<?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-35482718</id><updated>2011-10-11T07:16:26.355+08:00</updated><category term='~Ending~'/><category term='Holiday Trips'/><category term='My Sharings'/><title type='text'>Janet</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my dream land~~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-7972747032315850440</id><published>2006-12-28T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T02:59:33.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='~Ending~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey to all viewers of my blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to say dat I'm going to close this blog. BUT open a new blog for the year of 2007, since that it is a new year! So stay tuned of my new blog's website. Don't worry, I will post my new blog's website on the LEFT COLUMN OF THIS BLOG PAGE, so that you all can access to my new blog IF you are now still looking at my old blog.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to have a complete ending, I'm going to post here my "2006 Picture Album". Some of my memorable moments taken in pieces of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=46481990&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=46481990"&gt;&lt;img title="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" alt="Comment, Add to Favorite" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=46481990"&gt;View Show&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=46481990"&gt;Create Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-7972747032315850440?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7972747032315850440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=7972747032315850440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/7972747032315850440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/7972747032315850440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-to-all-viewers-of-my-blog-im-sad-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-5012771372784552641</id><published>2006-12-21T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T03:36:04.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Trips'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{17/12 - 19/12}&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I went to Cherating with bibi &amp; my family. That is my most memorable trip of all in my life. Maybe there will be more unforgettable trips with bibi, but for now, this is the one. Well, before we went there, I was surprised that my mum asked me to ask bibi whether or not he wants to go with us. Haha...because before she asked about it, bibi &amp;amp; I were discussing how to ask for mum's permission to let him go. Kaka...she asked herself finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, there is another trip awaiting for us, which is Penang trip with 2lou and all. Actually bibi &amp; I want to go Penang more than Cherating because who can deny that it is more fun to go somewhere with frenz? But then they didn't confirm so we decided to go Cherating. Haiz...then who knows on the second day of our trip, 2lou and all went to Penang. Damn sad... I thought we could go both places just to compromise both sides. Watever it is, bibi &amp;amp; I felt very happy too. Maybe is because we can see each other since morning to night, even like bibi said when he opened his eyes, the first person he saw was me. Same to me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day -- Tiring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/9126/onthewayxl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/9126/onthewayxl3.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On d way 2 our destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/8505/dsc00443fj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/8505/dsc00443fj4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look~~there's a beautiful butterfly in front of me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img457.imageshack.us/img457/8751/dsc00445sx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img457.imageshack.us/img457/8751/dsc00445sx8.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a wishing well~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/3204/dsc00464mc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/3204/dsc00464mc7.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis is d X'mas deco in d resort v lived in, Legend Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day -- Visiting day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/450/dsc00476wu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/450/dsc00476wu1.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical malay house model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img47.imageshack.us/img47/1534/dsc00479th0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img47.imageshack.us/img47/1534/dsc00479th0.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V r in front of d Muzium Sultan Abu Bakar, Pahang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img319.imageshack.us/img319/2285/picture25ck3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img319.imageshack.us/img319/2285/picture25ck3.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teh tarik" flooded into our way to Sg Lembing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/3159/picture46dz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/3159/picture46dz6.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, v reached Sg Lembing &amp; dis is d ony skol i found over there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day -- Relaxing day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/9875/picture58oq9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/9875/picture58oq9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi, u wanna leave ur signature on dis beautiful beach sand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/5434/dsc00506rj9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/5434/dsc00506rj9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say bye bye 2 Cherating~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-5012771372784552641?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5012771372784552641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=5012771372784552641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/5012771372784552641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/5012771372784552641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/12/1712-1912-im-so-happy-that-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-2199039697654388780</id><published>2006-12-05T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:26:35.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sharings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to blog about cars. If you guys have noticed my personal message in msn, I typed there "cars nowadays have many problems". Why does it happen? Well, look at the following pictures and you will know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/7545/breakdownuu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/7545/breakdownuu2.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sat 4 o'clock in d midnite, bibi's car breakdown on the way back to my home. Haiz...now bibi has no car to use... Pity him~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/7786/kdusamanmm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/7786/kdusamanmm1.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KDU now using tyre-locking punishment for those who din pack their cars properly. Look at d "saman" paper they gave!!! So yeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/5521/dirtycarbv9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/5521/dirtycarbv9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When bibi &amp; i was finding car park in Mid Valley, I found out dis car, which is d winner of "The Dirtiest Car In The World" award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~+~~+~~+~~+~~+~~+~~+~~+~~+~~+~~+~~+~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wanna post a joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Hua went for a job interview to be a secretary. When the manager saw&lt;br /&gt;Ah Hua's colorful attire and gold, white-highlighted hair, his mind is&lt;br /&gt;screaming, "NOT THIS WOMAN!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he still had to interview&lt;br /&gt;Ah Hua. So he told Ah Hua,"If you can form a sentence using the words&lt;br /&gt;that I give you, then I will give you a chance! The words are&lt;br /&gt;GREEN,PINK, YELLOW, BLUE, WHITE , PURPLE and BLACK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Hua thought for a while and said,"I hear the phone &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;, then I go and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; up the phone, I say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;'s that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; did you say? Aiyah, wrong numberlah.....Don't &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ly disturb&lt;br /&gt;people and don't call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;, ok? Kum Siah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager fainted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-2199039697654388780?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2199039697654388780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=2199039697654388780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/2199039697654388780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/2199039697654388780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-im-going-to-blog-about-cars.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-1222532933893953292</id><published>2006-12-04T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T02:15:35.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{26November 2006}&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my 18th birthday with bibi &amp; my family. That was my happiest birthday overall. Although there aren't many presents, but the love and care bibi showed me was the biggest present, as well as my friends' and family's wishes. Those are already enough for me to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I purposely saved the following sms birthday wishes from my friends. Find your message here; it's 100% original text from you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shu Qeng&lt;/span&gt;] Hey jia huey!... just here 2 wish u happy borthday!!!... hope u'll enjoy yr 18th birthday!...哈哈...我们的嘉嘉又老了一年lo...:)&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;] a shooting star! Time 2 make a wish, Wish you Dreams come true!Happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bibi&lt;/span&gt;] Haha.. Okie okie.. Muacks muacks .happy birthday beibei .wish u happy forever .wish u love me forever .Hehe.. Blekz..&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bi Juin&lt;/span&gt;] Happy birthday!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;] Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;为杰&lt;/span&gt;] Happy birthday to u. My dear sis.. Wish u all d best n get d flying color result in every sem.. I also hope u will always feel happiness n blissful..&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Su Wen&lt;/span&gt;] 一封简单的信息，献给不简单的朋友。愿她安馨，愿她美乐。愿她生辰快乐。Happy Birthday~!&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;志勤&lt;/span&gt;] this rose is Heavy cOz Itz Filled with all My good wish: happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;] Hey.. Happy birthday.. May all ur dreams and wishes come true this year.. Good luck and all the best.. From andrew and sweetli.. Take care.. =)&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;] Hey, janet.. Today's ur bday rite..? Well juz wanted to wish u HaPpy 18th BiRtHDay...!! May all ur dreams n wishes come true... Take care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is photo session!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/1786/gift6qn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/1786/gift6qn4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new toy n diary from bibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/8010/cake1zt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/8010/cake1zt1.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing 1st...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img70.imageshack.us/img70/7246/cake2rl9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img70.imageshack.us/img70/7246/cake2rl9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"~Happy Bday to me~Happy Bday to me~Happy Bday to mee~Happy Bday to me~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/7687/cake3ua2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/7687/cake3ua2.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huuuu... Sob sob... I'm 1 year old ony... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/6671/cake5wj5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/6671/cake5wj5.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TaDa... my family lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/287/cake7go9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/287/cake7go9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 1 but then quite blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/663/cake6ts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/663/cake6ts2.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi said dun 1 2 dirty his hand wor.. So I feed him lor.. Lazy him... ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-1222532933893953292?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1222532933893953292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=1222532933893953292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/1222532933893953292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/1222532933893953292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/12/26november-2006-i-celebrated-my-18th.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-1921359726535685384</id><published>2006-12-03T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:20:26.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sharings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/6601/image1wg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/6601/image1wg1.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish Art - focus on d shadow n u wil c d miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/9379/image2bv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/9379/image2bv2.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me 1 of dis washbasin pls~~ I promise i wil not 4get 2 feed d fishes~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-1921359726535685384?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1921359726535685384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=1921359726535685384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/1921359726535685384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/1921359726535685384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/12/omgrubbish-art-get-me-1-of-dis.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-2824187238308026164</id><published>2006-12-03T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:04:07.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sharings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do You Love Someone This Much??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl and a guy were speeding over 100 mph on the road on a motorcycle...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down. Im scared.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;br /&gt;Girl hugs him&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off &amp; put it on yourself? Its bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one had survived.&lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him &amp;amp; felt her hug him one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-2824187238308026164?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2824187238308026164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=2824187238308026164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/2824187238308026164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/2824187238308026164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/12/girl-and-guy-were-speeding-over-100-mph.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116378393176836073</id><published>2006-11-18T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T11:14:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeh~~just finished IT final assignment!!! Sociology &amp;amp; Critical Thinking assignments' due dates are on next week. OMG~~final exam is on the next next week!!! Feeling so stress now... Those assignments don't have any progress yet. Don't know what to do now. But when times come, I think we will cope with all those succesfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116378393176836073?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116378393176836073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116378393176836073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116378393176836073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116378393176836073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/11/yehjust-finished-it-final-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116343384139147884</id><published>2006-11-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:04:04.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual, I went to Jon's house after class. Wanted to wash his car, but it started rainning at 5pm when we woke up from afternoon nap. The lightnening was loud and scary enough to cut off their house main electricity power. I pity him had to take care of 2 little kids (Gavin &amp; Brandon), as well as a big kid (Me) while his mum was bathing. Three of us are afraid of the lightening. Meanwhile, I took a lot of pictures with Brandon boy. After some time, the storms stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img284.imageshack.us/img284/9277/jonbrandonuq6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img284.imageshack.us/img284/9277/jonbrandonuq6.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/2543/mebrandonzf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/2543/mebrandonzf7.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry to him today because I said something which made both of us unhappy. However, I'm glad to know that he is such an understanding bf who can accept my bad things too. I'm forever his, nobody can deny this. Bibi, happy always kay? Don't let our past influences us. I know you already forgiven me for this. Just don't think negetively about yourself, it's not your fault, neither mine. You are doing your best to be my perfect and ideal bf. I appreciate it very much, bibi. Muax~~Kiss on your cheek. I bet you know the meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116343384139147884?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116343384139147884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116343384139147884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116343384139147884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116343384139147884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-usual-i-went-to-jons-house-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116326496142986147</id><published>2006-11-12T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T11:12:02.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a long time I didn't see my secondary gang. Today we went Neway in Times Square. We sang from 1:30pm to 5pm. This morning, we had Sociology extra class, then only we joined them there. One thing is weird, I woke up early in the morning; about 1hour earlier (I supposed to wake up at 8:15am). Just couldn't sleep, maybe too happy, can't wait to see them in Times Square. LoL... Hey, now I realise this is the first time you guys appear in my blog leh. Haha~~Don't worry, I will update new things about you guys in my blog as often as possible. Just make sure you won't be forgotten. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, now I know how to  drive from my house to Bi Juin's house via MRR2. Keke... next time I can easily find you... You can't run away... Kakakakaka~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/4664/jjcaral5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/4664/jjcaral5.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the plat number &gt;&gt; JJ (Jon &amp; Janet)&lt;br /&gt;-Bibi insist me to take this pic while driving 2 Times Square-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/4446/dsc06489to2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/4446/dsc06489to2.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Oh My Dears~&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Su Wen, Shu Qeng, Sook San, Bi Juin &amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/4295/dsc06482ns6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/4295/dsc06482ns6.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing K with feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2234/dsc06503uv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2234/dsc06503uv3.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing hard while others r singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/8161/dsc06509yf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/8161/dsc06509yf8.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Photo before leaving&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Sook San, Jia Han, Shu Qeng, Bi Juin, Me, Jon, Su Wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/5131/dsc06511rz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/5131/dsc06511rz5.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~+No comment+~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116326496142986147?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116326496142986147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116326496142986147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116326496142986147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116326496142986147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-long-time-i-didnt-see-my-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116317937679341258</id><published>2006-11-11T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:22:56.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we wanted to go play basketball but then few obstacles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;no ball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no kaki&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rainning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Haiz... what to do? Prepared everything already but didn't play. Hmm~~haha... I have another precious thing in return. Bibi took some pictures wif Gavin (Jon's nephew) &amp; I. See so CuTe~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/2028/sitproperlyci0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/2028/sitproperlyci0.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/4720/carkissob7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/4720/carkissob7.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/3425/familyuv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/3425/familyuv5.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~+~HaPpY fAmIlY~+~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116317937679341258?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116317937679341258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116317937679341258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116317937679341258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116317937679341258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-we-wanted-to-go-play-basketball.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116306118375000333</id><published>2006-11-09T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:51:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah...today no class!!! So yesterday night bibi &amp; I went for night movie in Times Square (we drove there). We watched "The Convenant" at 12midnight. That was the first time of experience. So romantic... Thanks for your great idea, bibi.&lt;br /&gt;However, in the afternoon, I felt unhappy because of some pictures. I admit that I'm a little bit jealous he took this picture with 2sou, sweet li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/9281/081120064939ta5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/9281/081120064939ta5.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do both of them look cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Mon, we skipped Critical Thinking and went to McD nearby 4lou's house for breakfast. Again, bibi was unhappy because I want to be the main character in my cousin's Film Studies assignment, which is a movie with couple scence. He doesn't like acting, so I asked 4lou to take his place. At last, I let 4lou to participate while I quit. Bibi, I hope next time we can play a role in our Film Studies assignment ooo... Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Pictures we took in McD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1520/mcdjm5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1520/mcdjm5.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/715/picture5wy7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/715/picture5wy7.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4lou &amp; jacky kin in a pair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/4945/picture6jq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/4945/picture6jq3.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think bibi is forcing himself to SMILE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/3930/2jx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/3930/2jx1.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics were taken by bibi. See how bored and unhappy he was, playing wif his tea &amp; chili sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think sometimes we fight to know each other better and this will make our bond stronger. I believe that after these incidents, both of us will be aware of what should say and do. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love involved two of us; we shall hold each other hands tight, walk together till the end of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here I have some other pictures to show with discription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/442/picture1qf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/442/picture1qf8.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY~~is this your car??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/1153/picture2ug5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/1153/picture2ug5.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha~~my bear bear with my pants. Wuakaka... cute onot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/6610/picture20xu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/6610/picture20xu1.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna have a Wrigley's Chewing Gum?? This tastes different from others oo. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116306118375000333?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116306118375000333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116306118375000333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116306118375000333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116306118375000333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/11/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116200886623908698</id><published>2006-10-28T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:08:26.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Trips'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... this week my plan is very full. Just came back from Pahang, the very next morning I went to Genting with bibi, 2lou, 2sou and 4lou (KDU gang). Three days didn't see bibi alredi, I was very excited but they reached my house 1hour late because of 2lou. Haiz... Anyway, overall, my day was fantastic with the accompaniment of my playful "family", especially bibi. Hope to go more places with them since they are really good in enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/4893/271020064633kv0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/4893/271020064633kv0.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one less. We are queuing up for the Splash Boat. We waited for our turn about 1hour leh... Can imagine the crowd that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/173/271020064636bn8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/173/271020064636bn8.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh... our turn now... Haha... bibi helped me block all the water splash. U noe, we can play "kejar-kejar" also with the other boat in the front (2lou, 2sou &amp; 4lou). Very childish but FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/217/271020064642gc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/217/271020064642gc0.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take dis pic 4 fun. But I like dis pic sooo much. V r great posers... Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/6083/271020064645sq7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/6083/271020064645sq7.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee... so leng zai... Who is dat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116200886623908698?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116200886623908698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116200886623908698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116200886623908698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116200886623908698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116187494434966230</id><published>2006-10-26T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:07:56.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Trips'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Tmn Negara Trip-24/10 to 26/10}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a family and friend trip, all 34 of us (5 cars). I took 88 pictures using my handphone during this trip!!! There are some other pictures in my uncles' cameras. Here I chosed some to post. Hope you will enjoy reading my blog like I enjoyed my trip, although it was tiring. Even the food was not as good as in kl. But still, as an adventurer, I like the activities we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/2284/eatya0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/2284/eatya0.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Taman Negara, we stop by at Jerantut and have our lunch. The "pao" there are the best! Guess how much is a bowl of noodles? It's only RM1.60-RM2.5o leh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/1371/resortsf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/1371/resortsf1.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my resort room no. 302 in Woodland Resort. At the top right, that's me sitting comfortabily on my bed. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7920/picture18vj8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7920/picture18vj8.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hyperactive cousins and I. Our background is a floating restaurant, where we had our lunch on the 1st day. Euuu...the people there are washing plates with the river water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img125.imageshack.us/img125/4888/picture31vl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img125.imageshack.us/img125/4888/picture31vl4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cousin, Jenny. Tahan River is just behind us with those floating restaurant, mini market, and jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/5103/picture51hk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/5103/picture51hk4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang Asli's simple huts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/3855/picture54ts4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/3855/picture54ts4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read those hand-written words on the box??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img105.imageshack.us/img105/1765/picture53ja9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img105.imageshack.us/img105/1765/picture53ja9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my friend, Angie. We are sitting on the Orang Asli's bench. Hahaha...Izit broken??I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/2907/dsc01617ik6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/2907/dsc01617ik6.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 2 r my slaves. Haha...I juz throw my shoes to them &amp; they wash 4 me....LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/1975/picture71mi8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/1975/picture71mi8.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im riding on a boat along the Tahan River. Almost 45min journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/474/picture86li6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/474/picture86li6.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I have found on my uncle's life jacket. Hehe...so boring while riding on the boat, so I snap this also. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/2729/trackdg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/2729/trackdg4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungle tracking scenes. Oh yeah, this reminds me I have tracked in the jungle for 6hours continuously on the second day of the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/8248/picture77ax7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/8248/picture77ax7.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While tracking, my uncle found this beautiful and expensive "linzhi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. I might host some more pictures next time because Im awaiting pictures from my uncles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116187494434966230?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116187494434966230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116187494434966230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116187494434966230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116187494434966230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/tmn-negara-trip-2410-to-2610-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116157571490927612</id><published>2006-10-23T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:55:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just added new friends into my blog's friend list. Well, I suppose to do my MRM report now, but then I'm so used to come online and check my blog. Hehe... Hmm...I wanna share some pictures only today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, 16 Oct 2006 -- RTM trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/735/dsc03864bu5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/735/dsc03864bu5.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful 8 out of "10 crazies" + Ms Rina + me in the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img58.imageshack.us/img58/3748/dsc03868xt5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img58.imageshack.us/img58/3748/dsc03868xt5.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V walked into TraXXfm studio while it is OnAir!!! The friendly DJ(the right side with white shirt guy) welcomed us in &amp; let us take pics. Firuz(the guy who put his hands up) had a chance to go OnAir with the DJ. Wow...this is the best part in this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img379.imageshack.us/img379/3219/dsc03878rb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img379.imageshack.us/img379/3219/dsc03878rb7.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyful bunch of monkeys and our beloved lecturers -- Ms Rina(on the left) &amp; Ms Peggy(on the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 22 Sept 2006 till Sunday, 24 Sept 2006 -- Tzu Chi Camp in Melacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img239.imageshack.us/img239/6229/picture062nr8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img239.imageshack.us/img239/6229/picture062nr8.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 30 is the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/2843/picture038bq9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/2843/picture038bq9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all gals in our group??!! Yes! Oh yeah, the notebook is distributed to us and v hafta use it during the whole camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img239.imageshack.us/img239/2388/tzuchicamp2ok4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img239.imageshack.us/img239/2388/tzuchicamp2ok4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camp gathers these fellas together who dun belong to any major Uni/Coll group. This group a.k.a. minor group. Yea... feel so happy to noe u guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/2999/picture064tt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/2999/picture064tt3.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V r on the stage in the activity hall. The guy in peach colour shirt and jeans is our group leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/2708/picture076rn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/2708/picture076rn3.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last pic before saying byebye... Mama and all, I miss u all so much~~&lt;br /&gt;Eh?? Wat r v doing? Oh~~ this is "3" "0" signs lar~~ haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116157571490927612?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116157571490927612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116157571490927612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116157571490927612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116157571490927612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-added-new-friends-into-my-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116149652270059873</id><published>2006-10-22T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:55:22.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very happy because I think my mum likes Jon more and more. Yesterday night she asked him to come over and have dinner in Pizza Hut since that Jon &amp; I wanted to eat pizza. First I thought she wanted him to pay, but then at last she paid for the bill. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, outside started rainning heavily. Jon went to get the car and we jumped in. My mum insisted him to stay back in my house and watched DVD (pirated one lar of coz) because it was still rainning. OK lor....then we watched a very bloody movie "The Feast". I wasn't very scared coz he was beside me, protecting me; while I needed someone to hold and scream, he was there for me. My mum was sitting beside us for the last an hour of the movie, she didn't scold us for being so close together also. Haha...syoknya...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... then after the movie, at was about 1am. Guess what time he went home. 2:30am!!! Hehe...as usual, we talked and talked in front of my house, then in his car. He said he doesn't wish to go home leh.. Me too don't wish to let him go.  After negotiating, he agreed to come to my house again for dinner tonight. Haha... I'm waiting for the time to come now... Of coz while doing my assignment lar...&lt;br /&gt;Ok la....ciaoz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116149652270059873?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116149652270059873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116149652270059873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116149652270059873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116149652270059873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-very-happy-because-i-think-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116127421598342387</id><published>2006-10-19T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:10:16.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today nothing special happen except we went for a movie, "Silk" then dinner. After dinner, he drove me back to his house to get my car. We sat in his car, chit-chatting more than 1 hour. We always talk about past, present, and future. Yee...his words will always make me feel very itchy de... Aiya...in cantonese is "yuk ma"; in english is "touching". But anyway, i love bibi so much. Muax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/1403/bibinewhairstylern2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/1403/bibinewhairstylern2.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi's new hairstyle... I think he looks more "yeng" now, don't be angry when I say this ar... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img326.imageshack.us/img326/2273/picture40mr9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img326.imageshack.us/img326/2273/picture40mr9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go 1U... Take 1 more pic 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img382.imageshack.us/img382/989/picture34wy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img382.imageshack.us/img382/989/picture34wy4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi said dis pic is nice wor...so I post it here oso lo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116127421598342387?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116127421598342387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116127421598342387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116127421598342387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116127421598342387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-nothing-special-happen-except-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116118492779074309</id><published>2006-10-18T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:22:08.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe...I received many complaints about my yesterday's posting. All said that very long wor, many words wor.... Haha... Ok la, today I'm going to cut short. Today bibi and I suddenly decided to go play basketball. First time playing basketball with him and actualy I didn't play sports at least 3 years liao. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/6919/picture19ko1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/6919/picture19ko1.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bibi's T-shirt and shorts. See...last time he could wear this T-shirt leh... Now of coz cannot. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/3839/picture25lz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/3839/picture25lz4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling his fren, Jimmy, out and return back the basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/5044/picture29gg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/5044/picture29gg5.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us have the black pig. I keep it in my file, while bibi hang it in his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya... We didn't take pictures while playing basketball tim... Next time I must remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116118492779074309?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116118492779074309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116118492779074309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116118492779074309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116118492779074309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/hehe_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116111166606622970</id><published>2006-10-18T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:07:09.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sharings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joke&lt;/span&gt; to make your day cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phua Chu Kang ( PCK ) explaining sex to Chu Beng's son, Aloysius.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Why is making love so enjoyable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Aiyah, ah boy, enjoyable because, same like when you dig your nose with your finger mah!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Do you think women enjoy sex more than men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Of course lah! When you dig dig your nose, your nose feel better than your finger, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Why do women hate it when they get raped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Ai-yah! Say, you walk along the load, then someone come over and dig your nose, you like or   not? Ehhh! Don't play play ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Why is it a woman cannot have sex when she is having her menses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Oy!! If your nose bleeding, you still go and dig meh?? Siow ah! Use your brain, use your brainnn..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Why is it most men don't like wearing condoms when they are  making love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;PCK : Ehhhh, when you dig your nose ah, you like to dig with a  glove on your finger or not? Not the same shiok feeling mah. Correct or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Why is making love carried out in private?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Ah boyyyyy, use your brain, use your brainnnnn................................ you go and dig your nose in front of your whole class izit?? Stupid lah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy : Wah ...... Uncle Chu Kang, you are very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK : Aiyah ...... ," Best in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, JB, some say Batam, and now, the whole world!"  also ah!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116111166606622970?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116111166606622970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116111166606622970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116111166606622970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116111166606622970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-joke-to-make-your-day-cheerful.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116111153832712553</id><published>2006-10-18T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:06:31.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sharings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, “You are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs.” Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, “Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.” Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said, “You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company.” Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, “Suppose we divorce, what will you do?” She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, “He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together.” I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. “I've got something to tell you,” I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. “I want a divorce.” I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, “Why?” “I'm serious.” I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, “You are not a man!” That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, “He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?” This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, “I remember.” “You carried me in your arms,” she continued, “so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.” I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. “No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce,” she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, “Daddy is holding mummy in his arms.” His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, “Let us start from today, don't tell our son.” I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, “The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.” On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, “It seems not difficult to carry you now.” She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, “All my dresses have grown bigger.” I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. “Dad, it's time to carry mum out,” he said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, “Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.” I held her tightly and said, “Both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.” I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, “Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.” She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. “You got no fever,” she said. I moved her hand off my head. “Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. &lt;b style=""&gt;My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more.&lt;/b&gt; Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.” Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, “I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   *P.S. This article I got it from my email inbox sent by Bi Juin, one of my best friend in Wesley. I wish that every man in this world will understand the true meaning of marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116111153832712553?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116111153832712553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116111153832712553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116111153832712553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116111153832712553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-you-divorce-me-carry-me-out-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116111122534946331</id><published>2006-10-18T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:53:45.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG... My laptop just reformattted because last Sun I got Trojan Backdoor Virus from one of my friend in MSN. I have many things to post yer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat, 14 October 2006 &lt;/span&gt;- 3lou's "so-called" b'day party&lt;br /&gt;That day I went clubbing for the 1st time with Jon, 2lou, 2sou and 3lou in Maison. 4lou supposed to come but he was sick the day before clubbing. Sad... It was fun and I feel like wanna go again, but mum said no more next time. I came home at 5am leh... Haiz... The first time I  drink wine till dizzy (walk also not stright); first time kissing with a girl (2sou).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/2488/image001ki4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/2488/image001ki4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd time putting make up -- before clubbing(nice?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/4374/151020064220hn9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/4374/151020064220hn9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi and I -- his eyes are sexy in red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/2792/151020064221jw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/2792/151020064221jw4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: 2lou,2sou,bibi,me,3lou&lt;br /&gt;5 of us -- all almost drunk by that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/2995/151020064247uh9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/2995/151020064247uh9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3lou &amp; 2lou -- cute looking in pinkish face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/7003/151020064249nz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/7003/151020064249nz6.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi and 2sou -- my special "kissing partner" of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/5896/151020064240ik9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/5896/151020064240ik9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got high after drinking -- 1st time french-kissing in the public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/1491/151020064260dv7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/1491/151020064260dv7.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am: just came out from Maison -- 3 heng daiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/6808/picture21mm0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/6808/picture21mm0.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Maison -- Im a little bit drunk, cant stand by my own also; bibi is supporting me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116111122534946331?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116111122534946331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116111122534946331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116111122534946331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116111122534946331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116075311643722791</id><published>2006-10-13T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:25:16.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/5158/131020064165xu0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/5158/131020064165xu0.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet couple sitting in Syed Abu, waiting for our Jacky Kin. 2lou wanna curi-curi take this picture. We "caught" him and show our smiley face. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually today should go to 2lou's house to colour the pictures for IT assignment. At last ended up with playing cards in his bedroom. Why? Because our blur blur 2lou left his file in the classroom in college. Every piece of pictures drawn by him and 2sou all inside his file lor. Can you imagine 5 people(1lou,3lou,4lou,me,Jacky) sitting on a double bed and playing cards, 1 more (2lou) squatting on the floor? Some more his bedroom is fully occupied, no place to turn around also. Hehe... Sien, I don't know how to play, so I watched cartoon lo. But what kind of cartoon I can't tell you. Blekz... They played almost 3hours!!! After that, they all went back to their respective homes and zzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116075311643722791?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116075311643722791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116075311643722791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116075311643722791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116075311643722791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/sweet-couple-sitting-in-syed-abu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116066931170196560</id><published>2006-10-12T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:08:31.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight my IT group members are rushing on the IT assignment, which has to pass up tomorrow!! I'm staying in KL, so I can't meet them in PJ in this late night. I feel useless now sitting in front of laptop and posting a blog here. I didn't help much actually. I didn't come up with a storyline, didn't draw. Haiz....what I should I do now?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can tell you about my gang. There are 4 heng daiz in KDU since last month. They suddenly called themselves heng daiz one day after class while walking out to a mamak stall nearby my college. They arranged themselves according to their age. So that means Jon is the eldest, while Darren is the youngest. Hehe....because Jon is my bf, they all call me dai sou. Syoknya... Darren always been bullied by them. "Yee.....I don't want to friend you guys anymore..." (You know who I'm refering to.)LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img271.imageshack.us/img271/734/4brosek9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img271.imageshack.us/img271/734/4brosek9.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are sleeping in MRM class because last night they played snooker in Wangsa Maju till 2:30am. Haiz...pity them...Actually same goes to me....LoL (Taken this picture quite long ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more person I must include in my gang is Jayce (aka Jacky Kin). They all always "kap mai" go SA to take a "breathe". I always sot sot follow lor...Hehe...I will die faster... They all said wanna stop smoking la, keep fit la....Haiz....talk only, no action... +.+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116066931170196560?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116066931170196560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116066931170196560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116066931170196560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116066931170196560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/tonight-my-it-group-members-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116049851523399216</id><published>2006-10-11T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:41:55.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My love life is a mess. I want a better man. I'm seeking for a better man since I know what's the meaning of love. Sometimes it's hard to find someone who tells you he loves you too when you really wanna start a relationship with him. This is how I started with Jon.&lt;br /&gt;But before I knew Jon, there are many guys I hurt. Till now only I know I have changed their life and I really important to them. Once I know, I feel sorry to them. I wish to be their friends to convince them to forget about me, find another girl in their life. Unfortunately, I don't know that they are so degil. One said he will not friend me anymore, another one said he will go back to his country, another one said he will wait for me. Why do all these happen to me? Do they know what is the true meaning of love? Can't be forced. I don't really like them, let go of me. Hope they will understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-116049851523399216?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116049851523399216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116049851523399216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116049851523399216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116049851523399216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-love-life-is-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-116047093993530399</id><published>2006-10-10T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:54:47.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe...I just got to know how to post a picture into my blog. Bibi is teaching me via MSN!!! I admit that he is a good teacher, never complain that he is tired while teaching me although I catch up quite slow. LoL....he is such a good man. Well, this reminds me how both of us know each other.&lt;br /&gt;Jon considers my junior because he came into KDU one semester later than me. But he is now 21 years old alredi, while most of us in the class are 18 years old, including me. First time when I saw him in the Sociology class, I stared at him for some time and wondered who he is, because he was sitting next to my best friends in KDU, Jayce and Jojo. I wanna talk to Jayce that time, so I moved to sit beside him to get closer to Jayce. Haha...I still remember Darren laughed at me and shouted, "OMG Janet, he(Jon) won't eat you.." Under the situation, I sat beside Jon for the whole class, but then we didn't introduce ourselves yet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember when I knew his name but I do remember where. It's outside of a classroom(I don't remember which room liao). Hmm....he is good, as I always say he is easy to bully... He is helpful, like all my KDU friends do. I don't know when I started have feeling towards him. And I felt extremely strange how I could find someone who is almost 80% like me, physically and mentally. Oh gosh, many people said that both of us look like bro &amp; sis, while some of them said hus &amp;amp; wife. LoL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la...I'll show some currect pictures of mine la since that my dear secondary friends wanted to see... LoL....sorry for bocor you all out ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/4307/presentationday3wh8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/4307/presentationday3wh8.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After Public Speaking presentation, we took a group photo. We are the Abortion Debators. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Taken on 3/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/4818/presentationday4gr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/4818/presentationday4gr2.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the same day, we took our 1st formal picture in KDU. Hehe..dressing formally...Looks nice I think. But then we haven't ready to take picture yet, May(camera"woman") clicked snap alredi lor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/514/presentationday6cx6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/514/presentationday6cx6.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wanying spent more than 10 bucks to buy that "flowing" ballon. Can you see me in the picture? I can see you wor... =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next time there will be more and more pictures. To be continued...&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/35482718-116047093993530399?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/116047093993530399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=116047093993530399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116047093993530399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/116047093993530399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35482718.post-115995732156596289</id><published>2006-10-04T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:53:40.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, welcome to my new blog. I'm so excited to have a blog. I'm still a beginner...Everything still new. I'm not sure how to post and all. But luckily, I have my bibi Jon to help me and teach me how to use this Blogger to post blog. This is a new start, not only on this blog, our relationship too... I hope I will update this blog everyday, especailly whenever any special thing happen to me. Here is one of the picture we took in Choi Kei Restaurant, which is very near to my college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/8939/bibitb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/8939/bibitb4.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35482718-115995732156596289?l=qqjanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/feeds/115995732156596289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35482718&amp;postID=115995732156596289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/115995732156596289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35482718/posts/default/115995732156596289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qqjanet.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-everyone-welcome-to-my-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Ja*net</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
