<?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-6312291361716819402</id><updated>2012-01-30T20:49:40.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- PeRsEvErAnCe -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-971837835318886449</id><published>2012-01-30T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:49:40.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiping typing Taiping typing!</title><content type='html'>its been decided! our road trip will be to Taiping.. or at least i think so.. ahaha.. looking forward to this road trip and i really hope more ppl can join! the more the funner! i really miss the times we spent together.. i still think that the PD trip was the most memorable.. idk why but i just smile when i think of that trip.. imagine.. everyone was tired after christmas and some even didnt wanna go already! but it turned out to be a great trip! for me la at least.. :P so i hope and pray that this coming trip will be a good one.. one full of great memories with the people i oh so love.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but rant here about this.. its my blog so i can write whatever i want right? im getting so frustrated with u! seriously.. are ur fingers so lazy to reply my msg? is it so hard to do so? or am i just like an irritating mosquito to u?! does this mean its total revenge mode on for you or this is the end? i so wanna treat u as a punching bag right now...and so i've decided..right at this moment! this is the end for me.. good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-971837835318886449?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/971837835318886449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=971837835318886449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/971837835318886449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/971837835318886449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2012/01/taiping-typing-taiping-typing.html' title='Taiping typing Taiping typing!'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-8017218470982385416</id><published>2012-01-29T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:10:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>i know my future's in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;all of my hopes and dreams and plans&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength to live&lt;br /&gt;and faith to succeed, i believe in You&lt;br /&gt;because You believe in me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i think about my future, this song comes to mind.. what will my future be like? are my studies gonna be fine? can i do it? and after i complete it, what am i going to work as? i dont know what im good at still... so whenever i get these thoughts, i'll play this song in my head.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i committed this morning's drumming into God's hands.. i haven't practiced and i know i couldnt do it.. but before i stepped on stage, i just told God...'i havent been practicing and i dont think i can play well.. im sorry but i really need Your help.. i put my drumming into Your hands Lord.. Holy Spirit please help me'.. and He really did help! all glory be to God! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my emo-ness update and this was actually from some time ago... wakakakkaa... i was feeling kinda down at that time coz u didnt keep in contact with me..when you called the person beside me, i know u asked about me and how was i doing.. but you could just ask the person you called to pass the phone to me.... and u didnt! i was kinda hurt... i know that u needed some alone time with ur frens and i cant be tagging with u all the time.. but suddenly yesterday, i just found out something!!.. u did try to contact me during that time.. when i thought i wasnt on ur mind and u were probably so happy with ur frens, u actually did try to contact me.. and i just found out last night! and then it got me thinking, all that while, i didnt keep in touch with you either.. it was my pride and my previous hurts that prevented me from making that first step.. and now, at present, is that why you're not keeping in touch? coz u know that i cant be? it only lasted for that moment.. and after that, it's just a memory.. the past.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be living in the future right? pass is pass.. i'll have to look forwards in order to walk forwards.. God.. im so confused.. i know i cant always get what i want.. but from all the other people around me, looking at real life examples, i think it's just impossible.. it's too much to hope for.. it's just a dream.. anyways, i know You have wonderful plans for me.. and like Jon said, lets just walk where he leads us.. i'll be like a blade of grass in the field, and You'll be the strong yet calm wind that will blow me in the direction that You want me to go..Your thoughts are higher, Your ways are higher.. i should stop thinking too much and just go along with the Wind~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8017218470982385416?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8017218470982385416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8017218470982385416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8017218470982385416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8017218470982385416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-1844557559650163073</id><published>2012-01-24T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T23:08:44.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home! but going off again!</title><content type='html'>came back home today! ahhhh.. indeed there's no place like home! *big grin*.. u can relax, do whatever u want, walk around in ur towel.. home! but i'll be off to singapore again tomoro morning! this years' cny's theme can be 'travel'! it took us 9 and a half, almost 10 hours to get from KL to Kedah last saturday! told my mom we should leave on sunday but she didnt want to listen and i didnt want to argue with her..and so, we had to go thru that crazy jam! a new experience to encounter but i think it wasnt as bad as sitting in the plane! planes are uncomfortable for me.. maybe coz i always sit experience economy class? lols..oh well.. wait till i save up lots and i'll get myself into business class.. fuyoooo! ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was let down yet again.. but i told myself, this is the last time.. and then, i'll move on and never look back..! i'll have to keep reminding myself that it's your lost and my gain.. ur at the losing end.. not me.. so jeannette, this is the last time and u have to get over it okay? *pats head* =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-1844557559650163073?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/1844557559650163073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=1844557559650163073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1844557559650163073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1844557559650163073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-home-but-going-off-again.html' title='Back home! but going off again!'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-8332108965720190458</id><published>2012-01-19T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:19:29.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this goodbye?</title><content type='html'>i knew it was coming.. but suddenly yesterday, my mom told me it was so soon.. i was kinda shocked.. coz i know it will be soon but i didnt expect it to be THAT soon! i told her i wasnt ready! and she said 'didnt u expect already?' yes i expected, but u just suddenly tell me the dateline which is so soon! sighhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them all.. all the memories.. its just too many to close the chapter now.. i think we wont keep in touch like now.. right? look at the previous 'experiences'.. we arent so close already but i dont want that to happen.. coz i really feel the bond between us all.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to move forward, i think we have to take this step.. it's the only way.. it's a heavy step to take.. i dont know what will happen in between the first and second step.. all i can do is commit it to God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back to the update of my candidate, 'X'... finally contacted me.. and i sengaja replied late! wakakakaka.. revenge is sweet! that resulted in X msging a few times.. blueks! i dont feel bad at all! but then suddenly, i saw that X went out with his ex... and that was after msging me! and X didnt reply my msg after that! i guess that was when they met up.. so i was just chucked to the side again.. like always.. therefore, im going into revenge mode again.. 'no reply' mode on! hah! talk to the hand baybeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8332108965720190458?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8332108965720190458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8332108965720190458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8332108965720190458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8332108965720190458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-this-goodbye.html' title='is this goodbye?'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-135134934786869417</id><published>2012-01-16T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:16:16.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposed!</title><content type='html'>i feel so exposed! the cat is let out of the bag! and the cat isnt able to go back in... but somehow, i feel relieved.. i dont have to hide anymore.. i can be open! but still, i dont think it's gonna work.. im just glad that i can now let out what im thinking and feeling.. =) i think this phase will last for a short time and in a few weeks time, i'll be back to normal.. the hunter.. kekeke.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-135134934786869417?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/135134934786869417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=135134934786869417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/135134934786869417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/135134934786869417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2012/01/exposed.html' title='Exposed!'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-1501745401457992423</id><published>2012-01-10T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:01:14.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile more =)</title><content type='html'>thats what i heard from my mom and someone else.. i guess i dont have a friendly pleasant face unless i smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'how come ur happy all the time?'.. i asked.. 'trust me, it's not easy but it's better being happy than sad all the time'.. that answer is very true.. which im trying my best to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it easy and remember to smile.. thats what i should do! i'll make everything thing seem alright and create a more cheerful atmosphere to the ppl around me.. thats what i'll do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to bring this up and wanted to make this a happy post but i just wanna get it off my chest.. if u wanna meet someone, if u are eager, u would ask that someone right? so... if ur not interested, i'll slowly try to loose interest as well.. it's u that is at the loosing end coz im jeannette, the awesomest girl ever! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-1501745401457992423?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/1501745401457992423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=1501745401457992423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1501745401457992423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1501745401457992423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2012/01/smile-more.html' title='smile more =)'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-1362808097913315921</id><published>2012-01-08T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:48:54.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seek Him</title><content type='html'>i think i started 2012 on a wrong note.. what is Jeannette becoming into? this thought suddenly came to me as i was walking in pasar malam just now.. i dont think what i did was pleasing in God's sight.. im His ambassador here on earth.. did i do it to get recognition from my friends? to feel accepted? i think so.. i dont think the old me would have done that.. or am i more grown up now and just simply naive and boring last time? what is right and what is wrong? i really dont know.. who do i turn to to ask what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of what Christine shared for YA. 'seek first His kingdom and His righteousness and all these things shall be added to you..' am i doing what is right according to Him? as i was in church today, i suddenly felt so far away from God.. what does He want me to do with my life this year? what does He want me to accomplish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timing.. i think this is a very difficult thing for me.. the right timing.. im so so impatient. but i think my Heavenly Father knows whats best for me, and has reserved every good thing for me. right God? i dont know whats Your plan, but i think i need to hold Your hand and guide me down this path. i havent gotten my life planned out like some ppl. im just taking it one step at a time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so jealous.. but some people told me not to be.. but i am.. i'll try not to be. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-1362808097913315921?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/1362808097913315921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=1362808097913315921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1362808097913315921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1362808097913315921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2012/01/seek-him.html' title='seek Him'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-3384540586422966423</id><published>2012-01-05T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:51:37.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch me if u can/want</title><content type='html'>i got strength from posting that previous post.. i have to heal my blisters by leaving it open.. which was what i really did to my real blisters.. haha.. i guess im a person that lets out my feelings by typing/writing it out.. it makes me feel better.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im back home.. back to my life.. this is my life.. the crazy traffic i have to endure.. the ppl at work.. the crazy clients.. my family.. my friends.. it's reality.. the previous week was a break from my crazy life.. the life that i just couldnt stand and earnestly needed a break.. and it felt good for a moment.. leaving everything behind.. i guess u cant get the best of both worlds? u just have to pick one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, im gaining strength after letting this out, to say to u, catch me if u can/want.. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3384540586422966423?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3384540586422966423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3384540586422966423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3384540586422966423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3384540586422966423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2012/01/catch-me-if-u-canwant.html' title='catch me if u can/want'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-8531880699451480795</id><published>2012-01-05T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:41:51.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back / It's a phase</title><content type='html'>im back from my holiday!! woooootssss!! i have so many stories but i think it'll take afew hours to write it all down..all in all, flying alone wasnt that scary after all.. but getting lost in another country is! is that what im good at? i got lost in korea and singapore! and now, australia gets added to that list.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling kinda sad in the beginning of the trip coz i just couldnt fit in.. i wanted to go home and started to miss my friends..that comfort of familiarity.. i prayed for strength and it eventually got better.. God was indeed watching over me. Thanks God.. high 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my last night there, i was feeling down but he told me not to feel so sad..'it's just a phase', he said.. i got hurt by that comment.. a phase? is that all u can say? ouchhh.. and i fell silent.. he tried to cheer me up.. he really did.. i tried to cheer up to make him feel better.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im back home now. it was hard to adjust back to our lifestyle here/food/weather/time/people and i had to do it in 1 and a half days.. i guess i did alright adjusting back.. and although work was annoyingly irritating today, where some ppl didnt do what the work i handed over to them, and just waited almost 2 freakin weeks for me to come back and do it, i think i did okay today.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in so much anticipation coming back home today.. was thinking about it the entire day and even smiled to myself.. now i feel so stupid.. im going down that road again.. and now, i agree with u.. i'll painfully blurt out, 'its a phase'.. its a phase that stays there and gets left behind.. coz its impossible..what about the saying 'nothing is impossible'? nahhh.. in this case, it is.... impossible =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8531880699451480795?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8531880699451480795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8531880699451480795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8531880699451480795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8531880699451480795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-back-its-phase.html' title='Im Back / It&apos;s a phase'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-3478326853973932292</id><published>2011-12-15T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:53:59.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for the smile.. =)</title><content type='html'>i told myself that i'll start to post happier posts here.. but today wasnt so good.. one by one, things started to come in.. and everything's urgent! it came to a point where i couldnt think anymore.. i thought i could take it., i really thought i could. but i suddenly felt tears building up.. oh no! i cant let even 1 tear drop infront of my colleagues! and so i walked quickly to the toilet, but my good friend saw me and came to look for me after afew mins.. thanks for giving me some space.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept telling myself, stop being a cry baby! grow up! i kept scolding myself as tears dripped onto the toilet floor..afew a few mins, i felt better and went back to office..told myself i just have to do what i can today and whichever is the most important.. so i went to the club floor and talked to the Club floor manager.. heard from him that he the HM asked him to shift since there was vacancy.. n we were talking casually while he was trying to help me with my problem.. i slowly felt at ease.. it was comfortable talking to him. i dont feel like i need to impress..eventhough he's a manager.. didnt feel uncomfortable like i do with some guys who are trying too much to get girls' attention.. i went back to the office with lighter footsteps.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while driving home, my manager sent a msg to encourage me and advise me on what to do.. i smiled.. coz at least there's someone who's willing to help.. as i almost reached home, this someone who i thought forgot about me msged me.. and i smiled even wider.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, this thought came to me.. my heavenly Father must have been watching me.. and He saw what i was going thru.. even when i thought i was a cry baby who cant handle anything, He tried to make me smile.. a smile really can do wonders when ur down.. thank You God.. You are really so sweet and caring to me.. i appreciate You very much and i commit tomorrow to You Lord.. please hold my hand and lead the way for me.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3478326853973932292?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3478326853973932292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3478326853973932292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3478326853973932292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3478326853973932292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanks-for-smile.html' title='thanks for the smile.. =)'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-6574825919707773220</id><published>2011-12-10T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T00:11:12.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panadol</title><content type='html'>today, i hit rock bottom.. was looking forward to a great day.. its friday anyway! but.. all thanks to my mouth and inability to control my feelings, i made the situation worse.. thank God for His strength for pulling me thru though.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on, i think all i'll do is swallow it down.. although i think it isnt my fault, although i think im right.. coz there's no point arguing with a bull when ur wearing red.. u'll end up being bashed up eventhough u were just innocently wearing a red tee.. therefore, what i learned from today is that i'll have to push down that bitter thing / feeling down my throat, and pray that it'll be the antidote to make me feel better.. like swallowing a panadol.. i'll just swallow this week down and come afresh next week.. oh God please help me.. i wanna cry just thinking of it.. i feel like i dont wanna work anymore.. am i that weak? how come others can endure it? i shouldt give up right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just swallow u down..and i will rise again, on eagle's wings..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-6574825919707773220?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/6574825919707773220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=6574825919707773220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6574825919707773220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6574825919707773220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/12/panadol.html' title='Panadol'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-5346029876563885857</id><published>2011-12-08T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:54:28.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerful? Give up?</title><content type='html'>last week, my goal was to be a more cheerful person.. and how am i doing so far? not bad i guess.. though i have to admit that this week has been kinda stressful for me.. especially yesterday.. it was the first time my director let out his anger on me.. and i was angry with him as well.. but somehow today, i feel bad about it.. even though i think im right, i still feel bad.. maybe my constant follow-up made him irritated.. i remember my sis once said i was annoying and irritating.. she once introduced me as her annoying sis to her frens.. and i'll never forget that.. and i came up with a conclusion that, i shouldnt be so honest.. i should talk less.. but some ppl already find me quiet.. but.. who cares what ppl think about me right? i am me.. jeannette.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is jeannette..? what type of person is she? i honestly dont know and dont wanna know.. i sometimes look out the window and wish i can soar an an eagle's wings.. glide in the sky as i go higher and higher up.. the earth looking smaller and smaller as i look down.. where am i headed? i dont know.. but i dont wish to go back down.. am i headed towards my Saviour? i think so.. does He want me? most probably yes.. i'll never forget this dream that i had.. where i was soaring on an eagle's wing.. it was back when i was still in primary school? and yet, that scene is still stuck in my head... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i do handle stress better... but my mental durability is still weak as i get exhausted mentally kinda fast.. and i wish to improve my endurance.. i think im improving bit by bit.. today was okay till after lunch and by 4+, at one point, i didnt know what was i doing.. i just wanted to go home.. i still think my director dislikes me.. there goes my bonus eh? hahaha.. its in God's hands anyway.. my bonus, my future.. i did what i could.. even though sometimes, no wait.. i think most of the time, i think im not good enough.. but i'll still try to work harder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im all of a sudden interested in piano again.. why did i stop last time? coz i had no interest? looking back, it was partially coz of my situation back then.. that's why i lost interest and loathed practicing the piano.. i cant turn back time now.. and i dont wanna go back to that time either! all i can do is learn again.. and try again.. although i feel im not improving in drums and feel kinda lame whenever i play, i shouldnt give up right? sometimes, i dont go up to the drums and practice coz i know im lousy.. but that shouldnt keep me from practicing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes determination to be cheerful and look on the bright side of things.. that's one of my goal.. thinking of going to work tomoro, i just wanna draw a big sigh, snuggle on my bed and not get up.. am i the only one that finds it so tough? oh God, i wish i can yumcha with u sometimes.. just me and U.. sipping hot chocolate, or yummy apple juice.. sitting on the grass, looking at the clouds.. and me telling U my insecurities, struggles.. im longing to hear Your voice and advice.. and feel Ur embrace.. coz i know U are the only one who knows me inside out.. coz i myself dont know who am i.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-5346029876563885857?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/5346029876563885857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=5346029876563885857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/5346029876563885857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/5346029876563885857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/12/cheerful-give-up.html' title='Cheerful? Give up?'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-8812125633434171035</id><published>2011-11-29T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:54:20.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>no matter how many times i watch you, i just never get tired.. if its the you i see today, it'll be the you i want in the future... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can it really be like this in real life? i think so... is it possible? i think so too.. why not? right? i know its not as simple as it seems, coz i see 90 out of 100 failures, but i think with determination and prayer, with God in the centre, im sure we'll succeed! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna pursue anymore.. im tired of running alone.. down this path where i cant even see you.. december is coming soon.. its the sign of a new year... i ended something before the end of last year and started 2011 afresh though with injuries and wounds, i thank God for pulling me out of that deep dark hole, where i couldnt see the light and thought it was impossible to escape.. but my dear God forgave me and extended His loving and mighty hand to me.. what can i do without Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats my goal for next year? that i'll give up being the chaser.. u can do whatever u want.. its none of my business anymore, honey.. coz u're in the losing end. not me. and thats how i build my self confidence up? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8812125633434171035?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8812125633434171035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8812125633434171035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8812125633434171035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8812125633434171035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-6086572804081517130</id><published>2011-11-28T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:54:34.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunno what to put as title</title><content type='html'>yes.. i dont know what to name this post.. oh well.. its tuesday tomoro and im not working coz i took leave till wed and was supposed to go kedah, then singapore but here i am at home coz mom had to suddenly attend a kursus.. no point cancelling my leave so i just have to carry on.. wanted to go shopping today but was lazy coz just came back from kedah yesterday.. sorry to bother aaron with my msges, asking him to go lepak.. i think this is the first time i ever msged him so many times? lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went to kedah, i was sick.. again.. after a long time.. it totally ruined my mood.. next morning, i woke up with both tonsils bengkak.. idk why that happened coz i think i drank sufficient amount of water.. thank God i could still eat normally.. after drinking loads of water and constantly pee-ing, it got better the next day and im better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ron kept asking me to go his house and bake so i went coz i had nothing to do at home anyways.. (i was supposed to clean up the house! :P)it was fun coz we weren't sure of what to do and i brought my chivas along.. we made 2 batches and turns out, the one with chivas looked better.. it wasnt so moist and buttery. oh well, it was an interesting session..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after today, i found out there were SO MANY gay guys.. SERIOUSLY! the number is alarming! the population is growing fast and i really wonder whats the reason?! i dont understand at all.. and a majority of them are good looking! a sad statistic for us girls! sighhh.. anyways, i cant help but think whats to become of the future.. what will happen in 10years time? people are becoming more open and before u know it, they're gonna be leisurely holding hands, walking along the streets and in malls.. some of them are my friends.. and.. i hate to admit it but they look so sweet together.. like.. they really belong together! i dont get it God.. how come it doesnt look and feel wrong anymore? it this what the devil wants us to think? to deceive us? how are we supposed to bring them back to you when it looks like all is fine with being gay? i really dont know and am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i dont know what to do with my troubled heart.. can i just take it out, erase that something and continue on? its so so frustrating! grrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i only have to go back to work on thursday.. which is a nice feeling.. but im dreading the amount of emails i have to read when i get back.. oh well, i'll deal with that when it comes.. now all i have to do is.. lepak! and find some kaki to do stuff with.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-6086572804081517130?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/6086572804081517130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=6086572804081517130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6086572804081517130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6086572804081517130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dunno-what-to-put-as-title.html' title='i dunno what to put as title'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-1867228533030806378</id><published>2011-11-19T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:48:31.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things</title><content type='html'>Friday was a trying day indeed. all was well till 1 hour before i could go for dinner with my frens. Was so stressed that i felt my face getting hot and even my fren said my face was red! cut the long story short, we went for dinner at Sushi Zanmai, Fahrenheit 88. Just to get a restaurant that fits everyone's needs was so difficult! and there were only 6 of us! anyways, it was good meeting up.. too bad it was such a short time and i know the next meet up would be months away though we parted by saying see u soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ron ajak-ed me to his house after my dinner.. i was reluctant coz i wanted to laze at home but somehow, i agreed.. ron was sick and he didnt look too good..he was too bored of staying at home that he needed some company i guess.. it was a good time though.. we talked, listened to 90's songs like Spice Girls, S Club 7, Mariah Carrey and so on.. i was really tired but it was enjoyable and before u know it, it was already 1.40am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up this morning and wanted to check the time on my phone, i jumped up instead coz i read a msg from my fren.. her father passed away.. i was so disturbed.. called my colleagues but looks like none of them could go for the funeral.. i wanted to but didnt know where's her house.. in the end, mom and i went to 1u as we planned before.. bought the things that i wanted to and more! i think im kinda stingy when it comes to spending money.. so this time, i let loose a little. coz of something TP said.. it kept running thru my mind... since Ron said i really looked like Tina from S Club 7, (i think i do look like her the more i look at the pics now.. the power of brainwashing!) TP commented that i have the body and the looks.. i just dont dress up enough.. if i were to do that, then i'd be the bomb! and that kept repeating in my head.. am i really that stingy to spend on looks? am i really pretty? so i came to a conclusion that we only live once... we're only 21 once.. 9.46pm cant be lived again since its already 9.47pm now.. we cant turn back time.. so lets do our best and live our lives to the fullest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-1867228533030806378?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/1867228533030806378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=1867228533030806378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1867228533030806378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1867228533030806378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-many-things.html' title='So many things'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-6933561071068194470</id><published>2011-11-13T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:58:41.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>i need to get u out of my head.. i know i said so the previous time but im not very successful in doing so! if u knew about this, i bet you'd feel so proud! or would u think im a sucker? haha..i dont know how i managed to forget the previous one.. i guess out of sight, out of mind works? it might too this time.. go away.... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i think of u 'S', i just sighhhh.. i know u screwed up.. i hope u wont go back down that path.. so many people's hearts are aching for you.. i dont think u know im one of those aching.. but i just pray that u'll be safe.. i dont know what are ur conditions now, but im so worried i'd shed tears the moment i see u there.. all i can do is pray.. and i hope u do too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, when u read amazing miraculous bible stories, it doesnt seem real at all.. maybe we read without really giving it a thought.. like how moses parted the red sea, how jonah ended up in a fished belly, how joseph was sold off to egypt, put in jail for something he did right! yea.. he did something right and yet, things got worse for him.. we all know that after that, he lead a great life.. but imagine those years in prison.. i bet its not a nice place to be.. how could he hold on to God? to His promises? and continue to trust in Him?? this is the part of the story that i find truly amazing.. coz if i were Him, i'd be blaming God all day.. walking around in prison, sulking with a sour face.. it wouldnt be hard to spot me in prison if u wanted to come and visit.. just look for the angriest and sulkiest girl! hahahhaa! personally, the story of Joseph is my most favourite of all time.. i remember the first time i read the story, i wouldnt put it down! lying down on my bed, i read till evening.. even though it was getting dark, i didnt wanna put the book down to turn on the lights! Joseph, i really wanna meet u.. u are truly an inspiration to me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.. the decision is easy.. but to utter the words to you, its so tough.. the decision was actually made so long ago.. but...its just so so hard to say goodbye.. i dont wanna part.. all those memories.. i know if we say goodbye, we wouldnt keep in touch so much already.. but i really value u all alot.. i dont know when, but it'll be real soon.. soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-6933561071068194470?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/6933561071068194470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=6933561071068194470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6933561071068194470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6933561071068194470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/11/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-2029955916064033906</id><published>2011-11-12T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:53:46.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>woke up this morning and realised it was still dark.. looks out the window and was greated by a moody sky.. oh nooo.. its the perfect weather to sleeeeeep!! after tossing and turning on my comfy bed, my muscles forced my body up.. blink blink.. rubs eye.. drags feet.. and im off to brush teeth and shower.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha.. suddenly feeling artistic with writing.. anyways, i had to go office for a make up 'class' session. was kinda excited coz it was conducted by Lancome. but after knowing we arent getting any samples, my excitement weathered away.. (typical malaysian? :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got ready early and was lazing around and killing time by doing chores coz it was raining heavily anyways outside. after i got into the car and drove down the hill, i saw all the red tail lights of cars.. oh noooo.. the road is flooded!! and so i was stuck for a few mins.. precious minutes ticking away, i knew im gonna be late.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached, found out it still hasnt started. when the makeup artist finally came, i expected him to be very very very soft till u feel he's girlier than all the girls  combined in that room! but he was okok la.. a tolerable level.. he just selected a person to make up and explained only a little along the way.. he took so long for one person! i gave up waiting to get my chance and allowed my fren to do it for me instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot today was also the SIA interview day at my hotel.. after i failed the interview i went for and hearing that Chan Vee Nee also failed, i already knocked it off my checklist a few months ago of things to achieve! but after reaching the place where the function rooms were (its the same level as where i parked my car), the atmosphere was kinda tensed! when the lift opened, so many heads turned towards me! i saw morre guys than i expected and the girls were made up nicely.. i thought to myself, i'll never be able to compete with them! with a slight smile, i walked quickly to my car.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after coming home, i was inspired! i washed off the makeup and decided to do it by myself.. and i think i succeeded! coz mom also said it was nice.. tehehehe.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron asked me to watch this vid on his graduation.. it was nicely done.. draggy at some points, but still, good job! after watching it, i felt a pang of jealousy.. getting to travel, getting airline benefits, nice uniforms (im a uniform person!)... sighhh.. i know there's a big sacrifice in having a job like this.. its not glamourous as it seems.. (trust me.. i know coz i work in the hospitality line).. and the timing of your job is at odd hours.. but.. this is what being young is about! doing the crazy fun stuff! where u can later on look back and smile.. and tell ur children.. i did this and this and this... anyways, i dont think i can take that job too coz my ears hurt like crazy during landings! how can i bear that pain and serve people and ensure their safety at the same time?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting sleepy.. i think i've caught the lepaking bug.. coz i feel like going out now even though im sleepy.. last time, i'd always wanna stay home. but now, i always wanna go out! but each time i go out and think that my mom is alone at home, sighhhh.. i feel real bad.. this is the sacrifice i must make sometimes? i tend to go back early sometimes from my lepaking session coz i know mom will wait up for me.. but if i feel like i still wanna stay out, sorry mom..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-2029955916064033906?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/2029955916064033906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=2029955916064033906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2029955916064033906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2029955916064033906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/11/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-3142842847460512615</id><published>2011-11-10T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:00:09.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Trying Times</title><content type='html'>today was a stressful day indeed... but one thing i must say is that im proud of myself.. coz i think i handle situations better now.. although i was still stressed, i felt more at ease this time when trouble came. all glory be to God! thanks for helping me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left office at 7.20 today, which is very late and it was still jam outside! i still havent finished my work but enough is enough.. i cant take it already.. while driving home, i already told myself im gonna pass one task to my Director.. wait a minute, that task is supposed to be done by directors and managers themselves! us coordinators are actually doing alot of their work... if our boss finds out about this, they are so screwed.. also, we're having problem with the 'buddy' system RBE implemented. i think CL got to taste, first hand, of how that 'buddy' does her job.. i really dont know how to work with that 'buddy' in the future.. on my way home, i can only commit this whole situation and the 'buddy' to God.. coz its really out of my control to improve the situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a tiring day, i heard something that is so unfair, shocking and sad from my mom.. i didnt really react when i first heard it.. but after i digested it and allowed it to sink in, i swallowed my tears as i ate alone, with my back facing my mom so that she wont see.. my heart sank.. Lord... why? thats all i can ask and say... please protect S... dont let S take away his/her own life away... i really cant do anything but pray.. and have faith? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i suddenly felt sad/no mood yesterday.. i was wondering why coz i felt just fine in the morning... apparently, mom told me that this thing happened yesterday.. so my spirit was disturbed? i even suddenly prayed for S in the morning on my drive to work.. this is not the first time where i felt sad/no mood suddenly.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired.. i thought last week's break was a good one (though i didnt get much rest at all) but it turns out, it isnt enough! time to head to bed soon.. i just felt like i wanna hug u.. wanna tell u my worries and feel ur comfort.. but that obviously wont happen coz ur so oblivious.. haha.. wishful thinking.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of trying times indeed.. so this is the part where we pray, trust God &amp; cast all our worries aside? hard to do, but all things are possible thru Christ who strengthens me.. Amen. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3142842847460512615?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3142842847460512615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3142842847460512615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3142842847460512615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3142842847460512615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-trying-times.html' title='Of Trying Times'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-1285677736413228817</id><published>2011-11-07T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:16:38.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work~</title><content type='html'>its back to work for me tomorrow! im dreading it so much.. coz i have so much unfinished work to do.. but based on what i've learned last week, i'll fight my feelings, trust God, push away my worries and stride on with my face lifted up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from Pd this evening (we went on sunday evening).. it was to celebrate Rad's bday and ron just invited me on saturday.. i kept thinking it over and over whether i should go.. just to let u know, im not that sociable.. its hard to mingle around.. i may approach ppl some times.. but thats when we are the hosts.. when its the other way round, i feel so self-conscious, so awkward... a sense of low self esteem creeps in.. i really didnt wanna go eventhough they were my friends.. that whole group are close to each other and i was so worried i'd feel left out.. but i pushed and told myself.. 'i need to overcome this.. i need to break from this shell'.. so i decided to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of the journey was okay.. then i started feeling left out.. is this how it feels for some ppl that join my group of frens? thats why sometimes, im the one who says hi to others when im the 'hosting' party.. coz i really dont like that alienated feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tea time was not good. restaurant's service was horrible.. the toast that i ordered wasnt that nice.. even my hotel's staff canteen cafeteria can have better toast than that! we went to the beach for awhile while waiting for the others to arrive (we didnt leave together).. and it started to drizzle.. there was some confusion on where to meet. finally found the restaurant and found out that Rad invited like 10 of her other college frens! i tell u, we stoned when we saw them! we didnt know there were so many! and they were mandarin speaking! (dont get offended yea chinese ed ppl! &gt;.&lt; ...but ppl from SK background, i think u know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had dinner together.. my stamina might be real bad too coz i was already tired and sleepy (it was only 9+).. i could have slept if u just gave me a bed! and we got lost again after dinner, trying to find the apartment we rented.. i was so shocked to hear how much the rental was.. a whopping RM 588!!!!!! for one night only!! O.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we washed up while Rad's college frens went to the beach.. went out to buy cards, paper cups and ice to play later at night.. at first, it was really awkward.. there was obviously 2 groups of ppl.. us and Rad's college frens.. but while playing games, we loosen up abit.. i was really too tired to go around and chat.. sorry if u had the wrong image of me but, when im tired, im really quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played ice breakers, the killer squeezing hand game and of course, the drinking game.. since the rate of people drinking alot was slow, they changed the game that made 1 person drink each round! idk why but Rad's bf, (whom i dont talk to eventhough we were from the same secondary school and met afew times... he's abit anti social okay! but ppl tend to forgive him since he's good looking.. so much for good looking ppl! unfairness!!) made me drink 2 cups in a row and they wouldnt continue until i finished the last drop! it was only beer but after that, i tell u it got to my head and i found it hard to walk straight.. i was still sober but it was getting to me already.. lols! i chickened out (coz i dont wanna get drunk,.. thats one of my principles in life that i dont wanna ever break,, coz God wouldnt like it.. right God?) and joined Ron and David in the room, playing with Ron's ipad.. thanks to technology i was saved! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh nooo.. its getting late now! i better get some sleep coz i didnt really sleep last nite! i wanted to tell that going back to PD brings back memories of my training days.. the tea time place was where my sales manager belanja-ed us during our last week in PD.. further up was the malay pasar malam (that we only went once) and in front of the pasar malam was the beach where we ate what we bought from the pasar malam.. afew roads felt familiar and i smiled to myself.. this was the place where i once dreaded coming, but felt heavy at  heart when we had to leave (though i was glad we left coz i never wanna stay there long term!).. but just the memories, it was a nice feeling.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish to go on a trip like this with YA.. i kept thinking if it were with YA, i could be myself more and it would be more fun! i dont think we'd be able to go on a trip since everyone's time clashes.. Mr aaron lee's timing is the hardest to match.. sheryl is always busy.. so is melissa.. christine has lots of activities with her friends.. so i feel lonely sometimes.. coz i dont have friends?? haha.. feels like that sometimes.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. im so long winded.. i really should get to bed now.. work tomorrow is just... sighhhh.. but i need to enjoy what i do so that i dont need to drag my feet to work! God..please help me to love my work! if i dont love the hotel industry, what else should i work as? i dont think i can be a sales person.. honestly speaking la.. i dont like the other departments.. and im going to take my degree, in the hospitality line too? sighh. i dont know what else to study! im not so smart like others.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! i really should get going now! till we meet again! (which i think will be real soon! *wink*) nites world! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-1285677736413228817?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/1285677736413228817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=1285677736413228817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1285677736413228817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1285677736413228817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work~'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-4263943688480907765</id><published>2011-11-05T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:01:15.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies~</title><content type='html'>Wow... another week has gone by just like that! before long, i'll be back from Australia and will be typing bout my trip there! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the past week has not been a great one.. the worst was on friday... but i learned a great lesson form it.. do not let anger, prejudice and disappointment engulf you.. my mind was so full of that rage that i couldnt focus on my job.. and up till today, im still thinking of the work that i didnt finish! i was so so mad with my manager.. i should have just shoved that feelings aside.. i guess i could have done more? but driving back, i was talking to God and that eased me up.. decided to ajak Jane and LY out for snowflake but friday was really jam everywhere.. so we just yum-ed in kepong.. had a great time talking and laughing and eating and talking and laughing more! it really did ease my stress.. thank You God! and thanks girls! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play badminton at starplus today.. arrived early (i actually was worried i'd be late.. lols) so my iphone came in handy for killing time.. hehe.. :) started playing and it felt good! sweated it out.. we all decided to extend 1 more hour coz we didnt get enough.. lunch was next.. i was seriously so so tired.. amazing that i could drive and that my legs could still carry me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back home and watched Running Man.. was tired and was getting a headache already so as i was lying down wanting to sleep, Ron called me saying he wants to bake cupcakes for Rad's bday.. i missed baking! so off i went to his house.. and i just came back 1 hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my mind was so pre-occupied today.. im kinda disappointed in you.. (only God knows what im talking about.. ahhaha..) why arent u braver? dont u have guts??! (i wanna unleash my anger here!) is it so difficult to msg? call? im tired of always being let down... its,hmmmmm... i can say 3rd time already like this? im so tired of this already.. just... get out of my head and dont waste my time! get lost forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuyoooo.. so ganas right?? wakakkaa.. anyways, my body is starting to ache from the badminton.. im so not fit already wei! and oh yea.. i made a last min decision to join Ron and gang to celebrate Rad's bday tomoro in PD.. PD! thinking of PD makes me smile.. =) but now hor, im having 2nd thoughts on whether i should go.. coz im kinda exhausted.. Ron will so kill me if i ffk him tomoro! yikes! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-4263943688480907765?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/4263943688480907765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=4263943688480907765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4263943688480907765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4263943688480907765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies~'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-8669257342893097586</id><published>2011-11-01T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:41:59.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30.10.11 - a date to remember</title><content type='html'>it was a date to remember indeed. so many things happened on that day which made it feel like a really long day.. well, maybe its because my sundays have been the same routine for weeks.. church, lunch, home, pasar malam, bed.. this sunday was a little different.. church alone, having to make a decision on whether i should meet someone, lunch, being rejected by someone else, my other friend ajak-ed me out (which is the whole purpose of this post) home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut the long story short, i decided to meet my friend at 8.30.. lets call her, TP. i know TP would be late so i ran my errands first before meeting at the restaurant.. and as expected, she wasnt there even though i was 10mins late.. and this is where smart phones come in handy. to play/withold your anger while waiting for people. she only came 10mins later and she was forgiven coz she went to fetch LY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was curious to what she wanted to tell me coz she didnt wanna tell me thru sms.. they passed me my bday present (i really thought they forgot bout my bday!) but i wasnt so interested in that.. my curiosity was burning! TP finally told me.. she blurted out, 'i accepted God'.. i just blinked and said.. 'what?' TP repeated.. 'i accepted Christ this afternoon'..... i gasped!! 'are u serious??!!!' TP nods...!!! i was so excited i couldnt believe it was true! she told me the story of how she accepted the most amazing God into her life.. (which i wont elaborate about here)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i think im gonna cry'.. i told TP.. both TP and LY laughed! hahaha... and yeah... i did cry.. tears kept coming out!! for a few minutes and the waiters were starring at me! u might think im over reacting.. but i'll tell u why i was so overjoyed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its because i have been praying for several months now, for my close friends, those who are dear to my heart...to get saved.. to open their hearts to Jesus.. i named them one by one, to God.. almost every morning when im driving to work.. until 1 point, i thought to myself.. 'i think this is useless.. its impossible'.. so i stopped.. but a few weeks ago, i got my semangat back and started committing them to God again.. and that night.. 30.10.11, when TP told me about the most incredible decision in her life, i felt my prayers werent in vain.. but after awhile, i started thinking, why should i be happy? i didnt bring her to church.. i wasnt the one who lead her in the sinner's prayer.. i talked about this with my mom.. and she told me, some people sew the seads, some water, and some reap the harvest.. so im one of those who watered.. that really comforted me.. coz i know i did help in bringing her to Chirst.. in a way la.. right? anyways, im just so happy to know that i'll be seeing her in heaven! and such a coincidence, the JYJ CD that they bought for me was titled 'In Heaven'!!! cool huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so excited that i was in a good mood on monday (which is actually really rare, mind u).. when i thought of TP, i just couldnt help but smile to myself.. the heavens were rejoicing when she said that prayer.. a marvelous celebration by the angels... if this is whats like if 1 of my dear friends are saved, what would it feel like if all of those that i named to God get saved? that will be tremendously marvelous! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8669257342893097586?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8669257342893097586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8669257342893097586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8669257342893097586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8669257342893097586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/11/301011-date-to-remember.html' title='30.10.11 - a date to remember'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-624063892802183798</id><published>2011-10-20T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:17:58.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist</title><content type='html'>after writing that post and reading other people's blog, i feel much better.. my frown has loosened.. my breathing has evened.. a slight smile on my face.. i think i always feel better after letting out whats inside of me.. like how i told you of my frustrations and happenings last week, i felt better and drew a sigh of relief.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk to you, God.. i wanna lie down on Your lap, and let You stroke my hair.. just lying there quietly... no conversation needed.. i just need to feel Your comfort.. the feeling that i was worth creating.. and it was worth it..the price You paid on the cross for me.. coz You love me so...thats what i've always dreamed of... will it happen some day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. time to cheer up! i watched a cooking show where this guy baked yummy chocolate brownies!! ooooooohh! i miss the time i used to bake! my cheesecake! my chocolate cake! the only problem with baking is that i dont know who is gonna finish what i baked.. i only want to taste a portion of it.. shall i approach my cute neighbour and let him be the mangsa of my experiments? i forgot his name already.. anyways, i really wanna bake again! my oven rosak-ed already... saddddd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.. i was sick since monday.. monday was terrible.. thank God for helping me thru monday! tuesday was better.. wednesday was worse than tuesday but better than monday.. thursday is somewhere near wednesday.. so lets see how friday will be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give thanks with a grateful heart! lets give thanks for every little thing.. hmmm.. how shall i start? thank God i made it back home safely? without Bianco getting scratched.. without Bianco kena hentam by that road bully.. thank God i reached home in 1hr 45mins and not 2hrs like on monday?? thank God its cold tonight and its so nice to sleeeeeeeeeppppp.. thank God tomoro is friday! im feeling better already! i can even smile a full smile now! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. im gonna head to my bed soon.. i've been having strange dreams lately.. people i dont even think of show up in my dream.. really weird! maybe i'll dream of you tonight? ;) *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-624063892802183798?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/624063892802183798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=624063892802183798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/624063892802183798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/624063892802183798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/10/twist.html' title='Twist'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-7219356736062850628</id><published>2011-10-20T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:53:41.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing</title><content type='html'>wow.. its been almost a year since i posted something! i guess its a good thing as well coz no one visits my blog anymore?? hehehe.. i can syiok sendiri now! wheeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was all smiles yesterday coz of the smooth traffic and im all frowns today thanks to the sluggish unmoving traffic. i was angry with my manager coz he asked me to take this road and it was so jam! in the end, the other road he took was better (i think) coz he reached home 30mins before me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lots of thoughts always go thru my mind.. from one thing, i can go a long long way till i cant remmeber how my first thought lead to this thought now! lols.. i booked my flight to australia few months ago.. i think it was in may? and now... i dont feel like going... i was so very excited before.. but now, i dont feel like going.. i cant change anything coz the flight is booked and my friend has planned things for me. oh well, come what may....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened again.. this thing that im so very afraid of.. i feel like im an egg, that rolls around casually on a smooth surface and before you know it, the egg drops flat on the ground.. *splat*!! it takes awhile to paste the shell pieces back together.. and the cracks still remain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must it be this way? tu.. porque?? wae?? i always seem to choose the rocky path, with full of obstacles... wrong timing? perhaps.. wrong target? i think so too.. i better u-turn before i hit the deadend head on! but..but... the car is accelerating..  by itself? maybe.. most probably.. its always this way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish th prophecy isnt true! thats something that is very important to me.. is that what U really want for me? i constantly covet others.. wishing i have what they are having.. that smile.. that laughter.. that feeling.. it seems so far away.. i cant see the end of the tunnel.. i'll continue walking.. stumbling.. getting up again.. sprinting. running.. getting out of breath. collapse?? nahhh.. i'll just take a breather and continue running on! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-7219356736062850628?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/7219356736062850628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=7219356736062850628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7219356736062850628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7219356736062850628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2011/10/swing.html' title='Swing'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-5976028973904862893</id><published>2010-11-12T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:49:41.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>here i go again posting abit-the-emo posts (referring to my previous post)... no no no! i must break this habit.. i just posted that post coz i thought it to be very true.. oh well.. cooked kimchi fried rice for dinner! it wasnt extraordinarily wonderfully amazingly yummy.. it did taste good though! :D i got a job in Parkroyal hotel as a sales coordinator. went out with mom yesterday to buy skirts.. i only had 2 formal/office wear skirts and my mom asked 'how to work 6 days a week with only 2 skirts'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the job.. why? coz i want the money!!!!!!!!! hahaha.. thats the sole reason why people work... right?? so no need to feel malu to admit it!! havent work also think of the money ady... =D and as usual, the not confident me had hundred and one things that i thought of could go wrong/get scolded by supervisors seniors/boss for... i seriously need a cure for this attitude of mine... ==''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured out that im rather impatient. and rude too.. it gets to me when i cant get things done.. cure!! where art thou??!! i need deliverance.. God! i seriously want to change this attitude of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepared the devotion for this sat. God, i pray that u help me as i share.. i need Your guidance.. =) i also need Your help for this sunday's Praise &amp; Worship session. leading during YA and on sunday is really different. please be by my side, giving me and the rest of the team the confidence, wisdom and strength to serve U with all our hearts. Come Holy Spirit.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-5976028973904862893?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/5976028973904862893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=5976028973904862893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/5976028973904862893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/5976028973904862893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-2331008967060224018</id><published>2010-11-12T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:36:35.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>expectations</title><content type='html'>They say you only get angry when you have certain expectations and those expectations are not fulfilled. So to be completely happy, do you need to have zero expectations? Because it is almost impossible to not be disappointed if you expect something out of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-2331008967060224018?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/2331008967060224018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=2331008967060224018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2331008967060224018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2331008967060224018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/11/expectations.html' title='expectations'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-5050844731931501844</id><published>2010-11-06T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T02:34:46.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>went to City Harvest Church last saturday with our youth.. speaker : Pastor Phil Pringle.. he's a really well known Australian pastor.. the founder of C3 church. i initially got to hear about know him thru my bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived late and had to sit at the upper level, riiiiiigghhhtt at the end.. it was considered good already coz i thought we might not even get in, considering the fact that we were late.. the worship was good, even though i didnt know any of the songs.. :D the place was packed to the max! us sitting shoulder to shoulder, ppl sitting on the floor, stairs... a packed church! its definitely a good sight! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the event progressed smoothly.. thats what i like... good preparation and coordination.. pastor phil shared bout faith.. its been a long time since i heard a youthful sermon like this.. lols.. what he preached triggered something in me.. it left me thinking if im like Thomas, the doubtful one.. the one that needs to see things happen in order to believe.. pastor phil also quoted a verse that says Jesus couldnt perform miracles in a town because there was lack of faith... its actually true.. if u go to a doctor, thinking u wont be healed, why go to the doctor in the first place? so is that why we dont see miracles happening? because of our lack of faith? and the testing of our faith creates perseverance in us. he ended the service with asking which of us want to put more faith in God, test our faith.. i hesitated.. u can say im kinda penakut.. coz its true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, we went for a healing meeting thingy.. lots of ppl were healed from pain in their hands, knee, legs, etc... and im ashamed to say what came across my mind.. were they really healed? will the pain come back later? can so many ppl get healed at once? then it what pastor phil said struck me.. in order to have faith, u need to get rid of the negativity and doubt in ur mind.. u have to create an environment of faith for miracles to happen.. so.. i learned a lesson today.. isnt our God the God of the impossible?? where 20million ringgit is just found under ur car seat or hidden under that dusty carpet? we limit our Great and Almighty God too much.. shall we ask for bigger things? and have faith? so we can persevere?? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-5050844731931501844?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/5050844731931501844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=5050844731931501844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/5050844731931501844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/5050844731931501844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/11/faith.html' title='faith'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-817587784451056669</id><published>2010-10-22T02:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T02:13:42.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle....</title><content type='html'>im going round in circles... why am i doing this to myself?.. sorry people who are reading my blog, that i dont post much things that are inspiring, encouraging and stuff.. deep down, this is who i am. a lost person. Listening to the song Empty, i agree... im just going to let it go. people say that before loving others, u have to love yourself.. do i? sometimes... i dont... can u imagine, someone doing nothing at home but is having so much troubles?...... haha... can i leave everything and go around the world? but i want to escape from people. but i studied to be in the service line. to serve/meet people. and im sick of them. but this is the only thing im good at. if i dont study this, what else am i good at? personal skills? zero..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-817587784451056669?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/817587784451056669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=817587784451056669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/817587784451056669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/817587784451056669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/10/circle.html' title='Circle....'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-1821373806157998949</id><published>2010-10-13T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:48:55.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>my sister msged me today, asking that if im free, give her and call so we can chat.. honestly, i kept hesitating.. i dont know since when but i fear speaking on the phone with people.. to have a chat or talk about something.. business calls arent that bad coz customers being rude is expected.. but im afraid of that awkwardness when there reaches a point where there's nothing to say during a call.. that awkward silence where u dont know if u should end the call to end the awkwardness or continue on talking.. in the end.. i thought.. hey.. its my sister.. why am i avoiding?? so i took up the courage and called her.. and im so glad i did.. coz i really miss her.. =/ she said that from the tone of my voice, she knows something isnt right with me.. why am i so sad.. sighhh.. she says she feels bad.. before i actually dialed her number, i was already crying.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family doesnt express how much we care for each other with words.. the words 'i miss u' or 'i love u' is just so difficult to utter.. even though i miss my mom or sis or bro, its just hard to say so.. but before ending the call, we said we missed each other.. amazing huh? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my mom's bday today.. somehow, im not in the mood.. sorry mom.. i dont know what to get her too.. she's really picky with clothes and shoes and bags. its useless if i buy something that she doesnt like.. cook? i did that last time.. what do i do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not only me thats feeling down these days.. my good friend is feeling down too.. one day im comforting her, and the next, she's comforting me.. lol.. im not good with words to comfort people.. sorry.. i just know how to listen.. not give advise.. who am i to advise someone when i myself am not doing so well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-1821373806157998949?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/1821373806157998949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=1821373806157998949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1821373806157998949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1821373806157998949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/10/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-7241231803592545611</id><published>2010-10-10T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:22:39.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired...</title><content type='html'>im tired of it.. im repeating it.. i cant help myself.. its involuntary.. i dont know what to do.. my friend is going thru it now.. i so wanna hug my friend and say that i know how u feel... what should i do God?? im really tired of it... just.. tired... really... tired... ... .. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-7241231803592545611?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/7241231803592545611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=7241231803592545611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7241231803592545611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7241231803592545611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/10/tired.html' title='tired...'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-7490465792285351215</id><published>2010-10-02T06:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T07:04:04.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday..</title><content type='html'>im still not asleep.. its 6.35am now... not because im so excited its my birthday.. its because of all the milk tea that i drank last night/this morning with my friends.. i dont blame them.. really! instead, i really had fun with them.. =) all started with aaron saying he was bored ( i dont blame him at all) so i called christine and she suggested going genting.. lol..tak jadi so in the end with beng huat too, we went to PJ, fetched melissa and went to wong kok.. i was in a good mood and was talkative and hyper.. since we could get this gigantic milk tea drink for free if we ordered rm30 and above, we played a game where losers have to drink half their glass.. the caffeine in the tea is whats making me typing my blog now..  trying to count from 1-100, trying to make myself relaxed enough to sleep only resulted till 1-30+.. tried so sing myself to sleep also tak jadi.. prayed for a long time and talked to God.. it was refreshing.. =) but i still cant sleep... seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... the sky is getting brighter!! wow.. this is the first time im awake by myself till dawn... a birthday to remember indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my story.. i actually felt kinda sick on the way back home.. i lost quite alot of times in the game, resulting in me drinking lots.. melissa and christine felt sick too!! when i reached home, the urge to vomit was really great.. honestly, vomiting would make me feel better! (i still feel uncomfortable now)...i felt a little shaky and dizzy too. i think its the effect of the caffeine.. after going to toilet and vomiting, i felt much better... melissa vomited too.. i felt kinda bad.. we got that drink for free coz its my bday.. so its partly...my fault?? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. its really bright now.. somehow, i feel kinda lonely this year.. maybe coz my brother and sister are not with me.. idk.. i feel grateful for my friends surprise last week and the fellowship last night.. but... i somehow feel abit lonely.. i dont really celebrate with my family.. just cutting the cake and no party whatsoever. but just the feeling that they are not here with me.. its somehow.. different.. and it left me thinking.. is this how the people who are the only child in their families feel?? wow.. its not a nice feeling.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go to market with mom at 8am.. its almost 7 now.. i was worried i couldnt wake up but now im not even asleep yet? LOL... anyways, i hope the YA Anniversary turns out good later.. =) we can plan but God is always in control.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can smell toast now from somewhere... after vomiting, i was feeling hungry.. stomach growling~ so whats for breakfast for the bday girl this morning? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-7490465792285351215?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/7490465792285351215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=7490465792285351215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7490465792285351215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7490465792285351215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday..'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-3039202753519951908</id><published>2010-09-20T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:53:43.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrr...</title><content type='html'>i cannot tahan doing nothing at home liao... ggrrrrrr... seriously.. its killing me!! i've been waiting for the call from my previous interview.. is it really not gonna come? been going out with my friends and my tabung is getting shallower by the week coz its just output and no input.. sobs!! its really frustrating... so much for putting my faith in God.. man.. i waver very fast right?? sorry God.. im really impatient... :"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis is going to Johor soon.. my bro was the first to leave the house and embark on his independent journey after his spm.. then it was me who went for internship but im already back.. now its my sis's turn... sighhh... who is gonna jaga me when im sick?? who to kacau and irritate when im hyper? who to talk to at home? sighhh... sadnessssss.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3039202753519951908?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3039202753519951908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3039202753519951908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3039202753519951908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3039202753519951908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/09/grrrr.html' title='grrrr...'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-3474535817303059568</id><published>2010-09-19T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T02:12:31.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise..</title><content type='html'>God surprises me.. i went for an interview that i didnt think i'd get called for coz i felt as though there was no hope but suddenly on tuesday morning, there came this call asking me to go for the interview that very afternoon! imagine how i panicked! i wasnt even sure of how to get there! my kind mom teman-ed me there coz nerves+stressed+driving is definately not a good equation. searching for what to wear, my documents, what to say, what to expect... wow.. it was just crazy for that few hours.. the interview was okay.. okay+bad = ??.... idk.. its all in God's hands.. if He wants it for me, if its His will then i know He'll let me get the job. so i need not think so much and worry.. which leads to trusting and putting our faith in Him.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chatted with Sheryl recently and she shared testimonies with me.. i realised that God surprises us in situations.. when we meet a dead end, feeling hopeless and having no way to turn to, there is always God and the Holy Spirit with us.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i dare myself to ask God to surprise me? surprise me with unexpected situations.. but being the coward and penakut that i am, i dont think i have that courage to utter that sentence to God.. well.. God knows me best.. my future is in his hands.. Surprise me? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3474535817303059568?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3474535817303059568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3474535817303059568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3474535817303059568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3474535817303059568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/09/surprise.html' title='surprise..'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-8556949965320007934</id><published>2010-09-07T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:38:38.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together-ness</title><content type='html'>I just realised that i didnt blog about my adventures in Korea.. omg.. how could i not do that? but then again, i think no one reads my blog already and i've already written an account of what happened everyday in my little note book that i carried while i was in Korea.. A small smile appears on my face everytime i think about that time i spent in Korea with Jane and how God was truly with me every step of the way.. (thanks everyone who prayed for me!). when we got lost and gained amazing opportunities that seemed impossible.. God was truly awesome! its as though it was just a dream.. thank u SO MUCH GOD! u know how much that meant to me just to be able to set foot in that land! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the reason of what i wanted to blog about.. the church retreat that was on Saturday - Sunday. honestly, i didnt expect anything from the retreat. yes, i prayed about it.. but deep down, i thought that we were just going to spend time there and come back home again. Aaron asked if i could help with the bbq dinner and i had to go buy the charcoals, starter, borrow the skewers and other bbq stuff. thanks to Melissa who provided most of the bbq stuff and Aaron who followed up with me to ensure everything was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met in church on Saturday morning. left later than planned and Bentong was supposedly 1 hour away only. Aaron's friend Beng Huat came along for the retreat. i felt encouraged to see a new person in church these few weeks and him even coming for the retreat was a surprise. i kept in mind that i had to be friendly coz i know how it feels to be lonely and leftout among all these ppl that u dont know. Christine and I were in Aaron's car along with Beng Huat and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon arriving at our destination, it was actually better than i expected. having been  to prefect camps every year in school made me accustomed to the lousy toilets and bug infected beds. but this place was well maintained.. or is it because its new? idk.. the only problem was that the hall was really HOT! i can survive without aircon. really. the aircon in my house gets turned on like once in 1-2 months? so believe me when i say that it was hot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was okay. was really hungry by that time coz breakfast was 3 oat crunch biscuits and 1 bun for me. shared cendol with Melissa after lunch at this shop that makes their own ice cream. not bad too. we headed back and was told that games were postponed coz there were still more ppl coming. played cards on the stage instead. Simon, Andrew and Beng Huat played with us too. it was fun playing with people u never played with and also fellowshipping with each other coz we YA-ians have not spent much time together for such a long time. it was good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came service time. there was some probs with the set up of the instruments. only 1 mike could be used. i wasnt really affected by that. before the preaching by AKF ended, Simon started the fire for the bbq without a starter. talk bout skill eh? the caretaker of the place then asked us not to bbq in the building's compound so we moved to the stairs. as the night grew deeper, we could not see what were we bbq-ing and we innovative ppl used torch lights. then it started to drizzle and our umbrellas went up. honestly, as i look back, it was much more fun with all the difficulties faced. everyone helped each other. it was fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleared up the food and took a very refreshing bath.. felt so good after the bath since i was sweaty and smelly during the bbq.. had devotion led by aunty Linda in the girls dorm. it was a powerful session where in just those few minutes, i felt some ppl open up and give opinions on their thoughts. we grew about an inch closer? all glory to God! =) played games after that at on the stage in the hall again. i initially thought we'll play till 3-4am? but we lasted only till 1am+. i was a little bit disappointed but i think everyone was tired. going back to the dorm, my eyes were tired but my mind was still awake. how to sleep? plus the snoring. it was long before i got to sleep. then i was awaken 3 times by the baby boy crying/grumbling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with huge eye bags as i stare into the mirror to brush my teeth. not enough time to bathe. brief morning prayer which my group finished 1st. since breakfast had not arrived, decided to take a walk with Victoria. met with the transportation manager/breakfast delivery while on our walk. ate breakfast and was sleepy during service. sorry. couldnt help it. walked to the river for water baptism. happy for them. =) we then had a semi comp on skiding pebbles on water. mom was kinda good at it. haha. after lunch, it was time to pack and head home. afew of us went to the hot srpings and it was disappointing! the kolam looked dirty but we dipped our feet into the water anyway. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home on this really winding road. i was in Aaron's car with Beng Huat, tigress, bow bear and another bear. didnt feel dizy at first and was chatting with them. was happy that i wasnt getting dizzy but it was short lived. a small lump started to build in my throat and my head was getting heavy. decided to sit back and close my eyes. few mins later, we joined the main highway. thank God! i really couldnt take the winding roads any longer! came back home and snuggled on my bed coz my head was really heavy and wasnt feeling that good. slept till 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the title says, together-ness is really important. though we only spent 2days together, i felt that we grew a little closer. overcoming troubles, working together makes us unite and understand each other. i guess God did answer my prayer that it'll be a great time there and have an encounter with God. this experience proves that u can have fun in simple situations. no need to splurge a sum of money. all u need is great people and An Awesome Almighty God. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8556949965320007934?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8556949965320007934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8556949965320007934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8556949965320007934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8556949965320007934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/09/together-ness.html' title='Together-ness'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-2671520580506832469</id><published>2010-08-16T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:02:08.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Will.. my Hope and Future..</title><content type='html'>after reading my previous post, i've realised that i've been down and depressed for quite some time now.. during YA yesterday, our dear Sheryl shared about sharing each others burden.. it left me thinking that we've not done that in a long while.. we might think that our problem is insignificant and there's no need to share it with each other.. but if its slowly eating us from the inside, stealing our joy and love for God, isnt that a serious matter?? i decided to share my problem right away with them.. i dont know what they think but i feel its a BIG hurdle for me.. the next vital step im gonna take.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, my mood wasnt that good.. just out of the blue.. i seriously dont know why.. but after worship and listening to the preaching, i felt much better.. thank u God! =) AKF shared about God's will.. whether we consult him with what are we gonna do and whether the thing that we wanna do is what God wants and plans for us.. its not as easy as it sounds.. so.. i've decided after such an INCREDIBLY long time of walking around the bush, im just gonna leave it in God's hand and pray and ask God if its his will for my future.. talking with my friend, this idea suddenly popped out in my head.. i've never EVER thought of it before.. is it a sign?? or am i just thinking too much?? im so vulnerable.. i really dont wanna think and be depressed anymore.. im SICK of being DEPRESSED and CRYING about it.. just thinking about it brings a lump to my throat and makes my eyes watery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like my manja-fied voice.. makes me sound like a childish spoilt brat.. i'll have to remind myself to change my voice everytime i suddenly realise im talking like a small kid.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be positive girl.. coz what shows on the outside actually reflects what u are feeling on the inside... and im a HUGE mirror that reflects it.. so i'll have to be more careful and happy and win my stolen JOY back.. joy.. its actually a BIG word.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-2671520580506832469?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/2671520580506832469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=2671520580506832469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2671520580506832469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2671520580506832469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/08/your-will-my-hope-and-future.html' title='Your Will.. my Hope and Future..'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-3544396661406409839</id><published>2010-06-25T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:34:50.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still...</title><content type='html'>i've gone down the wrong path... made the wrong turn, and yet, u still love me, God.. when can i climb out of this hole that i dug myself into? not for years to come and its nobody's fault but mine.. the smile on my face is hard work and is the result of asking God for strength.. only God knows my heart... can i ask for a transplant? coz i think i could use a new one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still undecided on what to do after i come back from korea.. work? work where? study? study what?.. u may not understand but its not an easy choice for me.. or maybe i think too much.. i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry ppl around me if u feel i treat u badly.. i'll try my best to be the old Jeannette again... just yesterday, i felt like my old self again.. the cheerful one that encourages people, smiles and all.. but today, i feel all these troubles coming back to me... haunting me.. i really need God by my side, to hold my hand, stroke my hair and tell me its ok coz He'll never leave me nor forsake me... sighhhh.. so depressing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3544396661406409839?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3544396661406409839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3544396661406409839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3544396661406409839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3544396661406409839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/06/still.html' title='still...'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-8208689705429113487</id><published>2010-05-19T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:34:57.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what next??</title><content type='html'>i wanted to blog about my last days in Port Dickson doing my internship but i guess no one is interested in that other than myself so i'll just keep those memories to myself.. crazy and tiring but nevertheless, fun!.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday after coming back from the orphanage, i was awaken from my nap by jane's call.. i groggily said hello and jane said 'jean...do u want to go to korea?!'... i was like...whaaa...whaatt??.. half of my brain was still in sleepland.. after repeating afew times and explaining to blur me that she's asking me if i want to go on a trip to korea with her in july... i was like.. O.o i've always wanted to go to korea! and japan! but japan is much more expensive and according to jane, this trip is cheaper than the normal price and its organised by the Korean Tourism Board.. after telling my mom and sis and thinking hard.. (not that hard i guess coz half of me wanted to go when she told me!), i agreed to go with her!! wohooooooooo!!~ korea baybeh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then realised that i have to renew my passport and the date to pay the deposit was today (18th May).. jane and her father went down to the travel agency and helped me pay the deposit (thanks so much!!).. but after thinking of it, is it worth the money spent?? i mean, im still a student.. people my age are all serious about their future education and job.. but me? what am i doing?? flushing my money away to go on holiday?? sighhhhh.. but i really want to go... i've always wanted to travel.. i know if i didnt agree to go, i'll be thinking about it everyday and wishing that i could go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to study.. i dont know what job should i do.. im so aimless.. people have dreams and want to be something great and they strive for it.. but me? i feel so useless.. people ask me, how can i not have a dream?? didnt i plan for my future?? well.. i planned but its not as easy as it sounds... my plans are all not going to work out so i'll have to start with a new plan for my future but im just so stuck right now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised that my posts have all been kinda depressing lately... its been a long time since i've written a cheerful, happy post.. well, im just not happy and cheerful these days.. sorry to the people around me.. im supposed to be an example to people but i guess im a bad example.. today wasnt a very good day for me too.. choosing between right and wrong... the wrong way seems so fun and the right way seems so boring... like what God said.. the path to hell is a broad pathway but the path to righteousness is narrow.. its not 100% like whats written in the Bible but as long as i understand and u get the msg, thats what matters right?? hahaha.. im starting to think that is so true.. doing the right thing is sometimes so boring, lame and old-fashioned.. but i guess if u put God first, that is what that matters right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8208689705429113487?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8208689705429113487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8208689705429113487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8208689705429113487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8208689705429113487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-next.html' title='what next??'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-945091969418433644</id><published>2010-04-26T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:46:57.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clumsy</title><content type='html'>why am i so clumsy?? in the HR department for the 3rd week now and i think there is not a single day where i dont make a mistake.. seriously.. i dont know whats wrong with myself.. i really have to think over an instruction given to me, whether its just a simple one... i feel so blur and dumb... i think my supervisor will think im a dumb blond with black hair... sighhhh... i dont know what to do.. God help me.. im kinda depressed frequently... i need u God.. i need u... .... ..... ... ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-945091969418433644?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/945091969418433644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=945091969418433644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/945091969418433644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/945091969418433644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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me... lalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. 3 posts today! what an achievement after a VERY long time of not blogging! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-1841651396332049685?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/1841651396332049685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=1841651396332049685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1841651396332049685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1841651396332049685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/04/warm.html' title='warm!'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-4858746003799278433</id><published>2010-04-25T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:56:35.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running out of time</title><content type='html'>referring to my previous post's title, im actually supposed to write about this and not what happened last night..haha.. anyways.. i realise that my emotions can change really fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that im running out of time.. but u dont seem to bother...i dont want to say it out coz i'll just look stupid in the end... this is the constant result that i get in this situation.. when will this ever end???.. im so tired and frustrated... how come it seems so easy for others??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read my fren's blog and i get encouraged.. she doesnt seem to let her problems weigh her down while i carry my burden on my shoulders 24hours a day till the weight of it casts a frown on my face.. i've to be more positive... i've tried to... guess there's no choice but to continue to be positive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-4858746003799278433?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/4858746003799278433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=4858746003799278433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4858746003799278433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4858746003799278433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/04/running-out-of-time.html' title='running out of time'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-4897682622006341751</id><published>2010-04-25T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:02:37.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know...</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a real day of testing for me... i wasnt feeling well and we had to help out in this chinese banquet dinner by UOB bank.. since im in HR and yesterday was a Saturday, my frens and i had to work from 9am-1pm, then come back for the banquet at 3-11pm.. i just had to fall sick that morning and i knew that throughout the entire day, i needed God to hold my hand, give me strength and wisdom, put my faith in him and carry on with the show.. i indeed want to thank Him coz without His help, i would have been totally miserable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt feeling comfortable when my frens and i were walking back to the hotel for our afternoon shift.. felt like vomiting the entire time but it just couldnt come out. although i had no appetite to eat, i needed to eat so that i could vomit and sure enough after eating, i vomited... after that, i felt much better but weak.. how am i gonna serve the guests later?? with the heavy huge plates, bowls, walking down the stairs to the level below to collect each meal course.. the thought of it actually scared me... i really had no strength to do all that.. i didnt want to tell my frens that i felt weak coz i dont think they would believe me and perhaps thought im exegerating? only God and myself knew how i felt last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing into our yellow uniforms and looking like Digi promoters, we went into the ballroom to set up the table settings and stuff.. the UOB group had a meeting in the ballroom before that and we had to do a turnover which results in rushing, managers and organizers anger flaring, shouting, running around and all the last minute stuff.. i was in charge of table no.8 which is near to the front.. my heart throbbed.. God help me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after setting up the tables, wiping cutlerys, standing at our designated table and hearing the manager saying that the doors can be opened, the guests all poured into the ballroom..my table were all uncles and 1 aunty.. 2 uncles who loved to drink and kept asking me to get ice for them, resulting in me constantly going to the bar counter to get ice and Seena asked me, 'ur guest is eating ice or what?'...LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went to pick up the food for the first time, i went down the wrong stairs.. note: hotel staff cant use the hotels main walkway so we have to use the stairs, which there are 3 different stairs.. so, i opened the door and got confused for awhile.. at the end of the corridor, i saw the Head Chef and he smiled at me and pointed me the right way.. i laughed.. and blushed at my clumsy silly self? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dinner was really loud and the people were all over the place.. they just wouldnt sit at their own table and kept yam-seng-ing... there were constant performances and people were all crowding around to watch which made our serving and walking difficult.. the night ended with the banquet manager calling us to a seperate meeting room, scolded the part-timers for their lousy job done and allowed us to go back home.. it was 11.30pm+.. my frens and i were hungry so we went to PD town at a small and lonely mamak stall and ate maggie goreng.. reached back home at 1.30am+, bathe and crawled into bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to describe how was every course of the meal, it would be a very very long post..just note one thing..those huge plates dont only look heavy, they really are heavy.. and serving a table where the people are talking to each other and not welcoming this waitress who cuts their conversation just to serve them and do her job is not easy.. Thank God for his help because halfway thru, i just wanted to go to the locker room , crouch on the floor and wish i wasnt sick and wont get this type of sickness everytime..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-4897682622006341751?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/4897682622006341751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=4897682622006341751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4897682622006341751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4897682622006341751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-know.html' title='i dont know...'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-3843517480950339828</id><published>2009-08-07T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:32:45.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>a testing day for jean today....let me tell u the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chef wan (yes...the m'sian celebrity chef) was going to give a talk in my college and everyone has to dress up neatly in our uniforms with tidy hair and all to give a good impression... sounds familiar eh?? pretending to look good and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every morning, i would set my alarm at 6.30 and snooze it till 7.15.. :) ..but today, i accidentally pressed 'off alarm' and woke up at 8.25am!! i was like.. OMGGGGG!!! late late late late!!! i jumped out of bed and went to the washroom to wash up, wore my shirt tat i didnt iron, simply brushed my hair and dashed down to my car to drive to ktm.. as i was driving, i suddenly felt an urge to check my bag for my tie which i usually kept in my bag after wearing it...when i opened my bag....oh noooo... i didnt put it back into my bag.... i patah balik to my house just to get my tie and as i was just about to park my car at the ktm station, the train arrived.. i didnt have time to get into the train and had to wait for the next one, which was 10mins late....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was praying all the way that chef wan would be late. when i arrived, the talk had not started....phhewwww.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realise that chef wan had accomplished so much in his life...he received an award as the no.1 celebrity chef in the world!! yes... in the WORLD... beating gordon ramsay, jamie oliver and nigella lawson!! i really found that hard to believe..wow.. im still amazed.. and how come this news didnt spread around? i think most of the malaysians didnt even know bout it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another blunder of the day was that i forgot to bring a part of an assignment, which i was supposed to hand in today..i didnt really panic coz so many hiccups already happened today...i just sigghhhhheddd.... i would hav to beg my lecturer tomoro when i go for my saturday class to allow me to add that part of the assignment in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is indeed a day of testing for jean, and she managed to pull thru, thanks to God's help and prayer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3843517480950339828?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3843517480950339828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3843517480950339828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3843517480950339828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3843517480950339828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/08/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-7485911958650745889</id><published>2009-07-28T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:13:57.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>limit..</title><content type='html'>jean has reached her limit..... dont push it any longer.. please....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-7485911958650745889?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/7485911958650745889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=7485911958650745889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7485911958650745889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7485911958650745889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/07/limit.html' title='limit..'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-7105864448234357768</id><published>2009-06-22T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:06:23.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Our lives are not determined by what happens to us but by how we react to what happens, not by what life brings to us, but by the attitude we bring to life. A positive attitude causes a chain reaction of positive thoughts, events, and outcomes. It is a catalyst, a spark that creates extraordinary results.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-7105864448234357768?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/7105864448234357768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=7105864448234357768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7105864448234357768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7105864448234357768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/06/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-132757616112755180</id><published>2009-06-22T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:28:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats next??</title><content type='html'>im finally posting something again! yay... jean has started college and is already into the 3rd week.. or is it the 4th week?? anyways, college life is starting to drain me out... i feel that its such an effort just to drag myself out of bed just to get ready for coll.. i listen to ppl who are enjoying their coll and uni life.. why cant my coll life be like theirs?? few probs between frens have surfaced too..between this girl and that girl..that boy and that girl...the other boy and that boy... ppl behave certain ways and get on other ppl's nerves.. in this sem, out of 7 subjects, 6 are group assignments... i dont like group assignments!! its not that i dont like my group mates and my frens... its just really bothersome.. we all live far away from each other and none of us, including me, has the motivation to do the assignments.. is it because i cant work with other ppl? i dont know coz my other frens feel the same way too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays class was crap and a waste of time.. the lecturer was just writing notes on the board and reading it to us later on...gave us some exercise which she didnt even teach us how to do and thinks we are superhumans who have einsteins brains.. while she was 'teaching' in the front, we were busy munching seaweed, giant pocky sticks, mamee, and chewing gum at the back...playing games with our phones and texting each other and miss calling too.. doesnt it sound like school life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been feeling up and down very often.. one day im hyper, the next im quiet..im really weird arent i?? my mood changes as fast as playboys change their girlfrens.. now where did that pepatah come from?? so random.. lol.. an apology to my frens.. u just have to bear with me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats next?? work? how is working life gonna be then?? doing the same thing everyday for years.. how are we gonna handle office politics too?? its a big world out there and im so not ready to face it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is life.. u just have to suck it up and face it.. u cant always have ur way and be on cloud 9..it rains on cloud 9 too btw..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-132757616112755180?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/132757616112755180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=132757616112755180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/132757616112755180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/132757616112755180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-next.html' title='whats next??'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-7941259079143860991</id><published>2009-06-09T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:51:24.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected</title><content type='html'>neglected this blog for so long...sorry bloggie!! well, jean has been going thru the ups in downs in life and didnt handle the downs too well...back to college too... not enjoying the timetable..wat to do? things cant go your way all the time.. feel a lil distant  from God too..its my fault anyway..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-7941259079143860991?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/7941259079143860991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=7941259079143860991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7941259079143860991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7941259079143860991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/06/neglected.html' title='neglected'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-8054154702006702304</id><published>2009-05-14T15:35:00.044+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:57:19.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malacca trip</title><content type='html'>15 legendary students packed their bags, crammed into 3 cars, and headed off to malacca with the trip they bought from MATTA fair... with smiling faces after grueling exam stress, off they went.. there were some complications in the beginning with the transportation. ended up, i had to drive there using my sis's car. O.o.. i was not used to her car and was gonna drive long distance..wow.. we made it safely to and back from malacca.(thats why im here blogging)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my car turned into 3 wrong exits on the highway due to miscommunication..looking on the bright side, it was fun finding our own way back onto the right track.. where is the fun in trips if it aint for the blunders?? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; first stop was the animal safari.. the animals are better kept there compared to miserable, dull, smelly animals of zoo negara..they have space to roam around too.. after that, went to check-in to our villa, took a bathe while the others played in the mini swimming pool. basketball was next.. thanks to Kong who scored all the goals in our all girl 1 boy team, the all boys team had to treat us to something later on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; went back to the house and prepared steamboat(note: cooking is not allowed in the house). competing with each other for the food was memorable. our indulgence with our dinner caused us to be late for the cowboy show. we reached just in time for the closing fireworks and a mini parade..(thats why when we entered, ppl were oddly walking in the opposire direction) after the show, there was an announcement saying there was another show later. we waited and were the treated to a VIP show.(we were the only audience). there was only 1 show with men eating fire and stuff.. 1 guy even had 6packs..O.O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the next morn, we ate breakfast which we accidentally discovered that it came with the package we paid for. after packing up, headed to malacca town for the ever famous chicken rice balls..after the refreshing free cendol, treated by the guys coz of the basketball bet, we headed back to kl. i was so tired while driving that when i wanted to shift gears, i forgot 5th gear was right-up or right-down.(note: right-down is reverse)...anyways, we came back all in 1 peace.. thank God. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SgvSEGPRzEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jhzFWLDFrfo/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SgvSEGPRzEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jhzFWLDFrfo/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335589151386487874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SgvR3lCaxRI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nXj5vLOOx_U/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SgvK7hegmnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/c2zpR1zYJvc/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335581307497912946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SgvKtUKyQJI/AAAAAAAAAl0/9_6OE7wWkhk/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SgvKtUKyQJI/AAAAAAAAAl0/9_6OE7wWkhk/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335581063407354002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SgvKPS8hsWI/AAAAAAAAAls/XDdExvgEuyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SgvKPS8hsWI/AAAAAAAAAls/XDdExvgEuyQ/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335580547683037538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8054154702006702304?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8054154702006702304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8054154702006702304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8054154702006702304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8054154702006702304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/05/malacca-trip.html' title='malacca trip'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SgvSEGPRzEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jhzFWLDFrfo/s72-c/IMG_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-377498379485468099</id><published>2009-04-25T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:31:16.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SfMsNgy1AUI/AAAAAAAAAlk/h1qk_Dcvk70/s1600-h/canon-ixus-95_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SfMsNgy1AUI/AAAAAAAAAlk/h1qk_Dcvk70/s320/canon-ixus-95_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328651394762473794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;behold...the new toy..&lt;br /&gt;presenting...*drum roll*......the Canon IXUS 95IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally! i bought a new camera!! so so so happy...lalalalalalalalalalalaa... im really really happy.. my friend, melissa chong and i have been hunting for cameras. i think she has been hunting for an even longer time than me.. all the time spent on looking up the camera reviews, specifications, price and all online... its finally over.. it was frustrating coz we couldnt make up our minds on which cam to get.. the next step was to choose a date, time and place on where to buy our prized possession.. and then suddenly on friday, she msged me saying there is a camera sale on saturday at pj old town.. i was so excited! my kind mom withdrew money for me to buy.. the entire night, i was really happy!(mom and sis were witnesses).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey to the place to buy was really long coz melissa had things to handle.. the weather was so so hot.. was sweating from heat and excitement! we were in a hurry coz we had to be in church at 4pm and we arrived at 2.45. i was undecided between getting a sony and a canon.. going back and forth between the 2 booths.. called my mom for advise but she said she doesnt know which cam coz she's not there.. then melissa suddenly remembered aaron has a sony cam. i called him for advice too.. ended up getting the canon IXUS 95IS... im satisfied with it.. XD...melissa got the light blue one while i got the magenta one.. we were both so so happy with the cam.. smiling smiling during dinner and even felt like we missed the cam after not holding it after a while..crazy rite?? i agree..XD some ppl might find us weird.. but u dont know the trouble we went thru in getting it.. both of us like photography too.. so i guess its really worth it...^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-377498379485468099?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/377498379485468099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=377498379485468099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/377498379485468099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/377498379485468099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-toy.html' title='new toy'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SfMsNgy1AUI/AAAAAAAAAlk/h1qk_Dcvk70/s72-c/canon-ixus-95_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-7798257103475893639</id><published>2009-04-21T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:12:01.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time</title><content type='html'>its been so so so so so so long since i posted something.. its mainly because i was busy with assignments and test.. arghhh!! but the other main main reason was becoz i was lazy.. XD there are a few things tat i wanna blog about but since there are a few and i elaborate alot, its gonna be a long long post... dunno who raeds my blog anyways..ahahaha.. i'll be back when i feel like posting.. finals coming soon..sigh.. so lazy to study.. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-7798257103475893639?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/7798257103475893639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=7798257103475893639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7798257103475893639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7798257103475893639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time.html' title='long time'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-577515350048666502</id><published>2009-03-23T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:14:54.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance</title><content type='html'>these are the choreographers for the Suju song 'sorry sorry'.. much better rite?? so yeng.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bPWSQKH5Q8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bPWSQKH5Q8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suju 'sorry sorry'.. the dance is a little messy.. and is the song addictive or irritating? its a little similar to rihanna's 'disturbia'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QO6SjMsmY8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QO6SjMsmY8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-577515350048666502?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/577515350048666502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=577515350048666502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/577515350048666502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/577515350048666502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/03/dance.html' title='dance'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-7406781211643278455</id><published>2009-03-23T19:22:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:59:18.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>restaurants were too crowded.. had to tapau mcd and eat in food court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceHd1NOUpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/kgb7SlfthNo/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceHd1NOUpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/kgb7SlfthNo/s320/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316366831702659730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceFVyZKw9I/AAAAAAAAAlU/erApv41AHow/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceFVyZKw9I/AAAAAAAAAlU/erApv41AHow/s320/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316364494485242834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slaves at edu fair.. cesca, huiyi, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceEX1pdmYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jcBEkCp-V2M/s1600-h/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceEX1pdmYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jcBEkCp-V2M/s320/DSC01281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316363430207003010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after MATTA fair...reached home so late coz train was so crowded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceDK6G-uGI/AAAAAAAAAlE/98o9DDIDB5o/s1600-h/DSC01279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceDK6G-uGI/AAAAAAAAAlE/98o9DDIDB5o/s320/DSC01279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316362108554623074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesat bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceC8BbHlnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/5A2bVrqs8L8/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceC8BbHlnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/5A2bVrqs8L8/s320/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316361852820100722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceCwKO9yoI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ryI_20ou5vo/s1600-h/DSC01272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceCwKO9yoI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ryI_20ou5vo/s320/DSC01272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316361649026615938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaejoong, changmin, yunho and jinli's bday..&lt;br /&gt;note : none of the ppl we were celebrating were there.. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceCiDyOGHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/PiAJRm5jjj4/s1600-h/DSC01267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceCiDyOGHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/PiAJRm5jjj4/s320/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316361406777268338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce, me, chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceCWy1Ab6I/AAAAAAAAAkU/BDWnFbdc_qQ/s1600-h/DSC01265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceCWy1Ab6I/AAAAAAAAAkU/BDWnFbdc_qQ/s320/DSC01265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316361213246992290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace, me, chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SceCKOgrVVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/IXmE_aH7kNE/s1600-h/DSC01263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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(u would understand this if u take ktm everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) mom gave me money for the trip with frens after sem break. i didnt think she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) called boss to make reservation for YA dinner. he said he will give me 1kg of tiramisu cake for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) was given pay for the hours i didnt work for at the edu fair. even though its very little, its still money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) mom sponsored rm100 for my english week prizes because the uncooperative lecturers didnt want to help out in the financial area. Mr. X found out and asked to give RM50.00 to my mom coz he didnt think it was nice for her to sponsor all.. wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) in the train, a small girl offered me an empty seat next to her since she saw me standing. she said 'aunty, nak duduk tak?'... although i found the term she used to call me a little inappropriate, it's still nice to see that kind people still exist in this menacing world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-959447330495532816?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/959447330495532816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=959447330495532816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n one more thing,........the word 'comparing'....... its endless once u start comparing urself with others or what u own compared to what others own......really.... so, dont try doing it. it will only hurt ur self esteem! i'll try not to do it too!! lalalalalala~~~~~  XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8951501620620331982?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8951501620620331982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8951501620620331982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8951501620620331982'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/1710854680591944934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=1710854680591944934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1710854680591944934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1710854680591944934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/02/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SaUbrMlPo5I/AAAAAAAAAis/_4BzLZksnTA/s72-c/P1000389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-8635097256318984074</id><published>2009-02-19T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:29:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson</title><content type='html'>lesson learned today from some bomoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- practice makes perfect....*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8635097256318984074?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8635097256318984074/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-3287020119694209276</id><published>2009-02-10T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:48:44.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson learned</title><content type='html'>lesson learned from an argument with a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) listen to other people's opinion and respect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) even though people say something that hurts or disrespects u, dont diss or scold them back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) when u r angry with others, dont just burst out everything that u feel like saying. u really cant take back ur words... warn urself, calm down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) people are prone to remembering hurts and prefer to keep them for a very very long time rather than when receiving compliments.. so, try ur best not to hurt others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) really think before u talk.. the mouth is the deadliest weapon that a human has.. the tongue is like a 2 edged sword.. beware..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) dont judge ppl.. no one is perfect.. examine urself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) if u dislike some one, or had an argument, pray for tat person.. &lt;br /&gt;   it says in matthew 5.44 : love ur enemies, bless those who curse u, do good to those who hate u, and pray for those who spitefully use u and persecute u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   if u find the above verse a bunch of crap, mayb this will reason it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   matthew 5.46 : if u only love those who love u, what reward(good) have u? do not even tax collectors do the same? (as in love the good ppl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) say sorry even if u were at fault or were not.. a sincere sorry may be one of the hardest word to utter. learn to use it more often then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thanks for teaching me this lesson.. patience, humility, n trying to love others.. most of all,..........perseverance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3287020119694209276?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3287020119694209276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3287020119694209276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3287020119694209276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3287020119694209276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesson-learned.html' title='lesson learned'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-6839878763400826427</id><published>2009-02-01T23:00:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:27:22.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jin li's farewell</title><content type='html'>(pics curi-ed from jane &amp; jin li)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW9ljgtAxI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vUG3AlPkjnA/s1600-h/01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW9ljgtAxI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vUG3AlPkjnA/s320/01.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297848989556474642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW9g4Ll6UI/AAAAAAAAAhE/KYySFLmWv-c/s1600-h/01..png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW9g4Ll6UI/AAAAAAAAAhE/KYySFLmWv-c/s320/01..png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297848909205727554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW9aw_r95I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vGUcVVWn-Q4/s1600-h/02.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8xKZe2II/AAAAAAAAAgE/5MPH6DyuwXs/s320/17.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297848089462102146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8poNWWXI/AAAAAAAAAf8/BHjk1MOCSdU/s1600-h/19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8poNWWXI/AAAAAAAAAf8/BHjk1MOCSdU/s320/19.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297847960025323890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8iEUz8cI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ocosH_S-NWU/s1600-h/21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8iEUz8cI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ocosH_S-NWU/s320/21.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297847830133862850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8bSJti0I/AAAAAAAAAfs/8vjq_aVX4W8/s1600-h/22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8bSJti0I/AAAAAAAAAfs/8vjq_aVX4W8/s320/22.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297847713586318146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8VTj9rGI/AAAAAAAAAfk/37nDEe2p8LY/s1600-h/23.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8VTj9rGI/AAAAAAAAAfk/37nDEe2p8LY/s320/23.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297847610885647458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8PbtlPNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Db8HMww8vD4/s1600-h/24.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8PbtlPNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Db8HMww8vD4/s320/24.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297847509994257618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jin li, holding the present i made for her....  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8EJaWQNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/iqFiQn7bAlA/s1600-h/25.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW8EJaWQNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/iqFiQn7bAlA/s320/25.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297847316103184594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW78EBQzAI/AAAAAAAAAfM/u9674qD6qtU/s1600-h/33.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW78EBQzAI/AAAAAAAAAfM/u9674qD6qtU/s320/33.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297847177216838658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW72IBG16I/AAAAAAAAAfE/lV6SE6xooFE/s1600-h/34.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW72IBG16I/AAAAAAAAAfE/lV6SE6xooFE/s320/34.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297847075210712994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW7wImffOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/z69IJ9WoQkU/s1600-h/36.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW7wImffOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/z69IJ9WoQkU/s320/36.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297846972288302306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW7pci-EHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/8bvG9Q8EZIA/s1600-h/38.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW7pci-EHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/8bvG9Q8EZIA/s320/38.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297846857383153778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW7i2nISQI/AAAAAAAAAes/Z2y3EEiSpI0/s1600-h/40.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW7i2nISQI/AAAAAAAAAes/Z2y3EEiSpI0/s320/40.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297846744120838402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW7biHX8jI/AAAAAAAAAek/e_F8z_IAbIw/s1600-h/41.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW7biHX8jI/AAAAAAAAAek/e_F8z_IAbIw/s320/41.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297846618359853618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW7POb3qZI/AAAAAAAAAec/UM0kwXArQl4/s1600-h/Pictures+22-1-09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW7POb3qZI/AAAAAAAAAec/UM0kwXArQl4/s320/Pictures+22-1-09+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297846406918678930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really seriously wasnt posing for this....was going towards jane and some sexy pose came out unknowingly... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW65QaE0tI/AAAAAAAAAeU/cEPdU8spXLs/s1600-h/Pictures+22-1-09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW65QaE0tI/AAAAAAAAAeU/cEPdU8spXLs/s320/Pictures+22-1-09+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297846029490901714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW6zVSEaGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/f_TVeF8lhJY/s1600-h/Pictures+22-1-09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW6zVSEaGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/f_TVeF8lhJY/s320/Pictures+22-1-09+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297845927720282210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW6vNx3sII/AAAAAAAAAeE/G38xJ_4XA3E/s1600-h/Pictures+22-1-09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW6vNx3sII/AAAAAAAAAeE/G38xJ_4XA3E/s320/Pictures+22-1-09+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297845856986706050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW6lrffadI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Xoc8Bp0Es94/s1600-h/Pictures+22-1-09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW6lrffadI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Xoc8Bp0Es94/s320/Pictures+22-1-09+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297845693163989458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW6cZ0oX3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/IaSTe2_VYfA/s1600-h/Pictures+22-1-09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW3daunY9I/AAAAAAAAAds/iouxD2FSfcM/s320/100_0913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297842252690187218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW3B2Ysc3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/yQDH7bqhhEM/s1600-h/100_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW3B2Ysc3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/yQDH7bqhhEM/s320/100_0915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297841779078099826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW2nJ_BdCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/37JqqeACw1Q/s1600-h/100_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW2nJ_BdCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/37JqqeACw1Q/s320/100_0923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297841320482665506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW2A8_bf8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/1aEhFxBIOkI/s1600-h/100_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW2A8_bf8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/1aEhFxBIOkI/s320/100_0930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297840664159682498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW1muXFxiI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Pok9kStdZgY/s1600-h/100_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW1muXFxiI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Pok9kStdZgY/s320/100_0936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297840213555791394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW1PhdJ1VI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vZUKL4EWLf8/s1600-h/100_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW1PhdJ1VI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vZUKL4EWLf8/s320/100_0942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297839814954571090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW0ebtrR4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/FtsEiLdtd9Q/s1600-h/100_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW0ebtrR4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/FtsEiLdtd9Q/s320/100_0944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297838971599669122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW0FKdH7eI/AAAAAAAAAc0/VEgFOcxhBHQ/s1600-h/100_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW0FKdH7eI/AAAAAAAAAc0/VEgFOcxhBHQ/s320/100_0945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297838537470111202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWz2HO3vnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/z_a_Cki6wuc/s1600-h/100_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWz2HO3vnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/z_a_Cki6wuc/s320/100_0953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297838278906986098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWyASvE04I/AAAAAAAAAck/rgyIdBvWtEI/s1600-h/100_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWyASvE04I/AAAAAAAAAck/rgyIdBvWtEI/s320/100_0955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297836254770287490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWw6n4RecI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tqyYu1TiPBM/s1600-h/100_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWw6n4RecI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tqyYu1TiPBM/s320/100_0957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297835057855166914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWv3gWSodI/AAAAAAAAAcU/fad2ph_As68/s1600-h/100_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWv3gWSodI/AAAAAAAAAcU/fad2ph_As68/s320/100_0959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833904782352850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWvZzqQW3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/E5_2cUDN2gA/s1600-h/100_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWvZzqQW3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/E5_2cUDN2gA/s320/100_0966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833394570287986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWvHiPgAJI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xezlVynwi_c/s1600-h/100_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWvHiPgAJI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xezlVynwi_c/s320/100_0973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833080657019026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWu14w7CjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/45KYdjGSmAM/s1600-h/100_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWu14w7CjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/45KYdjGSmAM/s320/100_0974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297832777465137714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many koi fishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWuZ0s-2dI/AAAAAAAAAb0/xyGkFhYV1bU/s1600-h/100_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWuZ0s-2dI/AAAAAAAAAb0/xyGkFhYV1bU/s320/100_0977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297832295338531282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWuMm84vFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JOjCX1uGmHY/s1600-h/100_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWuMm84vFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JOjCX1uGmHY/s320/100_0986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297832068308843602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWtW84uDnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vohi6olttzg/s1600-h/100_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWtW84uDnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vohi6olttzg/s320/100_0988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297831146484010610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family pic during reunion dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWsw0ysBvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/sFqaL0l5WHc/s1600-h/100_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWsw0ysBvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/sFqaL0l5WHc/s320/100_0991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297830491476199154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only cny decor in my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWr37HGonI/AAAAAAAAAbU/By4Ff2G1tgE/s1600-h/100_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWr37HGonI/AAAAAAAAAbU/By4Ff2G1tgE/s320/100_1009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297829513919898226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakura flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWrmhJblxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5gCKb56NT0U/s1600-h/100_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYWrmhJblxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5gCKb56NT0U/s320/100_1011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297829214892562194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-6368416497939037315?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/6368416497939037315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=6368416497939037315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6368416497939037315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6368416497939037315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-pics.html' title='more pics'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYW3daunY9I/AAAAAAAAAds/iouxD2FSfcM/s72-c/100_0913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-883982743157803287</id><published>2009-01-29T00:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T01:15:11.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>our gift to jin li, printed on a pillow cover so that she can hug us always!!!!&lt;br /&gt;credits to our photoshopper, jane wong..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCSCpEL4SI/AAAAAAAAAbE/rg_fPeQPjxA/s1600-h/final.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCSCpEL4SI/AAAAAAAAAbE/rg_fPeQPjxA/s320/final.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296393735868506402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeck beng's bday surprise last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNvdFUXtI/AAAAAAAAAaw/WrsIp0_R6C4/s1600-h/DSC01692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNvdFUXtI/AAAAAAAAAaw/WrsIp0_R6C4/s320/DSC01692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296389008188006098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and ron in KLIA lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNpgzsrlI/AAAAAAAAAao/_fUTp4AbJhI/s1600-h/DSC01245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNpgzsrlI/AAAAAAAAAao/_fUTp4AbJhI/s320/DSC01245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296388906108628562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n ron at KLIA mcd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNgJOL6hI/AAAAAAAAAag/Z3DHMtEtySY/s1600-h/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNgJOL6hI/AAAAAAAAAag/Z3DHMtEtySY/s320/DSC01242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296388745158453778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor darlings suffering thru the heat of cny...  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNZfEpMjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9ulu9kF1940/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNZfEpMjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9ulu9kF1940/s320/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296388630764925490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to this taman/zoo/place with historical stuff in kedah with family on the day before cny... was really fun... upload more pics later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a goat... duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNRhfKKCI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qF9SfEtfaiM/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNRhfKKCI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qF9SfEtfaiM/s320/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296388493974054946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squirrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNDTOgeMI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lQwHsR0BOR4/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCNDTOgeMI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lQwHsR0BOR4/s320/DSC01230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296388249627949250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wats this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCM5tDcjUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/RiLMjGN6JG4/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCM5tDcjUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/RiLMjGN6JG4/s320/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296388084762185026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lion came into our college...from left : lion, kam, betty's head...&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i was feeling a little scared with the lion upclose like this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCMyLe3HAI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/oA3eYCB0j6I/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCMyLe3HAI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/oA3eYCB0j6I/s320/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296387955491281922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i added some tassels/bulu-bulu thing to the scarf to beautify it... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCMhnnQekI/AAAAAAAAAZw/41il41avVhQ/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCMhnnQekI/AAAAAAAAAZw/41il41avVhQ/s320/DSC01225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296387670984915522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scarf is taller than me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCMDbKBQLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/824rmly9CyQ/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCMDbKBQLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/824rmly9CyQ/s320/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296387152244981938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempting to act cute for jin li's present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCL3lPZFEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hw_CZgqwhDk/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCL3lPZFEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hw_CZgqwhDk/s320/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296386948793439298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-883982743157803287?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/883982743157803287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=883982743157803287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/883982743157803287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/883982743157803287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/01/pics_29.html' title='pics'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SYCSCpEL4SI/AAAAAAAAAbE/rg_fPeQPjxA/s72-c/final.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-172854275801471304</id><published>2009-01-27T11:30:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:01:34.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i finally finished knitting my scarf!</title><content type='html'>YAY!!!! *fireworks blasting in the sky*... I'm so so happy!! i finally FINISHED knitting my scarf for Grace Kwong Jin Li.... *bows to the standing ovation*.... thank u.... thank u..... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... its actually a farewell present i made for her, inspired by Melissa Chong who made a scarf for her fren who was going to UK... when i started knitting, i went to the internet to find the methods of how to knit.. believe me, it wasnt easy for beginners, learning off the internet!! i constantly made a blunder n got angry with myself... why cant i do it when melissa could?? so i asked AKF n also aunty jenny but they hav forgotten... melissa taught me during caroling but it was only for like 5mins? i didnt get the gist of it.... i waited till i saw melissa again to make sure i know the proper way of how t do it.. patiently, she taught me n i got the hang of it.... i practised a few times before i started to knitting the scarf.. it was really frustrating in the beginning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th december 2008.. the D.O.B of my scarf.. coughcough... i mean, jin li's scarf.. lol..on the 26th, the YA youth were going to PD..i knitted in the car otw to PD... im the type who cant read in the car coz i would get dizzy, but i pulled thru coz time was running out to finish knitting eventhough my head was feeling heavy ade.. i only had 1month... whenever i faced a prob, i would scream 'melissa!!! help!!!!'.....' but 2 weeks later, it was smooth sailing... i sometimes knitted till i felt dizzy.. i even had blisters on my hand from the constant friction of the yarn on my palm n fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after my grueling time, persevering to finish the scarf, i finished it... but i really really really had fun doing it.. a sense of pride when the job was done... waaaaaaaahhh!!! so proud of myself!! *teary eyes*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6KThUcPqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/areyjrrC3Is/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6KThUcPqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/areyjrrC3Is/s320/DSC00748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295822279800536738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, knitting till the wee hours of the morning..&lt;br /&gt;so dark..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6KE9JhpWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QUtFeXGgfds/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6KE9JhpWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QUtFeXGgfds/s320/DSC01069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295822029572908386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kenn, trying a hand at knitting..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6Ir1LKqqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qV0GBzw5HHg/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6Ir1LKqqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qV0GBzw5HHg/s320/DSC01085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295820498423949986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, knitting in the car.. i mean, van in windy conditions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6Il-QqK9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/XKkmiB8Smh8/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6Il-QqK9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/XKkmiB8Smh8/s320/DSC01099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295820397783690194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sifu helping me knit during the early stages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6IPM8FUSI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dVE4UfBPmIc/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6IPM8FUSI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dVE4UfBPmIc/s320/DSC01139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295820006586929442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;knitting till the 3rd ball of yarn.. 1 more ball to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6IG19_D8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/fwjWC37UO9g/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6IG19_D8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/fwjWC37UO9g/s320/DSC01158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819862981939138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it is finished!! was knitting on the bed.. so once i was done, terus took a pic of it.. didnt even straighten out the bedsheet.. too excited!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i took more pics of the stunningly amazing scarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6H4bw4e1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/ZPf_wHSiP_4/s320/DSC01162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819615429491538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;compared to a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6HjvArpwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6_GuOsYlD3s/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6HjvArpwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6_GuOsYlD3s/s320/DSC01169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819259818780418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with the other scarves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6HvsSZLgI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0v_8X36W5xQ/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6HvsSZLgI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0v_8X36W5xQ/s320/DSC01166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819465246191106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;upclose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6HVFa6raI/AAAAAAAAAYI/QGXqyfbl-rw/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6HVFa6raI/AAAAAAAAAYI/QGXqyfbl-rw/s320/DSC01167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819008136359330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the gift 'box' containing the priceless scarf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i would like to thank the following people who helped me, lended me a hand, n gave me advise n courage to finish this scarf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. GOD who helped me when i was down n frustrated in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;2. Melissa Chong who taught me the method n helped me when i made blunders&lt;br /&gt;3. AKF who helped me in the beginning when i had no clue, took me to buy the yarn, n knitted for me when i was doing something else&lt;br /&gt;4. sheryl chong who knitted for me when i was playing RISK&lt;br /&gt;5. Mom n sis who gave me semangat&lt;br /&gt;6. Kenn, who also knitted n showed an interest that i didnt think boys would b interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6HjvArpwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6_GuOsYlD3s/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-172854275801471304?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/172854275801471304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=172854275801471304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/172854275801471304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/172854275801471304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-finally-finished-knitting-my-scarf.html' title='i finally finished knitting my scarf!'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SX6KThUcPqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/areyjrrC3Is/s72-c/DSC00748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-1899370631302031854</id><published>2009-01-15T16:03:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:51:01.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slumber party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;had a sleep over in jl's house last sat. (10th jan)...sort of a farewell for her since she's goin to australia... sigh.. now our gang is not going to be complete after she leaves.. anyways, i rushed to spicy kitchen to meet up with ly, zr n jane without jl's knowledge, to practice the song tat we were gonna sing for her.. spice girls 'goodbye' tat we changed the ending a little to the tune of mirotic.. hahahaa.. ly, zr, jane &amp;amp; i already met up before tat n spent the entire day thinking of a suitable song to sing for jl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to her house, ate dinner, then jl played a few songs for us on her organ.. really nice.. *smile*..  proceeded to her bro's room which we were loaning for the nite to watch 'T' concert... instead, we had a pillow talk till 4-5am n only watched 'T' for 1 hour or less? hahaa.. we talked bout many things n i heard many stories that i didnt know.. guess im quite outdated.. but dont worry, my lips are sealed!.. i could hav stayed awake till later but had to go church the next day so i was the 1st to go to bed.. sorry gals.. n oh ya.. we also did this photo album thingy.. was fun to do, writing quirky remarks next to our photos.. will b fun to look at in 5-10 years time..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW70w0WuOJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/njebHYMstvU/s1600-h/me+xd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW70w0WuOJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/njebHYMstvU/s320/me+xd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291435731731757202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW70hk0p1pI/AAAAAAAAAWY/S2QMKibb1mQ/s1600-h/zhe+rei+xd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW70hk0p1pI/AAAAAAAAAWY/S2QMKibb1mQ/s320/zhe+rei+xd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291435469864294034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71FuELYbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9LXVmo-fQbU/s1600-h/jane+xd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71FuELYbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9LXVmo-fQbU/s320/jane+xd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291436090820616626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, did u realise the jae fans were wearing the same colour theme? it was not planed n its not the first time either... kekeke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71m3NdbRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/JPDA9U0VwT0/s1600-h/ly+n+zr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71m3NdbRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/JPDA9U0VwT0/s320/ly+n+zr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291436660211150098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zr n ly during pillow talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71kKSaz0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/FM8X_mmnCx0/s1600-h/ly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71kKSaz0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/FM8X_mmnCx0/s320/ly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291436613792616258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly n her reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71Cs1b4XI/AAAAAAAAAXY/fpaqoy33pog/s1600-h/jane,jl,zr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71Cs1b4XI/AAAAAAAAAXY/fpaqoy33pog/s320/jane,jl,zr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291436038950740338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jl, jane doing the album while zr abusing jl's bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW708ts2vKI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Uh_eny29GlA/s1600-h/me+con.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW708ts2vKI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Uh_eny29GlA/s320/me+con.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291435936103972002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me looking.....confused?? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71JXKrNFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Cp-cVkbq79o/s1600-h/jane+n+rain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71JXKrNFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Cp-cVkbq79o/s320/jane+n+rain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291436153393329234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jane n her reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW705eX6y9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/PQ1ws0Ylfzo/s1600-h/me+n+solip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW705eX6y9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/PQ1ws0Ylfzo/s320/me+n+solip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291435880450018258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me n my doggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW70_kAoTKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_QhoSKHpfLc/s1600-h/janeie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW70_kAoTKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_QhoSKHpfLc/s320/janeie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291435985042164898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jane writting crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW70sYxEJvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/L7HUbOleYSQ/s1600-h/so+serious.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW70sYxEJvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/L7HUbOleYSQ/s320/so+serious.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291435655606576882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me writing inspiring words.. unlike jane... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71SosvHQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gl3afSZ5oyU/s1600-h/artistic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW71SosvHQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gl3afSZ5oyU/s320/artistic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291436312718417154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this pic looks so professional rite? well, guess who took it?! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW70pPsJGDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/JvyLg3U5kho/s1600-h/softie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW70pPsJGDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/JvyLg3U5kho/s320/softie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291435601630402610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all our soft toys together... awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;n yeah, i really really enjoyed myself tat nite.. hope to do it again with all FIVE of us!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-1899370631302031854?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/1899370631302031854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=1899370631302031854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1899370631302031854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1899370631302031854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumber-party.html' title='slumber party'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW70w0WuOJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/njebHYMstvU/s72-c/me+xd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-4204652990795925227</id><published>2009-01-15T15:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:44:59.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'saman'</title><content type='html'>my ktm gang went back home from college first so i joined the others to get some lunch... 1 hour later, i was walking to my car at the kepong central carpark.. as i was driving out, i noticed a note stuck to my car wiper.. i panicked for a while, coz the previous time, when we juz shifted to the apartment, my mom parked at the wrong parking spot n someone wrote a nasty note n left it at her car wiper.. i thought that this note that i saw was from someone from the apartment, but i really didnt remember seing it this morning when i was driving.. maybe its from the ktm ppl then? what hav i done wrong this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW7nUCKLPSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ZuXZG9Lx_EQ/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW7nUCKLPSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ZuXZG9Lx_EQ/s320/DSC01140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291420943569861922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i stopped the car to take a look at the note.&lt;br /&gt;mana tau, it was just a note from my friends who went back earlier..    =.="&lt;br /&gt;i was taken aback for a while... so after reading the note, i once again was lol-ing alone in the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to ppl who saw me lol-ing for the 2nd time alone in the car : MAYBE I M CRAZY... U HAVE BEEN WARNED.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW7oECrF0jI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UWf4vjeChKA/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW7oECrF0jI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UWf4vjeChKA/s320/DSC01142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291421768341639730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(content of the 'saman'.... edited version)&lt;br /&gt;title : Saman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan, we go back 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Jing not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; that your car got so many bear.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From : Kong &amp;amp; Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-4204652990795925227?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/4204652990795925227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=4204652990795925227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4204652990795925227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4204652990795925227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/01/saman.html' title='&apos;saman&apos;'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SW7nUCKLPSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ZuXZG9Lx_EQ/s72-c/DSC01140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-9032602667943270424</id><published>2009-01-12T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:46:55.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>college again</title><content type='html'>yesss... its tat time again...back to college... it started today... we were supposed to go collect our exam results which we estimated would come out at 10am.. therefore, i decided to go late to college.. last time, i would drive to the ktm station at 8.10 to take the 8.25 train... this time, i would take the 8.45 train.. so, i unintentionally woke up late... 7.45...(usually wake up at 7.05).. it didnt bother me.. took a long bath, washed my hair n all... after eating, i drove as fast as i could n the time was 8.44 when i was approaching the station... nearing the parking lot, i thought, ' its time to search for the money to pay parking... rm2..'.. as the carpark attendant was patiently waiting for me, i was casually rummaging thru my bag for me purse... then, OH NO!.... I LEFT MY PURSE AT HOME IN MY HANDBAG!!!..... my frens were already at college waiting for me.. i had no money in the car.. thus, with an embarrassed face, i reversed out of the parking lot, away from the staring carpark attendant n drove home lol-ing alone in the car!!!&lt;br /&gt;note to the ppl who saw me lol-ing this morn in my car alone : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM NOT CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached college n walked to the library, our usual spot.. my frens were laughing when they saw me.. 'oh well', i thought...at least this incident cheered me up from a day that i was dreading.... it was already 10am+ but our exam results were still not out... since my frens have been waiting since 8.45 n were really bored, had nothing to do, n were not hungry, we decided to eat brunch.. it was nice talking to them again.. wen jing n i kept talking bout k-pop stuff (to the agony of the others).. stories on how they celebrated christmas n new year were exchanged too.. then, we went to take our exam results.. i really expected bad results since i felt the lecturer didnt like me and i didnt concentrate much but amazingly, my CGPA was the best compared to my 1st &amp;amp; 2nd semester!! wooohooooooooo!! thank u GOD!!! &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i headed to cold storage to buy peaches for my peach crunch that i wanted to make... its in the oven now... the appetizing smell is swirling thru the entire house! i hope it taste's as good as it smells!!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-9032602667943270424?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/9032602667943270424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=9032602667943270424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/9032602667943270424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/9032602667943270424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/01/college-again.html' title='college again'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-8004620509599581123</id><published>2009-01-12T14:34:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:05:37.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrnFocKklI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0rh9XWxGyWA/s1600-h/13122008052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrnFocKklI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0rh9XWxGyWA/s320/13122008052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290294796240982610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgot to add this pic to the previous post.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrm_pohLgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Cw1yUMfj1Qg/s1600-h/13122008051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrm_pohLgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Cw1yUMfj1Qg/s320/13122008051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290294693482016258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the following story happened during christmas coz the owner of the blog kept forgetting to write about it due to her very very busy schedule... (im not lagging n thinking christmas was few days ago....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A kind girl was given a very cute &amp;amp; interesting gift from her amazing frens for her 18th birthday in 2008... it was a very cute hamster which she called Pennette...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrnqNbbp-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/PSyUCRE2DfQ/s1600-h/DSC00714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrnqNbbp-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/PSyUCRE2DfQ/s320/DSC00714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290295424645310434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pennette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The benevolent owner of Pennette adored, loved and took very good care Pennette... Gazing at her everyday, the compassionate owner felt that Pennette was lonely and took pity on her little darling... since christmas was approaching, the thoughtful owner decided to get Pennette a christmas present... what present could cure loneliness??? none other than a cute, charming, appealing &amp;amp; adorable male hammie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrm1DqX5lI/AAAAAAAAAVg/etUZEw9E2ng/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrm1DqX5lI/AAAAAAAAAVg/etUZEw9E2ng/s320/DSC01115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290294511490557522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pennette's christmas present!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next task was to find a suitable name for the new hammie... walking around the shopping mall with Pennette's christmas present in a container in lynette's handbag, the pleasant owner went into a bakery... her glorious eyes were looking around and something caught her attention.. a bread/cake/muffin (ppl hav diff opinions on wat it is) that is usually prepared for christmas and new year in italy, called....., Panettone... 'perfect!.. perfect!!'..., the owners good heart cried out... the perfect name since it matches and sounds like Pennette &amp;amp; is in tune with the season too.. christmas &amp;amp; new year!!.. therefore, the benign owner now has a hammie which has a french name, Pennette, and another with an italian name, Panettone.....  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWr5HzooJFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1gzn2xE7XQI/s1600-h/panettone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWr5HzooJFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1gzn2xE7XQI/s320/panettone1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290314624815080530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Panettone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrmt_hyjWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/t6ciGr-Z-QE/s1600-h/DSC00747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrmt_hyjWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/t6ciGr-Z-QE/s320/DSC00747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290294390121729378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pennette and Panettone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrmldBO-mI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LU6P7Utx-2A/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrmldBO-mI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LU6P7Utx-2A/s320/DSC01124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290294243419421282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great will, enthusiasm, and spirit to exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrmXURmdkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/a1FY_8nVfCY/s1600-h/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrmXURmdkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/a1FY_8nVfCY/s320/DSC01132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290294000553981506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so cuuuute!! can u differentiate them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8004620509599581123?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8004620509599581123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8004620509599581123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8004620509599581123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8004620509599581123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/01/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SWrnFocKklI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0rh9XWxGyWA/s72-c/13122008052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-7564287844053399246</id><published>2009-01-06T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:23:53.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dbsk</title><content type='html'>when i saw this vid, i remember our dong bang gang fantasizing tat when we were still in skool, dbsk will suddenly appear during assembly or when we were dying of boredom during bio, they would barge thru the lab door or something... lol... apparently in this vid, it was a surprise attack to the students n this HaHaHa song is actually an ad for samsung to cheer ppl up during the bad economic times.. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbY40JvG8Cc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbY40JvG8Cc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n this is the earlier one filmed with all 5 of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kb3TbW4qKJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7564287844053399246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/01/dbsk.html' title='dbsk'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-6659220963126014229</id><published>2009-01-06T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:39:07.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheryl's bday</title><content type='html'>we surprised sheryl on saturday as well but her real bday was on sunday. christine n i met up n discussed ways to surprise her... since a cake was pretty normal, we decided to buy doughnuts from Big Apple instead.. the whole thing jadi-ed thanks to our insider &amp;amp; spy, melissa chong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1st, the plan was to go to her house before YA n surprise her, but thanks to info from our spy, tat plan cant work coz they had promised to take their cousins to a park to play.. so, we changed the plan.. we would surprise them when they r playing at the park in desa park city.. we plan to celebrate their cousin's bday too since their's was on the 7th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up, it was only christine, kevin, lynette n i who surprised her... while we were walking to the park, sheryl already saw us.. lol. there were other kids with their parents there too... we sang happy bday to her loudly to embarrass her.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to church, n while sheryl led the sharing session, we ate the doughnuts n chocolate bought by kevin from langkawi.. lol..!! anyways, HAPPY 20th BDAY SHERYL!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-8766500631353515053</id><published>2009-01-06T16:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:05:17.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jane's bday</title><content type='html'>i have not been feeling well since sunday.. was lying on the bed the whole of yesterday..  was supposed to work.. i pushed myself n kept telling myself tat once i go to work, i'll b fine.. but i was not feeling any better.. i had no choice but to call eddy to tell i cant work coz im unwell.. he didnt pick up his phone so i called the boss.. sigh.. he didnt sound too happy.. i guess he thinks im just giving excuses for being lazy to go to work.. hope it will b fine tomoro though i still dont feel well now.. been lying on bed today too n i finally pushed myself to get up n do something.. blog.. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic.. jane's bday.. we, the dong bang gang kept surprising each other when it come's to someones bday.. jane celebrated it last saturday but her real bday is actually today.. so, HAPPY REAL BDAY JANE WONG!!!.. hahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ron, christine n i went hunting for jane's present.. we ended up at pavilion, ron's favourite shopping mall.. (after going to ampang's 'korean town'.. its a long story..) zr had this great idea for jane's bday present.. i cant tell u wat it is but it was difficult to find and takes time to get it done.. sigh.. so we had to find something else n i couldnt make up my mind on wat to buy for her! there were 5 things i had in mind.. so frustrating.. kept calling jl n zr to ask for their opinion.. finally bought a necklace and earring set.. its by Kenji... star shaped.. like cassiopeia.. *smile* the present was shared between ron, jinli, zhe rei, vinod, darsh n i....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, jl n zr couldnt come to the party but last min, they could.. so we decided to make it a surprise 4 jane.. jl calls me n i pretend tat she's crying on the phone but actually calls to tell tat they have arrived.. jane has to c im talking to jl with a worried expression on my face.. i walk away towards the stairs area.. (thank God jane was sitting beside me! if not, i'll b acting for no reason!).. ly tells jane tat jl is upset bout something when i walk away 'talking' to jl.. meanwhile, zr n jl are waiting at the 10th floor of the condo with a cake! i keep pretending im talking to jl n walks down 2 the 10th floor.. (im actually talking to nobody coz jl has already hung up.. imagine talking to nobody and acting anxious! lol...) jane n ly follows after me to find out wats wrong....... and.. SURPRISE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLPHIDrEwws&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLPHIDrEwws&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8766500631353515053?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8766500631353515053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8766500631353515053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8766500631353515053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8766500631353515053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/01/janes-bday.html' title='jane&apos;s bday'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-3227761373210462843</id><published>2009-01-05T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:35:05.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>i learned few stuff when i was talking to aunty linda and chrystal jie... at first, i didnt realise we were waiting for the rest to come in from music practice..  i was the only student in the class.. chrystal jie was asking me bout our pd trip n stuff.. she asked me bout the expectations i had for the trip n i said i had none.. i think she was surprised... is it because the fire tat is burning, but distinguishes after awhile tat caused me to hav no expectations?... because it never grows bigger? brighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this is wat i learned... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) dont hate the person.. hate the sin tat the person commits&lt;br /&gt;2) find a solution to ur prob.. dont juz continue saying, wat to do..wat to do..&lt;br /&gt;3) persevere&lt;br /&gt;4) ask God wat is ur gift n in wat area u can serve&lt;br /&gt;5) ask God to give u wisdom to solve probs when u r at a deadend&lt;br /&gt;6) have an expectation... it is something to look forward to.. a goal to achieve.. but wat if i get disappointed in the result n the ppl tat i trust?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3227761373210462843?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3227761373210462843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3227761373210462843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3227761373210462843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3227761373210462843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-4658246782168356980</id><published>2008-12-29T23:17:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:05:28.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YA PD trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;went port dickson on the 26th of dec with YA youth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjvDrDUZjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/gFeRGa48jSQ/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjvDrDUZjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/gFeRGa48jSQ/s320/DSC00713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285237009094567474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nope.. this was not part of the trip..&lt;br /&gt;foolin around while practicing 4 christmas dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so yeah.. we went to pd on the 26th of dec.. was really tired coz of the many activities before n during christmas.. the gals packed into the Serena (which the air-con rosak!!), driven by christine... n the guys sat in jonathans kelisa.. we gals were sweating from the heat... wow.. u dun know how we suffered, but the chong sisters were well prepared, bringing fans n ice cubes for all of us.. lazy to tell u wat we did with the ice cubes.. hahahahaa!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached there, n i had a headache which i think was due to the heat.. winnie n i slept while kenn, jotham n melissa went wondering around.. not too sure wat the others did.. woke up at 5pm n all of us went swimming at the pool.. not the dirty filthy beach.. next was dinner, praise n worship, prayer, games n chat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morn ; fried eggs, devotion by the beach, YA planning for 2009, lunch, cendol, back home.... started taking pics with my humble phone.... so here r the pics.. some r courtesy of christine ong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjyts8QZ-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/z9Ed0-IO8fE/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjyts8QZ-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/z9Ed0-IO8fE/s320/DSC00731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285241029691205602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hairstyle to avoid hair from slapping face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVju_HKjA7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/kg6VzyZ0Ibo/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVju_HKjA7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/kg6VzyZ0Ibo/s320/DSC00728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236930741732274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;melanie n i with 2 kepo at the back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjuu51lB1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/K7Scn40EsVk/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjuu51lB1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/K7Scn40EsVk/s320/DSC00994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236652286216018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kenn n sheryl eating supper..&lt;br /&gt;interested to know where sheryl bought hers?&lt;br /&gt;im not telling!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjujKROP-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/JIsObSa5Yrc/s1600-h/DSC01012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjujKROP-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/JIsObSa5Yrc/s320/DSC01012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236450538700770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playing Risk at nite.&lt;br /&gt;every1 doing diff things in this pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjub8VJhnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fJVzJ7acyPc/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjub8VJhnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fJVzJ7acyPc/s320/DSC01017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236326537987698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the beautiful egg tat i fried! (on the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjuYD48stI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0pgZ3ycNmu4/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjuYD48stI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0pgZ3ycNmu4/s320/DSC01019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236259847713490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;win-chan frying egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjuP5c2QSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/80jxzRpOyHw/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjuP5c2QSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/80jxzRpOyHw/s320/DSC01029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236119606542626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jotham n melissa leading devotion by the beach..&lt;br /&gt;great job guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjuIndu1gI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aCa9D_UYjGs/s1600-h/DSC01032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjuIndu1gI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aCa9D_UYjGs/s320/DSC01032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235994519328258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;during devotion..&lt;br /&gt;i love this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjuCmUCkPI/AAAAAAAAATw/MRUURl6UdCk/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjuCmUCkPI/AAAAAAAAATw/MRUURl6UdCk/s320/DSC01035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235891131027698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;writting personal stuff on sand..&lt;br /&gt;part of devotion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjt8rxp1wI/AAAAAAAAATo/MREyGdNE9U4/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjt8rxp1wI/AAAAAAAAATo/MREyGdNE9U4/s320/DSC01046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235789518198530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wheeeeee........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjt4qKnVSI/AAAAAAAAATg/dhDX9xvOxjo/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjt4qKnVSI/AAAAAAAAATg/dhDX9xvOxjo/s320/DSC01050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235720366544162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtyu1p9JI/AAAAAAAAATY/dk82JKxkuyw/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtyu1p9JI/AAAAAAAAATY/dk82JKxkuyw/s320/DSC01054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235618541597842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new way of gathering seaweed??&lt;br /&gt;seaweed soup anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtqUm1TxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/AC_3cKFv-Qk/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtqUm1TxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/AC_3cKFv-Qk/s320/DSC01055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235474061152018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new sudoku.. difficulty : insane&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtj1_ZnqI/AAAAAAAAATI/MqmsowtpDAk/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtj1_ZnqI/AAAAAAAAATI/MqmsowtpDAk/s320/DSC01059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235362763480738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a drawbridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtdo5MCaI/AAAAAAAAATA/k9XQG6QEMoI/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtdo5MCaI/AAAAAAAAATA/k9XQG6QEMoI/s320/DSC01058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235256168548770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lady Winnie's 18th century tower/castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtQm3tFiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/2Rh7zG-uZBg/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtQm3tFiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/2Rh7zG-uZBg/s320/DSC01065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235032287155746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;melissa, jotham, kenn, winnie at the swimming pool..&lt;br /&gt;this pic looks like a scene from The Sims.. hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtAZp7W3I/AAAAAAAAASw/RGCYrjVno8s/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjtAZp7W3I/AAAAAAAAASw/RGCYrjVno8s/s320/DSC00766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285234753861802866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cendol....cendol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjs62V-N2I/AAAAAAAAASo/Ow_ieYeJmno/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjs62V-N2I/AAAAAAAAASo/Ow_ieYeJmno/s320/DSC00760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285234658483517282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;peekaboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjsoXVts2I/AAAAAAAAASY/wtAR8aW8oNA/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjsoXVts2I/AAAAAAAAASY/wtAR8aW8oNA/s320/DSC01080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285234340923290466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;posing at the cendol stall..&lt;br /&gt;love this pic too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjseKlOOrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Wn0wQQqQfgQ/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjseKlOOrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Wn0wQQqQfgQ/s320/DSC01085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285234165699984050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the way home at the back of the Serena..&lt;br /&gt;check out my hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjsQiG-IsI/AAAAAAAAASI/uMfdJU4Q_sQ/s1600-h/DSC01093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjsQiG-IsI/AAAAAAAAASI/uMfdJU4Q_sQ/s320/DSC01093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233931497382594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is wat u call smilling with ur eyes!&lt;br /&gt;right sheryl? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjsGJBsQKI/AAAAAAAAASA/36U6ls3walU/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjsGJBsQKI/AAAAAAAAASA/36U6ls3walU/s320/DSC01099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233752965660834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a lil too much wind in the hair?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjr8m-6NqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/luDYAnRjbe4/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjr8m-6NqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/luDYAnRjbe4/s320/DSC01100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233589208364706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this position gave me a stiff neck n shoulder the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjrrZqhRwI/AAAAAAAAARw/Of95cl4wRS0/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjrrZqhRwI/AAAAAAAAARw/Of95cl4wRS0/s320/DSC01109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233293575407362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last pic of the trip.. tired but still happy nevertheless!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-4658246782168356980?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/4658246782168356980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=4658246782168356980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4658246782168356980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4658246782168356980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/ya-pd-trip.html' title='YA PD trip'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjvDrDUZjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/gFeRGa48jSQ/s72-c/DSC00713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-2998836293370214343</id><published>2008-12-29T23:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:27:56.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carolling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;went carolling on the 20th of dec..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVj6WsE_b_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/YOyRHd44E0U/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVj6WsE_b_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/YOyRHd44E0U/s320/DSC00988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285249430415437810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im really sure most of u all hav not met my twin sister?! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjo759UHjI/AAAAAAAAARo/BnsiB7yfMUU/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjo759UHjI/AAAAAAAAARo/BnsiB7yfMUU/s320/DSC00663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285230278587194930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me presenting u a pretty christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;bad lighting.....ggrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjooHT20AI/AAAAAAAAARg/SPrGu2K1JP8/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjooHT20AI/AAAAAAAAARg/SPrGu2K1JP8/s320/DSC00664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285229938574020610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;snow man made by the rajin tuan rumah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjobcq_eGI/AAAAAAAAARY/trkXHTRqq7M/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjobcq_eGI/AAAAAAAAARY/trkXHTRqq7M/s320/DSC00671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285229720969902178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chris n i invading cheong peng's room without permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjoSDUCSpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yKjFyJ2WrSM/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVjoSDUCSpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yKjFyJ2WrSM/s320/DSC00673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285229559543909010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n we found a songkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-2998836293370214343?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/2998836293370214343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=2998836293370214343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2998836293370214343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2998836293370214343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/carolling.html' title='carolling'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SVj6WsE_b_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/YOyRHd44E0U/s72-c/DSC00988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-9187285610957404129</id><published>2008-12-19T02:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:49:20.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZl8fk_UI/AAAAAAAAARI/P37t1Gr7GjM/s1600-h/comic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZl8fk_UI/AAAAAAAAARI/P37t1Gr7GjM/s320/comic.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281202390218112322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;comic strip done by jane wong!&lt;br /&gt;look at all our funny faces!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZfF8Gy5I/AAAAAAAAARA/BPMeOx_K01o/s1600-h/08.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZfF8Gy5I/AAAAAAAAARA/BPMeOx_K01o/s320/08.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281202272494603154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZacD5eQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vKZiTUQCP0E/s1600-h/07.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZacD5eQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vKZiTUQCP0E/s320/07.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281202192533518594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at jane's sexy pose, leaning on me! wakakkaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZUhB0NBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vxpwyTA4JsQ/s1600-h/06.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZUhB0NBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vxpwyTA4JsQ/s320/06.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281202090787746834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 3 jae joong lovers all in white! great minds think alike!&lt;br /&gt;or in this case, great rivals!! ggrrrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZOz9Yz1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xDkLXJHBy4A/s1600-h/05.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZOz9Yz1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xDkLXJHBy4A/s320/05.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281201992790232914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;white christmas for 1u this year.. stage looks nice..&lt;br /&gt;but other than tat.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZKSaKFRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hCYZH44HGpM/s1600-h/03.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZKSaKFRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hCYZH44HGpM/s320/03.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281201915064620306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zhe rei, a few cm of lee yee's face, jane, n me in the background!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZENy35TI/AAAAAAAAAQY/632X_T4KzGI/s1600-h/01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZENy35TI/AAAAAAAAAQY/632X_T4KzGI/s320/01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281201810746893618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the karaoke.. pic taken by the kind guy..&lt;br /&gt;fyi, zr is in the middle coz it was her bday.. if not, tat spot belongs to me!!&lt;br /&gt;*shoves zr out of the way!!!*&lt;br /&gt;i sound like i really lack attention rite? wakakakkaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and credits to JANE WONG TSUI PING for the vids n pics!! *muacks!!*  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-9187285610957404129?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/9187285610957404129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=9187285610957404129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/9187285610957404129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/9187285610957404129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/pics_19.html' title='pics'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUqZl8fk_UI/AAAAAAAAARI/P37t1Gr7GjM/s72-c/comic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-3676408842716864130</id><published>2008-12-19T02:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:02:13.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls day out( 2 weeks ago)</title><content type='html'>this is the mv of the dong bang gang, embarrassing ourselves with our voices n kayu-ness in dancing.. n during the 1st song 'tonight' i was still acting emo.. part of the act for zr's bday.. tats y im juz sitting 1 corner while the rest sang their hearts n lungs out!! ( i din really know the 'nobody' dance and during 'never had a dream come true', it was too dark to c anyone properly!! esp me!! y oh y dint we geniuses turn on the lights?!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_jcm1LE6Cs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_jcm1LE6Cs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is a vid of zhe rei opening her bday present tat we had gotten ready 1 month ago, tat i was talkin about in the previous post!! i think she really liked it!! heheheheheee..... happy bday zhe rei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAo3mVctLJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAo3mVctLJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3676408842716864130?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3676408842716864130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3676408842716864130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3676408842716864130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3676408842716864130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-day-out.html' title='girls day out( 2 weeks ago)'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-2909192371718100149</id><published>2008-12-17T22:19:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:09:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkO0fWpZBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Dr59XEPWMt4/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkO0fWpZBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Dr59XEPWMt4/s320/DSC00942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280768333001090066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orange with choc.... delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkOd1IoypI/AAAAAAAAAQI/o-cnMGDsjbo/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkOd1IoypI/AAAAAAAAAQI/o-cnMGDsjbo/s320/DSC00944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280767943710919314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wats this?? artistic painting? nope.. its my 1st ever tiramisu cake!!&lt;br /&gt;so artistic leh the design.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the following pictures r the weird happenings among the youth of life assembly.. same face, diff body? diff body same face? same face diff style? u hav been warned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkOUgrCGaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Cjwt9dwDPHQ/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkOUgrCGaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Cjwt9dwDPHQ/s320/DSC00945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280767783599217058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frankenstein's long lost bro... (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkOMh9EqjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wwU1ySFHxTo/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkOMh9EqjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wwU1ySFHxTo/s320/DSC00947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280767646504364594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yo yo yo... wassup (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkNi-t3rmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gDt2Vs05Yyg/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkNi-t3rmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gDt2Vs05Yyg/s320/DSC00949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280766932670721634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; result of sunbathing for too long.... (christine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkNI5VBi5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/4BMku642C2o/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkNI5VBi5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/4BMku642C2o/s320/DSC00950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280766484547734418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a sporting transvestite posing 4 pic.. (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkL51aaMXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9Smo3bNpwdI/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkL51aaMXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9Smo3bNpwdI/s320/DSC00958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280765126286913906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;idolizing john trovolta.. saturday nite fever (christine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLxLr3egI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vN_lo182myc/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLxLr3egI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vN_lo182myc/s320/DSC00959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280764977646893570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dunno y this pic looks so sad..&lt;br /&gt;sad looking bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLbSt_9wI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jWK7LVOAAno/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLbSt_9wI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jWK7LVOAAno/s320/DSC00962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280764601577764610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ppl with weird sense of fashion...&lt;br /&gt;n hairstyle (person on d left).... n face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLWEmarNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Yu0DbFzJ3y4/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLWEmarNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Yu0DbFzJ3y4/s320/DSC00963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280764511888518354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pregnant underaged girl n intelectual tiger with specs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLQoqrtlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-mFV0yWoOTc/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLQoqrtlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-mFV0yWoOTc/s320/DSC00965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280764418490873426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;red haired guy with polka dot hat n tie giving briefing bout the play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLMkHxiSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZG5bPp9kesY/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLMkHxiSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZG5bPp9kesY/s320/DSC00967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280764348551235874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;samurai/gypsy/old aunty inn keeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLFdw8PCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EKcbB2Uxcfc/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLFdw8PCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EKcbB2Uxcfc/s320/DSC00972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280764226585771042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;terrorist, 'angel', malay aunty, 18 months pregnant girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLArWmzLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x-bsgcVtAb8/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkLArWmzLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x-bsgcVtAb8/s320/DSC00973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280764144334064818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;posing with the crazy clowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkK8fQqLDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1kKQIXpScBo/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkK8fQqLDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1kKQIXpScBo/s320/DSC00975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280764072368417842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me n melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkK3vyFlzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/DNLJv5oB4ZA/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkK3vyFlzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/DNLJv5oB4ZA/s320/DSC00976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280763990904248114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me with madeline n jamie... lov them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-2909192371718100149?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/2909192371718100149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=2909192371718100149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2909192371718100149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2909192371718100149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/weird-happenings.html' title='weird happenings'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SUkO0fWpZBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Dr59XEPWMt4/s72-c/DSC00942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-589595903743420741</id><published>2008-12-16T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:03:07.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAM</title><content type='html'>yes... my final exam is in juz a few hours n here i m blogging.. y? coz im a little stressed out n need to emo here 4 a while.. lol.. was really busy with christmas stuff.. or rather, i made myself busy.. kept thinking bout our dance n kept wanting to search (copy) for new n cool dance moves.. i couldnt concentrate at all... i studied like crazy the whole day 2day but i think now also i 4got wat i raed in the 1st chapter.. =.=" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the great thing is, i tot moral was on thursday but its actually really on wednesday!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! i tot i will hav time to study on wed for moral but looks like my hope is all gone.. its really my fault actually.. SIGH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lunch with ron, tylow n christine 2day... was a fun lunch but no time to elaborate.. at least tat got my mind off my stress of exams for a while... eventhough its juz 2 subjects tat im sitting for, i still wanna get the best result... yea yea yea.. im really kiasu... but in better terms, competitive.. which is good rite?? oh GOD, please hav mercy on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-589595903743420741?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/589595903743420741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=589595903743420741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/589595903743420741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/589595903743420741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/exam.html' title='EXAM'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-241714635941793062</id><published>2008-12-11T13:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:07:55.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oopss</title><content type='html'>i juz realised.. i supposed to b studying rite now!! finals next week!! eventhough its LAN subjects but still......its n exam!!! my momentum to study died so so long ago... sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-241714635941793062?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/241714635941793062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=241714635941793062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/241714635941793062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/241714635941793062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/oopss.html' title='oopss'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-3978555547711754857</id><published>2008-12-11T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:12:50.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playin</title><content type='html'>hung out with ron last nite...AGAIN... supposed 2 eat french toast with him AGAIN for lunch but i juz did with my mom.. so too bad.. yea.. so last nite, christine n ron came early to my restaurant to 'pick me up'.... the italian boss n this malay guy who works there really like chinese girls.. n yeah.. christine is pretty too.. b4 i went out to meet them, the malay guy ask, 'eh...tat girl ur fren ah? how old is she?'.. i juz laughed n walked out..lol.. dun wanna giv christine more trouble.. wakakakakaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, we wanted 2 go to station1 (juz next door to where i work) but there was a live band tat nite which made talking impossible.. so we headed to prince cafe instead.. chris's curfew was 12am.. we didnt hang out enough so they wanted 2 play risk at my house.. but played monopoly in chris's house instead.. (i won risk 3 days ago when i played with ron, chris n jl..my 1st ever win!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feelin hungry so kind christine fried omelette 4 me.. she asked me if i ate carbon coz the egg was burnt!! wakakakaa.. (should hav taken a pic of it!).. we played till 2am.. i was really tired till i moved the wrong..wat do u call it.. pieces?.. yeah.. i moved ron's n chris's pieces instead of mine n couldnt even do simple math.. in the end, ron won n chris bankrupt! chris lost again! she usually very geng at these kinda games wan...hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. it was a fun nite out.. :)   ...dun think we're hanging out 2nite or 2moro  coz ron has a date... but looking forward 2 monday lunch!! *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3978555547711754857?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3978555547711754857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3978555547711754857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3978555547711754857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3978555547711754857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/playin.html' title='playin'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-8198165179664094579</id><published>2008-12-10T01:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:19:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping</title><content type='html'>christmas is nearing! yay!!.. i love this time of the year.. step into malls n u can already feel the jolly n joyful mood of christmas in full swing!! the deco, cheerful carols being played, wonderful chocs being sold!.. aahhhh.. simply splendid!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n of course, who can miss out the shopping? i juz went shopping 2day with ron nard at the gardens/midvalley.. i bought 3 tops tat im satisfied with n 1 was chosen by ron (he feels really proud of it)...i was so happy after buying them.. went to his house n later met up with vinod at station1.. it was a pleasant evening till..... now.. mood n mind changed.. i kept thinking, hav i overspent? the amount spent may be not much 4 some/most ppl (tats y im not stating it) but its really alot for me! i dun usually spend so much on clothes.. my mom works so hard n she seldom spends money on herself n here i m spending on myself.. i feel so selfish n ungrateful.. so i used most of my money instead of using the money she gav me.. its totally not ron's fault. i wanted 2 buy them anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom said if i wanna spend, i should work more.. i m already working but im gonna stop soon.. i really dislike working.. when my frens wanna hang out or do some fun stuff, i hav to work.. feel so left out.. there r other things i dislike bout workin at my current place but i think i shouldnt say it out.. it would b really mean since i dunno the real truth.. i guess this is wat ppl call the working life/real world.. im gonna stop workin soon since my final exams r coming n hav lots of stuff to do 4 christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been hanging out with ron a lot lately.. practically almost everyday.. i tell him some stuff n he tells me some stuff too.. its nice to tell someone bout the things tat trouble u or things where others would laugh or make fun of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wats the point of this post? well.. juz to say im feeling really guilty now.. sigh.. wanted 2 buy christmas presents 4 my family n close frens but i change my mind now.. should spend less starting this minute n b really kiamsiap with myself.. m i being too much? i dunno.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8198165179664094579?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8198165179664094579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8198165179664094579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8198165179664094579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8198165179664094579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping.html' title='shopping'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-6197415218449185796</id><published>2008-12-08T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:23:37.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/ST1I_nJKUaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TgYu9yaMgNQ/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/ST1I_nJKUaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TgYu9yaMgNQ/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277454596024455586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on my bday with the gang at 1u..&lt;br /&gt;im holding my bday present, 'new moon' book!!&lt;br /&gt;btw, this was the pic used 4 zr's bday present.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/ST1C28qTNhI/AAAAAAAAAOI/v58fWVjJj_g/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/ST1C28qTNhI/AAAAAAAAAOI/v58fWVjJj_g/s320/DSC00936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277447850112005650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, hui yi n wen jing during christmas bazaar in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;lazy to tell wat happened.. gonna b a long long post if i did tat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/ST1Cun-XwmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nR5APNciCUo/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/ST1Cun-XwmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nR5APNciCUo/s320/DSC00939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277447707120091746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with christine's hat in her room while practicing 4 our christmas dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/ST1CpMVKNSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TNZ1-_p5JjQ/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/ST1CpMVKNSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TNZ1-_p5JjQ/s320/DSC00940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277447613800133922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/ST1CY_JgyuI/AAAAAAAAANw/OtPx9cIqvyU/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/ST1CY_JgyuI/AAAAAAAAANw/OtPx9cIqvyU/s320/DSC00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277447335383714530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last year's 1utama christmas deco, nutcracker theme..&lt;br /&gt;much much more nicer n christmasier than this years one!!&lt;br /&gt;n look at the boys in the red sock on stage... so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-6197415218449185796?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/6197415218449185796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=6197415218449185796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6197415218449185796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6197415218449185796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/ST1I_nJKUaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TgYu9yaMgNQ/s72-c/IMG_1420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-8181688047165201709</id><published>2008-12-08T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:07:00.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zhe rei bday/karaoke/twilight</title><content type='html'>6 Dec 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started the day with jane n i meeting at jin li's(jl) house to refresh our plan on surprising zhe rei (zr) at the karaoke... i was supposed to act emo but i was so hyper coz we were going 2 finally watch twilight!! when discussing the plan, kept side tracking n suddenly, zr n lee yee(ly) arrived.. i kept smiling but once i stepped out the door to zr's car, i put on my emo face.. wakakakakaa... the whole journey to 1u, i kept silent n answered 1 word answers... i felt weird.. i admit i was feeling emo these few days though i dunno y, but i was so excited tat day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to karaoke coz we were late.. the plan was, after eating, ly pretend to go to toilet n uses it 4 a long time... the emo me wants to go toilet when ly was using it, but goes to the toilet at the floor below n jl temans me but once out of the karaoke, we go to secret recipe to buy her cake, come back n surprise her.. cut the long story short, zr was surprised.. jane took a vid of the thing.. hope to upload it soon.. the vid explains more n zr's present was a cup with a pic of us with dong bang(kindly n 'professionaly' photoshoped by jane) printed on it, n a poem with dong bang song titles, hand written, composed by us, the geniuses.. i think she was really shocked, pleased, content n ecstatic with the present.. the cup was jl's idea.. really happy tat zr liked it n our plan worked!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n btw, we paid RM37 PER PERSON 4 the freakin karaoke all becoz it was 'happy hour'!! the food really sucked.. was not satisfied with it at all.. but the best thing was, we enjoyed our selves n did a little dancing while singing.. jane has the vid. hope she uploads them soon! *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was twilight.. we had 1 n a half hours 2 lepak b4 the movie started.. so......wat other ways to pass the time fruitfully than to camwhore! therefore, we proceeded to the ground floor to take pics with the christmas deco.. i felt the deco is not tat remarkable compared to last years one.. i prefer this years deco at 'the curve'.. much more christmasy.. we ended up asking ppl 2 help us take pics.. 1st time i feel the friendliness n helpfulness of malaysians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to twilight, it was dissapointing!! it was boring in the beggining n i feel bella a bit kayu in her acting... edward is not tat hot as described in the book but he played his character better.. to b honest, i think no1 can act as edward! our imagination too high standard! XD .... alice was ok, jasper is cute but his hair is freakin weird, emmet is not buff enough, rosalie supposed to b the prettiest person in the world, but i understand those r really big shoes to fill, so she's forgiven, esme is really pretty..expected her to look more motherly, dr. cullen was hotter than i thougt!, mike was a little chubby, jacob's hair is too long n he's a little too dark.. looks better in real life.., james was cute.. played his character really well n so did victoria.., n how come eric was n asian guy? lol.. i expected jessica to b more of the cheerleading girl type n she looks like she had plastic surgery in a few areas of her body.. angela was a bit too thin n talkative.. n tyler is black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la.. enough bout twilight.. this post is getting too long.. might b boring ade... wanted to complain more bout twilight but nvm la.. conclusion, i enjoyed saturday very very much! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8181688047165201709?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8181688047165201709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8181688047165201709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8181688047165201709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8181688047165201709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/zhe-rei-bdaykaraoketwilight.html' title='zhe rei bday/karaoke/twilight'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-2964679792671399688</id><published>2008-12-02T21:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:30:00.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom (sort of) pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU3Yx7lYsI/AAAAAAAAANo/sbLiLN9jNzo/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU3Yx7lYsI/AAAAAAAAANo/sbLiLN9jNzo/s320/DSC00915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275183437394043586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU3NfdKCjI/AAAAAAAAANY/gikDU4wAa04/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU3NfdKCjI/AAAAAAAAANY/gikDU4wAa04/s320/DSC00920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275183243456023090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me with jane's 'glasses'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU3BAcyLFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZdT2f6fj5p4/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU3BAcyLFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZdT2f6fj5p4/s320/DSC00907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275183028974529618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pris, me n betty&lt;br /&gt;i look so pinkish here.. thanks to the lighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU24permYI/AAAAAAAAANI/vSgEZNMU5vA/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU24permYI/AAAAAAAAANI/vSgEZNMU5vA/s320/DSC00912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275182885369518466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me n aaron.. bad lighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU2tFu0ZbI/AAAAAAAAANA/KuYb8YqYo9c/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU2tFu0ZbI/AAAAAAAAANA/KuYb8YqYo9c/s320/DSC00914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275182686794966450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;azlan n i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU2i8_oRuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PGEwZBz3Ay8/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU2i8_oRuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PGEwZBz3Ay8/s320/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275182512650864354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after the prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU2VlADafI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Sb6RhqdmjWc/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU2VlADafI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Sb6RhqdmjWc/s320/DSC00910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275182282871892466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU1Mrr4XqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WuAIldebHUQ/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU1Mrr4XqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WuAIldebHUQ/s320/DSC00909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275181030535880354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-2964679792671399688?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/2964679792671399688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=2964679792671399688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2964679792671399688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2964679792671399688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/prom-sort-of-pics.html' title='prom (sort of) pics'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU3Yx7lYsI/AAAAAAAAANo/sbLiLN9jNzo/s72-c/DSC00915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-3155510924931569989</id><published>2008-12-02T20:52:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:48:48.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a few of the pics here are really really old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU0EaPqJPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BmRVQkUADf8/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU0EaPqJPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BmRVQkUADf8/s320/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275179788903523570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pris, betty n i during the hari raya buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUyShB3gBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/mrJjoMNo78w/s1600-h/Photo0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUyShB3gBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/mrJjoMNo78w/s320/Photo0829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275177832219639826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i cooked the pasta.. during our dong bang dinner gathering&lt;br /&gt;looks really delicious rite? well... it was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUyM-C75mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Q74sq3zS_1M/s1600-h/Photo0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUyM-C75mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Q74sq3zS_1M/s320/Photo0231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275177736929535586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was once crazy over prince caspian from narnia..not anymore&lt;br /&gt;soon 2 b EXTRA crazy over edward from twilight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUyDoV6wZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lij83bYYhrE/s1600-h/Photo0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUyDoV6wZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lij83bYYhrE/s320/Photo0229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275177576484749714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;posing on the throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUx1la8kgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gC2PRmItR2k/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUx1la8kgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gC2PRmItR2k/s320/Image065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275177335182365186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at daorae.. so full after eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUxuE3fSlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AuUm-_XEGm0/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUxuE3fSlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AuUm-_XEGm0/s320/Image063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275177206184626770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flipping thru the menu&lt;br /&gt;hope i dont choose some live squid or bbq dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUxTS23IlI/AAAAAAAAALo/Zc9VxWN1Ykk/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUxTS23IlI/AAAAAAAAALo/Zc9VxWN1Ykk/s320/DSC00880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275176746083623506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at pasta mania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUxKrn7hCI/AAAAAAAAALg/04fLQTswtnw/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUxKrn7hCI/AAAAAAAAALg/04fLQTswtnw/s320/DSC00836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275176598113059874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;face after plastic surgery? gasp!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, looks so yeng leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUw0sxOtOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RCtrPHEHzdk/s1600-h/DSC00714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUw0sxOtOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RCtrPHEHzdk/s320/DSC00714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275176220463379682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my lil Pennette! i taught her how to pose 4 pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUwLfREAGI/AAAAAAAAALI/o8XF4PqLrnQ/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUwLfREAGI/AAAAAAAAALI/o8XF4PqLrnQ/s320/DSC00713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275175512464162914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last day of fnb practical..&lt;br /&gt;enthusiastically throwing rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUv8T-bURI/AAAAAAAAALA/dw4lbI1efIs/s1600-h/DSC00630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUv8T-bURI/AAAAAAAAALA/dw4lbI1efIs/s320/DSC00630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275175251735171346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gotong royong in church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUvwMxKhNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FWNDGhgT7Eo/s1600-h/080904_150906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STUvwMxKhNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FWNDGhgT7Eo/s320/080904_150906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275175043642066130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playin with leftover buns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3155510924931569989?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3155510924931569989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3155510924931569989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3155510924931569989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3155510924931569989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-pics.html' title='some pics'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/STU0EaPqJPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BmRVQkUADf8/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-94320720013715219</id><published>2008-12-01T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:06:55.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Prom was on friday(28 nov).. this prom was also a dinner 4 the graduates.. hav been really busy preparing n being nervous, anxious, n scared for it since im the mc with my fren.. not to mention im working at nite which contributes to the stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prom was in the grand ballroom of legend hotel.. on tues, 25th nov, we went there 2 hav a rehearsal.. the moment i saw the stage, i was freaking out!!.. it was so huge! there's nowhere for me to hide from the view of every1! the rehearsal was really messy.. it was supposed to b a full rehearsal, as though it was the real prom, but we were playing n messing around n others kept kacau-ing when my fren n i were trying to do our mc stuff n introduce the vip..etc..(vip includes hotel manager of legend hotel, grand seasons hotel as well as other hotel ppl.. gulp.. O.o) . on thursday, went coll to rehearse.. n again, it was not a good rehearsal.. we juz read our script infront of the lecturers n head of college.. Chef maria n Chef Atira were really helpful though.. they were in charge of us.. im really greatful to them coz they encouraged us n were fun 2 hav around.. after i went home, i fell sick.. fever n constantly felt like vomiting.. i think it was because of the nervousness n stress to do well 4 the prom.. i went to work tat nite anyway.. thank God i managed to pull thru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped the final rehearsal on fri morn.. decided to take a proper rest n get well.. went to coll at 4pm (prom starts at 7).. met up with my co-mc to practice, met chef maria to go thru the events 4 the nite n ms linda helped me with make up.. i dun know how to make up AT ALL... she did a really good job with the short time tat she had... hehehee...*blush*.. on the way to the ballroom, i was feeling really cold n my heart was thumping n thundering! we had to meet with the head of fnb 4 tat nite 2 coordinate the time of when the food will b served n when we were supposed to talk..etc.. i never thought bout this when i took the mc-ing job.. i tot mc juz talk n introduce the next event.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people started arriving.. the ballroom was starting to get filled up.. then last min, the probs came pouring in.. no bowl 4 lucky draw lots, vip is late (which im thankfull so tat we can start later, thus more time to calm down.. but i didnt calm down at all), n the worst, the band(1st performance) was stuck in a jam!! dj was also 1 hour late.. then when the band had arrived n we introduced them, there was problem with the sound.. when dj arrived, no cable to pluck his laptop! a dance performance was suddenly canceled.. prob after prob!.. i was running here n there, making sure the people were ready 4 the next event on the agenda.. really hectic.. my fren told a joke to stall time but no1 laughed!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the numerous probs, it was fun n a really good experience.. i had no time to take pics with my frens.. only took pics after the prom was over n i camwhored a little when i reached back home.. :D i cant upload the pics onto the comp.. got some prob with the cable! lol.. where did i hear tat line b4? *roles eyes*... will try other methods to do so.. all glory goes to God 4 helping me thru this tough n interesting nite... :)&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/6312291361716819402-94320720013715219?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/94320720013715219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=94320720013715219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/94320720013715219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/94320720013715219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/12/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-4963767775583410428</id><published>2008-11-16T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:20:27.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free?</title><content type='html'>im currently going 2 b free 4 the next 2 weeks n hav been replacing classes these past few weeks... y? lecturer going overseas.. her husband passed away in the beggining of the sem n she's going overseas to visit her relatives? dunno la..  im gonna b free!! hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my college is gonna hav a prom nite.. at 1st, i din know its open to all students.. tot it was 4 the seniors only.. turns out, we juniors were persuaded (forced) to go as well though none of my frens n i feel like going.. n now, i was approached to b the mc for the prom with another fren.. wow.. ive never done it b4.. sounds interesting.. but the thing i really dislike bout the prom is the theme, 'retro'.. as in the 70's - 80's look.. sigh.. i dun really like the retro look n hav nothing tat suits tat theme.. i saw this black sequined dress (looks kinda disco-ish) while i was out with my frens at times square.. really nice.. not sure if its retro. but the point is, i really LOVE it!.. the only drawback is tat its a little short.. mayb i can wear leggings so tat i wont expose anything if i accidentally drop something n hav 2 pick it up? leggings r retro rite?. aww.. come on..... trying to get excuses to buy the dress here!!... the reason i hav not already snatched it from the shop is tat i juz bought a dress few months ago but its totally not retro... sigh.. so to look retro, i was actually looking out for afro wigs.. there were so many colours to choose from. was tempted to try it on but my frens were already trying to avoid me once i got near it.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been raining lately n i hav not been exercising much.. so chris n i decided to go swimming on saturday morning.. was so semangat the nite b4.. but when sat morn came, dumm dumm dummmm.. it was raining... therefore, we decided to wait till it stops n the sun to come out.. it was really cold.. if u know our house, its really really cold esp after it rains.. few hours later, it stopped raining n there was a few peeks of sunrays... it didnt stop the semangat-ed girls from experimenting if they would turn into ice cubes once they step into the pool.. so...SPLASH.. into the pool we went.. n it was cold!! both of us dont know how 2 swim so we tried to teach ourselves.. after our great effort, i managed to swim 3 metres!!! woohoooo!! we were starting to feel really cold.. so, b4 we become permanent goddess-like sculptures to decorate the swimming pool, we decided to return home.. i think i kena hypothermia.. was wearing long treaksuit pants n turtle neck top to sleep last nite, bundled up in the blanket like a cocoon n yet, i was shivering cold..., while my mom, wearing a sleeveless top was not even feeling cold..  till 2day, this very minute, i feel cold even when my mom n sis complains its really warm in the house.. when will this wear off i wonder?... i didnt feel this bad when i was swimming with melissa at 11pm+ last time... so much 4 my semangat to go swimming.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-4963767775583410428?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/4963767775583410428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=4963767775583410428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4963767775583410428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4963767775583410428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/11/free.html' title='free?'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-6320116791333727278</id><published>2008-11-04T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:54:08.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tvfxq</title><content type='html'>wanna blog bout few things but i know if i wanna write all tat is in my mind, it will take till 2moro morning!! seriously.. sigh.. but this is wats in my head tat i wanna blog about. mayb next time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday(31st oct) = had dong bang gang gathering in jane's house.. really sad news from jin li&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;saturday(1st nov) = replacement class from 9-3&lt;br /&gt;                                = skiped ben's open house 4 mr chins dinner!! but it was 2 teman mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday(2nd nov) = church in the morning&lt;br /&gt;                               = watched movie with christine after church.. met joel khoo, n old fren&lt;br /&gt;                                                            = went dao rae(korean rest.) with mom n sis 4 dinner..was really full.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    n had a complimentary dish from the kind korean owner.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday(4th nov) = had m'sian studies test..was not feeling 2 good the nite b4 so din really study&lt;br /&gt;                               = went christines house n watched dark knight..&lt;br /&gt;                               = came back home, watched antm c10, cooked dinner n still dont feel 2 good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SRBhX2MjE9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/_WU-uK52O7I/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SRBhX2MjE9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/_WU-uK52O7I/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264815026709140434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my keychain from jin li..&lt;br /&gt;really meaningfulll n will treasure it! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SRBhUMNkVEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/csd1oQFf34o/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SRBhUMNkVEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/csd1oQFf34o/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264814963899520066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;represents the 5 of us n the 5 of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-6320116791333727278?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/6320116791333727278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=6320116791333727278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6320116791333727278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6320116791333727278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/11/tvfxq.html' title='tvfxq'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SRBhX2MjE9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/_WU-uK52O7I/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-8763789861967089026</id><published>2008-10-30T22:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:53:17.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading</title><content type='html'>hav not been on9-ing n blogging in a while coz hav been busy reading the books my sis n i bought.. hehehehe.. finish reading 'a christmas carol' by charles dickens and now im reading 'my story' by lewis hamilton, a mclaren mercedes formula 1 driver.. yes.. im a f1 fan, but im not into the technical stuff like how many cylinders does the car hav, this suspension n tat.. i juz like the sport.. i remember saying to my bro last time, 'wats so interesting bout watching cars going round n round so many times?'.. i laugh at myself for saying tat coz now, i love f1!! i try to watch as many races as possible n actually wanted 2 go 2 singapore 2 watch the first ever nite race, live but i couldnt... sigh.. the tickets also so mahal.. in $$ summor.. not RM.. i tot can go to some tall building to watch the race illigaly in Sg or panjat some pokok kelapa in johor n use binoculars 2 watch.. not bad rite my ideas? XD ... anyway.. back to the reason im writing this post, bout lewis hamilton's book!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQnEquPLZvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/g3ICdoG14vU/s1600-h/lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQnEquPLZvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/g3ICdoG14vU/s320/lewis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262953877804377842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lewis hamilton n his book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i was leaving the mph warehouse sale, after paying for the books we bought, n i stumbled across this stack of lewis hamilton's book.. i paused.. should i get it? it was only rm15!. im a ferrari fan n this is lewis hamilton from mclaren mercedes, ferrari's no.1 rival!!! but i m really interested in reading his story... hate to admit it but his rookie year in f1 was really impresive n his book was in the newpapers n on tv too.. sigh.. i was really stuck.. i finally decided to grab the book n pay 4 it.. n im really glad i did buy it coz its interesting.. to me laa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQnS5LJzO9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Tr6fX-eqFmg/s1600-h/lewis_hamilton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQnS5LJzO9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Tr6fX-eqFmg/s320/lewis_hamilton1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262969519247408082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lewis hamilton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with his car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;after reading the book, i admire him even more.. not admire as in like him, but admire his spirit n the way he handles the ups n downs in life.. i didn't know f1 was a really tough n demanding sport.. the drivers make it look so easy.. n in order to make it to f1, u hav to go thru so many stages n championships.. n money is another big factor.. also, u hav 2 b really fit.. physically n mentally.. even ur mood will affect ur driving.. the jet lag which u will get every week from the frequent travelling n adapting to diff weather n food.. while driving, if u even loose concentration for a few seconds, u may crash or something.. 1 second really makes a HUMUGOUS difference in f1.. i even read tat drivers loose up to 2kg after every race.. wat a way to loose weight!! so where can i sign up 2 be a f1 driver?? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know tat lewis's parents were divorced when he was 2 years old.. his father married again n his stepmom gav birth 2 his half bro, nicholas, 7 years younger than him.. according to him, he has the greatest stepmom ever.. he loves his bro very much too.. his bro is diagnosed with celebral palsy n is his greatest motivation when he's feeling down.. at the young age of 10, he signed a contract with mclaren mercedes who sponsored his racing career.. when i was 10, strd 4, i dun think im even close to wat he has achieved.. our level of maturity must hav been a massive diff!! he was also faced with emense pressure to perform well.. many ppl disliked him because they were jealous of his talent n also of the contract he had with mclaren at such a young age.. i can also say he's a family man coz he writes bout his father alot.. his father sacrificed alot for him n was his manager n motivator.. he picked up karate coz ppl at skool were bulying him.. to think tat he's only 23 years old this year.. same age as my sis! n how much has he gone thru.. really amazed n awed.. wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read tat he's a really humble person.. hope he keeps tat attitude even with all the fat paychecks tat he's getting into his overflowing bank account! n even after i read bout him, im still no doubt currently a ferrari n kimi fan(though i prefer lewis's personality to kimi's).. go ferrari!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQnUMxKkjAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/csPmLZBpHlQ/s1600-h/Kimi_Raikkonen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQnUMxKkjAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/csPmLZBpHlQ/s320/Kimi_Raikkonen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970955380329474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimi raikkonen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQnUsFe3T-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ogT6jbzixFc/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQnUsFe3T-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ogT6jbzixFc/s320/DSC00333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262971493410099170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a ferrari f1 car at midvalley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but overall, my no.1 driver is still the legendary 7 times world champion michael schumacher.. would love to hav seen lewis up against michael!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQnUUdWi5VI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KNag89vIgAg/s1600-h/michael_schumacher1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQnUUdWi5VI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KNag89vIgAg/s320/michael_schumacher1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262971087500797266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;michael schumacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n if i were to continue bout schumacher, i think it'll b a very very very very long post.. so i'll juz stop here..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-8763789861967089026?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/8763789861967089026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=8763789861967089026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8763789861967089026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/8763789861967089026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading.html' title='reading'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQnEquPLZvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/g3ICdoG14vU/s72-c/lewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-6741685603797743815</id><published>2008-10-27T18:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:26:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mph warehouse sale!!</title><content type='html'>was tired from the singapore trip.. awaken to the sound of my phone vibrating.. it was a msg from christine saying wanna come my house pass me some $$.. so of course i woke up!! $_$ lol.. jk jk.. the $$ was to buy books from the mph warehouse sale tat my sis, melissa n i were going later.. thus, i woke up n failed my mission to sleep till 12pm since i woke up at 10am++..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached melissa's house a little late coz my sis woke up late, n off we went to go book hunting.. when we reaching the place,.. O.o ... there were lots n lots of cars parked along the sides of the roads! thank God we could find a parking spot 5 mins walk from the warehouse... the warehouse was really hot n stuffy n crowded with ppl.. made me wonder.. i tot m'sian ppl dun really read? mayb some r there coz they were curious with the crowd.. lol.. walked around a little bit n was gonna start sweating d.. bought 15 books altogether.. 5 were mine, where 2 were dictionaries, n 1 was a sudoku book 4 my mom(she's crazy bout sudoku).. the rest were my sis's books which im also interested in reading.. XD so if u wanna borrow any books, it must b taken great care of.. n i will think bout the fee later on coz of my hard work n sweat(literally) i toiled into buying them! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWVb8BECJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dYcXm9JoU1o/s1600-h/100_4546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWVb8BECJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dYcXm9JoU1o/s320/100_4546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261776046851885202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 out of this pile were chosen by me.. can guess??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWVQ7aCTII/AAAAAAAAAJo/zHYiRBD4kDg/s1600-h/100_4544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWVQ7aCTII/AAAAAAAAAJo/zHYiRBD4kDg/s320/100_4544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261775857709632642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n 2 more here r mine.. pretty obvious if u read wat i wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWUfbYx7_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nf2W4Cbgshs/s1600-h/100_4542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWUfbYx7_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nf2W4Cbgshs/s320/100_4542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261775007300841458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the tower of books!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;satisfied with wat we bought, but to think of the amount of money spent in juz 3 days! *shudder n shiver* looks like i hav to ikat perut n wont b able to go shopping in a long while.. *pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-6741685603797743815?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/6741685603797743815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=6741685603797743815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6741685603797743815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6741685603797743815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/10/mph-warehouse-sale.html' title='mph warehouse sale!!'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWVb8BECJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dYcXm9JoU1o/s72-c/100_4546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-1518314415249857379</id><published>2008-10-27T16:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:48:51.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singpore trip</title><content type='html'>went to singapore on friday n came back on sunday.. the reason was to visit my bro.. so here's a few things tat happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a bus 2 singapore(sg) which was 45mins late.. could not sleep at 1st coz im not the type of person who can sleep anywhere.. i take a few mins or even 1 hour before i can actually sleep in a foreign place, let alone an uncomfortable one like the bus.. arrived in sg n, wow.. there were so so many ppl at the imigration.. queued up for a while.. was really sleepy coz it was 5.30am.. was observing ppl coz there's nothing better 2 do.. saw ppl from China with huge luggages n carrying a few cardboard boxes like the box where u buy a carton of water.. this is not the 1st time i see china ppl with boxes.. wats with china ppl n boxes? really was curious.. then i saw some other ppl cutting queue.. sigh.. y cant they juz wait in line like other civilised ppl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a taxi to sennett road where my bro is staying.. hav 2 admit tat sg transport system is 201% better than m'sia.. took a while to wake my bro.. mom was shouting as soft as possible from outside the house. lol.. was 6.00 am.. finally could lie down to sleep on a comfy bed.. woke up few hours later n got ready to go shopping!! yay!! went to bugis junction (think tats wat its called) n ate at pasta mania.. wow.. it was really really delicious! i ordered linguini chicken something carbonara n shared with my bro since we werent tat hungry n boy, was it filling!! was really satisfied with the food though the price, if u convert it to ringgit, its a really very expensive lunch! the ppl were friendly too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did lots of walking.. was sweating n all.. i dun think m'sian ppl walk as much as the sg ppl.. we then proceeded to shopping.. was surprised tat my bro was ok with shopping.. tried not to convert it to ringgit coz this would be the most ever that i spent 4 shopping! bought quite a number of things.. dunno how im gonna bring it back home 2 m'sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went 2 church after tat.. the youth were really friendly to us.. i was shy. i dunno y but i was shy to talk 2 them.. haha.. the worship was awesome, though i din know most of the songs.. lol.. they had a special speaker from aussie/new z.. he shared things tat really stirred up my spirit n touched my heart.. he really challeged me 2 change n do some sacrifices tat should b done.. it was an awesome n amazing nite! it was as though God really wanted us to be there in sg n listen to his servants sermon.. cool huh?.. haha.. by the end of the service, i was really tired from the whole day out.. went to dinner where almost the whole youth went.. went back to sennett n slept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day was sunday.. morning service was great too.. had another special speaker.. he shared on wat do u do 2 draw closer 2 God.. one was we hav 2 giv up our personal comfort.. our cup is so full our things tat God cant do His will in us n bless us.. we hav 2 learn to empty our cup, spend more time with Him n learn 2 listen to his voice.. tat means lots of sacrifice n giving up.. but i think im willing to sacrifice.. i hope God helps me on this.. only He alone can c my heart..&lt;br /&gt;after service, it was lunch at siam kitchen restaurant, n back 2 m'sia.. SIGH.. was really sad to come back 2 m'sia.. its back to the dirty stinking toilet, RUDE, lazy n unhelpfull ppl, (can u believe at the m'sian immigration, they did not even check our bags! i could b carrying a c4 or 100kg of drugs!!!) lousy transport system tat u cant trust... the list is too long to continue n i will feel worse if i list more.. m'sia boleh.. wat crap is tat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWCs_zMcBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/w_UAq-GffTk/s1600-h/100_4531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWCs_zMcBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/w_UAq-GffTk/s320/100_4531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261755449204305938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my bro n i at pasta mania.. yummy food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;while shopping, realised tat singaporeans r really up to date with fashion.. one thing u must do when u go sg, is to observe their fashion!.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWBZEwy6AI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7qd8I5oMP8k/s1600-h/100_4532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWBZEwy6AI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7qd8I5oMP8k/s320/100_4532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261754007427409922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the foooood.. was really full after eating..&lt;br /&gt;the pic does no justice to how it tastes n looks!&lt;br /&gt;blame the camera. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWBMAVsCfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vUountLp_e8/s1600-h/100_4530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWBMAVsCfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vUountLp_e8/s320/100_4530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261753782901672434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sis n mom.. so happy 2 eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWA5Cv73gI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6NAJL9A-so4/s1600-h/100_4534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWA5Cv73gI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6NAJL9A-so4/s320/100_4534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261753457131118082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sis n i at siam kitchen.. food was good too but prefer pasta mania. :)&lt;br /&gt;this was a candid shot, hence, my face.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWAqtAiCOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/q5SGNDNeAmI/s1600-h/100_4536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWAqtAiCOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/q5SGNDNeAmI/s320/100_4536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261753210776979682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mom n bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWAIVs7u1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/jY-W2XdL5Fo/s1600-h/100_4539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWAIVs7u1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/jY-W2XdL5Fo/s320/100_4539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261752620405209938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some of the junkies we bought to giv some ppl, n some for our greedy selves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQV_v-G9tRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2xZNZ5fu80Q/s1600-h/100_4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQV_v-G9tRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2xZNZ5fu80Q/s320/100_4540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261752201755079954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i &lt;3 pocky n juices&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQV_leUNN9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/BmAIG-6-t_M/s1600-h/100_4541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQV_leUNN9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/BmAIG-6-t_M/s320/100_4541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261752021421995986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some of the candy from some jap shop..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;overall, it was a pleasant n wonderful short holiday.. only 2 days.. sigh.. thank God 4 the many many many blessings!! &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-1518314415249857379?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/1518314415249857379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=1518314415249857379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1518314415249857379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/1518314415249857379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/10/singpore-trip.html' title='Singpore trip'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SQWCs_zMcBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/w_UAq-GffTk/s72-c/100_4531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-4263351735056806838</id><published>2008-10-21T01:00:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:25:02.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SP1m89ummYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Y3AGpkxR-fg/s1600-h/100_3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SP1m89ummYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Y3AGpkxR-fg/s320/100_3140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259473137386822018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stain glass on the ceiling.. beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;bird park in singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SP1mmjvOGTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ql0lMYBNCS8/s1600-h/100_4486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SP1mmjvOGTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ql0lMYBNCS8/s320/100_4486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259472752452966706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;strawberry coffee&lt;br /&gt;aahhh....enlightening..  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy7Q3ww40I/AAAAAAAAAHw/6plkj7fmYnQ/s1600-h/08.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy7Q3ww40I/AAAAAAAAAHw/6plkj7fmYnQ/s320/08.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259284363382678338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a star of fingers of frens..&lt;br /&gt;spot the similarities? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy7IXhStUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JY-cmyBIbqg/s1600-h/06.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy7IXhStUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JY-cmyBIbqg/s320/06.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259284217288897858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my bday cake topped with ice cream....*mouth watering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy7B960OfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mKH_v8Zoqzc/s1600-h/05.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy7B960OfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mKH_v8Zoqzc/s320/05.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259284107337415154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my 3rd bday cake this year baked with love!&lt;br /&gt;will there b a 4th cake? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy66SrKn8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/q1-sFjNs5hA/s1600-h/04.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy66SrKn8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/q1-sFjNs5hA/s320/04.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259283975469965250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the auspicious cutting cake ceremony&lt;br /&gt;*blinded by camera's flashing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6tGQtACI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Wc1JPq9BBFc/s1600-h/01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6tGQtACI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Wc1JPq9BBFc/s320/01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259283748799447074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cake n me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6iWUfNzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cM-NE64GA_s/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6iWUfNzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cM-NE64GA_s/s320/DSC00821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259283564131727154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penette.. my bday present n the new member of my family!&lt;br /&gt;she's so tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6Z3rw_BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8XR5Ce_y7Yk/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6Z3rw_BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8XR5Ce_y7Yk/s320/DSC00797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259283418468908050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;strawberry with icing cream... mmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6WED6MfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8eCK5sHft1s/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6WED6MfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8eCK5sHft1s/s320/DSC00796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259283353071923698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at these red n juicy strawberries tat my sis n i picked from cameron highlands!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6SJO7JII/AAAAAAAAAGo/iZ9nc4JHSlc/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6SJO7JII/AAAAAAAAAGo/iZ9nc4JHSlc/s320/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259283285740823682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the menu i made 4 my fnb exam...&lt;br /&gt;supposed to b a scroll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6OCkTs7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/BKOH59T6PhI/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6OCkTs7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/BKOH59T6PhI/s320/DSC00686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259283215231988658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;too free while balik kampung.. started taking pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6Iby3bnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MI31ar2Tx4E/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6Iby3bnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MI31ar2Tx4E/s320/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259283118924721778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spotted a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6EGKj0KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4EJsu2pKbD0/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy6EGKj0KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4EJsu2pKbD0/s320/DSC00671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259283044399042722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can see? can see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy5-PRui1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/URmZvsETPQQ/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy5-PRui1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/URmZvsETPQQ/s320/DSC00610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259282943765810002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awkward pose.. caught unaware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy5xXNN6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R4tz9fZCCiE/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPy5xXNN6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R4tz9fZCCiE/s320/DSC00581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259282722556078386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at dao rae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-4263351735056806838?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/4263351735056806838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=4263351735056806838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4263351735056806838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4263351735056806838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-pics.html' title='random pics'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SP1m89ummYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Y3AGpkxR-fg/s72-c/100_3140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-4089165296151051642</id><published>2008-10-20T22:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:31:05.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to coll</title><content type='html'>after 3 weeks of lepaking at home n with frens, the time has come to continue my slavery.. yes.... doing the unthinkable of waking up when u hear an annoying sound, driving to the miserable station to continue my suffering, waiting restlessly n impatiently for the sight of a blue train which is always.. always.. always.. did i mention always?...always..delayed... squeezing my way thru the tiny door which everyone barges their way thru, touching, hugging ppl tat i dont want to.. gasping for air when i finally reach putra station.. straightening out the creases on my shirt tat was once ironed by the pitiful owner.. using bus no. 11 to jay-walk to the dying mall with so few souls wondering around u can count with 1 hand... passing by shops tat hav not opened(dont even know y they bother to set up their shop here) up to the 3rd floor.. the miserably cold place tat chills u to the bone where i will spend a few hours of my life 4 tat day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeessssss.......... college..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat has been my journey 4 the last few months...i was not all tat excited n keen bout going back to coll.. could not sleep the nite b4 coz was so used to sleeping so late.. but surprisingly, i woke up early.. after getting ready, i still had some free time(wats the use of being early 2 coll on the 1st day of  my 3rd sem?)..i decided to do devotion, disturb penette(my hamster), n walk aimlessly n absentmindedly around the house(which only takes 14 secs to go from 1 end 2 the other).. after a deep sigh, i decided to go to the station.. n i was still early.. 14 mins earlier than usual.. waited for the 8.05 train (i usually take the 8.25 train n prefer to be fashionably late) which came late.. as usual.. could not get in coz there were so many ppl (im not the kind who barges n pushes their way thru like there's no 2moro juz 2 get into the train).. so, i juz stepped back n decided to wait 4 the next train while i stared at the sardine paste in the blue train, passing by me.. the next train was not too packed.. i could still breath normally n actually move a few paces backwards n forwards.. thank God for this amazing once in a blue moon experience!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached coll, most of the seniors n my frens were there.. my frens were in the library.. then one of my fren asked me a really funny question bout my hair... 'eh susan,(wrong spelling but tats how they call me) u.....' hahaha.. i dun think i wanna write it down n embarrass her la.. moving on... this sem, we were having our LAN subjects..grumblebrumblegrumble... i found out tat our classes was only from mon-wed!! hiphiphooray!!hiphiphooray!!.. so this means i will b very free? should i find a job? i think i should.. wat job? n transport?.. aiya.. think bout tat later.. back to coll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our 1st subject was moral. but we found out tat the lecturer's husband passed away.. poor thing.. so we were dismissed early.. we had to wait a while to collect our results from the 2nd sem exams..  went 4th floor for a drink.. when finally took results, i was utterly surprised! i tot i did much worse! God must hav really helped me this time!.. thanks!... n so, after collecting the results, i parted with my frens n went home with the ktm gang.. reached back home, read comic until felt sleepy coz did not sleep much the previous nite.. woke up later n went 4 lunch at station1.. had a free chicken chop set using the coupon 4 my bday.. XD .. lazy 2 talk bout the rest of my day but 2moro (tues) i hav no class coz same lecturer as the one teaching us moral for pengajian am.. woohooooo!! but back 2 coll on wed... *pout*.. so here i m blogging.. will continue to do more nonsense later coz no need wake up early... lalalalalalalalala.. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-4089165296151051642?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/4089165296151051642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=4089165296151051642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4089165296151051642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4089165296151051642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-coll.html' title='back to coll'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-4958748429034231212</id><published>2008-10-18T15:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:56:58.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mv's</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xN5K41xVHRA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xN5K41xVHRA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;warning : DONT watch this mv if u DONT like sexiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put this mv here juz 2 compare the song with DBSK.. actually feel meluat after watching it.. dont wanna watch it again..&lt;br /&gt;sarah connor : under my skin&lt;br /&gt;same song, as in the tune n the words 'i've got u under my skin', with DBSK, diff lyrics, diff style of performance..&lt;br /&gt;how did this happen? who's right n who's wrong in this situation?&lt;br /&gt;heard tat both bought the rights to this song at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01df6D8SPn8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01df6D8SPn8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBSK : mirotic&lt;br /&gt;this mv is pretty nice.. nice dance moves..n i still cant stand micky's hair!! prefer this version to sarah connor's one.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;not tat sexy till u feel meluat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pn1Iim7XK2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pn1Iim7XK2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoA : eat u up&lt;br /&gt;she's debuting in the US n this is one of her songs.. quite addictive (as in it keeps playing in ur head over n over) n leaves an impact on u with the lyrics.. she can really dance too.. when i watch her dance, i feel its like a boy dancing.. XD overall, a good mv..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-4958748429034231212?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/4958748429034231212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=4958748429034231212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4958748429034231212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/4958748429034231212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/10/mvs_18.html' title='mv&apos;s'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-5403541828789393777</id><published>2008-10-18T02:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T03:22:02.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another surprise!!</title><content type='html'>eventhough my bday was around 2 weeks ago, my frens, the dong bang gang, decided to throw me another bday surprise yesterday!! (17 oct.) can u believe it?! they said tat wat they did for me on my bday was not enough n decided 2 do another one!!.. thanks u all!! im totally speechless here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i 4got wat day it was, but zhe rei called n asked if we could hang out in jane's house on friday... each of us were supposed to cook something so that we could hav homemade dinner together.. i casually asked if there was some special occasion coz we usually do this for a special occasion n she said no.. its juz a hang out session.. oh well.. im going back to coll next week so i really wanna hang out with them.. then there was a headache of wat to cook.. i tot since they were cooking, y not i bake cheesecake? so i msg-ed jin li n told her... she said she doesn't want me to bake cheesecake coz her mom has been baking cakes n they hav never tasted my cooking b4.. (wow... pressure to impress here!) XD.. she asked me to make macaroni cheese.. i was taken aback.. so i decided to look up recipes on how to make carbonara sauce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made cream cheese mushroom sausage carbonaro pasta(farfalle) 4 my mom n sis 4 dinner as n experiment on the nite b4.. gav some 2 chris n aunt jenny.. it tasted nice, so i would try to pull it off again on friday.. took me 2 hours++ to cook the whole thing.. phew......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday while cooking, zhe rei msg-ed n said the cookies she n jin li were making tak jadi n bought ice-cream instead.. i arrived late at jane's house.. they were in the kitchen while jane was preparing speghetti.. wow.. looks like we had lots of food.. lee yee brought fried chicken.. jane's dad made this delicious ice-blended mango drink.. it was an appetizing n filling dinner.. after dinner, lee yee asked me to take some pics with her n jane coz they planned to do something interesting with our photos.. we went to the balcony 2 camwhore while jin li n zhe rei washed plates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while camwhoring a few mins, suddenly, the lights went off.. i tot jane's dad accidentaly swicthed it off.. then jin li came out with zhe rei holding a cake.. they were all smiling.. i was puzzled.. whose bday was it? the next bday was zhe rei but hers was not in october.. so is the cake juz a dessert?.. they were walking towards me with the cake n jane had the vid cam on me.. so the cake's 4 me!??... yes! it was 4 me!! i was so touched! tats y jin li didnt want me to make cheesecake coz they were baking a cake 4 me n the story bout their cookies tak jadi was a lie! i was really shocked tat this was really 4 me!.. we ate the delicious choc walnut cake with ice cream....mmmmm... it was simply luscious n scrumptious!! (i hav to watch my diet after this!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proceeded to jane's room to go dong bang crazy.. we all plopped onto the bed n jane wanted to show a vid.. it began with pics of us together.. i tot aawww... so nice of jane to make a vid of us.. as it played further on, it dawned to me tat the vid was for me!! for me!! as a gift!! i was so moved!! it was clips of each of them talking bout their feelings bout our friendship n wishing me happy belated bday! i was moved to tears!! (i guess tat was their mission. 4 me to cry!!) it was so out of the blue.. after tat, we sang some songs.. they sang while i, tried..tried to sing as it was in japanese n korean! zhe rei was the best.. she could sing all the songs!.. few mins later, zhe rei, jin li n lee yee went back home.. i lingered a while longer with jane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home n told my mom n sis bout everything.. i let my mom watch the vid they made n showed the ring tat lee yee bought 4 all of us.. read the letter tat jin li wrote too.. thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to dong bang gang :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really did not expect u guys to do this for me! believe me, i m really touched n happy with wat u all did.. was going thru a personal tough time n this really lifted my spirits!! im the type of person who keeps things to herself n i also dont tell ppl how much i care or love them in words, as in telling them face to face or telling it outloud myself.. (jae n edward r exceptions coz they are ppl we fantasize about so u cant compare this with them!! u know im crazyly over expressive bout them!!)  so if i express it out,  i really mean it.. im sorry if i didn't thank u all enough.. i really dont know wat n how to say.. i appreciate our friendship.. hope it lasts for as long as we live!! without true frens, its a boring world to live in.. saranghae! &lt;3  n thanks again!! God bless ya all!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-5403541828789393777?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/5403541828789393777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=5403541828789393777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/5403541828789393777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/5403541828789393777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-surprise.html' title='another surprise!!'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-3084838497320783252</id><published>2008-10-18T01:52:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:19:40.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom's bday</title><content type='html'>mom's bday was on the 13th of oct.. i shall not reveal her age for fear of being slaughtered later on.. hahahaha.. as long as she's young at heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.... my sis n i bincang-ed bout her bday few weeks b4.. my sis suggested we make mee swah.. (dunno how to spell.. as long as u get the idea..) n i suggested buying some facial care product since she doesnt really spend money on herself.. since i was on holiday, i was to wake up early in the morn to go buy the stuff to cook from the market with AKF.. tat was quite a challenge coz i hav been sleeping really late n waking up really late too, but this was for my mom, so i managed to wake up! *pats self on the back couple of times* sharp 8am, i was at AKF's doorstep.. i think she was surprised i was on time, n off we went to the market. i was half asleep walking or zombie-ing around the market.. juz following AKF.. she helped me in buying the stuff n gav me pointers on how to prepare the soup n all.. fyi, the soup is not some chicken cube ajinomoto okay.. it was made from boiling chicken bones, skimming the impurities for around 1 hour.. n tat was only the chicken stock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjVeO44yLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/q5xM0u7-lK4/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjVeO44yLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/q5xM0u7-lK4/s320/DSC00849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258187280324544690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boiling the chicken bones to make the stock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjV0ou3aDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Sgqsi6tcRIk/s1600-h/DSC00851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjV0ou3aDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Sgqsi6tcRIk/s320/DSC00851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258187665218955314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the vege as ingredients..&lt;br /&gt;there were much more ingredients than this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjUgqjrU8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dQXbQVG0SWM/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjUgqjrU8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dQXbQVG0SWM/s320/DSC00850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258186222599885762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checking some guidelines(my coll notes) so tat i dont make mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;*blush*... its not easy if u wanna make yummy soup 4 a good cook like my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjUbYanS_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jOANHLtwrdQ/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjUbYanS_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jOANHLtwrdQ/s320/DSC00847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258186131830688754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutting cincau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjUXdk_x-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1fy4JfU5PcI/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjUXdk_x-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1fy4JfU5PcI/s320/DSC00848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258186064496936930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish cutting half of cincau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjUP30jqhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-3nl0xxlfDw/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjUP30jqhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-3nl0xxlfDw/s320/DSC00855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258185934102571538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's 2nd present from her lovely daughters!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my facial grooming consultant (ron) for helping me pick this out!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjUEaDqBQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3uhCWzB3v5o/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjUEaDqBQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3uhCWzB3v5o/s320/DSC00857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258185737134277890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cookies i baked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjT_EwrkvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T-SINcIqC5Q/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SPjT_EwrkvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T-SINcIqC5Q/s320/DSC00856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258185645518197490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going into the oven.. the black stuff on top are blueberries, in case u were curious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there were more pics but i accidentaly deleted them.. sigh... anyways, mom was happy n very touched by wat her amazing n lovely daughters did for her!! happy tat she was happy!! but sad tat she could not taste the soup properly, coz she was not feelin well!.. the soup tat took 2 hours+ to prepare! but to me, it tasted nice la.. aiya.. giv some credit to a first timer at making this kinda soup n meal!! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3084838497320783252?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3084838497320783252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-491510182502881174</id><published>2008-10-11T01:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:30:32.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down</title><content type='html'>i suddenly feel down.. i dunno y. i was fine the whole day up till now.. was reading a few of my secondary skool frens blog.. i realise tat they really r enjoying college or watever they r doing now n still hang out with each other.. having nice clothes, hanging out with all the 'cool' ppl at some cool restaurants.. sigh.. as for me, im at this tiny boring college tat no1 has ever heard of n we wear uniform 2 class n my batch has only 7 ppl! im not saying my coll frens r not nice.. they r nice.. i appreciate having them as my frens, but sometimes, its hard 2 express wat i feel with them coz 1st of all, most of them speak mandarin n my mandarin sucks.. sometimes, i wanna share a joke or tell them something, but i juz cant put it in words.. they ask me, 'y so quiet?'.. n i juz smile.. wat else can i say? feel really out of place sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not the type who can pretend tat everything is alright eventhough i try to.. people can c thru me as though im the clearest piece of glass.. my face, my actions, body language all reflects wat im thinking n feeling.. i guess tats my weakness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also feel i hav really changed since sec. skool.. when i look back, i feel like i was this naive n stupid person who follow watever ppl say n help those who needs help even if they wanna take advantage of my stupidity.. but now, i feel im not tat nice little girl tat ppl can fool around or laugh behind their backs about.. my words r more piercing, actions nastier n ppl gossip bout me even in front of me.. im gonna hav the 'who cares' n 'watever' attitide.. as long as i know my actions r rite n im not disobeying God, i dont care wat ppl will say about me.. we cant try 2 make everyone happy.. ppl r bound 2 hate u coz u r doing the rite thing n u confront them when u feel there is a misunderstanding.. if everyone likes u, there is definitely sumthing wrong.. either u r 2 face, or u r a seriously professional backstabber..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really thank God i hav a wonderful family n an amazing extended family, YA youth.. i feel these 2 groups r the only ppl i can really b myself... the childish, annoying, crapy, irritating self.. mayb they cant stand me as well? who knows.. i really dont wanna wallow in self pitty here.. since this is a diary, i juz wanna express wat i currently feel.. im supposed 2 prepare for YA sharing 2moro which i still hav not done.. sigh.. feel really bad about it.. well, i should sleep soon n wake up 'early' 2moro 2 finish up on the topic im sharing.. only God can help me with my probs.. He is the only one who can understand me n love me eventhough i frequently get on His nerves.. He is never sick of me.. i sumtimes feel i dont deserve this love.. the great price He paid 4 my life.. ashamed to show my face after the many things i have done wrong n still come 2 ask for help when i hav no way out of this deep deep hole i hav fallen into.. u r the only 1 i can trust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these songs came to me as im writting.. i juz remembered these 2 songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~ 1. Heart of worship ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the music fades,&lt;br /&gt;n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;all is striped away&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;n i simply come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;longing juz 2 bring, something tats of worth&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;tat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;will bless ur heart&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i'll bring u more than a song, for a song in itself,&lt;br /&gt;its not wat u have required,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;u search much deeper within, thru the way things appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ur looking into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;m coming back 2 a heart of worship&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;when its all about u, when its all about u, Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;im sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Lord 4 the things i've made it&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;when its all about u, when its all about u,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;~ 2. Mighty to save&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; needs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; that's never failing&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Let&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;mercy fall on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; needs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;kindness of a Saviour&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;The Hope of nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saviour, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;He can move the mountains&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;My God is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mighty to save&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;He is Mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;Forever, Author of salvation,&lt;br /&gt;He rose and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;conquered the grave&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;take me as You find me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;All my fears and failures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fill my life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my life to follow&lt;br /&gt;Everything I believe in,&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I surrender&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Shine your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;let the whole world see&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;We're singing for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;glory of the risen King...Jesus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-491510182502881174?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/491510182502881174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=491510182502881174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/491510182502881174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/491510182502881174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/10/down.html' title='down'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-2337920788790716369</id><published>2008-10-10T00:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:43:43.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bday!</title><content type='html'>well.. my bday is not 2day.. it was actually on the 2nd of oct.. after so long only im gonna write bout it.. lol.. the nite b4 2nd oct., i was coming back from cameron highlands n was quite moody coz of the pain from the pressure in my ear... then jane called me n ask if i was free to go out for lunch with the gang in 1utama.. i suspected something.. she ajak me to go out on my birthday but did not even mention my birthday. doesn't tat sound suspicious 2 u? we were laughing when we were talking coz we both knew why she asked me to go out.. lol.. thanks anyway jane.. its the thought tat matters the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning of 2nd oct.. my bday.. but truthfully, its the first time ever tat i felt it was juz like any other day.. no excitement at all.. mayb still tired from the trip..felt better when i met up with the gang, jane, jin li, lee yee n zhe rei.. jin li gav me a jae joong poster as my gift.. thanks!!.. XD.. the plan was to go karaoke but it was fully booked coz of the public hols again.. sigh.. so we went to watch mama mia instead.. sat quite near the front.. it was a fun n lame show.. the ppl talking talking, then suddenly start singing.. lol.. n the dancers juz appear out of no where to join the main characters to dance.. the other funny thing is tat james bond, pierce brosnan can actually sing!! he totally lost his cool guy facade in this show esp when they showed the pic of him when he was younger n during the end of the show where he wore tat outrageous elvis presley outfit! kudos to the producers for not changing the style of abba songs.. if they were to modernise it with some techno upbeat tempo, it would not hav been nice n also memorable for the older generation to watch.. like they say, old is gold.. n i think there were ppl singing along in the cinema too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then proceeded to lunch. zhe rei suggested we go to ms. read.. we ordered 3 desserts n shared amongst ourselves (i think u can guess y we did tat! XD) .after 'lunch', zhe rei had 2 leave early n wanted to buy some food for her sis so we split up. i was kinda suspicious coz we used the 'need to go back early' excuse for lee yee's surprise bday but i believed the 'need to buy food for sis' part. after browsing thru some shops, zhe rei n jane came back with zhe rei was equiped with vid cam in her hands, while jane wore a big grin on her face. wat was going on? it took a few seconds to click in my slow brain when jane reached into her bag n pulled out a present. the 'need to buy food for sis' was a trick after all to go buy my present!! lol.. i tot i would not fall for anything tat they planned! my present was the second book of the twilight saga i was reading, 'new moon'!! i gasped in surprise when i saw the present! thanks u all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after coming back home, i felt kinda down coz my family was supposed to eat at a korean restaurant as my bday dinner but my mom was sick... felt really disappointed.. didnt want my mom 2 know i was sad so i went on9 n u-tubed n also read midnite sun, thanks 2 mei mei.. asked christine on9 if she wanted to go out with ron. chris said ron was in penang.. weird. how did she know ron was in penang? so i suggested calling melissa n sheryl instead but chris said tat its too far for them to come to kepong n they needed to study.. wat a birthday this was turning into.. the thrill of the afternoon out with my frens had certainly worned out n vanished..  suddenly chris called my house phone n asked if i wanted to go to her house to watch antm cycle11. at first, i felt lazy to go.. i changed my mind though. better than staying at home rite? but it took me awhile to go to her house coz i was reading midnite sun (how could i leave edward?! XD).. when i reached her house, her door was usually opened but it was closed.. then i went into her room n she wanted to switch on the air-con n closed the door.. getting weirder.. our house was cool enough tat we dont need the fan n she wants the air-con? if she wants to, go ahead, i tot.. we started watching for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few mins later, AKF called me from the hall n said she wanted to show me something.. so i asked wat is it? but she was juz looking at the tv screen.. then ben came walking from the front door n he shouted something like 'hoi'.. i tot, oh, ben is back home.. then he started singing happy bday together with the others behind him.. the YA youth! i screamed n jumped where i stood from the shock coz it was a bday surprise!! i felt so touched! totall didnt expect it! chris, sheryl n melissa lied to me tat they were not coming! i tot this was a normal thing when i came to chris's house to watch 'antm' but i got tricked by my frens, twice now! really appreciated the effort for them to gather 2gether to come n surprise me.. my sister was also behind this.. she came a little later.. they were hiding in pastor's room while waiting for me to come to chris's house! tat explains all the weirdness! lol.. melissa presented my present to me.. a dwarf hamster complete with the cage, bottle, food,.. everything! (if u know my history, i was popular for hamsters).. i was so happy! i only got to know later tat sheryl n melissa's car tayar pancit on the way to kepong to our house n to buy the hamster.. i felt bad for them but touched tat they didnt cancel the surprise, n tried to fix the tire with ben's help later on.. thank u!  ^_^  ..we ate the cake n chatted 4 a while.. chris suggested playing volleyball but didnt for fear it would annoy the neighbours (it was 11pm++)  ..so we decided to yamcha at mcD instead since no mamak nearby.. kevin belanja wat we ordered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so overall, i had a great bday!! thanks to everyone who sent me sms-es wishing happy bday! i had no credit to reply to thank u all.. really sorry.. so i shall say my thanks here! thank u everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a list of my presents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- expense of my new hairdo (mom)&lt;br /&gt;- jae joong poster (jin li)&lt;br /&gt;- new moon book (jane, zhe rei, lee yee n jin li too!!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;- bday surprise, cake n hamster (sis n YA youth)&lt;br /&gt;- yamcha at mcd...lol (kevin)&lt;br /&gt;- soft toy (AKF n chris)&lt;br /&gt;- body care products (ron)&lt;br /&gt;- lip gloss (wen jing n huiyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for his blessings on me n thanks to everyone! for those who forgot my bday or didnt giv presents, u still hav next year! lol...  kidding.. kidding..  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-2337920788790716369?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/2337920788790716369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=2337920788790716369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2337920788790716369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2337920788790716369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-bday.html' title='my bday!'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-862436550549588576</id><published>2008-10-07T19:32:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:37:24.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hols</title><content type='html'>sorry for neglecting my blog so long... tot would b blogging everyday but was distracted by this book called 'twilight' which my frens were totally over the top-ly crazy about n guess wat, im now over the moon with the book! currently reading the 3rd book n am head over heals about the main character Edward.. *faints from even thinking of his name* lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Edward aside, (lets not daydream bout him 4 a few mins, if tats even possible.. XD) my mom, sis, aunt jenny n i went to cameron highlands on the 1st of oct. sad my bro could not make it though.. sigh.. my mom was really exited bout it coz i've NEVER in all my 17 (still was 17 years old coz 24 hours later on 2nd oct, im 18!!) years of my life, been to cameron highlands.. sweat rite?.. so i shall skip the part of a groggy me waking up n all at 6.00am n here we r at cameron highlands, crawling up n down the winding jammed road .. of course la. hari raya ma..n we finally made our 1st stop at this vege n strawberry farm (what else is there in cameron highlands rite?) n there was quite a wide variety of cookies, coffees n teas to choose to buy from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im wondering, wat else is there to write about? we juz visited a few farms here n there, found a hard time trying to find a restaurant tat isn't pack with ppl, to fill our rumbling stomachs, n surprisingly, cameron highlands was still cool n breezy even with the sun out.. i tot it wont even feel cool with all the irresponsible chopping of flora n the global warming thing.. lol.. bought quite a few things, eg., vege, fruits, coffee, souveniers, vases, flowers n a few more miscellaneous stuff.. left at around 5pm n went to rawang 2 eat bak kut teh.. oh yeah.. my ears really hurt from the air pressure thing on the way down.. its not the normal air pressure where u swallow ur saliva n, pop, its gone.. it was really hurting my ears till i felt my veins could burts! not exagerating here.. its worst when im in an airplane.. tats y i let go of my dreams 2 b a flight attendant.. sob.. i could b deaf in a few years if i were flying everyday n mayb even twice or thrice a day.. anyways, cut the crap.. i had fun n here r some pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtT6F1gXPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VCkMi5Ocwp0/s1600-h/100_4482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtT6F1gXPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VCkMi5Ocwp0/s320/100_4482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254385647721929970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the flower we bought.. pretty rite? i dun even know the name. lol&lt;br /&gt;btw, its real.. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtTCwNRbBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BY5mL7jgUR4/s1600-h/100_4478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtTCwNRbBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BY5mL7jgUR4/s320/100_4478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254384697023228946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flowers planted beautifuly.. not really clear in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtS3JIuBLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XRB6AhUaa3E/s1600-h/100_4476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtS3JIuBLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XRB6AhUaa3E/s320/100_4476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254384497556587698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sis n i plucking strawberries!! ate some while doing so.. shhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtSPfc3SWI/AAAAAAAAADs/RnREyUGjt5s/s1600-h/100_4472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtSPfc3SWI/AAAAAAAAADs/RnREyUGjt5s/s320/100_4472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254383816351893858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mmmmm.... delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtSEKl_9RI/AAAAAAAAADk/M8s_tueevJI/s1600-h/100_4459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtSEKl_9RI/AAAAAAAAADk/M8s_tueevJI/s320/100_4459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254383621774505234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey look.. more pretty flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtVLM2B_1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/3SvfikA8PPY/s1600-h/100_4457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtVLM2B_1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/3SvfikA8PPY/s320/100_4457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254387041172586322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unsuccessfuly mimicking the plant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtRpjPhV-I/AAAAAAAAADU/UUYd73p5HGk/s1600-h/100_4454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtRpjPhV-I/AAAAAAAAADU/UUYd73p5HGk/s320/100_4454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254383164534642658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this plant was so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtReWQOWcI/AAAAAAAAADM/Qaa_b8pEDEA/s1600-h/100_4451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtReWQOWcI/AAAAAAAAADM/Qaa_b8pEDEA/s320/100_4451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254382972069370306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arrghh... too hungry to think of wat to eat..&lt;br /&gt;looks apetizing doesn't it? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtRTq1hdXI/AAAAAAAAADE/7riRDX5rkpg/s1600-h/100_4448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtRTq1hdXI/AAAAAAAAADE/7riRDX5rkpg/s320/100_4448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254382788615959922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtRG4OSeCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3CHONOSduqc/s1600-h/100_4409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtRG4OSeCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3CHONOSduqc/s320/100_4409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254382568871196706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love the colour of the leaves, esp the red ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtQ7jNQ1YI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5P2IqLdqA9A/s1600-h/100_4392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtQ7jNQ1YI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5P2IqLdqA9A/s320/100_4392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254382374251189634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beautiful flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtQsic8XFI/AAAAAAAAACs/fxhKze4EruA/s1600-h/100_4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtQsic8XFI/AAAAAAAAACs/fxhKze4EruA/s320/100_4390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254382116350483538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i took this photo.. nice rite? feeling really smug bout it.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtQggEhw2I/AAAAAAAAACk/rhGlPuw158A/s1600-h/100_4370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtQggEhw2I/AAAAAAAAACk/rhGlPuw158A/s320/100_4370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254381909552776034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sis n i in front of a green wall of creepers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtQHGs6FsI/AAAAAAAAACc/PZWwmhqyWjQ/s1600-h/100_4368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtQHGs6FsI/AAAAAAAAACc/PZWwmhqyWjQ/s320/100_4368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254381473246090946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mom n i in the midst of some vege&lt;br /&gt;if i plucked one n hide it under my shirt, would they notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtP8PMmhnI/AAAAAAAAACU/pnKP4Tqibjc/s1600-h/100_4360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtP8PMmhnI/AAAAAAAAACU/pnKP4Tqibjc/s320/100_4360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254381286547949170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awed by a simple flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wat did i learn from this trip? GOD is really wonderfuly, indescribably awesome! he created so many beautiful things.. doesnt tat make u wonder how smart He is? i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-862436550549588576?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/862436550549588576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=862436550549588576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/862436550549588576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/862436550549588576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-hols.html' title='my hols'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SOtT6F1gXPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VCkMi5Ocwp0/s72-c/100_4482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-6359221160306444830</id><published>2008-09-27T12:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:32:03.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merdeka!!</title><content type='html'>YAY!! exams over!!! muahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!! so happy!! kekekekeke!!&lt;br /&gt;after all the stress n nervousness n all, its finally over! the papers were okok la... except social psychology of tourism.. tat paper sucked to the max! during the 3 hour break, went to eat lunch n wanted to study.. there was so much to remember!! i panicked in the end.. like 20 mins before the exam, i left  my frens n started walking back n forth in the mall to calm down n memorize some stuff.. i ended up 4geting wat i read.. n the freakingly cold exam hall did not help calm me down.. n i was not the only one who could not do the paper.. coz the tips tat the lecturer gav us did not even come out! thanks alot!.. so the ones who came out early from the hall all kumpul-ed n started discussing if we would hav 2 resit the paper.. i think we all would.. but i really hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the last paper on friday, we went to mcd to eat n chat.. was still early..10++.. i was actually anticipating my frens to b all crazy coz the exams were over.. but no... they were not.. wen jing n the gang wanted to go home after the test.. tired i guess.. a little dissapointed.. nvm.. i could still go out with pris n betty which they wanted to.. before leaving, hui yi said wanna meet mr jason 2 claim the mocktail money. went back up to coll n he was no where to b seen.. i called him like a 100 times but he did not answer! so we gav up n was about 2 leave when hanns ajak us watch movie with them.. the juniors gang.. i tot, y not? the more the merrier.. so betty, pris n i joined them but they were going by anson's car n we had to go by train to midvalley.. =_='  ... betty wanted to go home to get her specs. so pris n i went ahead n would meet her there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altogether was 7 of us.. we watched death race.. n sumthing funny happened when we were going into the cinema.. (sorry hanns, but i told u i would write it on my blog.. haha.. but i dun think u know my blog url rite? XD) so as we were entering the cinema, hanns who was holding the ticket was searching 4 the seats.. we realised there were ppl sitting at our seats... weird.. so hanns went n ask them if those were their seats n showed them out tickets as proof.. the rest of us were waiting further behind.. the lady looked at the tickets n said, i think ur in the wrong cinema!.. everyone in the cinema was looking at hanns.. we all ran out!! kishen was the 1st! hanns the last.. we went to the correct cinema hall n started laughing n laughing n laughing!!!! how embarrasing!! good thing hanns did not scold the lady 4 seating in 'our seats'!! tat would hav been worse! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, the 6 of us took ktm while anson drove back.. then they ajak betty, pris n i 2 join them 4 steamboat at nite with the rest of their gang.. i was really hungry coz i din take lunch n so was betty.. the idea of a delicious steambaot n the tom yam soup made my stomach grumble.. y not join them? so we agreed.. pris had to go home coz no tansport if she followed us 2 steamboat.. we waited 4 the train 4 SSOOOOO long.. the train was delayed.. KTM.. DELAYED....AGAIN!!.. waited for 20 mins.. then announcement said train will come in 30mins coz of some tech prob.. grrrr.. when the train came, we could not get in eventhough we pushed a little.. so packed!.. so we waited 4 next train.. it started to rain heavily.. even the weather was against us.. when the train came, we finally managed to push our way in.. tats the malaysian way! we were packed not only like sardine, we became sardine paste.. hugging each other.. so loving..... not!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove betty back home with me from ktm.. reached home n took bath.. so refreshing.. was really tired.. waited 4 sis 2 send us to steambaot in menjalara.. when we arrived, we were the only 2 there.. then hanns came.. we were hungry n tired so we decided to eat 1st.. lazy wait 4 the rest.. the rest finally came like 20 mins later.. had fun with the junior gang.. was tired so i din really talk much.. hanns fetch me back coz i din wanna trouble my sis if so last min call her.. went back home really tired.. watched tv a bit.. then watched johnny english.. lol.. was too tired to change cd so went off to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a fun n memorable day with the juniors.. looking forward 2 hanging out more!!&lt;br /&gt;will try to upload more pics soon.. very free ma.. holiday for 3 weeks!! yaaahooooooooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-6359221160306444830?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/6359221160306444830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=6359221160306444830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6359221160306444830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/6359221160306444830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/09/merdeka.html' title='merdeka!!'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-2419061532768309754</id><published>2008-09-27T11:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:27:20.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study leave</title><content type='html'>after the crazy rush of assignments n tests, its time 2 have a break... to study yet again!.. sigh.. study leave was from 15-21 sept.. i had some serious catching up 2 do coz with 7 subjects n 7 days, tat means 1 subject = 1 day! which was really impossible. monday n tuesday, was really rajin.. put alarm 8am, wake up 9am then started studying..  did study alot..on wednesday, had to go back coll 4 accounts replacement class.. so lazy.. was really sleepy during the class.. came back home n lepak whole day.. no mood 2 study.. thursday was fnb practical final exam.. among the things to do was create a drink.. so i made this drink which was blended vanilla ice-cream+dark choc+hazel nuts+peppermint.. went n ask my beloved n trusty neighbours AKF n chris to taste it.. lol... chris said the mint too strong n its a bit thick.. feel jelak after a few sips.. wow.. i kinda agree tat the mint was kinda strong.. so on the test day, i decided to make it not tat thick n cut down on the mint.. when the test was gonna start. mr jason only gave us 20 mins 2 buy our ingredients n 20 mins 2 prepare our drink.. evil.... so we ran all the way down to cold storage n it was not opened yet!!.. swt.. where was i gonna buy my ice cream?. then betty thought of mcd. but does mcd sell ice cream in the morning? i went there anyways, n thank God! they did hav ice cream! pheww.... so i ordered 2 choc sundae's without the choc.. rm6.. rasa sakit hati abit but all 4 the sake of the exam! then we rushed to the 4th floor mamak 2 buy ice cubes coz legend hotel, (where we get our free ice cubes) ice maker rosak.... of all days to rosak.. swt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was my turn 4 the exam, was a little nervous coz mr jason was the 1 pretending to b our customer.. i already expected tat he will ask lots of questions like  wats in the dishes of my menu, eg., my chefs salad, chicken consomme... n where do the ingredients come from n all.. since i din hav enough time 2 remember, i juz bantai said anything tat came to my mind! i think he realized it though.. lol.. then came the question which i was totally unprepared.. how many grams per serving was my sirloin steak?. i was like crap!! r u serious?!!! how should i know?!! i juz stared at him 4 a few secs.. was thinking, 100g? 200g? but 100g sounded too little rite? coz this is meat n it should b heavier? but fine dining food usually very kedekut with their portions n serve very little rite? but how little was little? so in the end, the genius me answered 500g.. 500g?! mr jason said 'r u serious? after the meal, i wanna meet the chef who cooks 500g of sirloin steak per serving!'.. i started laughing.. then i remembered.. oh wait, this is a test.. serious..serious... n when i was driving home, thinking of the happenings of the day like i always do every time, it hit me tat 500g of sirloin steak is really alot! its 1/2 kg!! *smacks forehead!* wat a ding dong i was!.. wat was i thinking?! then i started imagining how it was gonna b like serving 1/2 kg of meat to ppl.. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days passed n then, execution time.... EXAM..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-2419061532768309754?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/2419061532768309754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=2419061532768309754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2419061532768309754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/2419061532768309754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/09/study-leave.html' title='study leave'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-7864822606056920614</id><published>2008-09-08T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:28:23.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a craziee week over....</title><content type='html'>pheww.... last week 1st sept - 5th sept.. 5 grueling days ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday -  meet up wif college frens to discuss hospitality assignment n presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - hospitality test, hospitality presentation and hand up assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - no class. stay at home n tried 2 finish up 3 other assignments n 1 presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday - practical fnb class.. tiring.. as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday -  hand up computer, fnb, and principle of management assignment n do management&lt;br /&gt;              presentation, n help out in ramadan buffet at nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;although it was a holiday and juz came back from kampung late sunday nite (or early mon morn), had 2 meet up with coll frens 2 discuss hospitality assignm. was tired but had 2 go anyways. met up with jason n betty in kelana jaya.. we changed 3 locations ( lazy 2 elaborate.. long story) 1st. old town white coffee, 2nd. mcd 3rd. jason's frens house. got sick during the transition of locations coz got caught in the pouring crazy rain.. reached home in late evening n continued doing the assignm. no time to study at all.. did assignm. till 2am+. mom helped me do the presentation.. she kesian me coz i was sick (thank u so much!!). slept at 3+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;could not wake up at usual 6.30 alarm call. mom advised me not to go coll coz was feelin sick n tired.. but how could i?! the assignm, presentation was with me.. plus i had a test! kept thinking if should go.. betty got sick too. if only there was no test, i would lie in my beloved bed till noon. dragged myself 2 coll n arrived half hour late.. did rather badly.. brain was not thinking rite.. was more alert during presentation though it did not go too well too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tot since i was sick, i would eat less hence, save $$... but nooo.. i dunno y 7 of us ended up eating at lagenda cafe.. beng beng was the only one 2 serve us.. we kacau him abit when he served us.. poor guy.. not!!.. haha.. i was feeling much better n was back to my usual talkative self.. next was comp class which lasted like 50 mins - 1 hour? lol.. went back home early with the sad ktm gang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;woke up a little late.. tired.. continued assignm madness.. then went out with mom to eat lunch n buy groceries.. came back home n continued the madness till 2am+.. sleeeeeeppt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;woke up as usual.. tot i still had time so i handwashed my beloved jacket.. lalalalala... then... OH NO! late liao... so rushed things up n drove like crazy 2 ktm.. took the train, met chung.. walked super speed n was 15 mins late.. when i arrived, mr jason was not there so i tot i can escape 4 being late this time.. but when he steped in,  terus ask, jeannette, y late 2day? =.=" was thinking,.. crap.. was not ready 4 this! cant say i was happily washing by beloved jacket rite? so i juz said i missed the train.. which was also true! XD&lt;br /&gt;was bartender of the day.. going back time, raining like crazy again.. so waited 4 a while in mcd n kong belanja us ice-cream!! so sweet!! i meant the ice-cream! lol.. finally walked in the rain 2 ktm.. back home, continued crazy assignm. madness.. slept 1+..a little earlier.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;went to food hygiene class alone coz all my frens din wanna go! they wanted 2 fin assignment.. so kesian.. alone in class.. joined the juniors.. nice to talk to though.. submitted my comp n fnb assignm.. went 2 eat lunch n rushed to meet Pn. Bad. n she said she knows i hav lots of assignm, so i dun need to do my slavery/duty!! yay!!  so i went to teman pris in the cc in 4th floor 2 fin her assign since i finished mine *dances happily!! XD* then it was time for the presentation.. dunno y i din feel nervous.. already used to it? i dunno.. mine was on the coca-cola company.. had 2 admit, it was interesting finding out bout the coke co.. then i was debating with myself if i should purchase a unique coke can in cold storage downstairs.. eventually, i bought a 160ml can tat costs rm4! O_O  the presentation was ok.. had fun with partiban n nicholas.. went to priscilla's house after tat coz at nite, we would b helping out at the ramadan buffet later at nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the coll juz in time from pris house.. quickly changed into my kebaya n started serving.. had these kids from an orphanage.. really cute.. had fun tat nite.. reached home at 11+.. pris's mom sent me home.. tiring day.. went back home, bathe,wathced tv till slept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- craziee week over -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-7864822606056920614?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/7864822606056920614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=7864822606056920614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7864822606056920614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/7864822606056920614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/09/craziee-week-over.html' title='a craziee week over....'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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-6312291361716819402.post-3251227796467326644</id><published>2008-09-02T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:20:50.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first n last time in hospital n on wheelchair</title><content type='html'>20th of july 2008, sunday nite, was the day tat i fell sick... will never forget the day.. the reason im writting bout this is coz im sick again. (though not so serious) juz reminds me of tat time when i fell really sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday nite n the following day, a monday, i was going to hav my social psychology test... was really nervous coz i had so much to remember n i dun think i could finish studying.. mom went outstation so it was only my sis n i at home.. we ordered mcd for dinner. i ordered spicy ayam goreng mcd.. while waiting for it 2 arrive, i suddenly felt sick.. felt like vomiting.. i told my sis i was feeling unwell but she tot i was joking coz test was on monday.. dun blame her coz i joked tat i was feeling sick n din wanna go skool.. when the food came, really had no appetite to eat but i din wanna waste the food. rm3 delivery charge okay!.. so i forced myself to eat n felt worse after that.. all of a sudden, felt like vomiting.. rushed to the toilet n vomited out the spicy ayam goreng mcd.. it came out through my nostrils n mouth.. my nostrils was really burning from the chili.. felt really terrible.. 10 minutes later, vomited again.. 15 minutes later, vomited again.. my sister helped to clear the mess i made in the toilet.. then the next 30 mins, started to feel better so i drank water coz starting to feel dehydrated.. around 5 mins later, i vomited it out.. again.. could not even drink water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bed n wanted to get some sleep.. it was already 11+ at nite.. was feeling exhausted already... sis gav me this black colour carbon pill that was supposed to absorb any poison in my stomach.. tot it would help so i was gonna sleep when i felt a lump rising in my throat.. before i could react, i vomited onto my hand n onto the bedroom floor.. everything black in colour.. a really awful sight.. 20 mins later, again i vomited on the bedroom floor.. poor sis had 2 clean up again..  felt really bad she had to do this n she din even complain for cleaning up my mess!. wat a wonderful sis..  tat nite, vomiting was like a routine already.. i could take it no longer so my sis decided to take me to the hospital.. it was like already pass 12am.. went to the bathroom to wash up.. used all my strength to get to the bathroom.. my sis called ps. andrew to teman us to hospital..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis was getting ready the necessary stuff n was about to leave. was walking to the chair to sit when suddenly, my body felt numb.. felt like was gonna faint n i called out to my sis.. thank God she caught me in time.. i sat down n felt my head was spinning.. i dunno how i was gonna make my way to the car which is 8 floors down.. again i vomited.. this time, only water... my body felt numb n weak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the hospital, sat on the wheelchair n my sis pushed me to the emergency area.. i was shocked to see so many ppl there at 1.30am!! there was hardly any place for my sis n ps andrew to sit! we waited for 2 hours! n the doctor said it was food poisoning.. tried to trace any dirty things tat i ate but up to today, i cant think of any.. ( to christine n sheryl, it was not the sushi! really! at least i dun think it was.. but its not ur fault!) thank God i didnt need drips.. went back home at 5+ n tumbled onto bed to sleep after n exhausting day.. had high fever tat nite.. woke up in the middle of the nite n vomited AGAIN.. was tired of vomiting. seriously.. AKF cooked porridge for me the next day.. did nothing but slept the whole day.. i was afraid to eat at first.. had phobia of eating.. finally i ate n slept summor.. it took like a week for me to get back to normal.. n the good thing bout this suffering was tat i lost weight!.. a few kg! lol.. although i think i hav gained the weight tat i hav lost now! sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wanna take this opportunity to thank all the ppl who helped me when i was ill. 1) GOD who healed me.. 2) my Sis who really took care of me n cleared the mess i made.. so sorry!! n me luv u!!*blush* :)   3) my mom who took care of me after she came back  4) ps andrew n AKF  5) all my frens who sms-ed n called me to wish me well!  thanks everyone!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;i know some ppl tot tat its juz a small matter but u dun know how much i suffered.  still am a little scared bout eating spicy ayam goreng mcd! phobia? hope not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312291361716819402-3251227796467326644?l=jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/feeds/3251227796467326644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312291361716819402&amp;postID=3251227796467326644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3251227796467326644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312291361716819402/posts/default/3251227796467326644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanjeansheartscontent.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-n-last-time-in-hospital-n-on.html' title='first n last time in hospital n on wheelchair'/><author><name>- jEaN -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708689336737388734</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312291361716819402.post-8012379163865572010</id><published>2008-09-02T16:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:28:31.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mama's graduation</title><content type='html'>yes..tats rite.. my mama's graduation.. she studied again n she graduated on the 24th of august. it was a hectic weekend.. really hectic coz the next day, we, our group for the assignment had 2 submit our social pyschology assignment n on tuesday, we had to do a role play. (a mini drama).. so the whole sunday, i attended my mom's convo n had no time to do the assignment. had a misunderstanding with my group coz of tat, but we r ok now..(i guess.. for me, i think we're ok). i dont like it when i hav misunderstanding with my frens. it juz ruins my entire day.. but in the end, i felt bad n said sorry.. sorry is really the hardest word for me.. sigh..well.. its over now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the convo story, I wore casual clothing coz the last time during my sis's convo, most of them were dressed casually.. this time however, ppl were wearing batik n all.. O_o ... watever la.. must muka tebal a bit when in awkward situations... so here r some pics when i was feeling so bored watching hundreds of ppl doing the same thing over n over.. my sis n i started cam whoring.. then, i started taking pics of the flowers for my mom.. lol.. i think the ppl around me were staring but, wat the heck, i was really bored ok! i dun hav all the pics here coz some r in the other camera. these r the pics from my phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SL0GXcGfjBI/AAAAAAAAACM/j4gVGZNHHeo/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SL0GXcGfjBI/AAAAAAAAACM/j4gVGZNHHeo/s320/DSC00658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241352541079309330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought this really cute bear for mama.. &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SL0GJ1ji-DI/AAAAAAAAACE/x4AW91mg1z8/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SL0GJ1ji-DI/AAAAAAAAACE/x4AW91mg1z8/s320/DSC00643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241352307393886258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the flowers.. nice colour contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SL0F2k_trEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cn5_C8WVCZw/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnbuiHAUr8k/SL0F2k_trEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cn5_C8WVCZw/s320/DSC00645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241351976531110978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;closeup.. really pretty..&lt;br /&gt;(din wanna upload more pics of flowers.. think u'll get bored.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yeah... i dun update my blog so frequently coz my phone cable to connect to the comp got prob.. dunno y cant connect. so cacat.. so i hav 2 bluetooth my pics to my sis punya laptop, save in my pendrive, then transfer to the pc.. so tidious.. so better appreciate my effort!! all for the sake of my blog... lol.. 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