<?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-19990644</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:33:19.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Juanzzz World...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-8492587552940372908</id><published>2009-10-25T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:29:17.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;im not posting on this blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;end of story here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-8492587552940372908?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8492587552940372908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=8492587552940372908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8492587552940372908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8492587552940372908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok-i-freaked-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-4129424791433054790</id><published>2009-10-24T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:47:56.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYONE has a dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-4129424791433054790?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4129424791433054790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=4129424791433054790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4129424791433054790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4129424791433054790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyone-has-dark-side.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-4067240471298269732</id><published>2009-10-17T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:55:06.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for my friend if she remembers.. we sort of 'bickered' when u learned that i shared ur blog with my colleague. i couldn't understand why u got so upset as i thought 'c'mon blogs are exposed &amp;amp; open, if u dont wana ppl to know abt ur affairs, don't blog. write a diary n hid it under ur pillow, duh!!!' i got disturbed by ur 'upset-ness' (there's no such word) and bitched abt it. anyway i was being very insensitive at that time because recently i understand hw u felt then. i realise i wasnt that comfortable with friends passing around my blog to others whom i did nt openly share i hv a blog. it is not a crime nor a violation that u guys share it with others but it's just me - im just not very chilled abt it. if i wan ppl to know abt the existence of my blog, i can do the job pretty well myself. alright, i've said my piece, go ahead n judge me, whoever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-4067240471298269732?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4067240471298269732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=4067240471298269732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4067240471298269732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4067240471298269732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-my-friend-if-she-remembers.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-6611503954515529230</id><published>2009-10-10T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:01:59.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as if one freaking lousy (times infinity) bad movie in a year is nt bad enough, today i had to add one more. anyway for record purpose, the first one is 'dragonball'. here comes the second one - a taiwan horror movie - 'Invitation Only'. i was appalled by this trashy low cost production coupled with the lamest storyline and plot that desperately needs alot of gruesome and gory scenes to advocate and create the sorriest and most useless excitement and scream that is totally way out of line!! i wana swear!! big time swearing! it was painful watching 'dragonball'. it was totally sorry for myself watching 'invitation only'. the only word and filled with huge emotion that flashed across ur mind once u 're out of the theatre is a BIG, fat, STRIKING - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'WHY??'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; word. seriously, the only reason someone suggested watching this film is coz of the movie star - maria ozawa. she's a porn star - a super popular japanese mixed with canadian blood porn star. ask the guys and MOST OFTEN, they know who she is. for clarification sake, i know nuts abt this girl. because of her, i wasted 2hrs plus $7.70. not worth the slightest bit at all. damn it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-6611503954515529230?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6611503954515529230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=6611503954515529230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6611503954515529230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6611503954515529230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-if-one-freaking-lousy-times-infinity.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-7350743023221490794</id><published>2009-10-06T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:25:27.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yo! im christened. im christened. im christened. &lt;br /&gt;baptised on 03102009 =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-7350743023221490794?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7350743023221490794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=7350743023221490794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7350743023221490794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7350743023221490794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-christened.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-8956661923789175516</id><published>2009-10-01T02:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:43:12.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wonder when i will ever learnt; mayb immediate, mayb wks, mayb months, i do not know but i will surely be different one day. well, no one has a greater sense of humor than my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, i came hm from work ranting away to my sister. i complained all 3 of my bosses (except for the 1st one; i had 4) were completely incompetent. they were worthless, wasteful, stupid, dumb, undeserving corporate dogs and i held serious contempt towards them! very scornful remarks. i said the word 'stupid' not less than 10 times until my sis was so disgusted i'd used that description on ppl! i do not hv faith working in a corporate environment anymore as im nt sure if i can contain my disdain towards my bosses or peers. then, my sis subtly stated the problem might in fact be me since the situation proved a 75% hit rate (3 out of 4). she urged me to go study more and real hard to be right on top and be invincible haha ie be literally on top of the pedestal. ok, she is 'suaning' me. anyway im in a fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i was reading the bible just now. lo and behold, i caught this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proverbs 29:23 -&lt;br /&gt;"A man's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will bring him low, But the humble in spirit will return honor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember i cursed n sweared ppl as STUPID?! let's see who's the STUPID one nw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proverbs 29:11 -&lt;br /&gt;"A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vents all his feelings, But a wise man holds them back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the Lord wants me to know this as He's teaching me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proverbs 29:15 -&lt;br /&gt;"The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rod and rebuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; give wisdom, But a child left to himself brings shame to his mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in proverbs 29.&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/19990644-8956661923789175516?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8956661923789175516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=8956661923789175516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8956661923789175516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8956661923789175516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wonder-when-i-will-ever-learn-mayb.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-4425523768818350934</id><published>2009-09-29T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:08:43.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;u know what, ppl? in my very own sincere opinion - the last person to believe in this world is fortune-teller! even this word on its own is REPULSIVE to me. it is not even a profession and can i bravely say they are in fact artists? it is a crime. don't judge me. i've seen enough fortune-tellers to make this paragraph. i was a fan; a huge fan. i'd embraced the excitement on knowing my unknown future. i'd wanted a reason, an answer for every mishap i've had and every failure i've had encountered. i'd liked to be filled with anticipation of what was told to happen and the action plan to take for avertion of disaster. like all ppl, i'd like to know im in control of my destiny, and i could do somethg to better my life. aren't all these so very exciting?! in all honesty ppl, do u seriously think it is even possible? can someone tell me when is the next financial meltdown? somethg like lehman. tell me when's the next hurricane like katrina. tell me what kinda flu is next. freaking tell me why fortune-tellers can't tell the fortune of the whole freaking world of all these major disasters that are affecting everyone including themselves and yet they are able to tell ur life stories and read u like a book. r u that special?? they in fact are VERY RANDOM and the last thing u will want to know is what exactly are they worshipping?! y do i strongly deny this grp of ppl? i was in desperation once and i turned to them many yrs ago. when a person is desperate, for every slight chance of a glimpse of hope, ppl try. that's hw fortune-tellers pin on this and exploit ppl, making you look like a fool and pay them to look and behave like a stupid, dumb ass. when all thgs failed, it is LIFE, your destiny, your fate. when thgs worked out, aha! worse! for all ur life, you're gonna believe more and sink deeper into this cult. seriously, i rather u are an atheist or agnostic than worship this grp of artists. ppl, get smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-4425523768818350934?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4425523768818350934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=4425523768818350934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4425523768818350934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4425523768818350934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/u-know-what-ppl-last-person-u-shld.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-5545431903104506294</id><published>2009-09-26T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:17:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i hate my friend who saw linsey lohan at the party last night! damn x infinity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys know a gd pillow is soo so impt?! ever since i put my entire pillow in the washing machine (ha ha!!), it became totally deformed! (hw else do we wash a pillow??! enlighten me pls!) and i had been sleeping on 2 pillows. i knew i didnt sleep well, had to wake up in middle of the night to adjust my pillows. hell irritating! made me so fatigue in the morning as if my brain had taken its toll the whole night. alas! i bought a 360degrees, side-sleep/back sleep, most imptly firm pillow! yest night was a breeze. i woke up feeling well-rested and no headache at all! i heart my new pillow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-5545431903104506294?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5545431903104506294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=5545431903104506294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5545431903104506294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5545431903104506294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-my-friend-who-saw-linsey-lohan.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-3031083792937128239</id><published>2009-09-17T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:41:37.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do watch the time traveller's wife..&lt;br /&gt;love it a great deal. abt 2 yrs back, my friend was reading this book and i flipped a few pages and seriously im a 'book person' but unfortunately i found the writing style extremely descriptive up to the point it was almost boring to me. so consequently i had my reservations of this movie and also another reason i didnt enjoy lake house and p.s. i love you (surprised?) so i gathered it's gonna b the case of time traveller's wife too. enough said, I WAS TOTALLY WRONG!!!! i mean, yes, the story is far-fetched but the directing makes the plot and transition so smooth to the extent that u wont question abt what seems like an absurb storyline. u get sucked into it and just go with the flow. surprisingly, the scenes are not confusing like it usually might happen (the different time period jumping here and there??). i m totally taken in by eric bana's acting skills. he's a natural. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-3031083792937128239?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3031083792937128239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=3031083792937128239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3031083792937128239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3031083792937128239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/watch-time-travellers-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-8144344846066124210</id><published>2009-09-10T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:04:49.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what pisses me most is getting up at 430am in the morning to freaking pee! irritates the hell out of me BIG time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a female version of a guy friend who just broke off with his gf. i totally identify with him. anyway im being way 'exceptional' by blogging this. i hope if u r nt my dear friend, just to let u know, read and forget, thks. damn public blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we hv been so very single for the longest time, it dawns on us that perhaps our hearts are just too tiny to love and accomodate another person or that there's no space left aft putting ourselves in there. well, ok, here goes. i freak out at the thought of exposing myself to another person (not as in naked, WL, why m i even thinking of this, anyway just in case). im doubting my ability to share a life with someone. when i was dating n hanging out with a guy, the initial stage is all exciting to me; learning abt him, chatting a different conversation, hanging out at different places, and impressing each other (we r ALL guilty of that, c'mon!) - extreme novelty, but as soon as skeleton's out of the closet and i know where all his aces are hidden, bam! im like that's enough for me. i can nv bring on to the next stage. i find myself very uncomfortable accounting to someone and seriously i dont even hv parents to account to since dinosaur time, how's that?? so what the??? im always abt myself. throw me a gd book, magazine, internet connections, i'll b gd.. and don't even hv to ask: im into lone sports - jogging, swimming, gyming. i get tired of thgs easily, i hate the stage of repetition, and i need new configurations and excitements constantly. i want to be spontaneous and abrupt! the only constants i enjoy are my lone activities. see the sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what i hate the most? my friends-experts-in-love-wanabes coming up to me asking why im still single. seriously tell me, enlighten me, is there an answer to this qn at all, if any? that im too demanding? that im too idealistic?? or that im gay all along??? then started to give their two cents worth uninvitingly "i tell u there's no such thg as a perfect guy, just try maybe u will like him? maybe u will b impressed?" OR maybe i don't even hv to try to know that a black cat is black in colour??! sometimes no means no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if let's say i compromise to b with someone so that i wont b the soar thumb sticking out being the only single hanging around, and married the guy with the mentality "relationships are like that. sparks do not happen everyday. is all mundane. just accept him and move on as long as he loves u. develop the love over time. get married, have a baby. take a break, have a cookie." what will i be? i know myself, if i don't love the guy in the first place, i will b a bitch right there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** im sleepy ** to be continued..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-8144344846066124210?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8144344846066124210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=8144344846066124210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8144344846066124210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8144344846066124210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-pisses-me-most-is-getting-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-6580569352271978245</id><published>2009-09-05T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:42:41.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"behind every hot broad, is some dude tired of fucking her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;quotable quote by adrienne curry =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-6580569352271978245?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6580569352271978245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=6580569352271978245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6580569352271978245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6580569352271978245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-3958290476280104283</id><published>2009-09-03T14:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:41:04.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;last note:&lt;br /&gt;people of the world listen up!!!! u know our temple (body) is a whole magnificient creation that not only houses our soul and spirit BUT unfortunately also houses GERMS! the most disgusting excretion that can possibly come out of the body flows thru the passage of our nose, mouth and asshole! so listen up, listen up people! here we go! let us all practise the very humane, civilised and even compassionate way of living, that is to BLOODY HELL FREAKING cover our nose and mouth when we SNEEZE or COUGH! this is minimal, basic and fundamental, oh pls, u don't pass ur shit for others to eat right???!! zillions of germs can't wait to switch bodies so pls CONTROL them! let them die in ur handki or tissue paper, not even palms! Grrr... i wish i'd die when some old man cough away open-mouthed beside me on train. i wish i'd die too when some man again blow his nose in front of me. i wish i'd die too when some old man again n again sneeze right in front of me again w/o covering his mouth! i've a thg against men of age, 2 words - personal hygiene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-3958290476280104283?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3958290476280104283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=3958290476280104283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3958290476280104283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3958290476280104283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-note-people-of-world-listen-up-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-7884914618355704953</id><published>2009-09-03T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:40:00.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;happy bday to me :) im gloriously 28yrs old, incredible 28yrs on earth. my friends asked me what do i wish for in the coming yr and seriously im clueless. nthg specific worth mentioning however on a broader basis, i just pray my life gets better in generally all aspects :) the only difference abt this yr's bday is i struck lottery on the actual day itself. a day before, i got a hunch i will struck the number and off i went to place a syst bet (which i seldom do so) and i got it!! that's so cool right???!! praise God. ate quite a lot yest, see?! accumulated more shit before clearing my intestines entirely! seriously, i shit EVERY morning but it's just that i feel it's not totally cleared. i can still feel the shit heat lingering in my tummy like a hot sensation within. what can i do? pour dettol down my throat, flush it out baby! woohoo! or down 10glasses of beetroot, and work it out ya! oh yes, im thinking the best present i gave myself this yr is to break off with 'damn bloody shit'! this sure calls for a celebration even if it's not my bday! awesome :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-7884914618355704953?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7884914618355704953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=7884914618355704953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7884914618355704953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7884914618355704953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-bday-to-me-im-gloriously-28yrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-546152632846115568</id><published>2009-09-01T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:07:03.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so boring. even the stock mkt is so unexciting today leaving me with literally nthg better to do. went for a poo poo at oub centre after my current fav beetroot juice and it's hell effective! i seriously may hv poo-ed some seafood residual from sun jb as i was awfully intoxicated and hv been badly bloated for the past freaking 2 days. i sure feel like a walking garbage barrel. sucks! i seriously need laxatives to flush out the remnants and pull a gd shit out of my asshole!! Damn! so I proceeded to sans and rented jodi picoult's keeping faith - i aspire to finish all her books until i find no novelty in her storyline, so surprise me :) my right knee cap is hurting esp when i go up/down the stairs, not a gd sign. i don't wana die with a walking stick as companion! so i'll b wearing a left ankle guard and a right knee guard. Damn. hell of discomfort. the fall at tea lovers ktv left this freaking 'ankle situation' souvenir that haunts me for 6 yrs running. Lord, heal me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u guys read my blog detailing every bit and snippet of my day to day life, it simply means im Damn freaking bored, putting together my Damn freaking boring life, giving one hell of a damn boliao entry in the middle of my condemned working hrs!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-546152632846115568?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/546152632846115568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=546152632846115568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/546152632846115568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/546152632846115568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-boring_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-1010007598304234038</id><published>2009-08-31T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:05:06.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i seriously hv to pull myself together. remember the virus? it is now becoming a plague. it's like 10peoples' shit mixed together and u hv the worst smell ever!!! Worse, u can't just stop breathing n die. That's my feeling nw. Argh. u know i really hate myself when i'm seemingly n really affected by ppl's comments. i know i shouldn't but i m and i hate it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1010007598304234038?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1010007598304234038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1010007598304234038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1010007598304234038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1010007598304234038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-seriously-hv-to-pull-myself-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-6905815378406593271</id><published>2009-08-29T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:41:36.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hv u ever watched a clip million times and yet cry every single time? here it is, give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0P2VxijsBY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first saw this at oprah and it touched the hell out of me. pls watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-6905815378406593271?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6905815378406593271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=6905815378406593271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6905815378406593271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6905815378406593271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/hv-u-ever-watched-clip-million-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-573061199210906663</id><published>2009-08-26T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:08:11.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm cool. didn't really feel anythg. no major upheaval. then again, what can there be? afterall, it's like 1 full year since i had the intention to throw letter. hands-down victory! all hail, i did it today! **clap** i wana thank all my frens for showing me their support today. without them, it would not have been possible. the wishy washy me perhaps will drag by another mth by another mth by another mth. haha. then my poor frens will repeat the same advice over n over again. let's end all miseries today alritey. once and for all. damn it!! let me be the phoenix (not dragon; no plagiarism jas!) at hm rather than the cockroach in br!! wooohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5yrs in 'damn bloody shit' was no easy, breezy life esp aft lehman. i cross-path with a dumber old man who's totally dispensable and like a virus in the air polluting and contaminating the entire environment. for the entire 5 mths, the air in br was stale and so was my mood! tough. i died and revived. after the virus came an unstable, strange, capricious, corporate slave who is so unpredictable and unreliable that i fear for my survival and life constantly. i was always not aware of the situation and was frequently caught by surprise, and not pleasant ones though. we are friendly but not trusting. she's harmless as a friend but not as a boss. alritey, enough of my petty judging. (just 'recording' down as im positive im so gonna forget them in time to come =P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-573061199210906663?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/573061199210906663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=573061199210906663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/573061199210906663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/573061199210906663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-304023815532500043</id><published>2009-08-25T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:20:26.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've asked around. it takes perhaps 1 in every million people in singapore to get booked TWICE for jaywalking. there are abt 4.6 million people in singapore which means im one of the 'lucky' five. everyday there are abt 20 ppl being booked for jaywalking and it takes 230,000 days for every single person in singapore to get booked once. urs truly got booked twice within the last 2.5 yrs. how great is that?! Oh yah, I almost went topple down the staircase today in my office. fortunately, thank God very much, i hold onto the railings. even with that, there was a 'bing bom bom' that sent my CSO and her customer running out of her cubicle to check out what happened. just imagine, i had a free fall. ok, i dont wana imagine. anyway, you know what? seriously I came straight home after work today. you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh yes... before i had the fall. the second mishap. i reached raffles plc at the control station, a boy right in front of me had a faulty card, couldnt get pass and i, sickeningly, had noo freaking idea why i tapped my card so hurriedly and, you know what again??, the boy went thru. limpei stood there and limpei had to approach the staff to get pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad to be hm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-304023815532500043?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/304023815532500043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=304023815532500043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/304023815532500043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/304023815532500043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-asked-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-7661605515342046619</id><published>2009-08-25T09:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:17:13.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;damn it!! had to start the day badly haha. actually i was more of amused, I'm not joking. i'm like laughing in my stomach nw. too bad u guys can't see. i was seriously times a million and one times embarrassed just nw arghh!!!! i jaywalked and was caught right there! i feel like shooting myself and die right there. a gd representation of pasir ris ppl were like behind me!!!! worse - ppl whom i see every morning??! i bet to my last dollar, THEY WERE LAUGHING! coz if it were others, i would. what the hell is a traffic police doing there?!!!! ambushing me?? go catch those drunk-drivers, illegal parking whatever just don't sneak up to me like that!!!! why? why? why?????? i was just feeling weird, why didn't the rest follow me to cross the road coz we ALWAYS jaywalk there. i'm just a dumb ass. can't believe it.. really.. grrrrr.. why is it always me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-7661605515342046619?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7661605515342046619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=7661605515342046619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7661605515342046619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7661605515342046619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-it-had-to-start-day-badly-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-4298753508330660511</id><published>2009-08-19T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:26:05.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just a qn guys.. are there certain parts in singapore that are warmer than the rest? goodness gracious. I seriously seriously think so! im posted at bedok this whole week as the br is short-handed and there u go! this bedok is horrendously hot and humid. im like literally placed in an oven. everywhere I go, the sun follows me. hell. like a stalker!!! there really is a difference i bet. as soon as im back in raffles plc, the air is so different. at least the place is windy. the sun is all the same isn't it but I don't feel crazy sweating away or DIRTY. in bedok, i feel myself covered with dirt as soon as i stepped out of the br. damn it. grrrr....eee.....yucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, just something i felt ever since I started doing SL. i think everyone (oh well, majority) will try his/her luck to take advantage of anybody if the situation allows, and by this i mean it includes friends as well. hw shld I begin? sadly, it is becoming like if a person helps u (gives u smthg), naturally, he/she EXPECTS something in return. it is not solely based on 'help' sake anymore. yes, i agree, it can become a win-win situation i.e. both of us get somethg out of it (no harm done) however the very thought that this person even asks for something in return irks me. so don't say 'help' anymore or 'recommend out of goodwill' blah blah, as this seems to me like more of a business deal alright. anyway, anyhow ppl really do jump ship faster than i cook instant porridge. period. somehow when someone more than a client did somethg not very positive and nice to me, one does not help but feel disgusted. i did what i shld do, i put in efforts which are obviously categorised into 'tangible' and 'intangible' which obviously to a mercenary like he/she will only see the former. C'mon!! don't ever discount me like that. It's so degrading and darn not cool at all. it's even sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, im even embarrassed by my personal feelings coz in every case, i should not assume. yes, im disappointed, at the same time, I'd better jolly well suck it up and move on. i know. I shouldn't think that i deserve certain treatment or certain attitude. ok, i just hv to learn. i bet i have contributed a fair bit in disappointing my friends and family too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-4298753508330660511?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4298753508330660511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=4298753508330660511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4298753508330660511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4298753508330660511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-qn-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-3748299097750786311</id><published>2009-08-12T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:05:55.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.. today is an extremely quiet n slow day in br. the only vibrancy is the stock mkt woohoo.. at dimbulah with jo nw... lazing in the afternoon sun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-3748299097750786311?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3748299097750786311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=3748299097750786311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3748299097750786311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3748299097750786311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-2255921480525276211</id><published>2009-08-11T12:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:10:21.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ooooooo.. simply love orchard rd in the morning!!!! without the buzzing crowd, it looks more appealing to me indeed. visualizing myself heading for a morning workout, after a relaxing shower, have a cuppa at starbucks, and read my straits times. when the lunch time crowd is 'released' off I go hm... cool, isn't it?? then i start working at hm, few hrs later I'll go for a tan n swim. Heh heh. Dream on! maybe after thurs, there's a glimpse of a teeny weeny chance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, yest i was at ion and Damn the crowd, I was totally lost in a sea of people n more people. Scary. what's with this new shopping centre?? all the designer flagships can b found at taka too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-2255921480525276211?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2255921480525276211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=2255921480525276211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2255921480525276211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2255921480525276211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-3176372654273037829</id><published>2009-08-09T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:50:27.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hi babies!!! im excited. utterly excited. check out what's happening on 17th Aug 2009, Monday, 11pm on StarWorld =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-3176372654273037829?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3176372654273037829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=3176372654273037829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3176372654273037829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3176372654273037829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-babies-im-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-1173712248393863126</id><published>2009-08-06T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:41:30.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today's treadmill session was amazing. i never know i can run non-stop like for an hour plus for 10km. i did it! it was simply unimaginable. you know coz im never gd in sports, i just like to run around, shout and laugh like some crazy girl back in sec playing captain's ball haha. when i took part in marathon back then, it was like half jogging, half strolling and gossiping. it was never competitive; it was COMPULSORY. even when i was in sch volleyball team, i was just there to make up the number haaa. then there was those annual inter-sch sports meet, my teacher asked me to join, "eh help lah, nobody already". wahahah coz we were close. basically, in terms of sports kinda thingy, I WAS JUST THERE, never won anythg, never posing a threat, never a challenge to competitors. you know - JUST THERE, PERIOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess the only thing i won was those 'best handwriting competition, essay writing competition, model student thingy or honor roll..' those uncool awards seriously! haha. c'mon ppl don't share these moments over meetups, isn't it? those weren't even cool to speak of! haha. imagine telling ppl "oh, i was a triathlon. i compete during my uni days! everybody would be like 'OH WOW!'.." get what i mean?? oh yah or telling ppl 'oh i joined national calligraphy competition and won'. i seriously bet there will be an awkward silence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still rem back in sec, there was this nafa test and law trained with me for the 2.4km run. 2.4km leh jogged until i wana die that time and to think i was 15/16 years old???!!! now im freaking 28yrs old, i did a 10km run! how so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think swimming helps alot! sort of expand the lungs theory??!! not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after a long run, i always feel DAMN DAMN tired. i took a cab hm just now... l...o...s...e....r! can i take mc tmr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1173712248393863126?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1173712248393863126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1173712248393863126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1173712248393863126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1173712248393863126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-treadmill-session-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-7764502341177001033</id><published>2009-08-05T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:00:09.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm testing if i can blog with my hp. yesterday I slept real early @ 1130pm, can u believe it?? my usuals is 2am. aft reading my bible, straight away i 'peng san' haha think god wants me to hv a gd night rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i'm well-rested, today i seem to flare up easily like at the snap of my fingers. just this morning, i've already shouted at my colleague and snapped at 2 cx.. just feeling irritated and disgusted at everything like a spoilt brat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-7764502341177001033?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7764502341177001033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=7764502341177001033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7764502341177001033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7764502341177001033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-testing-if-i-can-blog-with-my-hp.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-2132960689434600805</id><published>2009-08-04T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:15:19.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hellyah! i needa commemorate this day, dog-ear this pg, whatever. 30th Jul woohooo, i got a warning letter for failing some my***** shopping thingy and i kid u not - it's a final warning issued by HR! i hv used up my last token, in my last lifeline now - super mario is so gonna get crushed by biting flowers, meanie mushrooms or fall into the pit, ANY MOMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SUCK IT UP!!!!***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-2132960689434600805?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2132960689434600805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=2132960689434600805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2132960689434600805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2132960689434600805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/hellyah-i-needa-commemorate-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-6167485997559489869</id><published>2009-08-04T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:00:42.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's rare that i will tear over a fiction. it's easy to sob over a sad or touching movie because you literally see and watch it but to tear over a written story requires much imagination and for an author capable of doing that to me is totally, incredibly amazing. im definitely a book person, i can 'eat' and 'drink' books all day long, no joke. if the story is intriguing, i can totally immerse myself and seriously be a part of the story. that's how serious im as a READER. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just completed 'my sister's keeper' by jodi picoult. i urge everyone to read it. it adds some humanity to our everyday cold and routine job (ok, for the majority). yes, it's a female writer hence she brings us through a roller-coaster ride of emotions. the writing style is also quite different as she uses a 'first-person' perspective, which is why readers might be confused at times which character they are reading. also, due to the very fact it's a 'first-person' writing style, readers tend to be more carried away. gd tactic i would say. anyway put them all together and shake it up, this is a nice read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food for thought:&lt;br /&gt;if one day ur son has a kidney failure, and the only way for him to survive is the kidney of ur younger son who is still a child, what would u do? would u make the decision for the younger son coz u think the only sane decision a parent could hv made is to save the sick child in all possible ways? would u 'place' the healthy child onto a grueling, life-threatening operating table in the hope of saving the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read on the story.. many a times, at the crucial moment, God makes the decision for us.&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/19990644-6167485997559489869?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6167485997559489869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=6167485997559489869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6167485997559489869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6167485997559489869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-rare-that-i-will-tear-over-fiction.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-1689742191388925562</id><published>2009-07-20T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:05:52.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i enjoy service so much. the msg seems customised for me. isn't it amazing? almost quite immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needa enjoy every single day not working - just 1 more week to go. did i mention time flies? need i?? knn. guess what i have been watching now? AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL and PROJECT RUNWAY. well, old habits die hard.. and why shld i even feel guilty abt it?? sometimes over-analytic is detrimental. self-condemnation is evil. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needn't go for training later, was still struggling over it, when my colleague called and said since im on block leave, im excused! gd lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking perhaps the world is indeed a breeding ground for evil and i gather ppl (you and i included) are just insecure creatures that seriously need a saviour. whilst watching ANTM, i saw the girls go there for a dream - to be america's next top model. pure, simple intention. as times go by, when each and everyone starts to reveal their strengths and weaknesses, competition arises. along with it comes bitching and backstabbing. you know sometimes, those girls can be on friendly terms but when interviewed, they still criticise one another. just to prove a point across, 'im better'. then, suddenly when some girls broke down or sick, same girls will offer their concerns again. it doesn't help when the judges asked them in front of all who should b ousted from the competition and we start to see the girls shocked in disbelief when they were pointed out. some girls were really reluctant to pin-point but they have to abide by the rules of the game because they chose to be in that playing field. some seriously couldn't take the stress. then judges comment, the real modeling world is 10 times worse and that is going to be their environment constantly. then we start hearing comments 'i came for my dream not friendship'. true but harsh. delusion or reality? i guess the stakes are too great. you know the odds, don't you? - ANTM versus conscience (too heavy a word, maybe). tangible versus intangible. the choice is obvious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1689742191388925562?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1689742191388925562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1689742191388925562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1689742191388925562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1689742191388925562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-enjoy-service-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-5767037443833346842</id><published>2009-07-17T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:54:13.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im a complete idiot. totally.&lt;br /&gt;im gg for a swim later to 'drown' my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;well, i forgot to place an advert. esp u know weekends only happen every 5 days later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to sound like a complete loser but hey! YouTube is my 'friend' my BFF in my current block leave! hw can anybody just watch YouTube all the time whenever she's at hm?! is ridiculous and somehow disgusting! don't u guys think so? so the next question that arises is - what the hell have i been watching??!! YES! you are right! the david letterman show! im even branching out to ellen and oprah! damn it! the clips are endless. im gg berserk. truth is i wana sound and seem profound like watching cnn, bloomberg, reuters and so on (be in the marketplace!) but here im watching tv personalities crack jokes (besides oprah). oh come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so many rounds of YouTube watching, i somehow discover a fact abt people. yes, people in general. hw u guys ever thought why we all like movies, serials, tv programs and be totally addicted to them? this is because firstly, we are all lazy people and secondly we are living in our own world of fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at it this way: when we watch tv, what do we do? well, we just cozy up and get comfortable..and... OPEN our big eyes and just watch. as we watch, you know 2hrs passed, 4hrs passed, 6hrs passed and hey, one day is gone! what did we achieve? those moments of indulgence and slipping into the world of make-believe. im not discouraging but somehow after some many hrs of watching, i just felt lousy. i don't know if it's just me but it's creepy. i will have this guilt in me. well, i mean i will think 'hey, i could have done this, i could have done that. 2 wks are really fast and here im watching clips'. i just feel disillusioned. i have articles and books to read, i have SL homework to do, i have some thinking to do blah blah. people are working hard all over the world trying to have a better life and here im - WATCHING CLIPS! before knowing, i will b back at work again and the damn stupid cycle repeats itself over and over again until im what? 50years old!! then i look back, thinking of my achievements, if any.. and all i can think about is - i was really good with tv programs??!! im getting uptight. what m i blabbing at? just because of a damn advert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-5767037443833346842?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5767037443833346842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=5767037443833346842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5767037443833346842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5767037443833346842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-complete-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-5923320537530482602</id><published>2009-07-13T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:21:27.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i guess i don't qualify into the '宅女' category, not for continuous, prolonged period of time at least. i need to be out in the sun even for a short while. you know, when u stay at hm, rot in your room or walking abt in house doing practically nthg but watch dvds, youtube and check mails, it just gets into me, sets me thinking 'God, is my life that unproductive?!!' i appreciate once in a while full day kinda 'rotting' but won't really embrace the thought of 14 more such days to go. even though i was only at hm full day once for the past few days, seriously it already creeps me! how the hell can anybody possibly be a housewife?! i just need to find somethg to do! i'm so gonna post adverts, go swimming, go gym, read a book by coffee joint, just b OUT AND ABOUT! damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, personally, i feel yanzi's concert pales in comparison vis-a-vis the last one 2/3 years back. i would expect an emotional one (not as in sobbing that kinda emo alright) but rather shares with us her journey, thoughts and experiences during her 3 years of absence. is not somethg extra, merely a performance. from the theme of the concert, i can feel that she's a rather confused person. she thinks a lot but couldn't really comprehend herself or sort out her thoughts into a recognisable pattern. haha. cut it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-5923320537530482602?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5923320537530482602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=5923320537530482602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5923320537530482602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5923320537530482602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-guess-i-dont-qualify-into-category.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-5848200237466605673</id><published>2009-07-10T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:20:42.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;一年一度的 clearing of block leave is here again ha ha! took 14 days leave to rot at hm and do my impt SL =) anyway seriously speaking, i wana say im totally, extremely, incredibly hooked to the Letterman Show! Goodness. I just watch and watch into the night. i find him TOTALLY funny, yes really funny, hilarious! im so gonna catch him later again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to watch a 'must see' movie - DUPLICITY. not due to the plot but simply due to julia roberts. she's my goddess since young (rem notting hill?) and i just cannot miss her in just abt any show. even though sometimes the story sucks - haha like DUPLICITY, but u know she's the saving grace, and so i just keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so looking forward to stefanie tmr! ..when suddenly today i got an sms from somebody (a ger) (a ger who always seem to get free tix to anythg) (a ger who purposely sms u to tell her she just caught stefanie sun's live concert FREE)!! bloody hell, i spent 148 bucks on her! anyway sequel of the night will b a mini concert at kbox by some three gers who thought they can sing like stefanie sun haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't close my legs. i can't bend my knees. sucks! don't get it wrong - don't think waywardly! think i overstretch in gym. damn it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-5848200237466605673?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5848200237466605673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=5848200237466605673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5848200237466605673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5848200237466605673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/clearing-of-block-leave-is-here-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-4850968726672474782</id><published>2009-07-05T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:03:06.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had read this poem umpteen times before,&lt;br /&gt;time and again, it never fails to touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**the touch of the master's hand**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was battered and scarred,&lt;br /&gt;and the autioneer thought it&lt;br /&gt;hardly worth his while&lt;br /&gt;to waste his time on the old violin,&lt;br /&gt;but he held it up with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what am i to bid, gd people," he cried,&lt;br /&gt;"who starts the bidding for me?&lt;br /&gt;one dollar, one dollar, do i hear two?&lt;br /&gt;two dollars, who makes it three?&lt;br /&gt;three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, no,&lt;br /&gt;from the room far back a grey-haired man&lt;br /&gt;came forward and pick up the bow.&lt;br /&gt;then wiping the dust from the old violin&lt;br /&gt;and tightening up the strings,&lt;br /&gt;he played a melody, pure and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;as sweet as the angel sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music ceased and the autioneer&lt;br /&gt;with a voice that was quiet low,&lt;br /&gt;said, "what now am i bid for this old violin?"&lt;br /&gt;as he held it aloft with its bow.&lt;br /&gt;"one thousand, one thousand, do i hear two?&lt;br /&gt;two thousand, who makes it three?&lt;br /&gt;"three thousand once, three thousand twice,&lt;br /&gt;going and gone," said he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the audience cheered,&lt;br /&gt;but some of them cried,&lt;br /&gt;"we just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;what changed its worth?"&lt;br /&gt;swift came the reply,&lt;br /&gt;"The Touch of the Master's Hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many a man with life out of tune,&lt;br /&gt;all battered with bourbon and gin,&lt;br /&gt;is autioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd&lt;br /&gt;much like that old violin.&lt;br /&gt;a mess of pottage, a glass of wine,&lt;br /&gt;a game and he travels on.&lt;br /&gt;he is going once, he is going twice,&lt;br /&gt;he is going and almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;but the Master comes,&lt;br /&gt;and the foolish crowd never can quite understand,&lt;br /&gt;the worth of a soul and the change that is wrought&lt;br /&gt;By the Touch of the Master's Hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Myra Brooks Welch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-4850968726672474782?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4850968726672474782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=4850968726672474782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4850968726672474782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4850968726672474782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-read-this-poem-umpteen-times-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-5712250333800672051</id><published>2009-06-08T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:50:06.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..and i suddenly had a revelation abt somethg.. that frightens me or rather surprises me. wonder if it's gd or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain't over till the fat lady sings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-5712250333800672051?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5712250333800672051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=5712250333800672051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5712250333800672051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5712250333800672051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-8152309247388652068</id><published>2009-06-08T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:26:07.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry.. but im a facist. i cannot help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-8152309247388652068?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8152309247388652068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=8152309247388652068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8152309247388652068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8152309247388652068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-1865371149490096243</id><published>2009-03-31T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:46:36.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;shopaholic sucks to the max times 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i haven't forgotten my social obligation =) start the shit, end the shit ya. i was just kinda thinking who my audiences are. the last thing i wana is having some 'grey area' friends reading this blog.. and then link to some unknown communities whom perhaps i had associated shit with. anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. the name speaks for itself - he's just not that into u.. truth be told, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out this phrase, but.. which girl can actually sink in this harsh reality? it takes time and sure enough, experience. all the better, someone tells right into my face. here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few mths back, i shared a little anecdote with my leader - yrs ago, i knew this guy with whom i shared similar interests, views and humour. we hanged out frequently and thgs looked promising (from my point of view! i thought!).. and so i thought we were developing when midway he jumped ship. (ok, i wasn't his anchor, but u guys got my point right?) simply, he faded away. at that point, my friends' arrows were all directed at this new girl. cursing, swearing, hating her for me. haha. thinking she 'snatched' him away from me. WOW!! SERIOUS BO?! i will hear thgs like "if it wasn't for her, you both would be tgt..blah blah.." and like all say - 'the rest was history...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and so why did i bring this matter up to my leader? coz one day, he just asked me to share with him any random dream i could remember. so i told him i dreamt abt this guy. after my narration abt this guy and the happenings, he looked at me, gave me a heartfelt smile and said "haven't you think that all the while he wasn't interested to be with you?" harsh but straight to the point. immediately, i felt a tinge of soreness in my heart (obviously not coz of this guy! siao ah! that was stone age times) but due to the very face value of this sentence. rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and nw i laugh at this. HA! u know when u were in that situation at that instance, is like u just went temporarily insane. u couldn't see. u didn't want to see. just imagine the tons of emotions spared in agony if someone had told me 'he's just not that into you.. move on.. or at least used the fuck-care attitude on him!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it works! just 2 weeks ago, my friend was sharing with me about how her co-worker was giving her the 'blow hot-cold' attitude. both of them had been verbal-flirting - like the guy making use of his drunken-stupor state asking her 'what do u think of being my gf?' 'would u ever consider me?' 'do u mind me being younger than u' blah blah.. and so all these sent my interested friend in confusion.. and when girls are in confusion, they are like mathematicians, formulating many possible, impossible formulae, equating a reason for his every action. like my friend saying 'maybe he is afriad to commit coz he is younger? he feels intimidated by my position? his esteem is low? that's why he didn't dare profess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listened patiently, empathetically waiting for a chance to struck!!! HA HA HA! im not sadist or gloating lah! WL! so i told her sincerely 'maybe he's just not that into you?' he's young, he's outspoken, he tickles u every now n then with his childish flirts, WHY DO U THINK HE HASN'T THE COURAGE TO BE WITH YOU? i'm sure he isn't thinking of marriage so why the scare of commitment?! what commitment is there to think abt?????! just a simple BGR relationship first leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately she gave me an agreeing nod!!!!!!!!SEE! yes, she may not be withdrawing from this young chap any sooner, but will engage in an 曖昧 mode, abit of guessing game here and there, abit of time wasted, abit of flirting etc.. but at least i can say - the damage will be minimised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read that if you start a relationship somewhat being negative or pessimistic, it does not hurt if it indeed blossoms. on the contrary, if you are so full of hope and read too much into it, and later to have the guy disappear on u, it kills so much that a hole must be dugged up immediately for some real, serious hibernation. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..to be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1865371149490096243?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1865371149490096243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1865371149490096243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1865371149490096243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1865371149490096243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/03/shopaholic-sucks-to-max-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-1632930491799550178</id><published>2009-03-17T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:34:20.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;he's JuSt noT tHat InTo U...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...shall share my thoughts soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1632930491799550178?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1632930491799550178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1632930491799550178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1632930491799550178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1632930491799550178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-just-not-that-into-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-2492261980507329229</id><published>2009-02-09T00:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:08:13.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lately i just wana minimize noise. the best 'hanging out activity' is thus movie watching. anyway. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SY8JwvjuPnI/AAAAAAAABEk/3Ubu6aJWo6w/s1600-h/img_changeling%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300466019443031666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SY8JwvjuPnI/AAAAAAAABEk/3Ubu6aJWo6w/s400/img_changeling%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is right now my fav movie for the year. speaking of which, the year has passed 1.5/12 mths already. chilling. ooo... and so i totally enjoy stories depicting the realities of life like social issues, social stigma, and best still, history. changeling brings out the story of an american mother who fights her way through to locate her lost son, who went missing mysteriously, against all adversities in the 1930s. a person with that amount of fighting spirit calls for much respect and admiration indeed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SY8Jrs3L3gI/AAAAAAAABEc/YHlG13DnEfg/s1600-h/AWEW%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300465932820012546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SY8Jrs3L3gI/AAAAAAAABEc/YHlG13DnEfg/s400/AWEW%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grrrr.. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="p" href="http://www.google.com.hk/search?hl=zh-TW&amp;amp;oq=na+men&amp;amp;ei=mA-PSbv5JcPDkAW0_ZmqDA&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=pinyin&amp;amp;resnum=0&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;q=%E7%B4%8D%E6%82%B6&amp;amp;spell=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;納悶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;! grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SY8Jcpjlj1I/AAAAAAAABEU/qna2k-F80lg/s1600-h/Bride-Wars-Keyart%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300465674234466130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SY8Jcpjlj1I/AAAAAAAABEU/qna2k-F80lg/s400/Bride-Wars-Keyart%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i really think this movie is darn hilarious and ..oooohhhhh...sooooo sweet =) haha at least it livened up my mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;weekends are always so short and in a blink of an eye, i'm gonna be tormented again. on the positive side though, it's actually MUTUAL TORMENT! haha. bite me!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-2492261980507329229?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2492261980507329229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=2492261980507329229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2492261980507329229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2492261980507329229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/02/lately-i-just-wana-minimize-noise.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SY8JwvjuPnI/AAAAAAAABEk/3Ubu6aJWo6w/s72-c/img_changeling%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-6040067897285056054</id><published>2009-02-05T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:02:59.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;very simply put, i think my entire world is just rubbish.. akin to a cockroach in a dustbin. "don't freaking throw nonsense right at my face!!" damn it! damn! ... damn! things just go wrong uncontrollably. i bet some demons are really, really manipulating my life happily right now making me more dead than alive. utterly absurb! totally laughable! outrageous! preposterous! nb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-6040067897285056054?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6040067897285056054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=6040067897285056054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6040067897285056054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6040067897285056054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-simply-put-i-think-my-entire-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-581191607419136675</id><published>2009-02-01T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:34:52.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;come any interesting job with reasonable pay, i will jump at it. a simple sentence it seems but a tough task it is. alright, alright.. come a job, i will take! that's how much i want to leave. leave this blood-sucking organization. talked abt the many career aspirations we had in sch, this is reality. ..and i shouldn't whine, shouldn't grumble? ..coz ppl out there are saying unanimously "count your blessings you are still under payroll!" knn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gd or bad, the show must go on. i wish and i hope at end day, my audience will applaud heartily or best still give me a standing ovation for a job well done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-581191607419136675?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/581191607419136675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=581191607419136675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/581191607419136675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/581191607419136675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/02/come-any-interesting-job-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-7982344860487335575</id><published>2009-01-27T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T03:15:34.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this cny isn't pleasant. thgs that happened yest set me pondering if i had ever committed this kinda mistake before. alright, very likely so.. over the yrs, i've learnt to keep my cool a great deal. when there's tension, i will try to keep my bloody mouth shut! unless that person is darn irritating whom i reckon falling out with him/her heads-on won't cause any effect on me. im really thinking very seriously these 2 days on what is it so serious that can make u so pissed on eve of cny that u decide to give us the silent treatment. what???! was it the comment i've made? or somethg that u saw? c'mon this is cny period - think of the big picture. ur mood is affecting and 'dragging down' everyone's. what's the point? so everyone is unhappy now. is this what u want to see? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-7982344860487335575?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7982344860487335575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=7982344860487335575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7982344860487335575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7982344860487335575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-cny-isnt-pleasant.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-5272857170456522975</id><published>2009-01-27T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:51:57.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SX4GC8cVhkI/AAAAAAAABD0/oGc3oVZIn9g/s1600-h/217340%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295676859488765506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SX4GC8cVhkI/AAAAAAAABD0/oGc3oVZIn9g/s400/217340%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oorrhhh......... soo sweet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-5272857170456522975?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5272857170456522975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=5272857170456522975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5272857170456522975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5272857170456522975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/01/oorrhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SX4GC8cVhkI/AAAAAAAABD0/oGc3oVZIn9g/s72-c/217340%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-3191090949866987891</id><published>2009-01-12T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:36:58.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;goodness! what can i say more to show my disgust, horror, disturbance and shock after watching the little nyonya final chapter. mediacorp shld hv just leave the final epi as that. period. waste of qi yuwu, jeanette and the crew's time and effort. waste 3min of airtime. goodness, gracious me! that final chap merely explained why yue niang chose to leave chen xi which we, smart audience, already understand. why explain? is like trying to explain a 'cold joke' right after saying it! get what i mean? what a black mark for the entire gd production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red cliff 2 is superb! the art of war is terrific. i might hv the impulse to read 三國演義! ha~ and my fav is 赵子龙 keke.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-3191090949866987891?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3191090949866987891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=3191090949866987891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3191090949866987891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3191090949866987891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodness-what-can-i-say-more-to-show-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-8944487575889703702</id><published>2009-01-05T18:58:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:23:30.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ever since im in facebook, i find it a drag to post pics in my blog. why the double work? haha hence this explains why i didnt blog abt the x'mas, new yr gatherings etc. haha maybe i will juz post a pic or 2 so as to pacify the gers =) keke! .. and also as claimed by them, my blog will allow them to 'refer to' as yrs go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;so the first x'mas celebration was at hy's plc which is really well-furnished, simple and cosy. the only drawback though was it's at BOON LAY! the other side of the mrt track. well just have to get used to the fact that not every friend stays in the east ahha. amazingly, yours truly rejected cat n sor's offer to share a cab there tgt. i took train. come chinese garden station, i almost vommited due to lack of blood circulation. it was sure fun with 'dress code', jayden and all the gers of coz. not to mention food which we had a turkey which looked like a BOMBSHELL! come to think of it, it's damn hard which im sure can seriously knock someone out! the best dish was prepared by ah bee! CURRY! gd stuff! the finale was the 'animal game' which was hilarious esp sor's 'por por keh - chix action' and the suayness of her 'conveniently passing all her cards to me!' lousy player! haa. cape 7 sux by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWHtEP0bBlI/AAAAAAAABAk/UP-1iWjB2nM/s1600-h/n796984337_1769063_8432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287768094731339346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWHtEP0bBlI/AAAAAAAABAk/UP-1iWjB2nM/s400/n796984337_1769063_8432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWHs-RCD0rI/AAAAAAAABAc/OFcFdTaepzQ/s1600-h/n536478411_1266398_1023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287767991977759410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWHs-RCD0rI/AAAAAAAABAc/OFcFdTaepzQ/s400/n536478411_1266398_1023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWHszo0vL1I/AAAAAAAABAM/iN5vdK-8Ln4/s1600-h/n536478411_1266406_2905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287767809385770834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWHszo0vL1I/AAAAAAAABAM/iN5vdK-8Ln4/s400/n536478411_1266406_2905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWHsuEuJPvI/AAAAAAAABAE/KSE8eeTHD4o/s1600-h/n536478411_1266388_1493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287767713795096306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWHsuEuJPvI/AAAAAAAABAE/KSE8eeTHD4o/s400/n536478411_1266388_1493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWH-aZMScqI/AAAAAAAABA0/VxiF60vpnyU/s1600-h/n796984337_1769065_638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287787166902153890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWH-aZMScqI/AAAAAAAABA0/VxiF60vpnyU/s400/n796984337_1769065_638.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X'Mas eve was held at law's place with the usual 'piggings'. then proceeded on to watch Australia. seriously i find this show is nice with the kinda classic background which i sure like akin to pride and prejudice. the rest didnt agree haha! iris would rather watch twilight twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i attended a wedding during this x'mas season too! my ex-br collx - gluttony michele! we were darn late. first time in my life, bride called me just before marching in exclaiming 'where the hell' was i! haaa. i tried asking her to march in later and wait for me but failed!! the funniest thg was james was the ONLY one sitting at the table!! how malu can that be? everyone was wondering, this guy damn poor thg, sitting and eating alone! hilarious! anyway it was a sweet, sweet dinner! am happy for her seriously. recalling hw messy and blur she used to b - she's someone's wife nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWICZAABoLI/AAAAAAAABB0/1p4gA0mkKxk/s1600-h/27122008227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287791541006475442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWICZAABoLI/AAAAAAAABB0/1p4gA0mkKxk/s400/27122008227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWICTQmTbXI/AAAAAAAABBs/zv5P-5QGHrA/s1600-h/27122008225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287791442382777714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWICTQmTbXI/AAAAAAAABBs/zv5P-5QGHrA/s400/27122008225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWICMhcTUrI/AAAAAAAABBk/SXb6AE9vmJI/s1600-h/27122008229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287791326645146290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWICMhcTUrI/AAAAAAAABBk/SXb6AE9vmJI/s400/27122008229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWICC4D5fdI/AAAAAAAABBc/G8tsc7KOZB4/s1600-h/27122008230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287791160918113746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWICC4D5fdI/AAAAAAAABBc/G8tsc7KOZB4/s400/27122008230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIB6758I4I/AAAAAAAABBU/b0Qgev4ODLg/s1600-h/27122008224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287791024511132546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIB6758I4I/AAAAAAAABBU/b0Qgev4ODLg/s400/27122008224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIB0WkOmbI/AAAAAAAABBM/-Oo14uh71x0/s1600-h/27122008222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287790911408740786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIB0WkOmbI/AAAAAAAABBM/-Oo14uh71x0/s400/27122008222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIBupGXJKI/AAAAAAAABBE/YgU1WWexECI/s1600-h/27122008223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287790813304530082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIBupGXJKI/AAAAAAAABBE/YgU1WWexECI/s400/27122008223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIBnCL7MUI/AAAAAAAABA8/ojRVXbxZn5I/s1600-h/27122008218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287790682599797058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIBnCL7MUI/AAAAAAAABA8/ojRVXbxZn5I/s400/27122008218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, had another x'mas dinner. was held at aqua marine. i swear i went broke on all these dinners! this buffet plus champagne cost us almost $100/pax. machiam like wedding dinner, isnt it? the seafood was sumptuous esp my fav OYSTERS! Ooohoo. sometimes i hate buffets. always feel bloated n fat after that! so the theme was again 'dressy' aiyo.. haaa. at first, we had decided no gift exchange was allowed as the dinner was freaking exp but then again we STILL BUY for each other! so sweet right? it all started when i forced jas to buy me Dan Brown's collection. hey for 4 books, they only cost $18plus! cheap right! so in turn she forced ooi to share with her! Sooo in order to 'reciprocate' jas, i bought her eyeliner which cost $19plus which consequently i forced ooi to share with me! hahaa so budget will b below 10 bucks! i bought ooi and queky hand cream! sooo the victim was actually queky who heard the 'wind' and proceeded to buy each one of us a customised plush toy! so conclusion: ooi was the FREE-RIDER! she's merely a SHARER! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIGvKorYVI/AAAAAAAABCM/V1sTSPdmamw/s1600-h/n533980002_1336502_3149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287796319864971602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIGvKorYVI/AAAAAAAABCM/V1sTSPdmamw/s400/n533980002_1336502_3149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIIQjHHb8I/AAAAAAAABDc/TN-BjUq3cLg/s1600-h/n533980002_1335182_9335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287797992882401218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIIQjHHb8I/AAAAAAAABDc/TN-BjUq3cLg/s400/n533980002_1335182_9335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIHOYtS7EI/AAAAAAAABDE/s69V866XISk/s1600-h/n533980002_1335183_74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287796856218381378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIHOYtS7EI/AAAAAAAABDE/s69V866XISk/s400/n533980002_1335183_74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIHlhSOR2I/AAAAAAAABDU/KmHG9ISr_6k/s1600-h/n533980002_1336163_804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287797253657741154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIHlhSOR2I/AAAAAAAABDU/KmHG9ISr_6k/s400/n533980002_1336163_804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIHKv3EciI/AAAAAAAABC8/tQsM8lp6ogM/s1600-h/n533980002_1336153_4519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287796793713914402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIHKv3EciI/AAAAAAAABC8/tQsM8lp6ogM/s400/n533980002_1336153_4519.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this sign is getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIG_X0z2tI/AAAAAAAABCs/LF3HPkuybpo/s1600-h/n533980002_1336248_1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287796598283426514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIG_X0z2tI/AAAAAAAABCs/LF3HPkuybpo/s400/n533980002_1336248_1728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIG77ULEVI/AAAAAAAABCk/CNw2YU8SHbY/s1600-h/n533980002_1336409_1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287796539090735442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIG77ULEVI/AAAAAAAABCk/CNw2YU8SHbY/s400/n533980002_1336409_1557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIG3yGsWPI/AAAAAAAABCc/k043o4qcr4o/s1600-h/n533980002_1336413_4154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287796467898800370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIG3yGsWPI/AAAAAAAABCc/k043o4qcr4o/s400/n533980002_1336413_4154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIGzmMKn7I/AAAAAAAABCU/huL_mg-6_S8/s1600-h/n533980002_1336498_8719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287796395981053874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIGzmMKn7I/AAAAAAAABCU/huL_mg-6_S8/s400/n533980002_1336498_8719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIGqOGZrHI/AAAAAAAABCE/2zdhWLXaXzs/s1600-h/n533980002_1336510_8419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287796234895600754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIGqOGZrHI/AAAAAAAABCE/2zdhWLXaXzs/s400/n533980002_1336510_8419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIGlSJU1uI/AAAAAAAABB8/V08k4VFmAXY/s1600-h/n533980002_1336514_3516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287796150082262754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWIGlSJU1uI/AAAAAAAABB8/V08k4VFmAXY/s400/n533980002_1336514_3516.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally on 31st dec, had lunch with jas n sharon to 'sum up' for the entire yr haha. at ding tai feng. my new yr eve night was spent at east coast. there were really alot alot of ppl camping down there! goodness. cant even find a spot to rest our feet. that night, there were many stars in the sky. that's sure a gd sight to end the yr definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-8944487575889703702?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8944487575889703702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=8944487575889703702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8944487575889703702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8944487575889703702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2009/01/ever-since-im-in-facebook-i-find-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SWHtEP0bBlI/AAAAAAAABAk/UP-1iWjB2nM/s72-c/n796984337_1769063_8432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-1527917488941340420</id><published>2008-12-31T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:18:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;enya never fails to captivate me. since 11yrs ago when i chanced upon her song 'anywhere is' - that's it! i still remember i was doing my holiday job after 'O' levels haa. i would listen to her cd everyday. the album released then was 'paint the sky with stars'. until now, im still sticking with enya and sarah brightman. while they never seem to age, im already not a teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past 1 week had been rather busy and in a bit, we'll be entering 2009. back in yr 1999 when millenium was due, have u guys ever wondered how's it like in 2009? or were u guys thinking that'll be another 10yrs - that's still so far away.. i bet so. that's a decade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im formally going to think 'what will it be like in year 2019?' i'll be 38 yrs old. the very thought of it is already sending shivers down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... will i have a career and not a job?&lt;br /&gt;... will i be happily married or not at all?&lt;br /&gt;... will i be a mother?&lt;br /&gt;... will i be having friends whom i have now?&lt;br /&gt;... will i be happy?&lt;br /&gt;... will i be faithful to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright this is getting 'heavy'.. read on.. for light-hearted pieces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... who will be jay's wife?&lt;br /&gt;... will sammi reconcile with andy?&lt;br /&gt;... will andy lau acknowledge his wife?&lt;br /&gt;... will jeanette aw be the new ah-jie? (yours truly is currently hooked to little nyonya and had just finished the entire series today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lah boliao. gd night. whatever will be, will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1527917488941340420?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1527917488941340420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1527917488941340420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1527917488941340420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1527917488941340420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/12/enya-never-fails-to-captivate-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-7350395023367808192</id><published>2008-12-16T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:17:25.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;perhaps 20yrs later, i would look back my blog entries and shake my head away.. and i'm almost certain with lips spread =) surely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-7350395023367808192?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-19990644.post-6538400977823915436</id><published>2008-12-15T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:09:19.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;people have stories behind, even if it's just an old, tattered book tucked in the corner of a tall book shelf. though soon... it's gonna be dirty, smelly, shunned by passerbys, then it became a legacy, history and over time, it became non-existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people's color is orange, some blue, some red, some white, some black and some grey. what's urs? did u determine ur own color today? i didn't. others selfishly painted it for me and i pathetically took it. ..but most times i was the culprit to my own color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would a brick be happy as it is or would it be so as part of a building?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were sand and sea created to complement each other or just as apt apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rubber band might snap if it's holding tight, but it can't hold it all tgt otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-6538400977823915436?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6538400977823915436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=6538400977823915436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6538400977823915436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6538400977823915436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-have-stories-behind-even-if-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-6635224070696932853</id><published>2008-12-14T00:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:40:51.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've been to so many concerts and im darn impressed by andy's - not by his vocal nor performance but his fans. super SUPER full hse aside, his fans (including my sisters) are very obedient and onz! clapped, danced, screamed throughout. the crowd was very high and when u looked across the SEA OF LIGHTSTICKS, it was really beautiful. anyway even ah pei and ah ma stood up to support him. actually he's a very sincere performer, not like some others who came, sing abit here and there and left. he performed for 3 full hrs. sammi's was 2.5hrs and jielun, stefanie, faye, kylie's etc etc were all 2hrs. gosh! by the way i am just a participant haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SUPvyQOWdFI/AAAAAAAAAv8/scAGw1ADx-s/s1600-h/13122008204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279326834836010066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SUPvyQOWdFI/AAAAAAAAAv8/scAGw1ADx-s/s400/13122008204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SUPxYAxm-TI/AAAAAAAAAwM/pSj2_NYAD6U/s1600-h/13122008205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279328583035582770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SUPvyQOWdFI/AAAAAAAAAv8/scAGw1ADx-s/s72-c/13122008204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-2832069289441005942</id><published>2008-11-28T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:25:15.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;haizz.. my face is damn swollen nw. will it heal by sun? oh pls. my sis said i look like 包青天 coz of the tan. haha and u guys know faye wong's 紅豆 album? faye's makeup? a rosy tint of blusher across her cheeks!! freak! imagine that on a 包青天!?! how gross haa and to think i 'paraded' in suntec! and to think yl and cat didn't forewarn me??! and commented it's fine????!!! juz look like tanned!! what??!!!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-2832069289441005942?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' 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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-19990644.post-3288068233739617788</id><published>2008-11-27T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:43:28.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just can't believe that enya and sarah brightman launched new albums at the same time! i'm getting them later!! i have been waiting, waiting, waiting like forever. if only they can have concert here. i'll buy the most expensive tix!!! haha. and talking abt concert, yes! i fulfilled my wish to watch kylie - it was awesome, fantastic and everythg.. and everythg.. i totally enjoyed myself.. it was like a big-scale party and disco, luckily we were around 'happening' ppl, and yes (unfortunately/fortunately) ang mos and some faggots haha but they are fun peeps. those at the front, with the most exp tix (WL) - if im kylie, i'll be most sian! get what i mean? amg all the concerts i've watched, kylie's was one of the most enjoyable. and for an ang mo performer to dance and sing for 2 hrs, is really rare coz u know they are 'expensive' ppl so normally they'll just perform 1.5hrs and bye with no encore etc. she did mention previously due to her breasts cancer which caused the postponment, she felt bad hence she made up by performing longer for us, so sweet right? heard rihanna's wasn't fully packed and just lasted 1.5hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way bintan mayang sari was fun too! one paiseh thingy happened, i seasick on the route back - i vommited! aiyo haha. damn disgusting... and yah.. lousy.. but great place to wine and dine, and suntan and swim and rot and stone and sleep.. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year is coming to an end. hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-3288068233739617788?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-19990644.post-1887691923084903771</id><published>2008-11-18T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:25:27.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes, im gg to bintan tomorrow morning. bringing my books, MP3, DS Lite, sun block, swim suit etc to have a real sunny holiday! haven't been to such break for a long time. is always shopping or eating trips abroad. bet we'll hv lotsa wine and dine too. yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for many who sms me to find out if i gana the big 'R'! haha the ans is no, though i don't mind getting it instead of my colleague. i can instantly feel her relief haaa. GET WHAT I MEAN? all the stupid saga happening right now?! irritating. anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved aunt left us last fri night. im kinda lost for words. bemused. enough is enough. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1887691923084903771?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1887691923084903771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1887691923084903771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1887691923084903771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1887691923084903771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-im-gg-to-bintan-tomorrow-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-911666974759062879</id><published>2008-11-13T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:32:24.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;which love language do u speak? there are altogether 5 of them. take the short quiz to find out urs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i feel especially loved when people express how grateful they are for me, and for the simple, everyday things i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i feel especially loved when a person gives me undivided attention and spends time alone with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i feel especially loved by someone who brings me gifts and other tangible expressions of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i feel especially loved when someone pitches in to help me, perhaps by running errands or taking on my household chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i feel especially loved when a person expresses feelings for me through physical contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: dr. chapman&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/19990644-911666974759062879?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/911666974759062879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=911666974759062879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/911666974759062879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/911666974759062879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/11/which-love-language-do-u-speak-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-1996097615407929304</id><published>2008-11-04T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:47:16.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have i told you lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have I told you lately that I love you&lt;br /&gt;have I told you there's no one else above you&lt;br /&gt;fill my heart with gladness&lt;br /&gt;take away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the morning sun in all it's glory&lt;br /&gt;greets the day with hope and comfort too&lt;br /&gt;you fill my life with laughter&lt;br /&gt;and somehow you make it better&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;there's a love that's divine&lt;br /&gt;and it's yours and it's mine like the sun&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;we should give thanks and pray&lt;br /&gt;to the one, to the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have I told you lately that I love you&lt;br /&gt;have I told you there's no one else above you&lt;br /&gt;fill my heart with gladness&lt;br /&gt;take away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a love that's divine&lt;br /&gt;and it's yours and it's mine like the sun&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;we should give thanks and pray&lt;br /&gt;to the one, to the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have I told you lately that I love you&lt;br /&gt;have I told you there's no one else above you&lt;br /&gt;you fill my heart with gladness&lt;br /&gt;take away my sadness&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;take away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;fill my life with gladness&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;take away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;fill my life with gladness&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1996097615407929304?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1996097615407929304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1996097615407929304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1996097615407929304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1996097615407929304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-i-told-you-lately-have-i-told-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-2420143309776774005</id><published>2008-10-28T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:16:44.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;like sor, i can shoot myself in the head being online in the wee hrs of the morning.. and having an apptm tomorrow in thomson.. and i actually forgot if it is at 10am or 11am hence i have to go back br and check the time when i can actually leave from hm. anyway it must have been the double shot vanilla latte that caused my eyes to be real big nw! juz nw at fancl, i was shopping for 'tense-up' when the salesgirl was puzzled why we needed that as she thought we were 21 yrs old. with that, thumbs-up to her =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hw i wish the world will just come to a stop, let me rest or give me the luxury to stay in bemusement for just a bit. yes, i do want to hide in my own space and sulk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.... it's gonna b business as usual tomorrow.. gd or bad, the show must go on. how i hate this reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-2420143309776774005?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2420143309776774005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=2420143309776774005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2420143309776774005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2420143309776774005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-sor-i-can-shoot-myself-in-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-7996373602804039727</id><published>2008-10-26T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:37:26.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fri wasn't a planned shopping and yet could forget the time and shopped till 9pm+ before heading for dinner. this 'exercise' is amazing; can make ppl forget hunger =) and yet finally at MOS, i was deprived of a yummy drumstick argh! my fav! anyway yest had a hearty bbq dinner at ex-boss's new hse with sumptuous seafood of hotel standard. cool. tomorrow gg for my weekly exercise regime. yes, i do exercise alright. i swim and i jog, so ms cat - don't belittle me k! ps: the green tea is nt bad. it'll be fabulous if i can sample the collagen too haha. i also wana get younger. i'll b upfront. ppl can say im fat. ugly. short. all these i can 忍 and just 暗地裡不爽 and 討厭 this person but i tell u my 死穴 is when ppl said i look older than my age. i will *&amp;^%$%#$!! ok, get it? ppl with kids - don't ever ask your children to address me as 'aunty'. 我會極度討厭你.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-7996373602804039727?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7996373602804039727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=7996373602804039727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7996373602804039727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7996373602804039727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/fri-wasnt-planned-shopping-and-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-4244045810515950512</id><published>2008-10-14T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:10:39.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today my dear colli freaking mc again, on a monday! Then again u hv medical cert to show, u win already k. so like a mad woman today served so many cx and only gt to eat till 3plus when law came with bk. However e most irritating thg that happened today was when a fat and ugly agent came in with her cx to ask abt her cx's investments. As soon as she stepped in, she was sarcastic saying 'u mean the whole bank only gt one rm?' straight away I turned away and talked to the cx. Nb damn rude. U r in my territory and u r nt even my cx, talked to me this way?! As i was checking the syst, she kept on shaking her head don't know for what F. I'm sure a lot of them r gloating over banks' plight taking opportunity to sway cx over but come on lah do it with dignity and grace can? We r ok with sharing cx yah?? Don't try to act smart too ok? We know more than u definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-4244045810515950512?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4244045810515950512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=4244045810515950512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4244045810515950512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4244045810515950512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-my-dear-colli-freaking-mc-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-7967091237951140331</id><published>2008-10-13T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:15:21.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went for a late night jog just nw after a looong, looooong time. my stamina sux big time!.. and i thought my heart was gonna freaking BOUNCE out, that's how bad my form is. anyways i wanted to blog abt this.. i always have the habit of inserting some money into my track shoes so i can go petrol kiosks to buy some drinks, snacks or newspapers.. so today as usual i put $10 underneath my foot. when i was nearing the kiosk, i couldn't find my note! wtf! it must have 'wriggled out' when i was huffing and puffing. damn sian... but i super 'buay song' don't wana some random 路人 to 撿便宜! so i walked back the route. there was one indian walking ahead of me, so my natural instinct was to go in front of him. GD THING I DID THAT! coz some ten steps later, i found the red note lying on the floor. i was soooo glad! keke i found my money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys read the news of the mini-stike at hong lim?! haizz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-7967091237951140331?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7967091237951140331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=7967091237951140331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7967091237951140331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7967091237951140331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/went-for-late-night-jog-just-nw-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-5153928393396297744</id><published>2008-10-11T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:56:17.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes, my old, sleek motorola phone was criticized by ms sor as being the most 'orbit' model around at yesterday's battle of hp gathering. haha seemed like everyone's into 'touch-screen' hp esp I-Phone.. but you know due to my sophisticated, unique taste, I don't like to keep up with the joneses. I shall keep to my Qwerty phone =P though like i always say I-phone is like a box of choco keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SPDCJAtS8jI/AAAAAAAAAv0/YMnMdIjTxlE/s1600-h/hp2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255914225205965362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SPDCJAtS8jI/AAAAAAAAAv0/YMnMdIjTxlE/s400/hp2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so yesterday was full of laughter as usual. yu, not being able to attend was the focus of our gossiping session. like how she can still pull a long, black face even when she turned up late. she always win haha. so what does this mean? "if you don't want to be the focal point of gossips, please turn up for gatherings." however, though i was present, oh as well as sor, we were still being bombarded right in the face of what we had done many yrs back. like sor wearing weird-coloured tappered jeans with reebok sports shoes, GOSH! that's gonna be her fashion killer now i guess - PS: tappered jeans IS NOT skinnys alright, yucks. seriously i really cannot remember her helping us buy lunch in schs. i can only remember vividly that's jas and sharon who were doing that all the time but she insisted.. what can we say? .. and yes, yl, i admit i looked like a malay yrs back.. i will never forget the incident when i went mkt and ordered 'kickapo', the aunty answered me in malay. wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the finale of the night ended with cat and i met with a traffic accident. cat had just alighted from the cab. a few secs later, i heard a damn loud, screeching sound and i thought that came from the opposite direction.. then the taxi uncle looked at the rearview mirror and said rather calmly 'WAH! SPEEDING' and suddenly my cab was BANGED from behind. surprisingly, the impact wasn't great, i just felt a jerk from behind. the van who banged into us was in smokes and dripping. we even thought it would explode haha. i thought nthg of it but cat highlighted that we were damn 'heng' and have gd karma coz i could have flown out of the cab as i didn't put on the seat belt and if she had stepped out of the car 5s later and was halfway out when it banged, wonder what will happen to her too. anyways we are just blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-5153928393396297744?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5153928393396297744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=5153928393396297744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5153928393396297744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5153928393396297744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-my-old-sleek-motorola-phone-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SPDCJAtS8jI/AAAAAAAAAv0/YMnMdIjTxlE/s72-c/hp2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-6670096403042544319</id><published>2008-10-05T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:15:45.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have to vent it out. i have had enough of ang mos. i SERIOUSLY feel they shld be CONFINED within the tv box or movie screens. i mean, yes, they are gd looking, VERY GD EYE CANDIES, and i love hollywood movies. however to be honest, the actual interactions with them kill me! perhaps im stereotyping or simply 'suay' to meet problematic ones. i SERIOUSLY feel they have this superiority complex that ppl of the yellow-skinned have to do their biddings. c'mon, u are in my country, so u all jolly well ADAPT to our systems. i have had enough hearing of -- "THIS IS RIDICULOUS! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!" ridiculous ur head. u know our culture embraces systems, procedures and regulations. this is an unchangeable fact. when we freaking need ur documents for checking, PLS bloodyhell present them! many a times, they expect to be treated like VIPs, i guess they are spoilt in an asian country. in general, ppl 'look up' to them. the general opinion of them - rich, professionals, expats, high-class.. hence the reason probably why they are demanding. of coz, i met some humble souls too whom are indeed pleasant and easy-going to work with. they are appreciative of your efforts and not taking thgs for granted. however... nowadays when i sense their presence near me, i start to get pek cek. well anyways.. bear in mind while u guys are saying the 'ridiculous' thingy over and over again and again... I AM TOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-6670096403042544319?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6670096403042544319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=6670096403042544319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6670096403042544319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6670096403042544319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-to-vent-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-295743901309066117</id><published>2008-10-05T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:05:25.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SOjJSJMsd4I/AAAAAAAAAvs/Iv0gdABiD-g/s1600-h/501317%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253670278871676802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SOjJSJMsd4I/AAAAAAAAAvs/Iv0gdABiD-g/s400/501317%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I PREFER THIS!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still prefer the musical play of mamma mia. u know the kinda blasting music LIVE! the performers dancing and singing on stage - looks more spontaneous and real. every scene is concentrated on the stage. it gets the mood going. it just makes me want to watch it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i agree with yl that pierce brosnan shld leave our impression of him as strictly 007. though i really find him MAN. haaha. having him singing and dancing away is really out of the fantasy. the character i like best is tanya and that's it. for the show, i find it somehow a bit 'scattered', jumping from scene to scene quite abruptly. for the musical part, i feel that it is not quite natural, it's like the singers sing coz they know they shld be singing during that scene. anyways.. it's worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, for phantom, i prefer the movie version. keke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-295743901309066117?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/295743901309066117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=295743901309066117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/295743901309066117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/295743901309066117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-prefer-this-i-still-prefer-musical.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SOjJSJMsd4I/AAAAAAAAAvs/Iv0gdABiD-g/s72-c/501317%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-4648995800325110700</id><published>2008-09-28T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:06:12.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the following is interesting, read it somewhere.. remember in whatever predicament - IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the bed. It was addressed,"Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice -- even with all her piercings, tattoos, and her tight Motorcycle clothes.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not only the passion dad, she's pregnant and Joan said that we will be very happy. Even though you don't care for her as she is so much older than I, she already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Joan taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with her friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan can get better; she sure deserves it!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your son,&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk centre drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-4648995800325110700?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4648995800325110700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=4648995800325110700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4648995800325110700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4648995800325110700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-3154595866018125915</id><published>2008-09-27T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:40:32.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;jas sent me this set of pics yesterday whilst at work. i had been busy with the incessant 'enquiries' and bogged down by tons of 'latest' emails... until i saw those pics hhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. in 2002..&lt;br /&gt;we were merry-making at raffles city shopping centre promoting the latest OCBC-Robinsons credit card. doing the usual irritating stunt; intercepting shoppers and pushing the credit card RIGHT AT THEIR FACE! &lt;em&gt;'mdm, would you be interested in our latest credit card promo, free for the 1st yr.. blah..blah..'&lt;/em&gt; damn annoying.. haha =P ..........and suddenly, we spotted a big grp of ppl. by a closer look, we saw lydia sum and zhang yong quan, and the rest i believe were lydia's assistants. being thick-skinned, we walked up and requested a pic tgt. lydia was all smiles and obliged willingly. that was really nice of her, we thought. she looked pleasant. the impression she portrayed was always like a 'da jie' - cool, bold and aboveboard. she seemed unbeatable having weathered so many adversities all on her own. until one day, a 'thief' came silently to rob her health and snatch away her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SN40SK3NLwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/l588UR9Spmk/s1600-h/lydia+sum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250691702318771970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SN40SK3NLwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/l588UR9Spmk/s320/lydia+sum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 2 taken in KL; totally no recollection of these pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SN40X9O1nMI/AAAAAAAAAvM/aEk9tTJiFY0/s1600-h/kl-2002-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250691801739009218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SN40X9O1nMI/AAAAAAAAAvM/aEk9tTJiFY0/s320/kl-2002-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SN40b049uQI/AAAAAAAAAvU/nNV0cl948To/s1600-h/kl-2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250691868219259138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SN40b049uQI/AAAAAAAAAvU/nNV0cl948To/s320/kl-2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-3154595866018125915?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3154595866018125915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=3154595866018125915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3154595866018125915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3154595866018125915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/09/jas-sent-me-this-set-of-pics-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SN40SK3NLwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/l588UR9Spmk/s72-c/lydia+sum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-4603306674132182059</id><published>2008-09-11T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:38:26.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im supposed to be in bangkok today but due to the once again rioting and stiking over there, i have to cancel it. changed the tix to KL in dec with lotsa massages and spas. didn't cancel my leave as i'm more than happy to be away from office and the 'senile, kia-see, stupid, jumpy' loser boss. mkt is bad, customers complained - these wouldn't drive me mad. his incessant jitters, naggings annoy me, TORMENT me! so much so when i sense his presence some 100m away, i get irritated. i can't look straight in his eyes for more than 5s, i'll start to feel sorry for my sight. he's so disoriented and nerve-wreaked that whenever i hv an issue, i hesitate to inform him. i don't want to manage him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my corporate line rang twice early this morning at 9am. i thought is my client. i snapped and was fuming mad when i saw his name flashing on my hp. i didn't pick up. following is an sms - 'are u working on sat?' IS IT SO MUCH OF A REALLY IMPORTANT WORK ISSUE THAT U HAVE TO CALL EARLY IN THE MORNING ON MY LEAVE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for every single matter happening in the br, he has to 'cc' his boss. even for simple stuff like leave taking. freaking 58 yrs of age mgr, can't even handle your own br matters! he's as gd as impotent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(previous day 6pm) me: hi XX, tomorrow i have a medical apptm at 1130. I will be back asap.&lt;br /&gt;(next day morning) XX: br starts at 0815. raffles hospital is only 3 MRT stops away.&lt;br /&gt;(CC his boss! trying to sabo me isn't it?? coz he thought i was gg to hospital straight without gg to br)&lt;br /&gt;(same morning saw it FUMING MAD) me: i understand and i m in the br now working. that email was merely to inform u at 1130am today, i will be away for a while.&lt;br /&gt;(of coz i have to 'REPLY ALL')&lt;br /&gt;next moment he appeared in front of me. 'hey sorry, sorry i thought u were gg to hospital straightaway w/o coming in.' i really, really shouted 'NO!! I DIDN'T MENTION ANYWHERE IN THE EMAIL THAT I WASN'T COMING IN RIGHT???'&lt;br /&gt;then he 'ok, ok. come to my room'!!! talked to me nicely said he apologised and ending off with 'but actually your email was quite misleading'. WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i received an email right after, he 'REPLY ALL' - 'sorry. it was a misunderstanding. i apologise for the mistake'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T THIS TAKING SHIT AND APPLYING ON YOUR FACE????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-4603306674132182059?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4603306674132182059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=4603306674132182059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4603306674132182059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4603306674132182059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-supposed-to-be-in-bangkok-today-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-9096971299138174802</id><published>2008-09-01T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:23:55.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;being prideful, i 'confronted' my boss. i asked him NICELY if he did check on me. he said 'no'. well, word against word. so just let it rest then. i better remind myself not to let an insignificant person or a job affect my personal well-being. stress is the root of illness and disease. i better take care of myself. tomorrow, i'm gg to see a specialist to check out the bump behind my neck! hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah is coming back from states next week. kinda excited. we'll be gg bangkok tgt with lynn and my sis. should we go? the ppl there are gg on stikes. only phuket tix can be refunded. hopefully it's business as usual for most of the thais with a handful of radicals; at least still manageable for the military over there. otherwise it'll be quite dangerous. haha. i'm imagining it to be like 'hotel rwanda'. think too much lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big nephew is so cute. for 1 mth i didn't see him, he has already learnt to read simple eng sentences and read to me a complete story book! im so impressed. alright, i think he memorised for most words but 'WOW'! gd enough. this time around, he can correctly identify colours, numbers, animals, shapes..blah blah. WOW! WOW! WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my small nephew is more cheeky. he's an attention-seeker; we cannot be out of his sight - at any point in time he needs to see a person in front of him! he sure knows how to get his way - his biggest weapon -- shrieking loud cry! WL! can be angry and irritated with him but whenever he smilies, that's it! we wave the white flag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SLrRTTEOkQI/AAAAAAAAAu0/w9Vq_zYmCbw/s1600-h/17Feb08-12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240731245864718594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SLrRTTEOkQI/AAAAAAAAAu0/w9Vq_zYmCbw/s320/17Feb08-12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SLrTA2-pqMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZAUSuamSrk4/s1600-h/23Jul08-03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240733128110745794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SLrTA2-pqMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZAUSuamSrk4/s320/23Jul08-03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them both!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-9096971299138174802?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/9096971299138174802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=9096971299138174802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/9096971299138174802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/9096971299138174802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/09/being-prideful-i-confronted-my-boss.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SLrRTTEOkQI/AAAAAAAAAu0/w9Vq_zYmCbw/s72-c/17Feb08-12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-2749972802985409461</id><published>2008-08-28T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:21:35.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;seriously, im unhappy. in my job. with my new boss. i don't like it when ppl check on my activities. im anal in this respect. for every outbound apptm that i made, he would call the mgr of that particular br to check if i was really there. there is no trust. it reflects very badly on me. i can't be having my ex-collx at parkway calling me each and every time during my apptm saying my boss just called her. i feel that im fighting a losing battle. the feeling sux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-2749972802985409461?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2749972802985409461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=2749972802985409461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2749972802985409461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2749972802985409461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/08/seriously-im-unhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-8757132593819050759</id><published>2008-08-19T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:35:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;actually i would say 錢不夠用II is not bad. of coz, looking at movie critics, the ratings sux however, ultimately, it's all a matter of personal likes/dislikes. there is no benchmark to talk about. if ppl were to stubbornly compare this movie alongside those released from hollywood. i wouldn't say it's a fair game. is just like comparing a 3-rm flat to a bungalow but who will ever say a 3-rm flat is not for humans to live? the level of the game or the playing ground is totally different. strictly speaking, if we really want to place critics on this production, let's just look at the actors involved and the graphics. mark lee is always the ah beng and hui-ge is always the blur cock. if they are always playing themselves, they aren't acting, are they? correct me if i'm wrong. the motion pictures still look 'mouldy' truly reflecting it's a low cost production. the storyline still talks about what's happening socially. hence, jack neo's strongest link still wavers around social stigma. well, if the story sells, just stick to it, who cares? (if F4 can't sing, can't act, just be pretty boys and be present, i still love you guys - EXCLUDING ZHU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special mention to my personal favourite - the FAD washing powder aunty! she really made me '一把鼻涕, 一把眼淚'. she is like a typical mother in singapore. funny as well esp in one part - catch the movie for a gd laugh! only if u understand hokkien~ =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-8757132593819050759?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8757132593819050759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=8757132593819050759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8757132593819050759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8757132593819050759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/08/actually-i-would-say-ii-is-not-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-1465285718926159202</id><published>2008-08-16T21:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:49:05.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;溏心風暴之家好月圓 is fabulous =) i'm at epi9 going into the next disc later. pls watch. looking forward to the final match of table tennis between china and singapore. used to find fault with the fact that they are not 'home-grown' however i saw that alot of athletes representing their countries are not authentic 'home-grown' too, this is how the game is played, what's with the fuss manz! must watch!&lt;br /&gt;went with ooi to watch 蕭敬騰's mini concert at power station last sun. i'm not some crazy fan of his; just like his songs that's all. freaking 1hr only - sang 3 songs and played some childish games. lucky we took the opportunity to camwhore with the big posters there and had free flow of orange juice, or else boliao. look at the following pics - trying to act like his die-hard fans =) think hy's gonna envy haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SKbnm1OMCdI/AAAAAAAAAuk/fEE1HocXY2w/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235126271172413906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SKbnm1OMCdI/AAAAAAAAAuk/fEE1HocXY2w/s400/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SKbnVBUosbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/gb9jkufrfZs/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235125965183037874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SKbnVBUosbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/gb9jkufrfZs/s400/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SKbm_lf3QpI/AAAAAAAAAuU/kSGdEMuW9E0/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235125596936684178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SKbm_lf3QpI/AAAAAAAAAuU/kSGdEMuW9E0/s400/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SKbmXPIZKvI/AAAAAAAAAuM/c2auTuePOBk/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235124903737895666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SKbmXPIZKvI/AAAAAAAAAuM/c2auTuePOBk/s400/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SKbiHiMgOLI/AAAAAAAAAt8/CDMX1QWUPjM/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235120235930990770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SKbiHiMgOLI/AAAAAAAAAt8/CDMX1QWUPjM/s400/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at my armpit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1465285718926159202?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1465285718926159202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1465285718926159202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1465285718926159202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1465285718926159202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-fabulous-im-at-epi9-going-into-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SKbnm1OMCdI/AAAAAAAAAuk/fEE1HocXY2w/s72-c/DSC00974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-1597437303036494477</id><published>2008-08-16T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:42:14.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's been a while. tomorrow my boss will be flying off to taiwan as an expat. i've started to miss him since last week. ironic isn't it as u ppl will know i complained much abt him too. well, i guess it's really a love/hate working relationship with him. admittedly, he had spoilt us rotten for the past 1.5yrs! yah.. and we move on. sadly, my newly-transferred-over boss carries the traits i hate most in a boss. i refuse to think this is my just deserts.&lt;br /&gt;1. every morning, 830am SHARP, i expect an sms that reads - 'WRU'.&lt;br /&gt;2. every day, he will ask abt the same o/s over and over again like at least twice in a day whenever he remembers. o/s timeline is 30days and starting from the 3rd day he has been hounding me.&lt;br /&gt;3. went parkway for apptm, brought cx to yakun for coffee, he asked suspiciously - 'r u really at parkway br'? i'm guessing who is his mole!&lt;br /&gt;4. emailed and came personally and urgently to my cubicle asked me 'what's your extention number? i can't get through at all!' and i thought what the big deal is! how the hell would i know?! what's a company hp for??&lt;br /&gt;5. sms all SRMs think over the weekend how much revenue we can deliver for next 10 days. machiam like napoleon hill's book - THINK and grow rich. must think one meh this kinda thg? need to use one weekend to think meh? machiam think already will happen just like that.&lt;br /&gt;6. asked me why i always seem to 'siam' him BECAUSE whenever we walked past each other, he will "how? got sales? anythg? just now referral got closure" expects me to close deals every 30mins or what?? he even went to the extent of sms-ing me if i closed a random cx who walked into my cubicle for enquiry whom he happened to see! i was shocked to read his sms, i tell u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i shouldn't use my time and space to blog abt him, again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1597437303036494477?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1597437303036494477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1597437303036494477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1597437303036494477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1597437303036494477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-6176483017189342598</id><published>2008-08-03T20:51:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:03.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;celebrated jas, queky and ru's bday on 25th Jul. event held at goodwood park hotel; taiwan porridge buffet. i thought the food was quite gd =) anyways, it was a gathering cum HK trip debrief wahaha. oh yah not forgetting the durian puffs. for durians - ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! thereafter we proceeded to living room at marriott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWwPudnpNI/AAAAAAAAAt0/t4p5Ag2qKmY/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230280326477489362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWwPudnpNI/AAAAAAAAAt0/t4p5Ag2qKmY/s400/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;food postcard - friendly and proudly taken by sharon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWvueSSGrI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZLp8Z55B6S8/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230279755199290034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWvueSSGrI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZLp8Z55B6S8/s400/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isetan fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWvdMnhYUI/AAAAAAAAAtc/4XWPm72ppGE/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230279458398757186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWvdMnhYUI/AAAAAAAAAtc/4XWPm72ppGE/s400/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ntuc fan (coz aunty married already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWvMjkbz5I/AAAAAAAAAtU/W4YVFBmgjqM/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230279172502048658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWvMjkbz5I/AAAAAAAAAtU/W4YVFBmgjqM/s400/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; capitaland fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWu5ag3sBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/udSCvpmtiKk/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230278843653664786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWu5ag3sBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/udSCvpmtiKk/s400/DSC00939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we all know how to 'uglify' ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWuo6PTTNI/AAAAAAAAAtE/PnRNGXLaFsA/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230278560112135378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWuo6PTTNI/AAAAAAAAAtE/PnRNGXLaFsA/s400/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;money, money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWv_Cn5xfI/AAAAAAAAAts/9j01yEGX_Jk/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230280039831553522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWv_Cn5xfI/AAAAAAAAAts/9j01yEGX_Jk/s400/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;puffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWuW8ZtJJI/AAAAAAAAAs8/KUfdq4eN3dc/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230278251454997650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWuW8ZtJJI/AAAAAAAAAs8/KUfdq4eN3dc/s400/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; somebody's hair is falling apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWuB4LQZPI/AAAAAAAAAs0/8GHwJDWuhgM/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277889543398642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWuB4LQZPI/AAAAAAAAAs0/8GHwJDWuhgM/s400/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see???!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;貪吃!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWtwZXJ55I/AAAAAAAAAss/XMMozI_aXZE/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277589214029714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWtwZXJ55I/AAAAAAAAAss/XMMozI_aXZE/s400/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;decent one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWtgYdZ5hI/AAAAAAAAAsk/fv74PCN_ZUY/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277314093901330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWtgYdZ5hI/AAAAAAAAAsk/fv74PCN_ZUY/s400/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see so many monsters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWtQDeU5uI/AAAAAAAAAsc/IajWjcqxNaU/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277033582716642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWtQDeU5uI/AAAAAAAAAsc/IajWjcqxNaU/s400/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see the effects of diving and bumming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWsXzWLYMI/AAAAAAAAAsM/OrAZlM8vUVg/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230276067180896450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWsXzWLYMI/AAAAAAAAAsM/OrAZlM8vUVg/s400/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWr-772LeI/AAAAAAAAAsE/lex6qjHLbW8/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230275639989644770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWr-772LeI/AAAAAAAAAsE/lex6qjHLbW8/s400/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWrt48XveI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ukKxkzEGEyA/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230275347128761826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJWrt48XveI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ukKxkzEGEyA/s400/DSC00952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i need hair!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-6176483017189342598?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6176483017189342598/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-19990644.post-8549393710410909920</id><published>2008-08-02T23:06:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR8doiejfI/AAAAAAAAApk/l9rNvFfFUTk/s1600-h/DSC00839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229941915824066034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR8doiejfI/AAAAAAAAApk/l9rNvFfFUTk/s400/DSC00839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we're leaving today! see?! she bought the most! sharon and her greenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR8JMZTFUI/AAAAAAAAApc/4hE1BSUpTW0/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229941564671989058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR8JMZTFUI/AAAAAAAAApc/4hE1BSUpTW0/s400/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my pinkie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR7uban7HI/AAAAAAAAApU/poNFLdCQ4_4/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229941104847613042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR7uban7HI/AAAAAAAAApU/poNFLdCQ4_4/s400/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR7WAtpYOI/AAAAAAAAApM/sqIVHviIPYA/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229940685362782434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR7WAtpYOI/AAAAAAAAApM/sqIVHviIPYA/s400/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR7GohkeFI/AAAAAAAAApE/9SG53DVkbwU/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229940421171640402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR7GohkeFI/AAAAAAAAApE/9SG53DVkbwU/s400/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR62Mfv7nI/AAAAAAAAAo8/F8MWz31sHsA/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229940138769903218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR62Mfv7nI/AAAAAAAAAo8/F8MWz31sHsA/s400/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR6knA8qpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Nx1iAja99Z4/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229939836650826386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR6knA8qpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Nx1iAja99Z4/s400/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR6Tw45JXI/AAAAAAAAAos/xw7SoqbtZgM/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229939547243619698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR6Tw45JXI/AAAAAAAAAos/xw7SoqbtZgM/s400/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR5qzIYjJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Th5x_BQ0zTY/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229938843470826642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR5qzIYjJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Th5x_BQ0zTY/s400/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; somebody trying to 拉長 her body again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR5aTHNTLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/EVB5E_cDJEA/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229938559998053554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR5aTHNTLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/EVB5E_cDJEA/s400/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR4jL6QUII/AAAAAAAAAoM/6smhBjVd8rQ/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229937613171871874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR4jL6QUII/AAAAAAAAAoM/6smhBjVd8rQ/s400/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSBitaUxZI/AAAAAAAAAp0/0D8iO241AHY/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229947500589532562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSBitaUxZI/AAAAAAAAAp0/0D8iO241AHY/s400/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on our way makan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSCXdpa6ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/2n0etC6UpSk/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229948406890949010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSCXdpa6ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/2n0etC6UpSk/s400/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is a restaurant that served lousy food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSB_aWpsoI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VddYt_13bNo/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229947993690059394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSB_aWpsoI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VddYt_13bNo/s400/DSC00864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; really cannot make it.. 非常之難吃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSDuJ1Zr4I/AAAAAAAAAqk/XTy8DauqVGs/s1600-h/DSC00859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229949896221110146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSDuJ1Zr4I/AAAAAAAAAqk/XTy8DauqVGs/s400/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i ordered this 雲吞麵. all the servings were gd for 2 to share. 非常之難吃. the noodles were 'gluey' and the char siew were hard. yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSDUFGUbqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jlPNJXZqosY/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229949448273292962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSDUFGUbqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jlPNJXZqosY/s400/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sharon ordered this macaroni soup. no taste but she liked it. 非常之沒品味&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSC9QRsyFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tMLKijty6L8/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229949056136824914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSC9QRsyFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tMLKijty6L8/s400/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cher ordered this crispy noodles. 非常之難吃 too! look at the beef; looked as though they had been chilled in fridge for the past week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSEEg9IY-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/wxiAkAClTwU/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229950280384668642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSEEg9IY-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/wxiAkAClTwU/s400/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jas ordered this. the best of the worst! this is the restarant's 招牌. should have stuck to the recommendation and don't 'gey kiang'.. pork steamed rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSCnE3_EBI/AAAAAAAAAqM/g1hcBAkfrYs/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229948675119058962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSCnE3_EBI/AAAAAAAAAqM/g1hcBAkfrYs/s400/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyway we ate until very pek cek! only the 紅豆冰 was ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSA3g5KDxI/AAAAAAAAAps/KmEj04BI5f0/s1600-h/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229946758494818066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSA3g5KDxI/AAAAAAAAAps/KmEj04BI5f0/s400/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; post card; friendly shot by sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSFCnP2rAI/AAAAAAAAArE/41Bbf01dqLY/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229951347225701378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSFCnP2rAI/AAAAAAAAArE/41Bbf01dqLY/s400/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yupz, we went to 義順牛奶公司 again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSEreKqyjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/9rvxa-L_16o/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229950949651040818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSEreKqyjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/9rvxa-L_16o/s400/DSC00871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSSB7QD93I/AAAAAAAAAr0/uaRx9qh_MK0/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229965629066573682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSSB7QD93I/AAAAAAAAAr0/uaRx9qh_MK0/s400/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;babes, for love or labels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSGlRZghmI/AAAAAAAAArs/MMJzULkoPg8/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229953042167662178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSGlRZghmI/AAAAAAAAArs/MMJzULkoPg8/s400/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSGNzlbe2I/AAAAAAAAArk/LQgByIOv-p4/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229952639027608418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSGNzlbe2I/AAAAAAAAArk/LQgByIOv-p4/s400/DSC00912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSF796O6DI/AAAAAAAAArc/2D7yZJeG0LI/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229952332561573938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSF796O6DI/AAAAAAAAArc/2D7yZJeG0LI/s400/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSFm0IH8YI/AAAAAAAAArU/VR80dl8dWy0/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229951969158230402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSFm0IH8YI/AAAAAAAAArU/VR80dl8dWy0/s400/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSFXg-ZbII/AAAAAAAAArM/MQQPYoUJI64/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229951706319121538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJSFXg-ZbII/AAAAAAAAArM/MQQPYoUJI64/s400/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;周生生 was everywhere haaaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's all, folks! the trip ended amiably with no major quarrels. some disagreements were present but were resolved by some shoutings and starings. hence, no bad blood. looking forward to the next trip =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-8549393710410909920?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJR8doiejfI/AAAAAAAAApk/l9rNvFfFUTk/s72-c/DSC00839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-7909080501060575266</id><published>2008-08-02T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:06:04.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;think i super 'pu zua' aka heaty. thur night had an intoxicating dinner, and the effects were real fast, right after dinner, i had ulcers and toothache and am still suffering now. the combination of crabs, kfc, pizza, durian, cake and coke. actually the steamed crabs were quite tasty, home-maded hence the standard was above avg, but ek said he was super poisoned by them, he felt super bo ho seh after that haa. nontheless, happie bday, may! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-7909080501060575266?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7909080501060575266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=7909080501060575266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7909080501060575266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7909080501060575266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/08/think-i-super-pu-zua-aka-heaty.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-395219656613681201</id><published>2008-08-01T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:55:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;本小姐 recently learned alot of cantonese phrases after my HK trip and also read their 八卦雜誌. one adjective super describes me and that is... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;麒麟臂&lt;/span&gt;!!! ok, enough said. 無奈地去睡覺了! 晚安! gotta work tomorrow, the very thought of it makes me nauseous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-395219656613681201?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/395219656613681201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=395219656613681201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/395219656613681201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/395219656613681201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/08/recently-learned-alot-of-cantonese.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-2097529142501646360</id><published>2008-08-01T01:06:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:11.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHz78RyYoI/AAAAAAAAAms/esxUH4LJc0k/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229228853472420482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHz78RyYoI/AAAAAAAAAms/esxUH4LJc0k/s400/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;welcome to gourmet chiu @ HK again. this is the famous authentic and cheap 'yam cha' restaurant - 莲香楼 @ 中环威靈頓街160-164號. we were like fugitives - no fight, no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH0L5Op37I/AAAAAAAAAm0/zrmx6vSNubM/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229229127531880370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH0L5Op37I/AAAAAAAAAm0/zrmx6vSNubM/s400/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; traditional 喜餅. the boxes are so pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHx4DA5HpI/AAAAAAAAAl8/onDlHP3-I-U/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229226587537874578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHx4DA5HpI/AAAAAAAAAl8/onDlHP3-I-U/s400/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;super crowded. we woke up very early to catch the breakfast hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHzS7gLUXI/AAAAAAAAAmc/i2ax18FVQyU/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229228148889702770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHzS7gLUXI/AAAAAAAAAmc/i2ax18FVQyU/s400/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;好吃!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHy_z2pwCI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0cb3OdPP6Ig/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229227820418973730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHy_z2pwCI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0cb3OdPP6Ig/s400/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the girl in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHzn61cX4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/j30GzZSExOE/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229228509487718274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHzn61cX4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/j30GzZSExOE/s400/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 超級大包 like me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHyhG9g_1I/AAAAAAAAAmM/hmx65B-fdEA/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229227292972089170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHyhG9g_1I/AAAAAAAAAmM/hmx65B-fdEA/s400/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 很好吃哦.. yooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHyLDduL3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/-4D9bC7Ncdc/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229226914076307314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHyLDduL3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/-4D9bC7Ncdc/s400/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the aunties serving out the dim sum were seriously very agitated; snapping any moment, so freaking take your food and freaking F off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH1GPDj9gI/AAAAAAAAAnM/gZ6LeTmzie8/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229230129823348226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH1GPDj9gI/AAAAAAAAAnM/gZ6LeTmzie8/s400/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the super famous egg tarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH0v5Xp01I/AAAAAAAAAnE/m0HyuJNlnrY/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229229746044916562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH0v5Xp01I/AAAAAAAAAnE/m0HyuJNlnrY/s400/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; postcard 1. friendly and helpfully taken by sharon coz there're no fruits in sgp =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH0dChWfuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/rMxzsfO_vBc/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229229422083997410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH0dChWfuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/rMxzsfO_vBc/s400/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; postcard 2. friendly and 'artistically' taken by sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH1WwOM9YI/AAAAAAAAAnU/o-VQ2ZJV3vY/s1600-h/DSC00791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229230413604255106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH1WwOM9YI/AAAAAAAAAnU/o-VQ2ZJV3vY/s400/DSC00791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she bought alot; outside argyle centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH2Oi_FwVI/AAAAAAAAAns/OPuG-SMbmAQ/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229231372123881810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH2Oi_FwVI/AAAAAAAAAns/OPuG-SMbmAQ/s400/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;very fast, it's dinner time!! da bin lou - seriously i like it very much =) looked like a vege pot isn't it? hong kongers don't drink the soup unlike us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH140a_WaI/AAAAAAAAAnk/G8f4fp2dhLA/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229230998847183266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH140a_WaI/AAAAAAAAAnk/G8f4fp2dhLA/s400/DSC00800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 幹了!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH1mwsybmI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VMGtAShmx8o/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229230688610446946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH1mwsybmI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VMGtAShmx8o/s400/DSC00796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; very serious like reading a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH3GE1zD7I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ga1R_Kwp_U4/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229232326104518578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH3GE1zD7I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ga1R_Kwp_U4/s400/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;到底幾時才可以吃!吃!吃!吃!吃!吃!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH2vk9OqqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/fieVAJl3Gs8/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229231939588631202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH2vk9OqqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/fieVAJl3Gs8/s400/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;貪吃!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH2e6UclII/AAAAAAAAAn0/P2j-AVDh6Yw/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229231653265380482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJH2e6UclII/AAAAAAAAAn0/P2j-AVDh6Yw/s400/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;很貪吃! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don't know why this lady like that!!! yucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-2097529142501646360?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2097529142501646360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=2097529142501646360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2097529142501646360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2097529142501646360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-gourmet-chiu-hk-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SJHz78RyYoI/AAAAAAAAAms/esxUH4LJc0k/s72-c/DSC00767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-1416956176548944150</id><published>2008-07-29T18:11:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:17.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;camwhoring began early in the morning before setting off to 'Yam Cha' - damn early lor like 9plus?! torturing.. previous night still woke up at 430am to scold sharon coz it was freaking hot! can u imagine feeling hot in hotel rm?! ridiculous right? i thought she turned up the temperature, then realised there was still wrong with the aircon wahahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_vRySPyWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/H4K76If224c/s1600-h/DSCN1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228660781235554658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_vRySPyWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/H4K76If224c/s400/DSCN1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_vB9xVUVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/8rai6BRnux8/s1600-h/DSCN1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228660509440823634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_vB9xVUVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/8rai6BRnux8/s400/DSCN1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;somebody was trying to 拉長 her body so she'll look slimmer. kaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_uxHR10nI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mGhWKQlR83k/s1600-h/DSCN1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228660219935314546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_uxHR10nI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mGhWKQlR83k/s400/DSCN1004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;monkey business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_uPMK-abI/AAAAAAAAAkM/SQDUYbjZRd0/s1600-h/DSCN1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228659637133142450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_uPMK-abI/AAAAAAAAAkM/SQDUYbjZRd0/s400/DSCN1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;decent one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_v96BaYLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/qpfPxdu3QUk/s1600-h/DSCN1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228661539226673330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_v96BaYLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/qpfPxdu3QUk/s400/DSCN1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;let gourmet chiu (not glutton =P) introduce the first meal of the day. waited for 45min. wanted to scold bad words already. alright, located near our hotel which i have forgotten the name already. anyway not impt coz all 點心 at diff restaurants tasted the same =) haha thank u for watching gourmet chiu @ HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_vwISzUEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/sJdo5-QeghE/s1600-h/DSCN1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228661302539538498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_vwISzUEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/sJdo5-QeghE/s400/DSCN1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she ate the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_viB1FiPI/AAAAAAAAAks/AN2bXxbphZ4/s1600-h/DSCN1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228661060286122226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_viB1FiPI/AAAAAAAAAks/AN2bXxbphZ4/s400/DSCN1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see the 'gua-li' face? weather damn damn hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_w_6KYUXI/AAAAAAAAAlc/clmNBEhtlWk/s1600-h/DSCN1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228662673135653234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_w_6KYUXI/AAAAAAAAAlc/clmNBEhtlWk/s400/DSCN1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LV behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7t12bxI3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/NYyom8HxpDc/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228377726824555378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7t12bxI3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/NYyom8HxpDc/s400/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;somebody is getting very vulgar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7tli-SuKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mgICcWPw74w/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228377446722746530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7tli-SuKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mgICcWPw74w/s400/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gg 花园街 to do business..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_xpIcKQHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/3cUoKk_VuBk/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228663381342961778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_xpIcKQHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/3cUoKk_VuBk/s400/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;slavery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_wtEDtA5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/GgznXhmzVhw/s1600-h/DSCN1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228662349374489490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_wtEDtA5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/GgznXhmzVhw/s400/DSCN1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anywhere, anytime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_wdMTv_II/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ag0zitaKw_U/s1600-h/DSCN1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228662076711369858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_wdMTv_II/AAAAAAAAAlM/Ag0zitaKw_U/s400/DSCN1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy shitting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_wMZ2dUeI/AAAAAAAAAlE/uje90czpVJk/s1600-h/DSCN1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228661788288831970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_wMZ2dUeI/AAAAAAAAAlE/uje90czpVJk/s400/DSCN1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;act smart... in hokkien - 'gey kiang'!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7wktD1vAI/AAAAAAAAAik/wxIcAswRzUg/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228380730785381378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7wktD1vAI/AAAAAAAAAik/wxIcAswRzUg/s400/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time flew! very fast, it was dinner time again.. gourmet chiu could not rem the place and name of restaurant again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7w2KLFquI/AAAAAAAAAis/Wkr5Bt8s-PU/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228381030658190050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7w2KLFquI/AAAAAAAAAis/Wkr5Bt8s-PU/s400/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anywhere, anytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_sJBTmSyI/AAAAAAAAAjU/10LTkY1WWc8/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228657332114049826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_sJBTmSyI/AAAAAAAAAjU/10LTkY1WWc8/s400/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i also don't know what they were doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_r1da-wJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/VCDSF0mmoDQ/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228656996063821970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_r1da-wJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/VCDSF0mmoDQ/s400/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;幹了!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_rhxJlMAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/6sFMVItOgpw/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228656657762168834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_rhxJlMAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/6sFMVItOgpw/s400/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;再幹了!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_rO9DDe6I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Buy1msMkCjY/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228656334538505122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_rO9DDe6I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Buy1msMkCjY/s400/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i tell you this is my fav! 燒豬肉! in hokkien is 'seo di ba' is ultimate nice coz the skin was crispy and there was minimal 'translucent-looking fats', u get what i mean? woooohoooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_q3huZX3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/VxWAGsfYEIE/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228655932067110770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_q3huZX3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/VxWAGsfYEIE/s400/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;鵝肉 but my fav is still the above - seeeoooooo baaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7viJodxdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/O3kaEPUdFPQ/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228379587403957714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7viJodxdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/O3kaEPUdFPQ/s400/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is gourmet chiu again, don't really fancy, tasted like plastic haha. cold 皮蛋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7v2_-DaxI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qazs9TSDxw8/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228379945587403538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7v2_-DaxI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qazs9TSDxw8/s400/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gourmet chiu too popular, scared ppl recognised. cannot eat in peace haha siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7wQD2Cz3I/AAAAAAAAAic/ZKaEDIQBHiY/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228380376124280690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7wQD2Cz3I/AAAAAAAAAic/ZKaEDIQBHiY/s400/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7uD0UeLdI/AAAAAAAAAiE/B4ZaUK9O4xM/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228377966775250386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI7uD0UeLdI/AAAAAAAAAiE/B4ZaUK9O4xM/s400/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they ate a lot. too much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_xfe9caHI/AAAAAAAAAls/L_gmNuVX0gQ/s1600-h/DSCN1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228663215589451890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_xfe9caHI/AAAAAAAAAls/L_gmNuVX0gQ/s400/DSCN1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see my oil. expensive stuff nowadays, wana buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_xP-TvIKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/OVFfTDU_xmA/s1600-h/DSCN1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228662949126545570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_xP-TvIKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/OVFfTDU_xmA/s400/DSCN1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wanted to stuff it inside this greedy pig's mouth!! coz she ate too much lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_taX5-_kI/AAAAAAAAAj0/xhLfz6rs1lQ/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228658729750036034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_taX5-_kI/AAAAAAAAAj0/xhLfz6rs1lQ/s400/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's gourmet chiu @ HK again. very fast, it's supper time. we walked a long long crazy way to have these desserts. nonetheless, it was all worth it coz i must say they tasted GD! unfortunately, gourmet chiu could not remember the place and the name of restaurant. anyway like i said, it's not impt coz in HK, it's very easy for you to find nice dessert stalls =) thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_t_JNXDuI/AAAAAAAAAkE/qc3I8YCC_K8/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228659361459932898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_t_JNXDuI/AAAAAAAAAkE/qc3I8YCC_K8/s400/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;好吃!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_tuwE0giI/AAAAAAAAAj8/dlosSUlAn1c/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228659079835320866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_tuwE0giI/AAAAAAAAAj8/dlosSUlAn1c/s400/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;貪吃!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_tBCSNTTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/izw2jmbdEk4/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228658294449327410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_tBCSNTTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/izw2jmbdEk4/s400/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anywhere, anytime.. a lot of tvb dramas were shot here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_sr2YDwBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/WNtqfCsVG9g/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228657930475388946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_sr2YDwBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/WNtqfCsVG9g/s400/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shh. resting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_sZo5H75I/AAAAAAAAAjc/BMzIoScOZ44/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228657617618333586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_sZo5H75I/AAAAAAAAAjc/BMzIoScOZ44/s400/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sex and the city ... wooo hooo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1416956176548944150?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1416956176548944150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1416956176548944150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1416956176548944150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1416956176548944150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/07/camwhoring-began-early-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI_vRySPyWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/H4K76If224c/s72-c/DSCN1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-8969606635744166340</id><published>2008-07-28T12:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:20.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the much awaited pics.. actually the pics will be a repetition of what i posted in 2006 coz HK is not that big and the places went to were the same. nonetheless.. we LOVE taking pics. seriously. with us inside the pics of coz, not exactly those 'photographer-typeof-phototaking. might as well buy postcards. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1S_QA7RcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VVuCZw9mA1Q/s1600-h/DSCN0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227925989031101890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1S_QA7RcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VVuCZw9mA1Q/s400/DSCN0963.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;changi airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1TpkrmarI/AAAAAAAAAg0/f1RsbxhVZ58/s1600-h/DSCN0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227926716133305010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1TpkrmarI/AAAAAAAAAg0/f1RsbxhVZ58/s400/DSCN0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;breakfast first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1VGzlc2aI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ZpKMagg-iMc/s1600-h/DSCN0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227928317861878178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1VGzlc2aI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ZpKMagg-iMc/s400/DSCN0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; crammppyy jet.. lucky the ang mo beside me didn't get off her seat at all. saw the dark eyerings? woke up at 345am coz catching the 6am plus flight. usual days im just starting to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1ghg_XXQI/AAAAAAAAAhk/G1l6QVGB48A/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227940871354670338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1ghg_XXQI/AAAAAAAAAhk/G1l6QVGB48A/s400/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we stayed at prudential hotel at jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1ajrpUjnI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mQjE_vFjdaI/s1600-h/DSCN0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227934311504973426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1ajrpUjnI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mQjE_vFjdaI/s400/DSCN0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the first 香港茶餐廳 we patronised, randomly walked in at mong kok (旺角) coz we were freaking hungry! it was a pleasant surprise coz the food was quite decent. the chilli was darn hot though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1VWym2JiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3PXNBuIFL_M/s1600-h/DSCN0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227928592477201954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1VWym2JiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3PXNBuIFL_M/s400/DSCN0984.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adjourned to 義順牛奶公司 @ 旺角西洋菜街246-248號&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1b2Y3babI/AAAAAAAAAhc/E-CddQtWv24/s1600-h/3160701-Yee_Shun_Milk_Company-Hong_Kong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227935732393011634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1b2Y3babI/AAAAAAAAAhc/E-CddQtWv24/s400/3160701-Yee_Shun_Milk_Company-Hong_Kong.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;great place to have dessert. 義順 specializes in custards and milk drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1UUYLrC8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/Q-r4xIL6YLY/s1600-h/DSCN0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227927451512540098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1UUYLrC8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/Q-r4xIL6YLY/s400/DSCN0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1Sqw8LuWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rlUTEncaATA/s1600-h/DSCN0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227925637092325730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1Sqw8LuWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rlUTEncaATA/s400/DSCN0976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1h7BgKZKI/AAAAAAAAAhs/u0RYTA7KVWI/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227942409090524322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1h7BgKZKI/AAAAAAAAAhs/u0RYTA7KVWI/s400/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in search of 糖朝 for dinner @ 尖沙咀 廣東道88號地下G-H號舖 after an eventful shopping at H&amp;amp;M, argyle centre, and avenue of stars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for day 1, very tiring to search and upload pics manz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-8969606635744166340?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8969606635744166340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=8969606635744166340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8969606635744166340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8969606635744166340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/07/much-awaited-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SI1S_QA7RcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VVuCZw9mA1Q/s72-c/DSCN0963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-4061748622941757636</id><published>2008-07-26T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:20.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hey guys, i'm back from HK. the trip was short but guess were enough else my legs would be gone. we walked and walked, shopped and shopped. the distance was comparable to that of 'great wall of china' yrs back! comparable to 5days i would have walked in s'pore! the heat was bitting hot. i was sweating perpectually. we were very focused - aside from shopping, it was basically eating. yah, ooi and i spotted a HK actor which we don't know his name ie those 3rd-line actor. nvm nt impt. the summer sale was just great! the branded stuff like gucci, coach, prada were much cheaper than in s'pore; check them out at Twist. of coz, H&amp;amp;M was like a mkt as if the stuff are free. heard it's coming to s'pore! we were at 花园街 most of the time. more varieties and cheaper than 女人街. anyway when i got the pics, i can describe in better details. now i can't even recall where is which. the places cannot fit the names haha. the trip had been enjoyable with much joy and laughter. once, we were at argyle centre in mong kok, ooi was trying out clothes, i was there to give my opinions etc, just NORMAL talking, suddenly the assistant asked ooi '作麼甘激動' - why are we so agitated??! haa. we tried not to tell ppl we are singaporeans but the locals can guess it! sucks! oh yah the hongkongers are also waiting anxiously for this show - 溏心風暴之家好月圓! it will be fantastic! i bought a HK mag with this show's manual in it depicting each and every characters and the storyline. the last night, when we stayed up, for the most part of it, we were reminiscing and challenging each other's memories on tvb shows - boliao right haha. it was darn funnie and ooi emerged as the winner. queen of tvb. we even presented a trophy to her (aka watson's mineral bottle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SItOQuAWSaI/AAAAAAAAAgc/UEz5q1U95_U/s1600-h/relationship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227357841627957666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SItOQuAWSaI/AAAAAAAAAgc/UEz5q1U95_U/s400/relationship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-4061748622941757636?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SItOQuAWSaI/AAAAAAAAAgc/UEz5q1U95_U/s72-c/relationship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-5646340295675852710</id><published>2008-07-09T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:44:36.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wat a coffee-busy day! went for 2 breakfast with 2 customers at parkway ya kun; really one after another - 10am and 11am. then 1030am, went starbucks with my ex-br colleague. the 11am cx - ya kun again. dragged until 1.30pm, we had alot to chat as always and of coz i must make time for her as she made time to meet me purposely just before she went back to australia that afternoon. wat a nice lady. supposed to hv an apptm at suntec at 3pm over coffee (wtf) but was postponed to tomorrow (thank GOD). went back to br do paperwork and 2hrs later the br closed. i walked past my mgr's office and he jio me coffee at dimbulah. hence from 430pm until 6pm but i drank ice water. disgusted with coffee. whole day i only had a bread and coffee. yucks. 630 went penny black for erdinger in empty stomach. adjourned to wine network; finally there's food!!! pizza, wings, sausages and wine. tomorrow die die i must eat proper chinese food with PLAIN water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-5646340295675852710?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5646340295675852710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=5646340295675852710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5646340295675852710'/><link 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novelty will die out few mths later and ppl out there will think 'what's with the fuss!' but hey c'mon i'm only 1wk old in this alright. anyway, one of my goals this yr is achieved. next pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm counting down day by day for my block leave. there're many thgs i wana do. like wake up at 9am, go for a jog, enjoy morning vanilla latte, read newspapers and just enjoy myself like tt knowing i hv no agenda, appointment to meet for that day. that's hw i envy the patrons sitting at the next table at dimbulah every morning. &lt;em&gt;the mind is willing but the flesh is weak&lt;/em&gt; - the devil in me is insinuating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my left eye is darn uncomfortable nw. the eye-ring area is twitching. yah, u caught me! i'm almost wanting to think is it gonna be a bad omen? nah, based on medical point of view, very simply, it just results from excessive fatigue or stress. i'm betting on the latter =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling sucks - when u rushed into the ladies to do some real shitting, only to realize that the toilet roll holder is for DISPLAY only for a toilet's sake. with shit on your ass, feeling fucked up, do u blame urself or the janitor? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-8338198479738750980?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8338198479738750980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=8338198479738750980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8338198479738750980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8338198479738750980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/07/pasir-ris.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-4543539115277017994</id><published>2008-07-05T03:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:55:48.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;was at bark cafe earlier on. pasir ris has become a new hangout plc for us - E!Hub too! were chit-chatting away when suddenly we began reminiscing schooling days. some symptoms abt aging are when you start talking abt your past constantly and laughing at the old jokes all over again like you just heard them haaaa. talked abt our fav food in canteen 6, s'pore poly - can u imagine that??! anyway mine was fishball noodles, yong tau fu; jas' was seafood soup plus yam rice and cher's was fried chicken rice add vege. haa. ooi wasn't there but i guess one of her fav was the yam bao and for queky, i think would be fried chicken rice as well but add more rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recalled our most hated module as e-commerce mktg. simply hate anythg to do with IT thingy. for fav subjects, mine would b econs whilst jas' was b-law. yah to me mktg modules are redundant haa but ironically im a major in mktg. oh yes, another subject i simply detested was human resource!! wtf! i don't f care abt what freaking labour relations, unions thingy etc whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sim, the only vivid impressions were all abt projects, teabreaks, ktv, feeling groggy and intoxicated. i can't exactly recall attending lectures but can remember the images of us gossiping and laughing away in the lecture theatres wahaaa. i just remember tons and tons of words for projects that's all! oh yes and going to airport with yl to burn midnight oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the similarities for both stages of life were the exciting after-school-activities. hence, both schools officially became our meeting ground, gathering everybody and then adjourning to chinatown or orchard. embarrassingly, the most exciting outdoor activities we had done were visiting the zoo, picnic at sentosa beach, jogging at national stadium, playing badminton and the many mj chalets. losers right? haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one classic remark by a tutor who hated me - &lt;em&gt;'the only time you were not late is when u were absent!'&lt;/em&gt; i thought it was quite amusing when she said this haaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-4543539115277017994?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-19990644.post-7369069977170719640</id><published>2008-07-01T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:40:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; my tiredness got the better of me at 8.30pm yesterday. slept like a log, woke up at 5.30am. know why? coz my cute, naughty lil' nephew was shrieking! goodness. so went to play with him =) once again, i heard 'majulah singapura' on class95. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally finally passed my driving today! i wasn't exactly ecstatic abt it as this is the 3rd attempt. however, in any case, there's still a sign of relief. i dreaded travelling to ubi; it's totally out of the way for me. no mrt, no familiar bus no. apart from this, the fees are exp. all in all abt $2k. during the test, it was smooth-sailing for me. my worst fear was in the circuit; kinda congested if u get what i mean. got 2 immediate failures prior in there. thank GOD today was a breeze - no demerit points at all in the circuit. one of the 2 mistakes i made was 'fail to check blind spot' and 'incorrect checking of blindspot/mirror' haaa. what an irony right? i must be too 'EXTRA' - need to check blind spots, never check, and when i check, check the wrong blind spots. trust that law still wana lend me his van to drive today. honestly, im quite sure i pass due to the anointed oil. i applied that =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! i'm gg for my block leave second half of this month. im gg HK with jas, ooi and cher. this trip is organised to celebrate our 10th yr friendship anniversary. there's a special meaning to go in jul - coz remember poly term starts in jul? that's the mth we knew each other. so it's exactly 10yrs! of coz, it's also the sale season over there. looking forward to it! my 'pinkie' gets to travel again =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-5426188999175982459</id><published>2008-06-30T19:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:20.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im a superwoman, haha. went to watch euro final yesterday, reached hm at 6am. today woke up at 730 for work. didn't intend to work but have to submit a case and key in some cases coz today is mth end!! im only busy towards last wk of the month, the other 3 wks, im basically a loafer =P i thought i will hop onto bed as soon as im hm but im blogging!! germany, as usual, produced a lacklustre performance. for once, i thought podolski wasn't playing, can u imagine?? neh neh. torres cut his hair - cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SGjHHnBnPYI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xLdrdI9WIhI/s1600-h/torres1afp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217639101857480066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SGjHHnBnPYI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xLdrdI9WIhI/s400/torres1afp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SGjG72_aNfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PlRFCpJU8nY/s1600-h/torres2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217638899984774642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SGjG72_aNfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PlRFCpJU8nY/s400/torres2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;scored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SGjHMBDL9cI/AAAAAAAAAgU/1RBzUUcRpV0/s1600-h/pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217639177562879426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SGjHMBDL9cI/AAAAAAAAAgU/1RBzUUcRpV0/s400/pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's my 'man of the match' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-5426188999175982459?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5426188999175982459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=5426188999175982459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;some ppl juz like to give their two cents worth after thgs happened. that person is law! yah criticising me not knowing hw to watch soccer - &lt;em&gt;'yesterday's result just show how lousy u r as a football fan. croatia will nvr win. i always know that turkey will go thru'.&lt;/em&gt; just before the match, we were chatting and he nvr even made mention abt it. irritating right? just like predicting it will rain after reading the weather forecast - who doesn't know hw to act smart?! haaa. so what happens to holland nw huh? grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to catch spain-italy later on. torres in action. hw i wish i m self-employed =P by the way today's service is abt anointing. never been so excited for a service before. contented. glad. so, shld i hang on till 245am.. 2hrs more to go. hw? hw? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-19990644.post-2560493152555374861</id><published>2008-06-21T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T03:09:04.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;staying up till this wee hrs coz im waiting for the match b/w croatia and turkey. juz wana watch. my pick is on croatia hopefully they can make it. alittle bit disappointed that portugal is out (primarily coz of CR) =( however as law commented he's not surprised as germany plays tactically and strategically even though it was kinda mediocre compared to portugal in the grp match. anyways the guys are hot! good eye candies. check out their babes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the customer appreciation event earlier on was real redundant and so was my attendance. i did not hv any customers attending but i had to go. the ridiculous thg is RMs weren't sitting in but hovering outside the hall to eat the leftovers (luckily there were refills), then standing ard gossiping, and finally sending customers off. why... why... but i ciao early anyway. went white bar to finish the remaining bottle. there's another event next week. think i will b taken in again? hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday is gonna b gd. is gd. is gd. is gd. is gd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-2560493152555374861?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2560493152555374861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=2560493152555374861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2560493152555374861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/2560493152555374861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/06/staying-up-till-this-wee-hrs-coz-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-5219291903523633121</id><published>2008-06-09T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:55:41.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my fren is into baking recently. last sat she baked choco muffins for us. actually the shape looks fine, the taste is gd.. the only 'flaw' is they are 'too black' wahaha. my sis saw them and said they look like 'huat kuay' turned black. gd attempt. her next attempt will be cheesecake.. woo.. seriously, baking, cooking these kinda thgs are never my forte. they are a chore to me. i can't even cook maggie mee right every attempt, i would say occasionally only. that's why i prefer cup noodles. i dreaded home economics. kaoz - what's with the sewing manz!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend blogged this - which one will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;1) he gets along very well with and enjoys her company but she does not give him the heartbeat feeling.&lt;br /&gt;2) the other who makes his heart beat twice as hard every time he sees her, well, it's just the heartbeat and physical attraction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-5219291903523633121?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-19990644.post-6249169925505072707</id><published>2008-06-03T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:19:15.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;watched the movie - black book - last weekend. after the show, keong commented the actress acted very well. the rest did not have any special strong feelings. finally, we concluded it's because she bared her breasts frequently in the show :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law is adapting to his new profession; felt daunted by a few cases. gd he's coming to terms with the nature of the job coz 'IT'S LIKE THAT'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme this sat at mos is miami glam. she booked a private rm. she said it's gonna b filled with happening and gorgeous ppl. esp with real bankers; not ppl who work in banks and like to address themselves as bankers and successful young elites. im not the least bit excited. as claimed, it's gonna b a gd networking event ie meeting the 'right' ppl - well, we'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-6249169925505072707?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6249169925505072707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=6249169925505072707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6249169925505072707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/6249169925505072707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SD7-rJGTBOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/EFl9B8ZsKus/s400/sex-city-192_674655e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1614963945615474471?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1614963945615474471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1614963945615474471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1614963945615474471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1614963945615474471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/fabulous-fabulous-fabulous-fabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SD7-rJGTBOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/EFl9B8ZsKus/s72-c/sex-city-192_674655e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-3536674873740531278</id><published>2008-05-27T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:29:14.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there was once faith did try too hard&lt;br /&gt;tried a million, trillion, zillion ways&lt;br /&gt;tried the woman with the crystal ball&lt;br /&gt;tried the man with the tiger teeth idol&lt;br /&gt;tried the idol with the key to hades&lt;br /&gt;foolishly, desperately&lt;br /&gt;wishing for a miracle to happen&lt;br /&gt;once, a miracle was never not easy&lt;br /&gt;and she wilfully thought that will always be &lt;br /&gt;only to find the biggest try in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plays are not orchestrated by a single soul&lt;br /&gt;as there's a mightier pair of hands up there&lt;br /&gt;yet who ever gave them the right to steal&lt;br /&gt;who ever gave them the right to snatch&lt;br /&gt;who ever gave them the right to break her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet now ppl asked why her heart is so disguised&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she thought there's nothing left to try&lt;br /&gt;resignation makes her cope better, this i sure despise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said there's light at the end of tunnel&lt;br /&gt;i bet she is now in the longest train ride&lt;br /&gt;alone, scaring her wits out&lt;br /&gt;some said she must have bought the wrong train ticket&lt;br /&gt;but the sender came and said to her&lt;br /&gt;"the ticket was given by that mighty pair of hands"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-3536674873740531278?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3536674873740531278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=3536674873740531278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3536674873740531278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3536674873740531278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-was-once-faith-did-try-too-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-4740200337924004335</id><published>2008-05-25T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:21:01.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>《妈妈别哭》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;妈妈别哭，我现在已没有痛苦&lt;br /&gt;不用再看我，你一辈子也会记住&lt;br /&gt;地震来得那么唐突&lt;br /&gt;没有什么可以遮护&lt;br /&gt;幸存的同学真让人羡慕&lt;br /&gt;那一刻，求生的愿望强烈却茫然无助&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;妈妈别哭，我不能陪你走今后的路&lt;br /&gt;这么多人陪我我不会孤独&lt;br /&gt;却担心你悲痛地泪流如注&lt;br /&gt;我多么希望你能幸福&lt;br /&gt;我多想长大了孝敬父母&lt;br /&gt;我真的不想早走这一步&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妈妈别哭，地震是大地在发怒&lt;br /&gt;也许是它一时糊涂&lt;br /&gt;才伤害了这么多无辜&lt;br /&gt;我只是不幸中的一卒&lt;br /&gt;还有更多的人惨不忍睹&lt;br /&gt;泪水掀不起压我的混凝土&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妈妈别哭，别再抱着我幼小的身躯&lt;br /&gt;我已没有往日的温度&lt;br /&gt;呼吸和心跳已经止住&lt;br /&gt;请给我换上爱穿的衣服，拿来我爱读的书&lt;br /&gt;假如天堂里还有学府&lt;br /&gt;我会在梦中告诉你考试的分数&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;妈妈别哭，天灾人祸是对圣灵的荼毒&lt;br /&gt;你柔弱的身躯无法挡住&lt;br /&gt;只要妈妈你还活着&lt;br /&gt;就是上天对我们的眷顾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为有你&lt;br /&gt;每年清明那小坟上，会多一锹土&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-4740200337924004335?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4740200337924004335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=4740200337924004335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4740200337924004335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/4740200337924004335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-1417133943996224326</id><published>2008-05-23T00:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:21.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;children knocking on heaven's door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDWiGpGTBJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4snZ1QfD_6c/s1600-h/7970656_16677377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203243179491656850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDWiGpGTBJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4snZ1QfD_6c/s200/7970656_16677377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this kid holding a pencil in her hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDWjx5GTBKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zcqA1JtXTb4/s1600-h/7970464_16677377.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203245022032626850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDWjx5GTBKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zcqA1JtXTb4/s200/7970464_16677377.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents cleaning the bodies up, changing the clothes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blessed star..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDWhVJGTBHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/YU9dANNHJvg/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203242329088132210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDWhVJGTBHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/YU9dANNHJvg/s200/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“my loving baby, if you can survive, please remember I always love you.”&lt;/em&gt; mother died; leaving this msg in her hp.. baby was asleep when found - under the protection of his dead mother's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fairness does not govern life. this i know as i see more and more of the world second by second. i pray that YOU take them all. i'm sure. heaven will have even more laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1417133943996224326?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1417133943996224326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1417133943996224326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1417133943996224326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1417133943996224326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/heart-wrenching-to-see-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDWiGpGTBJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4snZ1QfD_6c/s72-c/7970656_16677377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-8072088425039124012</id><published>2008-05-21T23:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:21.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDRM760W5fI/AAAAAAAAAe0/4CoRktt4sOc/s1600-h/stupid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202868061804619250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDRM760W5fI/AAAAAAAAAe0/4CoRktt4sOc/s200/stupid1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- meeting at 830am tml&lt;br /&gt;++ can't; have driving in the morning, sorry to inform u nw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hp rang; didn't pick up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pls call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(called back 1hr later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- u..hv driving tml morn&lt;br /&gt;++ yup; just need 1,2 hrs in the morn&lt;br /&gt;- did u apply for leave?&lt;br /&gt;++ no&lt;br /&gt;- and? so u want me to give u time off?&lt;br /&gt;++ will backdate &amp;amp; apply leave tml&lt;br /&gt;- u know im quite lenient towards u guys..&lt;br /&gt;++ yah ok, will apply tml..for 2hrs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(silence for 5secs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ anyway my driving ends at 10am; wouldn't be too late&lt;br /&gt;- yah the usual time that you always come in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(freaking pissed)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;++ i don't usually come in at 10am~ the most is 9plus&lt;br /&gt;- yah, usually..&lt;br /&gt;++ yah!! ok, anyway i'll end at 10am&lt;br /&gt;- ok, so i see you at 10 tml&lt;br /&gt;++ 10plus lah, my stuff ends at 10am, i need time to travel back right??!&lt;br /&gt;- yah..gd luck, pass and get it out of your way&lt;br /&gt;++ ok, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to stickgal who taught me a picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-8072088425039124012?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8072088425039124012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=8072088425039124012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8072088425039124012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8072088425039124012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/meeting-at-830am-tml-cant-have-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDRM760W5fI/AAAAAAAAAe0/4CoRktt4sOc/s72-c/stupid1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-3147761169326300318</id><published>2008-05-19T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:22.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for victims like me, cher..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i wondered if it was my hallucination, i thought i saw this creepy idiot crawling suspiciously from behind my door to the tv set. for the next 1hr, my eye balls were straining between the laptop and the tv set. so tiring. finally i prayed myself to sleep that it won't fly onto my face - that's the only part not covered by blanket. grr... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDFGIq0W5YI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CuxIfFlWHi4/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202016159336424834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDFGIq0W5YI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CuxIfFlWHi4/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://stickgal.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-3147761169326300318?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3147761169326300318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=3147761169326300318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3147761169326300318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3147761169326300318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-victims-like-me-cher.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDFGIq0W5YI/AAAAAAAAAd8/CuxIfFlWHi4/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-404037505702232971</id><published>2008-05-19T00:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:22.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;juz came back celebrating ooi's bday. she's older nw and with hair like hay waahaa =P anyway as usual were busy updating ourselves with the latest gossips or shows. they are the true showbiz gossipers and tv addicts. anyway dunno what i was eating at lau pa sat juz nw, should have settled with 'mee hoon kuay'. the satays n wings looked and tasted horrid. the only consistent taste and is tasty is coke. i was starting to feel hungry already at tcc. think there's bugs in my stomach, keep feeling hungry. yest was at powerhouse and halfway thru, i ordered wings. bet we were the only ones eating in the discotheque. aft that i still had craving for beef noodles. finally abt 4am went chinatown for porrige aft my ceaseless bugging. don't like gg chiong already coz honestly speaking i feel fat. coz u won't feel gd dancing haa. that's why i turned down sor initially. then she suggested i go there and be '大伯公' so i agreed coz can listen to songs la. since i graduated, i've been putting on 1kg/yr, i'm not joking. so yr by yr, i've lost interest in chionging. coincidentally, there was one really fat girl dancing and enjoying away at the next table'; cat pointed out to me. so i 'hmmmmmm....ok' haaa. so i enjoyed myself eventually =) a test was conducted to see if virgos will have 艷遇 - true for sor la. coz 异族同包 is out; not counted - right, yl? yah, i refrained from drinking much coz the smell from new asia bar incident still lingers in my taste bugs. don't wana die yet. it was a girls' night out; cat's frens asked her if we are lesbians. kaoz! enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDBj5K0W5XI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8QEE0MYTdks/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDBj5K0W5XI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8QEE0MYTdks/s400/Image076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201767403420575090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; somebody thought she's a model =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDBjwa0W5WI/AAAAAAAAAds/pjQotie0EA0/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDBjwa0W5WI/AAAAAAAAAds/pjQotie0EA0/s400/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201767253096719714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDBjpK0W5VI/AAAAAAAAAdk/t3FZdXEScKI/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDBjpK0W5VI/AAAAAAAAAdk/t3FZdXEScKI/s400/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201767128542668114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; somebody acting sweet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDBjgq0W5UI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GxBCF3T1UtM/s1600-h/Image080000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201766982513780034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDBjgq0W5UI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GxBCF3T1UtM/s400/Image080000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-404037505702232971?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/404037505702232971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=404037505702232971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/404037505702232971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/404037505702232971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/juz-came-back-celebrating-oois-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SDBj5K0W5XI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8QEE0MYTdks/s72-c/Image076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-3226910972966017133</id><published>2008-05-16T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:36:05.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;found this 'interesting' page whilst net surfing. kinda amused by hw ppl can actually create such inverted moralities haa. fyi - lucifer is associated with satan, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer's Ten Commandments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If thou art strong, bully the weak.&lt;br /&gt;2. If thou art weak, chastise the strong.&lt;br /&gt;3. Covet thy neighbour's possessions.&lt;br /&gt;4. When vocabulary will not suffice, swear.&lt;br /&gt;5. Be wary and abusive to those who differ from thyself.&lt;br /&gt;6. If thou hast strong beliefs, proselytize.&lt;br /&gt;7. Be a hypocrite, for then thy true self is hidden.&lt;br /&gt;8. Speak, do not listen, for the world is thy stage.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ravage the Earth, for it is infinite in resource.&lt;br /&gt;10. Accumulate wealth, for it commands respect and envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read 'wanbao' and 'sin ming'. i'm affected. the pg showing a 3-yr old girl being rescued touched my heart. she was protected under the bodies of her dead parents. feel like crying looking at their plights. as reported, one victim shouted "i don't want money, don't want hse, don't want anythg at all, juz give me back my 2 children." so many children were buried/crushed alive. a rescuer cried and begged his superior to allow him back into the site of the collapsed school even after a warning that a post-earthquake shake might happen. his wish is to 'just save one more life'! i'm moved but i don't wish it to be under this context! i'm marking this disaster down; adding one more qn in my list of 'Qns for God'. guess i will be very busy in heaven next time... so, don't jio me for mahjong k! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**fyi - if u want to make donations to these victims, can actually do so via dbs internet banking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-3226910972966017133?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3226910972966017133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=3226910972966017133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3226910972966017133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3226910972966017133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/found-this-interesting-page-whilst-net.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-9067598440890988922</id><published>2008-05-15T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:42:38.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's almost 2am. i'm still awake coz am juz done sorting my new nephew's pics - BOLIAO right? haha. anyway, went parkway catch up with S juz nw. were chit-chatting abt us being front-liner staff meeting all sorts of ppl. i remember one of my CSRs telling me there was once she was handling multiple transactions for a cx over the counter. as she was working, the man suddenly said to her in a matter-of-factly tone, "you know, next time i will surely ask my daughter to study hard, i won't want her to be like you." that man ought to be ashamed of himself! i will tell my daughter this is an example of a horrible insult to someone doing her job. i equate him to a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S, F&amp;amp;B asst. mgr, shared this incident. a couple complained one of her staff was not serving them in a prompt manner and his service was lousy. S explained that some of the staffs were students working on a PT basis hence the inconsistent service. S apologised for it. the wife went on "oh they are students still. where are they from?" S replied "they are poly students". husband and wife continued "oh no wonder" &lt;em&gt;*eyes rolling*.&lt;/em&gt; later on the husband left behind his namecard - 'Head of ** Dept - our national university'. what a shame. I equate him to a house lizard and her, cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realize it's usually the tellers, waitresses/waiters, telephone operators, customer service officers and the like getting the crap? i guess it is human being's inclination to feel superior over this set of workers. belittling others to boost one's own ego. there is such tendency present. kind of like 'they wait on us' attitude; they gotta serve us NOW! i pray i'm not gonna be like lizards or cockroaches who shout at the top of their voice in public - "what kind of service is this?!! i want to see your mgr!" sounds familiar? i'm sure at one point or another, we did this before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-9067598440890988922?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/9067598440890988922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=9067598440890988922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/9067598440890988922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/9067598440890988922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-almost-2am.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-268172729284687685</id><published>2008-05-11T23:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:23.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look at hw a person can deteriorate and age.. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcXfK0W5QI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tR-pCn-HTpQ/s1600-h/23-05-06_1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199150119069869314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcXfK0W5QI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tR-pCn-HTpQ/s400/23-05-06_1246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcXaK0W5PI/AAAAAAAAAc8/_5n9Mwei5-0/s1600-h/22-05-06_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199150033170523378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcXaK0W5PI/AAAAAAAAAc8/_5n9Mwei5-0/s400/22-05-06_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first br in uob. taken in 2006 june i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcZNK0W5RI/AAAAAAAAAdM/QKRnwISN4tY/s1600-h/P250408_17.23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199152008855479570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcZNK0W5RI/AAAAAAAAAdM/QKRnwISN4tY/s400/P250408_17.23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken last week; exactly 2 yrs later. can see the difference right? then, i looked brighter and more radiant. now, i look tired and de-spirited. those working as PB or RM - go and compare ur pics taken 2yrs ago and nw, i'm sure u'll share the same sentiments as me. c'mon do it nw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-268172729284687685?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/268172729284687685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=268172729284687685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/268172729284687685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/268172729284687685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-at-hw-person-can-deteriorate-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcXfK0W5QI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tR-pCn-HTpQ/s72-c/23-05-06_1246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-3245916112273627838</id><published>2008-05-11T23:26:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:24.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found some boliao br pics in my cell so thought of uploading them to spice up my blog since it's been a while i done so. furthermore, i've nthg interesting to blog abt haha. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcRDK0W5GI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QiKZjHCxLq4/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcRDK0W5GI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QiKZjHCxLq4/s400/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199143040963765346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcTzK0W5OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WOfSlI8e5ms/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcTzK0W5OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WOfSlI8e5ms/s400/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199146064620741858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has always been my aspiration - to be a policewoman. seriously not a cisco lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcRv60W5JI/AAAAAAAAAcM/VunxYi1F8rw/s1600-h/P250408_17.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcRv60W5JI/AAAAAAAAAcM/VunxYi1F8rw/s400/P250408_17.24.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199143809762911378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i was working on a sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcRiq0W5HI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XKbvca1-q0c/s1600-h/P070508_16.28%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcRiq0W5HI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XKbvca1-q0c/s400/P070508_16.28%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199143582129644658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pose is my trademark, i've noticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcR0K0W5KI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0me5aVX7-mc/s1600-h/P250408_17.24%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcR0K0W5KI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0me5aVX7-mc/s400/P250408_17.24%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199143882777355426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colleague used her cell to shoot me; said that her new cell has my pics more than her own. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcSma0W5LI/AAAAAAAAAcc/usWxc9B28n4/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcSma0W5LI/AAAAAAAAAcc/usWxc9B28n4/s400/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199144746065781938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at zouk after bbq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcS5K0W5MI/AAAAAAAAAck/f9E1V_FNtO4/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcS5K0W5MI/AAAAAAAAAck/f9E1V_FNtO4/s400/Image044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199145068188329154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot my HFMD. scared the shit out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-3245916112273627838?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3245916112273627838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=3245916112273627838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3245916112273627838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/3245916112273627838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/found-some-boliao-br-pics-in-my-cell-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SCcRDK0W5GI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QiKZjHCxLq4/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990644.post-8389921988080370926</id><published>2008-05-05T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:31:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ever heard of 'the butterfly effect'? like a butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil can set off a tornado in Texas. is like a chaotic effect created by something seemingly insignificant; the phenomenon whereby a small change in one part of a complex system can have a large effect somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i getting at? like how Johnathan meet Sara in Serendipity. went to the same mall buying gloves. became a fortunate accident. resulted in an ever-after romance. c'mon! it's just an act of buying gloves! get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance, i want to avoid a cockroach, bumped into a passerby, caused her to fall, knocked her head on the ground, landed her in paralysis, made her die a bitter death. children orphaned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i bringing this up? lately, i've been thinking alot abt the impossibles. like changing history. i even wish foolishly that time will travel back 10yrs so i can remake history. the many 'if only' starts appearing.. as God forbids, time is a forward. applying the theory of 'the butterfly effect', assuming i made good a mistake of the past, even though my intentions are good, it might lead to another unintended consequence. only God knows what.&lt;br /&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/19990644-8389921988080370926?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8389921988080370926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=8389921988080370926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8389921988080370926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/8389921988080370926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/ever-heard-of-butterfly-effect-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-7374705316937430879</id><published>2008-05-04T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:28:24.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to be honest, i always admire bloggers who dare to blog abt their deepest inner thoughts in their personal lives. i'm just done with a close friend's blog - she smsed me to check it out. she's the last person that i thought will start a blog and when i read it just nw, i was touched. she was very candid abt her lives. somethg which i can never pluck up the courage to do. perhaps im very insecure. im afraid ppl will know the 'real' me. im nt saying im a 'faked' but rather there's more to me than meets the eye. up till nw, there's only one person that has seen me cry before and that's law. crying seems like a weakling act to me. somethg too vulnerable already. somethg too personal. law is a scary person. one action, one comment, one reaction - he reads me like a book. i won't even bother to conceal just abt anythg from him. my life is like a 'page x' to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back to S - the new blogger. on the surface, she's like detached from the world. she goes to the movies alone, dines alone, shops alone on her off days. sounds elusive isn't it? laughter is like a punishment to her and sorrow is her antidote. though from another perspective, she is very comfortable being alone with herself. hw many of u can do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad my life is surrounded with different personalities. i'm glad my friends are not of shallow breed. i'm glad when i need genuine advices and help, i know who to turn to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-7374705316937430879?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-19990644.post-7589921617493742000</id><published>2008-04-28T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:06:57.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saw these 3 equations in a tv triller and found them very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;science - ethics = murder&lt;br /&gt;life - dreams = jobs&lt;br /&gt;emotions - logic = faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allegedly, scientists sacrifice human lives in the name of science for advanced medical research. this's definitely a controversial topic.&lt;br /&gt;80% of world's population hates their jobs. it is their dreams that keep them going.&lt;br /&gt;there is a constant struggle between logic and faith as the latter is belief not based on proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mathematically, they can also be:&lt;br /&gt;science = murder + ethics&lt;br /&gt;life = jobs + dreams&lt;br /&gt;emotions = faith + logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and similarly, the following:&lt;br /&gt;ethics = science - murder&lt;br /&gt;dreams = life - jobs&lt;br /&gt;logic = emotions - faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of them just make sense, needless for me to explain right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-7589921617493742000?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7589921617493742000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=7589921617493742000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7589921617493742000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/7589921617493742000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/04/saw-these-3-equations-in-tv-triller-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-1812354289130902718</id><published>2008-04-18T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:14:14.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there's a stupid dead cockroach in my room - exact location unknown. didn't have a gd night sleep yesterday due to this stupid creature. i hate cockroach!! it was around 1am + and i was happily surfing the net on my bed when i saw a FAT, BLACK MONSTER sticking on the wall and with WINGS! it was definitely traumatising and i ran out of the rm in split second, im very sure! so i waited for my sis to come out of the toilet. she's the only girl in the hse who dares to spray bygone directly onto this monster. imagine we (actually is she) 'wrestled' with it until 3am plus. she told me the cockroach was killed n dropped somewhere beside my cupboard. today i did a spring cleaning but it was nowhere to be found. anyway yest night i stayed in the living rm till 5am till i made sure there was no living cockroach in the rm. what a night! anyway today is a fulfiling day as i finally did a FULL spring cleaning of my entire hse; started from 930am to 6pm. spick and span. all measures abt cleanliness have been done to prevent another invasion of monster cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even had a mini dream lst night. i dreamt of a super gigantic huge cockroach chasing me; right now the image is still in my head. wtf. gives me the creeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-1812354289130902718?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1812354289130902718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=1812354289130902718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1812354289130902718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/1812354289130902718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-stupid-dead-cockroach-in-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Juanzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276844904347374321</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-19990644.post-5803711278635150952</id><published>2008-04-18T01:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:25.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored so was navigating some guys' pics. decided to post my fav guys online. they are hot .. cute =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SAeH57__AdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/7UVWGROi8OM/s1600-h/thumb_20071002_0a9b59c51398c81dd5f9LEduDMoaoaYV%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SAeH57__AdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/7UVWGROi8OM/s400/thumb_20071002_0a9b59c51398c81dd5f9LEduDMoaoaYV%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190266524996141522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 9-6-1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SAeGE7__AYI/AAAAAAAAAak/cEvRIx2NpOY/s1600-h/thumb_20_1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SAeGE7__AYI/AAAAAAAAAak/cEvRIx2NpOY/s400/thumb_20_1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190264514951446914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 28-12-1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SAeHq7__AcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JogCIcdsY9I/s1600-h/220px-Bosco_Wong_%25282006%2529%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SAeHq7__AcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JogCIcdsY9I/s200/220px-Bosco_Wong_%25282006%2529%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190266267298103746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 13-12-1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SAeRrr__AgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LINnuioEvpw/s1600-h/120Jay%2520Chou12961%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SAeRrr__AgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LINnuioEvpw/s400/120Jay%2520Chou12961%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190277275299283458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 18-1-1979&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SAeObr__AfI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qRDhkPFMdw4/s1600-h/MV5BMzUzNDE3MTY2NV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNjUzOTQz._V1._CR0,0,277,277_SS100_%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFFK4HUn1Q8/SAeObr__AfI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qRDhkPFMdw4/s400/MV5BMzUzNDE3MTY2NV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNjUzOTQz._V1._CR0,0,277,277_SS100_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190273701886493170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 29-12-1972&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990644-5803711278635150952?l=juanzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5803711278635150952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990644&amp;postID=5803711278635150952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990644/posts/default/5803711278635150952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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