<?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-9306211</id><updated>2011-09-05T20:57:50.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JonLibra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-1894361344462521011</id><published>2008-07-06T15:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:23:22.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with mamak birthday 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Its the &lt;strong&gt;3rd&lt;/strong&gt; time I celebrated &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mamak's birthday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and I hope for more to come. Also this yr was my fav. We had lots of close friends around and everyone was happy... I hope... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY BETTER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This yr we went back to &lt;strong&gt;Fairmont Hotel of Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;, formally known as &lt;strong&gt;Raffles the Plaza&lt;/strong&gt;, also formally known as &lt;strong&gt;Westin&lt;/strong&gt;... So leh chey keep changing names... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We got a different suit this time... the more &lt;em&gt;ChiNa &lt;/em&gt;one... the last time was the &lt;em&gt;thai cum indonesian theme&lt;/em&gt;... I wanted the more &lt;em&gt;zen&lt;/em&gt; with the marine fishtank one but it was unavailable... Damn!!! It was so fabulous the room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got to give thanks to several &lt;strong&gt;BAOs&lt;/strong&gt; for their help and time in planning and setting the place up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bao Chu&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Bao Te&lt;/strong&gt; for planning the whole thing with me, &lt;strong&gt;Bao Tun&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Bao Tiu&lt;/strong&gt; for decorating the place up for me... It would be a successful one without ur helps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thanks for the many many friends who turned up to celebrate the event with us too... I really appreciate it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Finally I hope mamak had a good time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SHCCT7CecRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QO0j4MrNqyI/s1600-h/IMG_3310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219815246899605778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SHCCT7CecRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QO0j4MrNqyI/s200/IMG_3310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kev's big Birthday Banner... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(god damn ceiling is so tall... I need alan to help me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SHCFX7BmgPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8T8X4QhQp_k/s1600-h/IMG_3397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219818614150299890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SHCFX7BmgPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8T8X4QhQp_k/s200/IMG_3397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kev's yummy cake... (the words were "Kevin's Birthday, Happy!) inspired from his fav charactar Yoda (I know its abit lame... EAT ME!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SHCI3-aU-ZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hJqV18GvADg/s1600-h/IMG_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219822463350012306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SHCI3-aU-ZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hJqV18GvADg/s200/IMG_3313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kev's lovely masterbedroom... with petals and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SHB_sL8lkTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/O1IPl3WGb58/s1600-h/_MG_3231.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SHCDJy_AluI/AAAAAAAAAKs/c6IUEPXzgoQ/s1600-h/IMG_3368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219816172450518754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SHCDJy_AluI/AAAAAAAAAKs/c6IUEPXzgoQ/s200/IMG_3368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kev's planners and decoraters... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Thank you guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The rest of the photos I have decided to load up in FaceBook... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go check them out. Its great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=59543&amp;amp;id=711762109"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=59543&amp;amp;id=711762109&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=59532&amp;amp;id=711762109"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=59532&amp;amp;id=711762109&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Thanks Twin, for helping me taking all those pics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-1894361344462521011?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/1894361344462521011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=1894361344462521011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/1894361344462521011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/1894361344462521011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-with-mamak-birthday-2008.html' title='The one with mamak birthday 2008'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SHCCT7CecRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QO0j4MrNqyI/s72-c/IMG_3310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-8311171618336633615</id><published>2008-06-05T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:28:50.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the Pox again...</title><content type='html'>I've been having this pain on my right back and shoulder for the past few days and I thot I sprained my back while gymming. Soon I noticed some rashes coming out on my back and the pain got worst... I was so worried and didnt knw wat was happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was preparing for work, the pain just kept throbbing on my back. I was comtemplating whether to apply for medical leave as I only have a few hours before I report for work. After consulting Kev, I decided to call in sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kev brought me to the doctor and to my surprise...&lt;br /&gt;I was diagnosed with Shingles which is another form of Chicken Pox.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently a person will get shingles if he is very stress or having low immune systems and its also left over virus from the 1st chicken pox... Damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I didnt go for work bcos shingles are very contagious. The following days to come, I was so in pain, i couldnt lift anything with my right hand and i could sleep properly. No matter how much painkillers I took, the pain is still so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 4th day and finally, I felt alittle better. The pain is lesser and the rashes are drying up. Still I was told I couldnt go out yet as I might spread to others... Sigh... I wish to get better soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-8311171618336633615?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/8311171618336633615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=8311171618336633615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/8311171618336633615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/8311171618336633615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-with-pox-again.html' title='The one with the Pox again...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-5546810768274568172</id><published>2008-05-27T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:04:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with David vs David...</title><content type='html'>I am so pissed...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO PISSED!!!&lt;/strong&gt; No words can describe how PISSED I am recently!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun mean to be emotional but somethings, certain person do deserve better than others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost by 12 MILLION VOTES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;strong&gt; WAT THE FUCK R U DOING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U american idol voters!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!!!! &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was forcing myself to wake up at 8am on a thurs morning only to endure 2hrs 5mins of anticipation to realise that my fav... &lt;strong&gt;Archuleta&lt;/strong&gt;... lost the crown to &lt;strong&gt;Cook&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I mean &lt;strong&gt;WAT THE FUCK!!! WAT THE FUCK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The whole damn show is such a conspiracy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Simon's late minute apologies,&lt;br /&gt;the whole led up of the showing implying Archuleta going to win,&lt;br /&gt;Archuleta's dad being overly managing,&lt;br /&gt;the voting age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Apparently, under 13 cannot vote n alot of Archuleta's fans were under that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so obivous Paula is rooting for Cook and just look at her face when he was crowned... I mean... &lt;strong&gt;DO WE NEED ANOTHER CHRIS DAUGHTRY???&lt;/strong&gt; He sounded like another rocker and I think Chris is still better than him and further more, Archuleta's voice is more unique....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept praising abt his originality... &lt;strong&gt;HELLO!!! STUPID VOTERS OUT THERE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; He copied all the remix from other artists!!! He only did &lt;strong&gt;Mariah's&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Always Be My Baby&lt;/em&gt;" on his own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID!!! IDIOTS!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So FUSTRATING!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 seasons, I dun feel that the winners are deserving. It all ended after the most talented and successful to date idol winner "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie Underwood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" was crowned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor Hicks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is such a waste of producers' time... he won bcos of his iconic white hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordin Sparks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, just see ur album sales and hits of her songs, u know her results r just so so...&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Cook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I bet with Archuleta is going to sell more albums than him... just u watch... it will be another Clay vs Ruben...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the person I think deserve for season 4 over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hicks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; such be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paris Bennett&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... She is such a talented singer, I felt so sad that she is managed by her mum and grandma as she was poorly advertised and had produced such a bad album even though she sang so well... If she went into the &lt;strong&gt;Jamie Cullen&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Buble's&lt;/strong&gt; style of music, she would be hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who else deserve better than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melinda Doolittle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Her album is coming out soon... I do hope her agent, producer, manager do her justice!!! She is a rare gem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of Idol talks... I just have to live with it... if only I can vote....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like the good guys always loose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking abt that.... leads me to talk abt &lt;strong&gt;SURVIVOR: MICRONESIA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... The jury were just Fools... come on, didnt u realise that &lt;strong&gt;AMANDA &lt;/strong&gt;is teaching u ppl out there that u dun need to play dirty to win!!! &lt;strong&gt;COME ON!!!&lt;/strong&gt; She did it twice in a roll both in China and Micronesia that &lt;strong&gt;the game is not always outwit, outplay, outlast... u can be nice too...&lt;/strong&gt; It is so stereotyping that if u r ruthless and behave like a bitch, u will win the game... wat kind of a role model is that...!!! The only good thing out of the show was having &lt;strong&gt;Ozzy&lt;/strong&gt; falling in love with &lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt;... That was touching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So u see... being such a reality shows freak... it was so disheartening to keep having the ppl the root for loosing in the game... It is so not my yr with the TV shows... And dun get me started with &lt;strong&gt;ANTM cycle 9 and 10&lt;/strong&gt;... both winners dun deserve it as well!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-5546810768274568172?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/5546810768274568172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=5546810768274568172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/5546810768274568172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/5546810768274568172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-with-david-vs-david.html' title='The one with David vs David...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-699737989936153403</id><published>2008-05-06T01:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:23:22.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with new found friends...</title><content type='html'>New &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'friends'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the block...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these friends arent just ur typical friends........&lt;br /&gt;All of them have their difference &lt;em&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;DIVA&lt;/strong&gt;'ness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them are here to &lt;strong&gt;'strut'&lt;/strong&gt; their stuffs&lt;br /&gt;All of them are ready to fight for the coveted priceless &lt;strong&gt;'wig'&lt;/strong&gt; moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And presenting them in alphabetical order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALAN &lt;/strong&gt;aka Astro aka Hantu Gi Gi aka Yellow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SCRoawRdFeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-GlH-uiizys/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198394678736393698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SCRoawRdFeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-GlH-uiizys/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALSTON &lt;/strong&gt;aka Britney (Spears of cos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SCRqOARdFfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6UYDv9vc75E/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198396658716317170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SCRqOARdFfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6UYDv9vc75E/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JASON &lt;/strong&gt;aka Ah Boo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SCRsEgRdFgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pi7GixRdt-4/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198398694530815490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SCRsEgRdFgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pi7GixRdt-4/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAMMI &lt;/strong&gt;aka Surfer Dude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SCRtLgRdFhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/J8bVGzefL1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198399914301527570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SCRtLgRdFhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/J8bVGzefL1Q/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SASA &lt;/strong&gt;(the name speaks alot for itself) aka One of the Olsens (the other being me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SCRywQRdFiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cIR694AfHdo/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198406043219858978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SCRywQRdFiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cIR694AfHdo/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure we will have more fun to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-699737989936153403?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/699737989936153403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=699737989936153403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/699737989936153403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/699737989936153403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-with-new-found-friends.html' title='The one with new found friends...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/SCRoawRdFeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-GlH-uiizys/s72-c/IMG_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-8973044232204208762</id><published>2008-03-17T20:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:23:23.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with disappting winner in ANTM 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just finished &lt;strong&gt;ANTM cycle 9&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, am a little slow on my news but it was another great season but yet again another boring Winner... &lt;strong&gt;Saleisha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really rooting for &lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt; not only bcos of her disability but also she was the underdog and I hated the girls who kept bullying her... esp &lt;strong&gt;Saleisha&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Bianca&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Hence I dun think &lt;strong&gt;Saleisha&lt;/strong&gt; is a good role model at all... I dun see anything special abt &lt;strong&gt;Saleisha&lt;/strong&gt; and again I felt &lt;strong&gt;Tyra &lt;/strong&gt;was abit biased this season with her. &lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt; is a good role model bcos in the next season of the show, you can bet that there will be alot of girls with different health problems trying out for the cycle. And it won't be the usual girls that you see on the show. But I knw &lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt; would never win the competition unless she perfected her walk and has more confident... I was just hoping she made it further into the series... I will miss her beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is my choice for this season's Winner!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9_PefE-TaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/r8zZBr-iwIg/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179086219144744354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9_PefE-TaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/r8zZBr-iwIg/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9_MgPE-TVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DZ_1R2X0ie8/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179082950674632018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9_MgPE-TVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DZ_1R2X0ie8/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9_MxvE-TWI/AAAAAAAAAJE/2RYyNryCr04/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179083251322342754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9_MxvE-TWI/AAAAAAAAAJE/2RYyNryCr04/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9_NrPE-TYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/M6v3n_tRFP0/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179084239164820866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9_NrPE-TYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/M6v3n_tRFP0/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9_OBPE-TZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hlpbUkoPtBY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179084617121942930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9_OBPE-TZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hlpbUkoPtBY/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-8973044232204208762?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/8973044232204208762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=8973044232204208762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/8973044232204208762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/8973044232204208762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-with-another-disappting-winner-in.html' title='The one with disappting winner in ANTM 9'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9_PefE-TaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/r8zZBr-iwIg/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-662993024600341645</id><published>2008-03-10T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:21:00.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the many Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When do you know enough is enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I always being shouted at?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you get use of being shouted at?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you know when you are wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you know when you are right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I always in the wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why I am never right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is the judge?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the judge always right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come I can never stand up for myself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come I have no right to stand up for myself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you have to force me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I never good enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I never good?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I deserve it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does anyone deserve such treatment?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you feel being chased out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I always being chased out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will all these stop?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will these ever stop?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sign out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-662993024600341645?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/662993024600341645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=662993024600341645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/662993024600341645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/662993024600341645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-with-many-questions.html' title='The one with the many Questions...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-3264355909758981754</id><published>2008-03-07T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:23:24.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with Val's BDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I got to visit one of the most magnificent places in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful &lt;strong&gt;PARIS&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SJSfE-TII/AAAAAAAAAHg/lBz7az2BNq8/s1600-h/CIMG1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175912822428552322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SJSfE-TII/AAAAAAAAAHg/lBz7az2BNq8/s400/CIMG1164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.... The sights, the smell, the food... wat a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared when I saw the Effiel both in the day and nite. The brilliant display of lights was unforgettable, somehow I felt that the storekeeper there took its majestic presence for granted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SLaPE-TLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ft3igE9UDLE/s1600-h/CIMG1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175915154595794098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SLaPE-TLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ft3igE9UDLE/s400/CIMG1177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SK4fE-TKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_CqIElpamq4/s1600-h/CIMG1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175914574775209122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SK4fE-TKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_CqIElpamq4/s400/CIMG1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SM0PE-TNI/AAAAAAAAAII/Eyjkt90E1mY/s1600-h/CIMG1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175916700784020690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SM0PE-TNI/AAAAAAAAAII/Eyjkt90E1mY/s400/CIMG1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SNi_E-TOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e0lifeUmKB8/s1600-h/CIMG1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175917503942905058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SNi_E-TOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e0lifeUmKB8/s400/CIMG1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at &lt;strong&gt;Notre Dame&lt;/strong&gt;, I imagine I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quasimodo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; banging the balls of the bells... hehehe!! Or when taking the &lt;em&gt;BatoBus boat ride&lt;/em&gt;, I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Esmeralda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captain Phoebus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; having a romantic tour ard Paris... Or in the&lt;strong&gt; Lourve&lt;/strong&gt;, Aww... I WISH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SP9_E-TQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K2SkFk56FcY/s1600-h/CIMG1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175920166822628610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SP9_E-TQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K2SkFk56FcY/s320/CIMG1415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9STMfE-TTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fqZaqcvKNuM/s1600-h/CIMG1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175923714465615154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9STMfE-TTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fqZaqcvKNuM/s320/CIMG1417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9STpPE-TUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3PMTEdQixDY/s1600-h/CIMG1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175924208386854210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9STpPE-TUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3PMTEdQixDY/s320/CIMG1416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a surprisingly wonderful trip!!! French guys!!! Yum Yum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to spore in the morning and it a flight again to KL, this time to celebrate good friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valeri Wan's BIRTHDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=548919991"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=548919991&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(check out the sexy bitch!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of fun partying both in the hotel and at &lt;strong&gt;La Queen&lt;/strong&gt;... Too bad I didnt take much pics... Well I do have some unglam pics posted up by good friend Sasa... Thanks ah!!! So unglam loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trippingseries.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.trippingseries.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(don't judge please!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rod&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for taking care of me in KL, during my unglam moments... haha and of cos Val lah. I met Alston too who is such a sweet sweet person!!! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its back to work... sigh... next is Osaka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-3264355909758981754?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/3264355909758981754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=3264355909758981754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/3264355909758981754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/3264355909758981754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-with-vals-bday.html' title='The one with Val&apos;s BDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R9SJSfE-TII/AAAAAAAAAHg/lBz7az2BNq8/s72-c/CIMG1164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-2395742504079501363</id><published>2008-02-24T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:34:58.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the last days of CNY</title><content type='html'>“JUMPER” the movie SUCKS! SUCKS! SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean what nonsense script was that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much hype abt the movie, so much it even got Kev to talk abt it for the longest time b4 it finally reached the shore. I mean the concept of the movie is cool and all but the story was so poorly written its just bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELO!!! Suddenly appearing in a section of the library and with it a pool of water, won’t anyone wonder how is it possible and would like question the boy? Also isn’t there any cam in the bank’s vault? And if u realize one day that ur bf can teleport, the first impression on ur face is “Anger”??? Wat more can go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the crappy script, it was pleasant to see Jamie Bell grow up from his “Billy Elliot” days. He was so young then but could have grown up to be more better looking though. Hahaha. Well it’s the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY finally came to an end. I really treasure this times as this is the only time friends would make an effort to catch up with one another and stuff. I recently went to visit my sec sch CCA teacher. It has been 14 years since I graduated from sec sch and I can’t believe that after all these years, our swimming club members still gathered together during CNY. According to the members, I have been absent for 5 yrs!!! As the last grp photo I took with them was in 2003. I was looking thru those photo albums of my past. I tell u!!! Some photos should be locked up or burnt! I was so scrawny then. And dun get me started on my fashion sense, hahaha… But I must admit, I had the best time of my life in my sec sch days. I miss all those friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY goodies… I didn’t have much this year as mum didn’t stock up this time. But wat I had a lot was “Yu Sheng”. Its like my most fav dish of all times and I could only eat it for 15 days before it runs out. I had it like almost everywhere and the best “yu sheng” I tasted so far is at “Island Café” located at level 4 of CK Tang. Its just super super yummy!!! At a cost of $25++, the portion is enough for 4 person and the variety of ingredients were just awesome! There were not only the usual stuff, we also found out that there were orange peels and some sugary delights and most of all, they gave a whole lot of crackers that just made it a divine dish to dine. I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-2395742504079501363?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/2395742504079501363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=2395742504079501363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/2395742504079501363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/2395742504079501363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-with-last-days-of-cny.html' title='The one with the last days of CNY'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-2575331921351033589</id><published>2008-02-06T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:36:23.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its the CNY season again. I'm glad to be in spore during this time... But it came with some disappointment... I guess I can't ask for everything, I mean I have my CNY in spore rite... but then again wats the point if he can't spend it with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just return back from UK, London... I have a FANTASTIC FANTASTIC time... I met several new friends and we had lots of fun... Although watching "Joesph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat" was really a disappointment, I still enjoyed the trip. My first time clubbing in a gay club overseas... The drinks, the music, the guys... yummy!!! I can't wait to do it again... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&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/9306211-2575331921351033589?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/2575331921351033589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=2575331921351033589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/2575331921351033589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/2575331921351033589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-with-my-cny.html' title='The one with my CNY'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-7257387054325288966</id><published>2008-01-05T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:23:26.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with ....2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt;... Its a brand new year for many and new beginnings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As for me, its just a continuation of &lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;... I try to make resolutions for each year but I dun seem to follow it... so for &lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;FREE n EASY&lt;/em&gt;!!! Just be happy!!! &lt;em&gt;(easier said than done)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How did I spend my new year countdown? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-HtD7bsQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Sf21wBDTk9A/s1600-h/CIMG1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151985706953584898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-HtD7bsQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Sf21wBDTk9A/s200/CIMG1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suitton Hotel, Room 721 in Vancouver, Canada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Wow, so shiok!!! many would say.... OH SHUT UP!!! It was so pathetic, spending it alone in the room. I thot that something might happen below as I looked out the window... silence............. All I could do was watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seattle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYC Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; having their countdowns on TV. Its not that I didnt try to make something happen... everyone was so tired &lt;em&gt;(jet lag I guess)&lt;/em&gt; n I refused to go out alone. I wouldnt do anything stupid or dangerous, like join in some random parties getting fucking drunk, or just getting fucked &lt;strong&gt;:p&lt;/strong&gt; or could I??? I am sure that would be much better than staying alone in the room. &lt;strong&gt;Kev&lt;/strong&gt; was absent bcos he was in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taipei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; partying hard!!! I dun blame him, in fact I hope he had more fun than me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, enough of sulking... I did have some fun in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vancouver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; actually. Me and 4 of my friends went up to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vancouver's Grouse Mountain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Along the way, we stopped over to take some time to explore the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capilano&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Suspension Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It was alrite. Nice view, fresh air, "COLD!!!!"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-Czj7bsFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LNRxGaqUgi0/s1600-h/CIMG1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151980321064595538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-Czj7bsFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LNRxGaqUgi0/s200/CIMG1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-IvD7bsRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6Co-CKFB_Pg/s1600-h/CIMG1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151986840824951058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-IvD7bsRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6Co-CKFB_Pg/s200/CIMG1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-DAD7bsGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rBQvrpvVxns/s1600-h/CIMG1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151980535812960354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-DAD7bsGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rBQvrpvVxns/s200/CIMG1049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-DXj7bsHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LjHJMj-BKXQ/s1600-h/CIMG1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151980939539886194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-DXj7bsHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LjHJMj-BKXQ/s200/CIMG1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next stop was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grouse Mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we took a cable ride up the steep mountain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-D2D7bsII/AAAAAAAAAFw/tCDqRsECnos/s1600-h/CIMG1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151981463525896322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-D2D7bsII/AAAAAAAAAFw/tCDqRsECnos/s200/CIMG1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The view over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vancouver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;magnificent&lt;/strong&gt;, its just great. The only complain was being too foggy that day... it would be perfect. When we arrived, it wasnt very crowded, visibility is quite ok. The best time was when we decided to have a snowball fight. The snowballs were all so soft and fluffy...&lt;strong&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-Ekz7bsJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mn8mUBim1x0/s1600-h/CIMG1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151982266684780690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-Ekz7bsJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mn8mUBim1x0/s200/CIMG1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-FTj7bsKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fbGpWSE3aMs/s1600-h/CIMG1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151983069843665058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-FTj7bsKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fbGpWSE3aMs/s200/CIMG1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After tiring ourselves out, we recharged by having a light meal at the bistro in the lodge. The stew was not bad. Skiing wasnt an option bcos some of the girls are not confident and we didnt want to hurt ourselves just in case, so we took up a less dangerous winter sport. Ice skating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-FlD7bsLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GyBCNVpx28g/s1600-h/CIMG1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151983370491375794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-FlD7bsLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GyBCNVpx28g/s200/CIMG1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was so long time ago in my polytechnic days I last skated. I wasnt too bad then, I hope I didnt loose touch of it and made a fool of myself. I never dreamt that I would one day skate on an actual frozen lake&lt;em&gt; (the size of a pond actually)...&lt;/em&gt; none the less, it was great experience, seeing my friends falling all over the place... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-F5D7bsMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/epkYvwmhpIM/s1600-h/CIMG1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151983714088759490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-F5D7bsMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/epkYvwmhpIM/s200/CIMG1121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-G5T7bsOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/E6yobSCt8hc/s1600-h/CIMG1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151984817895354594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-G5T7bsOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/E6yobSCt8hc/s200/CIMG1119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-GIj7bsNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sP62KBKc5Sk/s1600-h/CIMG1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151983980376731858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-GIj7bsNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sP62KBKc5Sk/s200/CIMG1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-HSD7bsPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DQYWTIVhEEk/s1600-h/CIMG1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151985243097116914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-HSD7bsPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DQYWTIVhEEk/s200/CIMG1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soon, the sun started to set and we hurried back fearing massive crowd jamming into the buses... and we were glad we did bcos it was reported, after an hour we left, there was a blizzard. Too bad we didnt manage to catch some dropping of snow flakes... it would be the icing on the cake for the whole experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-JDD7bsSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZHn6ERy8hP4/s1600-h/CIMG1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151987184422334754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-JDD7bsSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZHn6ERy8hP4/s200/CIMG1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nidhi, Ellen, Billy, Michelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for such a memorable experience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its been &lt;em&gt;8 days&lt;/em&gt; since I left spore. I miss &lt;strong&gt;Kev&lt;/strong&gt; alot and my next stop would be visiting my good good friends in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the next &lt;em&gt;4 days&lt;/em&gt;... I can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-7257387054325288966?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/7257387054325288966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=7257387054325288966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/7257387054325288966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/7257387054325288966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-with-2008.html' title='The one with ....2008...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/R3-HtD7bsQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Sf21wBDTk9A/s72-c/CIMG1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-2648355431633380686</id><published>2007-12-21T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:12:47.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with a day to remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On the 11th Nov, I celebrated a very special day with my family. My sis finally got hitched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somehow, I have wished for the day to come, hoping that maybe when she left the house... meaning more room for me... HAHAHA!!! In contrary, I never knew I would feel differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For many years, our r/s seemed to drift further and further and soon we don't really talk that much anymore. Moreover, with my job, I never had the opportunity to attend many of the in-law gatherings. Wat was worst is that after dating for abt 5yrs, I never got to learn wat my further bro-in-law works in which company other than being in an advertising company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sometimes, I would feel abit sad bcos we use to be so close when we were young and I always remembered the times we went out together, and me always watching over her in sch. The funny thing was that my best friend's younger sis was her best friend too and four of us would hang out together all the time and strange enough, both our friendship with our best friends didnt last... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Something that I will always remembered for instance was when we were very young, the two of us went out together to watch "The Little Mermaid" by ourselves for the first time at the original Cathay cinema at Handy road . We bought so much stuffs at Yaohan that we had no money to go home. Then we tried to sell the stuff back to the cashier to earn some money back home. That was so memorable... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now back to the wedding... On the day of the ceremony, she and my bro-in-law had to serve me a cup of tea as a form of chinese tradition. I never would expect what happened next... I started tearing and soon after I was bawling so badly, I had to quickly exit myself to my room... I don't understand the rush of emotions that just took control of me... (Everyone... Awww....) Wats worst was that the video camera man took the opportunity to stuff the camera in my face recording every moment!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I suddenly realised that, I am loosing my lil sister... After all these yrs of silence, I actually cared for her so much and that I never expected to miss her that much. It shocked her too as she had always asked my mum whether I had ever cared abt her... Well I guess she does now...&lt;br /&gt;During the wedding ceremony at Conrad, it was her turn to make the speech... I didnt expect wat she would say but as she uttered the words ..."Someone dear in my life, a man of VERY VERY few words, my brother. Thank you for caring and loving me..." (Aww....Wailing moment!!!) Ah yoh the waterworks don't seem to be stopping loh... (Camera in ur face!!!) Paiseh man...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Everything went well... She was great... My bro-in-law was great... So happened that, his name is also Kevin which is the same as my beloved as well as the very gay wedding planner... I was surprise my sis actually has lots of gay friends... truely eye candies for me as while as me for them... HAHAHA... I was good... I was great... I was yummy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Past few weeks were great, my r/s with my sis started to grow again. She would sms me more which she never in the past. And I actually wrote to her my feeliings and how much I really cared even when I didnt show... which I will try harder in the further... I am really happy now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Her getting married is the best thing that could happen to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Now I am proud to say... I love my sis... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-2648355431633380686?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/2648355431633380686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=2648355431633380686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/2648355431633380686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/2648355431633380686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-with-day-to-remember.html' title='The one with a day to remember...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-1960586587696490168</id><published>2007-10-24T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:41:08.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the bitchfest!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It felt like ages that I last bitched abt something... I missed it and I have so much bottled inside waiting to &lt;strong&gt;explode&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV shows...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lately saw the end of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live the Dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". I dunno wat u think but for me, it was really a waste of time. The only one that really deserve the title is "&lt;strong&gt;By Def&lt;/strong&gt;". Of cos they won n bcos they deserve it totally. I still think they shd have only 1 ultimate winner and it would probably be "&lt;strong&gt;By Def&lt;/strong&gt;". Its not that I dun like the soloist, but there are really some serious ugly in there which doesnt include &lt;strong&gt;Shauna&lt;/strong&gt;. I still think bcos of the whole package. She should have won... AND someone should really SMACK &lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&gt; on his head and wake him up!!! U R A LOUSY SINGER!!! I do hope I dun see him again on TV... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Next for everyone's fav &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANTM cycle 8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I think many would agree with me that the most deserving didnt win this cycle. I think the series hasnt ended yet so I wont tell but get really for some serious disapptment. The judges esp &lt;strong&gt;Tyra&lt;/strong&gt; really copped out on this season finalist just bcos they wanted to increase their ratings. Its was really unjust and u can read more on the interviews conducted in the magazine. Although the winner was originally my fav to win, I do believe the title shd belong to the 2nd runnerup. I will talk abt it more when the series ends in Spore. Didnt want to spoil the ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazing Race Asia 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... can our local contestants be more gay than they already are... I wonder did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UrbanMale &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sponser them with unlimited tank tops so that they can run ard showing off their biceps n bods... Wow and the history ... Hope he dun kick me out of his class the next time I attend his lessons in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cali &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for saying this... Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ERP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;U would think the gov has earn enough from the citizen of sg, now they decided to build more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ERP post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the expressway. Now when u r going to work, some ppl have to pay up to $10 freaking dollars. &lt;strong&gt;WTF!&lt;/strong&gt; Everybody was so fuck up with the timing n system. It has costed more problems than solving one. Imagine the amt of money they collect at the end of the yr. Wat do they do with the money??? Do u think they actually care? They say they r trying to solve our problems are just bullshitting. They just want to providing their freaking wives with more useless &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spa treatments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shopping spree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so they can make stupid comments like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"earning freaking hundreds of thousands of dollars"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is nothing, which one of the bimbos once decided to stick up for a particular dark skin &lt;strong&gt;CEO&lt;/strong&gt; who was an ass to take money which is not his!! The nerve!! To think her husband is quite respectable... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-1960586587696490168?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/1960586587696490168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=1960586587696490168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/1960586587696490168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/1960586587696490168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-with-bitchfest.html' title='The one with the bitchfest!!!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-7032616933839875144</id><published>2007-10-18T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T01:44:47.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Its Oct... Birthday month for me... further more its my last time being in the 20s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I couldnt celebrate bcos I am not in &lt;strong&gt;SPORE&lt;/strong&gt; and its not by choice... You could say its by force. &lt;strong&gt;Life SUCKS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't take leave and can't even 'geng' MC... WTF!!! (wat the f**k) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those "people" are so &lt;strong&gt;EVIL&lt;/strong&gt;... I was actually given leave but was taken away. &lt;strong&gt;Kev&lt;/strong&gt; actually took leave for my birthday and thot we could travel... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Anyway I was in &lt;strong&gt;Frankfurt&lt;/strong&gt;, and my main purpose is to get an &lt;strong&gt;LV&lt;/strong&gt; bag present for my sis wedding. Thats the only reason I would go there. At least it motivate me alittle. Furthermore, I got to meet up with a close friend too, Kim and we did have quite a good day walking ard the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am happy and appreciative of all my friends sending me birthday wishes on fridae or on smses. Thanks for making me feel better. It really means a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-7032616933839875144?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/7032616933839875144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=7032616933839875144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/7032616933839875144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/7032616933839875144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-with-birthday.html' title='The one with the BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-1805756250403847588</id><published>2007-10-13T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:23:26.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my "Little Cookie"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;08 Oct 07, it was a very &lt;em&gt;grievous&lt;/em&gt; day for me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bought me something sweet and memorable. It was one of the most precious gifts I ever gotten. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;… Actually I meant a miniature &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cookie Monster bear bear&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rw-snh89tVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ffD8ngPIsew/s1600-h/CIMG0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120501096472491346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rw-snh89tVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ffD8ngPIsew/s200/CIMG0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The reason for such darling gesture was because he knew of recently, the tough ordeal I have to go through and getting me this, helps me remember his encouragement and presence.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; “&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cookie&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been travelling around the world with me ever since. I kept it close to me all the time. Looking at it is like looking at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;… It made me teared at times when I missed him terribly. I am in Ahmedabad now and tears are flowing as we speak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&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/9306211-1805756250403847588?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/1805756250403847588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=1805756250403847588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/1805756250403847588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/1805756250403847588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-with-my-little-cookie.html' title='The one with my &quot;Little Cookie&quot;'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rw-snh89tVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ffD8ngPIsew/s72-c/CIMG0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-8399428005921499348</id><published>2007-09-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:23:27.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with Nemo and his unwelcome friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I went for a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" in &lt;strong&gt;Male&lt;/strong&gt; recently, my maiden trip. I had great expectations hoping to have a great time. Well... remember the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BITCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I had a hard time in &lt;strong&gt;London&lt;/strong&gt; with, I bumped into her again. &lt;em&gt;Oh my god!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;What shit luck I have...!!!&lt;/em&gt; As usual, she had her usual nonsenses and the whole group is so distressed by her. I really don't know what her deal is, pissing everyone off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well, enough of her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seriously, whats the big deal with &lt;strong&gt;Male&lt;/strong&gt; really... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lets start with the resort...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Maybe I was staying at a cheap, ordinary resort, its like our &lt;strong&gt;Singapore's Rasa Sentosa&lt;/strong&gt; or the &lt;strong&gt;Siloso Beach Resort&lt;/strong&gt;. It was really disappointing. Furthermore, there were no service at all. What's worst, during my checkout day, it was pouring. Some rooms were provided with umbrella and mine wasn't. Not only that they didn't bring me one, I had to shelter myself with a towel all the way to the checkout counter which is like a mile away!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RwkamB89tNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ouOvg20VkuY/s1600-h/CIMG0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118651692144768210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RwkamB89tNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ouOvg20VkuY/s200/CIMG0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The other disappointing factor was the food was only mediocre. I went for their breakfast buffet, I thought I was at some "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Killiney Kopitiam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Then a friend of ours was raving abt this "&lt;strong&gt;Grilled Red Snapper&lt;/strong&gt;" at another eating place which needed like&lt;strong&gt; 30mins&lt;/strong&gt; to prepare. We decided to try it and it felt like an eternity until the fishes decided to turn up. By the way the cafe wasnt even crowded. The fishes that were slaughtered seemed to come from a family of 4. &lt;strong&gt;Michelle&lt;/strong&gt; got the mama fish, &lt;strong&gt;Aileen&lt;/strong&gt; got the sister, &lt;strong&gt;Lindsy&lt;/strong&gt; got the fat daddy and I got slim junior. The fishes came in different sizes and what was more interesting was, they all cost the same. &lt;strong&gt;Lindsy&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't stand daddy's BO so she wanted to exchanged her share for baby junior. It was terrible. Me and &lt;strong&gt;Aileen&lt;/strong&gt; went back to the resort getting diarrhoea after that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rwkb3R89tPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aenLcHOEjxw/s1600-h/CIMG0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118653088009139442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rwkb3R89tPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aenLcHOEjxw/s200/CIMG0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RwkfPB89tUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/coOxhYcfwrg/s1600-h/CIMG0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118656794565915970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RwkfPB89tUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/coOxhYcfwrg/s200/CIMG0620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Getting to the beach now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The weather wasn't that great but wasn't that bad either. I always thought the sands on &lt;strong&gt;Male&lt;/strong&gt; would be whiter and smoother... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WRONG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Its like any other beach sand you have in &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RwkdHx89tRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2B-XC0EDHGM/s1600-h/CIMG0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118654470988608786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RwkdHx89tRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2B-XC0EDHGM/s200/CIMG0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rwkd-B89tSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xda3epnv88s/s1600-h/CIMG0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118655402996512034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rwkd-B89tSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xda3epnv88s/s200/CIMG0643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The only exciting part of the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;holiday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" I guess was when I went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;snorkelling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The best memories had to be the close encounter with the different marine creatures, big and small. The water was shallow for quite a distance until we reached a deep drop into the ocean. This was where we saw some of the most fascinated creatures. The drop was really deep, we didnt dare to venture further fearing of the unknown. Its like the scene from "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nemo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and friends were at the cliff when they first discovered the boat way ahead. But the curiosity got the best of me so I decided to edge alittle more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rwkcox89tQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PdscAoXya7s/s1600-h/CIMG0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118653938412664066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rwkcox89tQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PdscAoXya7s/s200/CIMG0622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I caught a glimpse of what looked like &lt;em&gt;an enlongated silverish shadow&lt;/em&gt; ahead. I try to signal &lt;strong&gt;Aileen&lt;/strong&gt; to take a look but the shadow disappeared quickly. Shortly after, it appeared again... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 black-tip shark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; slowly &lt;em&gt;slither&lt;/em&gt; into sight. One was as long as 3 quarter length of my body and the other alittle shorter. It seemed like the mother shark was bringing &lt;em&gt;Junior&lt;/em&gt; out for a picnic and &lt;em&gt;Junior&lt;/em&gt; started making its way towards us, I was really starting to freak out. I know these sharks are usually quite harmless... &lt;strong&gt;ARE U NUTS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Im not going to just stay there and find out whether they are tame or not!!! Okay okay back to the story... &lt;em&gt;Junior&lt;/em&gt; started to circle us, I could see its eyes staring straight at us. That really wasn't a delightful feeling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rwkefx89tTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TsrifGAIiek/s1600-h/CIMG0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118655982817097010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rwkefx89tTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TsrifGAIiek/s200/CIMG0655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thot to myself, swim like ur life depended on it n just leave &lt;strong&gt;Aileen&lt;/strong&gt; behind for them to munch on. She should be enough for lunch... But I wasnt ready to do that. When the opportunity striked, I pulled &lt;strong&gt;Aileen&lt;/strong&gt; and we swam for our lives back to shore all the while looking back making sure &lt;em&gt;Junior&lt;/em&gt; didnt follow. I guess it was put off by our splashes from the water. They both disappeared from sight after awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I was saved and glad to live for another day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Well I guess these were my adventures in &lt;strong&gt;Male&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-8399428005921499348?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/8399428005921499348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=8399428005921499348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/8399428005921499348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/8399428005921499348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-with-nemo-and-his-unwelcome-friends.html' title='The one with Nemo and his unwelcome friends'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RwkamB89tNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ouOvg20VkuY/s72-c/CIMG0618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-8497177480069442366</id><published>2007-09-09T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:23:27.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with getting back to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think its like almost a month since I came back from London and other than my unpleasant experience, I had many to reminisce with. One very magical moment was to watch the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lion King Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was one of my favourite movies from Disney. I will never forget the experience that I had. I was cool the way they portray the whole movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RuPiFG43ZOI/AAAAAAAAADg/7yxAEYDeHNk/s1600-h/CIMG0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108174979744621794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RuPiFG43ZOI/AAAAAAAAADg/7yxAEYDeHNk/s200/CIMG0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After &lt;strong&gt;London&lt;/strong&gt;, its time for a nice relaxing&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 6-days holiday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;HK&lt;/strong&gt;. I was so looking forward to this bcos &lt;strong&gt;Kev&lt;/strong&gt; and I havent been able to go somewhere together for awhile. We decided to quickly take a short trip to really destress ourselves. We had our fun shopping and hanging with friends but we also had our low times where we had many disagreement and fights. I was quite disappointed how it turned out actually as we really needed this break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RuP0A243ZRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dDgLGbIqd6s/s1600-h/CIMG0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108194697939477778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RuP0A243ZRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dDgLGbIqd6s/s200/CIMG0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RuPza243ZQI/AAAAAAAAADw/XpYTiqmeKGU/s1600-h/CIMG0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108194045104448770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RuPza243ZQI/AAAAAAAAADw/XpYTiqmeKGU/s200/CIMG0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RuPxgW43ZPI/AAAAAAAAADo/v0d39vqJ3Eo/s1600-h/CIMG0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108191940570473714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RuPxgW43ZPI/AAAAAAAAADo/v0d39vqJ3Eo/s200/CIMG0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ever since we were back, I did miss the good times we had when we were there, I had never really been to &lt;strong&gt;HK&lt;/strong&gt; and really get a clear view of the entire city when I was there the last time. While I was there, I had one of my little silly childhood wish that came true. Though its a bad replica of it, I always wanted to go to &lt;strong&gt;DisneyLand (HK) &lt;/strong&gt;with my love one. Thanks dear for making my dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RuP3wm43ZSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EKPz02W-sLg/s1600-h/DSC02504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108198816813114658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RuP3wm43ZSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EKPz02W-sLg/s200/DSC02504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After coming back to spore, its time for the both of us to concentrate on our career again. Work for me is getting a little easier and better (I hope). Im really greatful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My last trip, I just came back from &lt;strong&gt;Fukuoka&lt;/strong&gt;, I finally got to meet a long time friend from Spore during my NS days. He got married and moved to Japan and had been doing quite well there ever since. I am very happy for him as if he would to stay in Spore, I wouldnt think he could do as well knowing to Sporean mentality. A simple example is, recently I have been trying to get into the &lt;strong&gt;NIE&lt;/strong&gt; program again. To no surprise, I was rejected again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You know why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I didnt graduate with a &lt;strong&gt;local university&lt;/strong&gt;. You mean just because you are from &lt;strong&gt;NTU, NUS, SMU&lt;/strong&gt;... you are good? Stupid Idiot whoever is incharge!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats discrimination!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Look at some of the crappy teachers they produced. Worst, some of them went into it bcos of convenience. Thinking that this is the easy way out instead of finding a career out there. I didnt realise my passion for teaching until I got out of it and missed the fun times when I had with my students. The bonds and friendships that we developed. Sometime, in order to really appreciate something, you must experience loosing it first and when you finally got it back thru obstacles, you will really appreciate and enjoy the job fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Alrite, enough of that and back to my visit to &lt;strong&gt;Fukuoka&lt;/strong&gt;, '&lt;strong&gt;Kenzo&lt;/strong&gt;' &lt;em&gt;(my friend's new jap name)&lt;/em&gt; brought me to &lt;strong&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/strong&gt; ferris wheel. I think I am having serious ferris wheel diarrhoea. Wats the craze with this really?!!?!?! It seems like a trend to have a wheel in every damn place. &lt;strong&gt;SHOW SOME CREATIVITY PEOPLE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Furthermore, I was told that Fukuoka has the second &lt;strong&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/strong&gt; wheel in the world... &lt;em&gt;(HUH?!?).&lt;/em&gt; Worst, while I was up there, all I could see was almost complete darkness!!! Although it overlook several islands nearby, there was no light or nothing to look at... it was such a boring 10mins ride back to reality. Still I do appreciate the show around. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Ruqu-o1biII/AAAAAAAAAEI/0UcyXtSTl54/s1600-h/CIMG0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110089118341892226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Ruqu-o1biII/AAAAAAAAAEI/0UcyXtSTl54/s200/CIMG0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Next stop... &lt;strong&gt;MALE&lt;/strong&gt;. I hope its nice and sunny!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sign out.&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/9306211-8497177480069442366?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/8497177480069442366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=8497177480069442366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/8497177480069442366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/8497177480069442366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-with-day-after.html' title='The one with getting back to work'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/RuPiFG43ZOI/AAAAAAAAADg/7yxAEYDeHNk/s72-c/CIMG0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-5913796173599037542</id><published>2007-08-16T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T08:44:54.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with fuckup trip to london AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A blink of an eye, its been &lt;strong&gt;6 months&lt;/strong&gt; and to my knowledge, all my batchmates should have passed their probation without much problem I suspect. I think I am the only one who got extended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well during my 4th month of work, I fractured my hand and rested for 7 weeks. So I guess that gives them a good enough reason to hold me back. Watever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Am now in &lt;strong&gt;London&lt;/strong&gt;... feeling miserable again... &lt;em&gt;(I have a reason okay!?!?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This is my second time going to &lt;strong&gt;London&lt;/strong&gt;. I remembered the first time, I had my first time encountered with &lt;strong&gt;fuck up lousy bitchy colleague&lt;/strong&gt; and that trip was only compensated bcos &lt;strong&gt;Martin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(BF's good friend)&lt;/em&gt; was there to meet up with me and somehow gave me some encouragement and brought me ard &lt;strong&gt;London&lt;/strong&gt; sightseeing. This time, I thought things would be different. I was so totally wrong. I was asked to work with 3 ladies while 2 of them really gave me &lt;strong&gt;HELL&lt;/strong&gt;... It was so difficult to work for them, they were so "&lt;em&gt;In Your Face&lt;/em&gt;" rude to me each time they spoke and totally didnt respect me at all. Also they would go round bitching behind my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was so upset and affected by all these and it really affected my ability to perform. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fucking bitches!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I hope they get what they deserve. No one shd be treated this way. And as usual, when we arrived, no one wanted to hangout even when I went up to ask them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What bitches!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't need this, I rather just be alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Luckily, I made a friend here, &lt;strong&gt;Willie&lt;/strong&gt;, we met up, had dinner and went ard abit but not too much as the weather wasnt good at all. Too bad he couldnt meet tomorrow so I guess its on my own then. I thought maybe I would go watch "&lt;strong&gt;Lion King the Musical&lt;/strong&gt;" which is quite near from where I stay. I always wanted to catch it so I guess this is the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just 2 days to go before I return back to &lt;strong&gt;Spore&lt;/strong&gt; and back into &lt;strong&gt;Kev's&lt;/strong&gt; embraced. I missed him so much and he hasnt been doing well in &lt;strong&gt;Spore&lt;/strong&gt; as well. He is facing work problem as well. I really hope that things will turn out better for both of us soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The other thing I am looking forward to is our Holiday trip to &lt;strong&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't wait. Shopping and meeting friends. I really need this break overseas. It would be a good short trip for both of us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-5913796173599037542?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/5913796173599037542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=5913796173599037542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/5913796173599037542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/5913796173599037542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-with-fuckup-trip-to-london-again.html' title='The one with fuckup trip to london AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-4018200343971926187</id><published>2007-08-05T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T15:21:21.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with a quick summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seem to be lazier and lazier each time when I decided to post a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Its not that nothing has happened lately, in fact, alot have happened in the past few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lets start off with my fractured hand and my problem with my company. I fractured my hands abt 2 mths ago and therefore unable to work for abt 6 weeks. I then have to inform my company thru a computer operated system. Due to my ignorance and unfamiliarity, I didnt follow thru with the instructions and hence the system didnt receive my call of absence, hence resulted me a permanent 2 demerit points which I really don't think I deserve. Its not abt the points that I receive that dampens me, its the company's inflexibility and biasness that really disappt me. Bcos of my hand, I have my probation extended abt another 3 more mths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;During my long break, I didnt do much actually. Really just resting alot, catch up with loads of quality time with &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt;, and at the same time, renovate my room alittle...&lt;em&gt; (a new bed, extension in wardrobe,...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;During this time, my late dad's mum finally past on. I won't pretend that I didnt enjoy this as I never forgave her for wat she done to my dad. She deserve wat she gets in the end, and pls don't get me wrong. She did have a luxurious life before her departure. I did tell myself when I left &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malacca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the last time for my dad's funeral, I promised never to return but even if I do, I make sure I go back there with certain success. I hope I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666600;"&gt;I also celebrated mum's birthday rite after the funeral, and I am quite please with the choice of my present. I bought it during my last flight before I injured myself and its a good thing I did. I didnt realise she actually like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;COACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... phew... relieved she liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I guess this is a short summary of wat happened the past 2 mths. Its actually more colorful than wat I have wrote... just couldnt remember the colorful parts...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dedicating this little part to a special friend... &lt;strong&gt;Dera&lt;/strong&gt;... Its her birthday this month, so wishing her best wishes and hope to see the next world famous designer in her someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-4018200343971926187?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/4018200343971926187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=4018200343971926187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/4018200343971926187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/4018200343971926187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-with-quick-summary.html' title='The one with a quick summary'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-4587277778372954123</id><published>2007-07-07T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T13:59:01.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the separation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just finished my last medical review, got another&lt;strong&gt; 2 weeks of rest&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Yap! As if I will....)&lt;/em&gt; Since probation is going to be extended, I better make sure it is completely healed b4 I start work again. I dun wanna be permanently injured u knw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After months of struggling, I finally admitted defeat. I thot abt it very long and although I will miss him alot, its not meant to be... In the end, it is still separation for us. I was very upset as I tried my hardest to work it out, trying all kinds of ways to prevent it from happening. I knew it will hurt alot so I decided to do it quick...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I never thot it would be that easy, it was quite quick and painless actually... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Taking out my nipple ring... &lt;strong&gt;(R.I.P 13 July Friday)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Okay, enough of unhappy memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; season again and I was so thrill to finally catch the fifth instalment of the series. I must admit, I did forget some of the plots but I am not that stupid enough forget &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything!!!???!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Yates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the director did such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOUSY CRAPPY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; job, it was suppose to be one of the most exciting 870 pages&lt;strong&gt; JK Rowling&lt;/strong&gt; had wrote and all David could do is to squeeze all of them in ard 2hr plus show. It was pathetic and dreadful. Utterly distasteful. The worst of them all is that he is coming back to film &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Half Blood Prince&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The reason I am so resentful with him is simply bcos he did such a lousy job in summarizing the book. I mean come on... you taking on this task obviously knw that you better do a good job but you didn't. The whole experience was so bittersweet as I yearn for its return but at wat cost. Im so disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On a lighter note. I went to watch the hilarious &lt;strong&gt;Dim Sum Dollies&lt;/strong&gt; last week and I really enjoyed myself. Its my first time seeing the Dollies series and it really perk up your entire day after dat. Too bad I couldnt go with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Val &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;twinky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the rest. Im sure it would be great fun with them ard. We shall do it the next time then. I am so happy to see them again. I really missed those times when I use to pop by KL for a few days hanging with them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pure Fun!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-4587277778372954123?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/4587277778372954123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=4587277778372954123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/4587277778372954123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/4587277778372954123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-with-separation.html' title='The one with the separation!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-8107230152012232569</id><published>2007-06-29T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:33:23.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where its more than meets the eye... TRANSFORM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Transformers, Robots in disguise..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Transformers, its more than meets the eye..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you just love the line and how it goes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe, I have finally watched the mother of all robot movies... It is every grown men's childhood memories. When we talk abt any robot cartoons, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will definitely be at the top of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to be honest. I didn't even know that they are making the movie until early this year when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kev&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; suddenly told me he saw the poster on &lt;em&gt;Apple website&lt;/em&gt;. I was like &lt;em&gt;WTF&lt;/em&gt;!!! (Wat The Fuck). Its actually kind of great that &lt;em&gt;Hollywood bigshots&lt;/em&gt; are bringing all the early greats back to life... Shows that we missed, shows that grew up with us, shows that brought us great memories of how the days were still so simple and nonsense-free... I am anticipating which early greats they are bringing back next... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MASK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CAPTAIN PLANET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MY LITTLE PONIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loves &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Little Ponies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...... ok TMI (Too Much Info)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, sometimes they spoil the whole experience for us... like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;TMNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle)&lt;/span&gt; It was quite the disaster the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok back to the topic of the day... the battle between the good and evil, the battle between &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Optimus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and newly dressed, oddly refurbished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Megatron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (Dun worry, I am not going to spill the beans of the movie, I m not a spoiler you knw) Maybe as usual I was overly expecting it to be great hence there was some disappointment but still the experience was great. I wont tell you which &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUTO&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and which &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;DECEPTICON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; made their screen debut but I am sure you will love the forever bubbly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BUBBLEBEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! Also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;JOSH DUHAMEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;em&gt;Las Vegas guy&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yum! Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with a capital &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ... He is so sexy in this film... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Army gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; throughout the whole film... wat can you ask for more...... &lt;strong&gt;topless&lt;/strong&gt; ... too good to be true. I can't wait to see more of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. It has came and gone, I have watched it and I wish for some more. I hope &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Micheal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Steven Spielberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; make this a sequel or a trilogy or watever they want. As it would be a shame to stop here. For now, I can only savour the moment when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Optimus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; says this beautiful line... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Autobots, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Transform and Roll Out&lt;/span&gt;!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-8107230152012232569?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/8107230152012232569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=8107230152012232569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/8107230152012232569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/8107230152012232569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-where-its-more-than-meets-eye.html' title='The one where its more than meets the eye... TRANSFORM!!!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-5315314179026603255</id><published>2007-06-03T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:54:34.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my visit to SFO</title><content type='html'>Its the last leg of the long flight I have been in, Korea. Can't wait to get back to spore to see my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco was alrite, I spent alot on Abrecrombe and I finally got myself a portable speaker for my Ipod. It was like $100 cheaper than spore's. I was hoping to get a glimpse of wat Iphone looks like but I have to wait till the end of the month. Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope dear likes wat I got who him. I am really upset that I am going to miss his bday as I will be in.... of all places DEHLI!!! Idiot!! I can only celebrate b4 and when I am back. I hope to give him another unforgettable one... I really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, nothing much happened in my life. Its can't lame and boring. Ohh!!!... I went to SFO to get Paris Bennett's debut album finally. I am so happy that she finally release after so long but I was disappted that Clive Davis didnt sign her up esp when they kept saying she is amazing. In the end, she signed up with some unknown cpy... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still dunno who Paris is, she is American Idol 5 finalist who finish 5th where untalented Taylor Hick won and still sucks in his album sales... I knew he wouldnt do well, he is an underdog and was just popular at that moment. Wat a waste in that season where so many good ones are available. I am still sad that Melinda Doolittle or Lakisha Jones didnt win the latest. Jordin is BORING! But at least Blake didnt win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next season. Oh yah... By now sporean would have heard abt the new reality singing competition. "Live Your Dream"... Some lame competition where wannabe rockstars wanna try out in the fame game and trust me, we will see some old faces again which we saw in Spore Lame Idol. The talented always don't win and sporeans only vote for those "I am so cute, I taste so sweet lousy singers who thinks they are so talented, aka Joakim" losers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok I better stop bitching after him... waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Miss Japan won Miss Universe... I thot she didnt deserve it and I didnt understand why she was picked until I saw the judges of the show. Among the top 10 or 5, I thot Miss Korea, Miss Venezuela were much better. Miss Japan was so common and I thot last yr's Japan was more exotic looking. If last yr's were in this yr's, she confirm will win... Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to go and I will be in the arms of dear... can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-5315314179026603255?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/5315314179026603255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=5315314179026603255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/5315314179026603255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/5315314179026603255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-with-my-visit-to-sfo.html' title='The one with my visit to SFO'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-2343760261478092247</id><published>2007-05-24T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:50:36.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my worries.</title><content type='html'>Recently I visit Bombay for the first time. I wasn't looking forward to it as all india flights weren't pleasant and it proved me rite. I sometimes just don't understand their behaviour and I don't even wanna try. But I always try to look at the silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during the early leg of the ride, I quickly receive 2 very rude and obnoxious individuals. They just weren't pleasant at all thru the way they talked to me and they even shout at me even when I didnt do anything wrong. But somehow thruout their journey, I managed to change their attitude alittle, an indian colleague of mine came up to me and told me they complimented me... That was a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the hotel, Intercontinental, it was beautiful, I was so amazed with its spacious room but unfortunately, I can't say much of it food though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been hard on me taking on this job. I have been feeling down and always sad each time I got to go to work. I started to doubt whether this is what I want. The main reason is bcos of Kev. He is very supportive of me dun misunderstand, its just that I really can't bear to leave him behind each time I leave the country. I guess he is more important to me than I realised. I just missed him too much each time I am away. Also dun misunderstand that maybe I dun trust him or anything. I trust him totally with my heart and thus I dun think that I shd leave him behind in spore... I thot of quitting after my bond but I am worried abt my further career...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-2343760261478092247?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/2343760261478092247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=2343760261478092247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/2343760261478092247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/2343760261478092247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-my-worries.html' title='The one with my worries.'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-7202637707489483851</id><published>2007-05-21T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:56:24.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the biggest American Idol upset! EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>Its been 2hrs since i saw the result show of the American Idol and the exit of my fav, melinda. I still couldnt believe wat america has done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I am so freaking upset that they would put thru Blake! I could understd Jordin but him!!! Imagine having a whole CD of songs with beatboxing in it, how long will it stay interesting &amp; fresh? If just on his vocals alone... Come on!!! Phil or Chris is so much better than him... I never would thot that he would go this far... I was looking forward for a 3 girl race.&lt;br /&gt;It already upset enough that my beloved KiKi, Lakisha was outsed last week and i am still recovering from the disapptment, now its melinda!!! I wanted a Melinda vs Lakisha ending... Wouldnt that be a greater bang and american idol history for the show. 2 of the most talented singers to battle it out. That would be SPECTACULAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading thru some of the reports and news on several website and I couldnt believe wat i read. Apparently, many has speculate the Blake vs Jordin finale as Melinda was abit too bland...&lt;br /&gt;BLAND!!! FUCK U bastard!!!! BLAND!!! Melinda is shy and humble and thats wat makes her unique... ppl who says her boring or bland are the very ppl who thinks our local's Joakim Gomez a great singer. (By the way, I thot i wouldnt hav to see that talentless monkey anymore but Ch5 has to cast him in the lame series 'Lifeline')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! Do u think that Whitney/ Mariah is bland? Do u think Jordin or Blake can sing like them? This is totally bullshit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! (I dunno how I long I need before I actually could calm dwn, even Kev quickly steer clear from me, knwing very well wat would happen if he got in my way)&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god!!! I havent been so upset for quite awhile... Damn it. I was also very upset with Ryan Seacrest as well bcos he has earlier said in an interview hoping that Jordin will win and after that, he has showed constant biasness against the other contestants. He would always spared Jordin from waiting for the results and always let her be the first one to knw the result. Dun believe me, see it for urself when the finale next week when he annouced her the winner...&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!! I understand that life continue after the competition and melinda would definately get a recording deal and like Chris Daughtry, she will make it big and like Katherine Mcphee and Taylor Hicks, both Jordin and Blake wont sell as much as Melinda. As they may have the young ones voting for them but the spending power still lies with the adults... On this note, I pray that the producers would give Kiki a chance to produce an album too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly Elliot Yamin and Paris Bennet's album are finally out. I hav been waiting for their albums. As for Melinda and Lakisha's I have to wait for awhile since they would most probably produce the top 2 idol first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knw I knw, I have to live with the fact that the result is not what i wanted and have to go on with my life... blah blah blah... But would it be perfect if Melinda won, she really deserve it better than the rest. She and Kiki both deserve it. I always thot that those who lived life with more experience deserve the reward and I believe. I really hope there would be life after idol for Melinda and Lakisha unlike fellow black girls like Fantasia, Paris, Latoya, Jennifer, Mandisa, Vonzell, Trenyce, Tamyra. Many who we will never hear from them again even thou they have done well in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season of reality shows really sucks for me:&lt;br /&gt;Amazing race: Eric &amp; Danielle won (Yuck!)               &lt;br /&gt;ANTM: CariDee (Not my Fav)                                 &lt;br /&gt;Survivor: Earl (Sian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, during the finale of the show on wed and thurs, I wont be in spore as I will be FREAKING Bombay!!! Fuck! Of all places!!! At least somewhere I could catch the show but NO!!! Bombay!!!&lt;br /&gt;Got to sleep now... I still need to recover from my sickness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-7202637707489483851?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/7202637707489483851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=7202637707489483851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/7202637707489483851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/7202637707489483851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-biggest-american-idol-upset.html' title='The one with the biggest American Idol upset! EVER!!!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-1023568725172202368</id><published>2007-04-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:26:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my fear factor experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its 8:27am in Dubai now and it really bores me out as there’s nothing much to do. My batchmates did suggest that I try the Safari Tour kind of thing as everyone has been raving abt it. Unfortunately, I wasn’t very well… having bad sore throat and maybe a slight fever…   I really hate being sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Recently, I decided to do something silly to myself, something different, something interesting, and something to change my image alittle. What can I do, I was thinking for a while… Maybe I should try something more edgy I thought. I always wanted to get a tattoo but I don’t know what kind of design and where I should put it and therefore, after several agonizing minutes of brainstorming, I decided to scrap the idea and move on to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Then another option immerged… Maybe I should pierce again. But where? So another few distressing seconds of brewing, I decided to pierce my nipple… (Ouch!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So one regular Sunday morning, a friend of mine, Daryl, decided to make a trip down to Far East Plaza to do it… I was feeling jittery throughout the journey wondering if I have made a stupid decision. But what kept flashing in my mind was whether the whole process was painful and long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;At last, we reached our destination and soon I found myself searching for the lucky man to do the deed. I knew that it wouldn’t come cheap and that it would usually occur inside a tattoo parlor. So I popped into the first parlor I saw and proposed my idea, but he turned me down, hence I decided to try the next one a couple of shops away. This time, their excuse of not doing it was because their “piercer man” is not ard. I thot maybe this is not meant to be. Not willing to give up, I tried one last parlor and to my surprise, the owner asked me to come back 20mins later as the “piercer man” needs to prepare his “tools”. I was so excited and paid $65 for it immediately. I eagerly anticipate the moment to arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20mins later, its time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The piercer then started to converse with me to ease the tension and while I told him my fears of injections and pain… he assured me he will be “gentle”. I decided not to see the whole process fearing that I might jerk accidentally and there goes my left nipple… Imagine that, the one nipple gay guy… how unsexy is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don’t really know what happened but he used something to pin my nipple outward and with one deep breath…… ARGH!!!! OMG!!! The pain was excruciating yet I refuse to give up as the process wasn’t finished yet. He asked for another deep breathe and…… ARGH!!! What the fuck was that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Done!! He said.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For the next 6 weeks… there would be no swimming, no seafood, no exercising, nothing of that sort… But Damn!!! It looked SEXY MAN!!! Hahaha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-1023568725172202368?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/1023568725172202368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=1023568725172202368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/1023568725172202368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/1023568725172202368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-with-my-fear-factor-experience.html' title='The one with my fear factor experience'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-4434053975482697391</id><published>2007-04-01T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:23:29.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with dreams coming true... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The heading says it all isnt all. But not everyone is that lucky though. I guess I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited and overjoyed when I realised I was rostered to LA where I could fulfill my childhood dream... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I always love animations and cartoon characters esp from several of the Disney Cartoon movies. My fav would be "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ariel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" from "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"... &lt;strong&gt;Don't laugh!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I realise it is really girlish to enjoy such movies but I always fell in love with their music and the happy endings... The movie happened to be my first Disney Cartoon and I fell in love with the rest ever since.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg62MbGi9YI/AAAAAAAAACI/LyVdiuTryiU/s1600-h/P1010763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048172556878804354" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg62MbGi9YI/AAAAAAAAACI/LyVdiuTryiU/s320/P1010763.JPG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg62MrGi9ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FOxvhTdJSTg/s1600-h/P1010847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048172561173771666" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="153" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg62MrGi9ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FOxvhTdJSTg/s320/P1010847.JPG" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg68TLGi9fI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZljmbA8EKM8/s1600-h/P1010856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048179269912688114" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="161" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg68TLGi9fI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZljmbA8EKM8/s200/P1010856.JPG" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg68S7Gi9eI/AAAAAAAAAC4/d6VPCCp18dY/s1600-h/P1010848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048179265617720802" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="180" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg68S7Gi9eI/AAAAAAAAAC4/d6VPCCp18dY/s200/P1010848.JPG" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another great news was that, I have a really dear friend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tristan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who will be bringing me ard LA for my 2 days stay. I really appreciate and thank him for his time and effort as going thru DisneyLand and all its rides wasnt an easy task. We really spend the whole day in the theme park.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg63y7Gi9aI/AAAAAAAAACY/aWC78OXm1c0/s1600-h/P1010779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048174317815395746" style="CURSOR: hand" height="149" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg63y7Gi9aI/AAAAAAAAACY/aWC78OXm1c0/s320/P1010779.JPG" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg63zbGi9bI/AAAAAAAAACg/zytazu1I0Rc/s1600-h/P1010788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048174326405330354" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="148" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg63zbGi9bI/AAAAAAAAACg/zytazu1I0Rc/s320/P1010788.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I got to be honest, I was alittle disappted as I didnt got to experience the March of the characters and also the fireworks at nite. Seems that that particular day, there wasnt a show. But the memorable moments were the specially designed rides which captured every theme of the village that we visited. I guess the village I enjoyed most would be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mickey's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; every own, &lt;strong&gt;"Toontown"&lt;/strong&gt;... Its where the Mickey and family lives. It was so beautifully designed and made.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg630LGi9cI/AAAAAAAAACo/geABcS3WHog/s1600-h/P1010852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048174339290232258" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="136" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg630LGi9cI/AAAAAAAAACo/geABcS3WHog/s320/P1010852.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg68SrGi9dI/AAAAAAAAACw/oSRqkKsJrXk/s1600-h/P1010765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048179261322753490" style="CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg68SrGi9dI/AAAAAAAAACw/oSRqkKsJrXk/s200/P1010765.JPG" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg69v7Gi9gI/AAAAAAAAADI/63YfqOvWIkU/s1600-h/P1010866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048180863345554946" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="143" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg69v7Gi9gI/AAAAAAAAADI/63YfqOvWIkU/s200/P1010866.JPG" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finally, the experience wouldnt be complete without some souvenirs and I must say, every damn thing in the park is so damn expensive... but I guess its once in a lifetime thing, so ppl just buy and buy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg69wbGi9iI/AAAAAAAAADY/v1utZbMy_pc/s1600-h/P1010917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048180871935489570" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="109" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg69wbGi9iI/AAAAAAAAADY/v1utZbMy_pc/s200/P1010917.JPG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg69wLGi9hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CdrvoLOBoVg/s1600-h/P1010911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048180867640522258" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="144" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg69wLGi9hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CdrvoLOBoVg/s200/P1010911.JPG" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was indeed an experience that I would nv forget. I guess this job do has its perks sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-4434053975482697391?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/4434053975482697391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=4434053975482697391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/4434053975482697391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/4434053975482697391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-with-dreams-coming-true.html' title='The one with dreams coming true... :)'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rg62MbGi9YI/AAAAAAAAACI/LyVdiuTryiU/s72-c/P1010763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-6652758743918334603</id><published>2007-03-08T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:59:38.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with a nitemare after touchdown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There are many fears when we travel... getting mobbed, things got stolen, disastrous trip. We always prayed that neither of these would happen to us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, I thot wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was a tiring flight back from London, the pax werent sleeping at all and the call lights were constantly beaming at the corner of my eye. I nearly blew my top until one of them mentioned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"dun you all get a rest?" "How to fuck can we if all of you kept calling us..."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was so tempted to say but of cos I didnt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So when we touched down, I was so relieved and can't wait to go back home and have a good rest. As we were walking towards the Arrival Hall to get our Cargo bags, I noticed mine wasnt there yet. But after checking with the ground staff, I realised my bag will not be coming out of the belt anytime soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Someone mistakenly took my fucking cargo bag!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;How did I knw? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I saw a similar model and of similar color on the side of the belt and as I checked further from the Lost &amp;amp; Found office, it belonged to an old lady from London... I was so upset and powerless as I imagine loosing all my winter gears and other impt stuff I had... To top it off, the ground staff wasnt very helpful at all. They didnt even initiate to do anything while I was the one asking them to check the identity of the similar unclaim bag I found at the belt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you so much pigs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All in all, I stayed around in the airport feeling lost and uncertain for 2 hours before I picked myself up to go back home. When I reached home 45mins later, I received an unknown call and realised SIA called to inform me they found my bag.... &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! I was overjoyed and relieved. They told me that they will be sending it over soon. Those were some of the most beautiful words I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So wats the moral of the story here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Heck the regulations, I am going to decorate my freaking bag so much so that from a kilometre away I can see it or, as soon as you left the plane, ran like hell to the belt in case some &lt;strong&gt;DUMBASS&lt;/strong&gt; decides to take your cargo bag on a joy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That is just some of my advice, if you have more, please let me knw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-6652758743918334603?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/6652758743918334603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=6652758743918334603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/6652758743918334603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/6652758743918334603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-with-nitemare-after-touchdown.html' title='The one with a nitemare after touchdown...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-2537735462866696637</id><published>2007-03-04T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:23:31.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my virgin trip to... London.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I always heard abt the downside of flying which is working with &lt;strong&gt;assholes&lt;/strong&gt; and always thot that it won't happen to me... well I guess its my luck then, not only to meet one, also having him as my &lt;em&gt;complex leader&lt;/em&gt; and not only that, I happen to be on check on this flight and the worst thing I had him breathing down on me constantly and I fumble so many times....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;FUCK!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Wat else can go wrong I thot... every god damn mins, he has to open his &lt;em&gt;F**king mouth&lt;/em&gt; and start to &lt;strong&gt;zap&lt;/strong&gt; me in anyway he can. He even wanted to blame me for something I didnt even do and only bcame nicer when someone higher than him appeared. Anyway... enough of that ass... he dun deserve mentioning more on my precious time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;London&lt;/strong&gt; is really a beautiful place... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kev&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asked his good friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to bring me ard. Its my first time going to so many museum in one day. I don't mean that I didnt enjoy myself. I was so fasinated with the art works on display, like the portray of &lt;strong&gt;Sir&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Stamford Raffles&lt;/strong&gt; which we always see on our &lt;em&gt;History textbooks&lt;/em&gt; actually originated from here. Oh I even saw the art works from the &lt;strong&gt;Leonardo's&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Virgin of the Rocks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"... it is just simply breathless to see it personally.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem1jYJaCdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-UK8vGsVEZs/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037757277572565458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem1jYJaCdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-UK8vGsVEZs/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But one thing in London is that, everything here is so damn EXPENSIVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Like a tasteless sandwich and a cup of grape juice cost me $12...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem0QoJaCbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EdphxEAQuhA/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037755855938390450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem0QoJaCbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EdphxEAQuhA/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem0ioJaCcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JJD_oEs7MkE/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037756165176035778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem0ioJaCcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JJD_oEs7MkE/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem2FoJaCeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/W8ryCOwbvTA/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem3u4JaCiI/AAAAAAAAABE/EIRrZGUpXjI/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037759674164316706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem3u4JaCiI/AAAAAAAAABE/EIRrZGUpXjI/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem3uoJaCgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V66pTb_S8Dg/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037759669869349378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem3uoJaCgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V66pTb_S8Dg/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem3kYJaCfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8F2IomUHeQo/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037759493775690226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem3kYJaCfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8F2IomUHeQo/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Perseus with Medusa's head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Basically I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natural History Museum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see the prehistoric exhibition, then to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victoria &amp; Albert Museum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see all the medieval statues and structures (So damn beautiful loh) and also "&lt;strong&gt;The Kylie Exhibition&lt;/strong&gt;"... (&lt;em&gt;YES! Kylie has an exhibition here n she is really popular as well&lt;/em&gt;), we got to see all her life's work and all her costumes n her concerts. So many gays inside... haha. Wat a Treat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem344JaCkI/AAAAAAAAABU/sbfb3zF1SHw/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037759845963008578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem344JaCkI/AAAAAAAAABU/sbfb3zF1SHw/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then its the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;National Gallery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where I see all the paintings dated from 1250 to 1900... wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Martin was having a treat explaining each piece of art to me... He is very into such stuff... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For me, I loved the &lt;em&gt;medieval art pieces and sculpture&lt;/em&gt; the best... they r so manificent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem344JaCjI/AAAAAAAAABM/jZ_Nf-WWQmw/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037759845963008562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem344JaCjI/AAAAAAAAABM/jZ_Nf-WWQmw/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem3u4JaChI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bpvtSoJY3m8/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037759674164316690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem3u4JaChI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bpvtSoJY3m8/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Other than the museums, we also went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harrods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (beautiful building), the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;London Eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big Ben&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;London Tower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leicester Square&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soho Square&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelson's Column&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... and many more. After that, we had drinks and dinner at one of the gay district... its so fun... haha. All the lesbians and gays together. They are so nice and open abt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This trip wouldnt be so good if it hadnt be &lt;strong&gt;Martin&lt;/strong&gt; so I really thank him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope for more memorable trips to come but at times like now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;Kev&lt;/strong&gt; alot....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-2537735462866696637?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/2537735462866696637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=2537735462866696637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/2537735462866696637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/2537735462866696637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-with-my-virgin-trip-to-london.html' title='The one with my virgin trip to... London.'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l-ldL4lVDY/Rem1jYJaCdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-UK8vGsVEZs/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-4796579759642933237</id><published>2007-02-18T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:28:53.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with a journey ended and a new life starts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First of all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy CNY 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I m really lucky to spend it at home this year. Most of my batch mates are overseas now. Poor thing... hehe. I just return home 6am from &lt;strong&gt;Bangalore&lt;/strong&gt; turnard, my very first solo... Damn m I beat. I have aches everywhere, that flight was rough n I was told its the easily among all the indian flight. Damn... I didnt realise so many ppl would actually travel in the middle of the nite n be so damn active...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So far everyone was really nice n I m continuing to wish it that way. I have been lucky therefore I wouldnt want to complain. Next stop... Its &lt;strong&gt;Osaka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I really can't believe it, time flew past so fast... 4 mths of training came to an end, everyone was so sad n can't bare to separate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The graduation performance was great, I m glad that it was almost perfect deal to someone's poor rapping... shouldnt have trusted him totally... Well... I learnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even though I didnt win &lt;em&gt;Best Trainee&lt;/em&gt;, being nominated was satisfying enough even though everyone thot I deserve it more but I came to terms with it. It went to my best friend, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... She was so upset it wasnt me but I know she did great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Everyone promised to catchup and to keep in contact... I knw I will keep my end of the bargain but I dunno how many will. Well even though it might not happen, I had a great fabulous time and I will never forget the moments I had when I was there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Till we meet again, I love u all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-4796579759642933237?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/4796579759642933237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=4796579759642933237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/4796579759642933237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/4796579759642933237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-with-journey-ended-and-new-life.html' title='The one with a journey ended and a new life starts...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-117080545067701893</id><published>2007-02-07T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T07:44:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the long journey ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow... with a blink of an eye, I have almost finished my training. Moreover, I just finished my last training flight to New Dehli. All the hard work has finally come to an end and a new chapter is beginning... I am worried again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 months just rushed pass, Nov... Dev... Jan... Feb... soon, I  will be attending my graduation again. Only this time, I am stepping into a new career... FLYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There has been ups and downs both in sch and outside sch. And let me tell you, being the chairman of a class of "ADULTS" is not easy AT ALL!!! Alot of BS is in play, making sure everyone is happy and satisfied. If I can achieved this, I am sure to do well in the future... Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let me just run through some of the things that had happened briefly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For the past few months, everybody has been pressured to do well in class and not much socialising with love ones has happened hence, there were some unhappy moments which I shall not mention anymore... Moving on, although pressurizing in class, we still managed to fool around once in a while. Through this process, I made some really good friends and may I say, friends that will last a lifetime... but of cos I won't bore with you all the sweet secrets, here are some of the juicy gossips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I came in to this training with a friend, whom I thought I could depend and trust, but soon, I felt his fakeness towards others and he also started bcoming fake towards the trainers as well. Initially, I thought I was just being paranoid until one by one, everyone in the class started to tell me unhappy incidents associated with him. Things like he wasnt a gentleman when sharing a cab with some girls back home, he wouldnt allow one of the girls to drop near her place bcos it would cost more and he would expect you to pay every last cent of the share. He bugged the class so much, soon everyone was outcasting him and no one liked him at all... Basically he was only trying to earn the 'best trainee' of the batch. Also by the way, he is gay and usually, gays hang out with girls easily. Guess I was wrong. He was so heavily hated... OUCH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thats the number 1 enemy of the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lets now go to number 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This time, he is a straight man, he is tall, big build and... erm... thats about it. Basically, he is one big block of wastage/wood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have my reasons. Not only was I paired up with him for my training flights (we hav to travel in pairs for our training flights and basically, we hav to stay in the same room), he is comparable to the number 1 enemy... He is actually the straight version of the gay guy. As irritating as the first as well in their freaking Kiasuness to try to be the best trainee of the batch. It should come from the heart damn it... There were others which is much more deserving... Well, we shall see come 13 Feb... Another sickening factor about him is that, he looks like a &lt;strong&gt;CheeKoPek&lt;/strong&gt; and coincidentally, he is one... a HUGE one in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now come the exciting part where I got to partner with the No. 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There were a total of 4 training flights that we had to go through together. When we went Narita for our first flight, his &lt;strong&gt;CheeKoPekness&lt;/strong&gt; come abt and I thought I was being nice and I warned him abt it... All I got back was... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Yes I knw... but I can't help it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fine, from then onwards, I let him be... go ahead and be a &lt;strong&gt;CheeKoPek,&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder how long will he last. Truth enough, for the next few flights, all the feedbacks from crew were not entirely positive... Mostly girls just don't find him comfortable to be around with... Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The final and most despicable thing that he did was... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There was once where the whole class was having a computer test and the test questions can be found in the website but retrieving it questions by questions takes some time and paitence. A few of the batchmates took the effort to compile it and sent it to everyone in the class. Later wat no. 2 did was, he sent those questions out to the senior crews who need it and basically told them it was his doing... &lt;strong&gt;WAT THE FUCK!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was so mad and I have yet to mention to the whole class wat he did... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;if they only knew... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Alrite... I becoming tired n sleepy... Its already 735am and I still havent sleep yet... Just came back from flight mah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I will continue later... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-117080545067701893?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/117080545067701893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=117080545067701893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/117080545067701893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/117080545067701893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-with-long-journey-ahead.html' title='The one with the long journey ahead'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-116602333361688449</id><published>2006-12-13T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:24:41.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my A/C experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I really must keep up with my blogging... Its getting harder n harder to find time doing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Alot has happened lately so I m going to try summarizing everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foundation course&lt;/em&gt; had came and gone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I really missed my trainer as she was such a joy to be with. Since she knew my identity, we spent lots of time chit chatting n gossipping within her department. But of cos its not all talk n no work, all of us passed the exam with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To reward our hard work, we decided to organise a grp outing to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zouk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for a nite of partying n drinking, at the same time, trying out our crew passes for the very first time. Such a exciting experience while we were queuing with the rest of the crowd only to realise that, on a fri nite, only the girls are allowed free entry n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not the boys...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The letdown didnt dampen our spirit. In fact, we had so much fun drinking n making a fool of ourselves... at the end of the nite, we will dead tired and we went back home to sleep... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only to realise in the early saturday morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;RING... RING... (Saturday 8.45am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl : &lt;em&gt;"...hello..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;STC: &lt;em&gt;"Can I speak to XXX"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl : &lt;em&gt;"...speaking..??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;STC: &lt;em&gt;"This is calling from STC, where are all of you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl : &lt;em&gt;"...wat do u mean? who is this?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;STC: &lt;em&gt;"This is ur trainer from STC... Aren't u all suppose to report to class today?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl : &lt;em&gt;"...!!!...wat...!!!What!!!&lt;strong&gt;WHAT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! &lt;strong&gt;THERE'S LESSON TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;STC: &lt;em&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl : &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;OH SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!...!!!...!!!...!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And the conversation went on... basically, someone didn't pass the class the new time table n we all thot we had the saturday off... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...obviously we dun know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After clearing things with the sch, we were let off with a small warning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, we move on to another interesting topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yesterday we went to visit the real aircraft and it was so cool but chaotic at the same time. For a minute, I was a &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; afraid of wats to come... &lt;em&gt;(I said only a &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Over all, it was a cool experience, like going on an excursion with the class to visit the airport for the very first time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I hope for more wonder experience to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Got to study now, another exam coming up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Wish me luck!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-116602333361688449?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/116602333361688449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=116602333361688449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/116602333361688449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/116602333361688449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-with-my-ac-experience.html' title='The one with my A/C experience'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-116393021809761472</id><published>2006-11-19T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:56:58.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my training so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It’s already the second week and I am still enjoying my training in &lt;strong&gt;STC&lt;/strong&gt;, although there were certain ups and downs during this period of time, ultimately, it is still an pleasurable journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The reason I would say that sometimes it could get a little bit draggy might be because of all the role plays we had to go through over and over again or maybe it was because of some of the driest subject ever, like ‘&lt;em&gt;Dry Store &amp;amp; Amenities’&lt;/em&gt; and ‘&lt;em&gt;Equipment&lt;/em&gt;’. Other than that, classmates in my batch were wonderful. There are really a diverse bunch of them from different walks of life. Luckily, all of them were Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Our lead trainer also happened to be one of the nicest ladies around and being in her class has been incredible. You won’t have a moment of dullness present. I am lucky. Also I am glad to be able to mingle with &lt;strong&gt;ALMOST &lt;/strong&gt;all of my batch mates. Of course there definitely will have a few bad apples here and there, but there’s nothing we couldn’t handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I can’t talk much about what goes on in there as I might get into trouble if I revealed too much. Past trainees had got themselves into some problems when they wrote too much on their blogs. Legal issues I guess…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Overall my experiences there were simply marvelous. I can’t wait to go back each day to learn new stuff. Especially the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hunky trainers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I got occasionally. Hahaha… Having them around training us is definitely a bonus for me to stay awake at some of the driest and most boring subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Can’t wait to fly and see the world soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now. Will update soon. I am still trying to get use of the routine of waking up early and finishing late and all I want to do everyday when I come home is to &lt;strong&gt;SLEEP&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-116393021809761472?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/116393021809761472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=116393021809761472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/116393021809761472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/116393021809761472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-with-my-training-so-far.html' title='The one with my training so far...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-116325605462401396</id><published>2006-11-11T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:40:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where I turn 2...8...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally my birthday entry. Sorry it took so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I could only find this moment to do it as I am waiting for my flight to KL to meet &lt;strong&gt;Kev&lt;/strong&gt; and friends. Still has 3 hrs to go so I better make good use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had a great time and hope everyone else had too.&lt;br /&gt;All these wouldn’t happen if there wasn’t my dear, Kev and his gang, special thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Andrew&lt;/strong&gt; for the decorating and the sumptuous delectable food by &lt;strong&gt;Miss Cathay&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Kim&lt;/strong&gt; for organizing the whole thing with &lt;strong&gt;Kev&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/3.2.jpg" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Was glad to see some new faces this year and definitely the old ones that I haven’t seen for the longest time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/9.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/10.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The hotel was great, just enough for everyone to gather around to play some exciting games… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/11.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/8.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/7.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We started with some charades where friends made a fool of themselves. Later, it was pictionary where we had pasted mahjong paper on the huge window so that we would have enough space to scribble our masterpieces. We took a break for awhile as it was the time to make that wish come true… Cake cutting session!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/12.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/12.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/13.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/13.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.27.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Everyone gathered around for a group photo and after, &lt;strong&gt;Dera&lt;/strong&gt; recorded a video of us fooling and my speech for the evening. It was fun… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/2.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;After the feasting of the cake, we came back for a duel where we decide who is the best in the game of &lt;strong&gt;TABOO&lt;/strong&gt;! It was fun seeing how competitive we got and we really kick each others’ ass. In the end, the ruler, the champion, the untouchable, the supreme, the hero and the best among the best, my group emerge victorious. Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We played and played till about &lt;strong&gt;5am&lt;/strong&gt;… By then, everyone was dead tired and hardly anyone could move. I am happy to take some unglam shots of &lt;strong&gt;Tracy&lt;/strong&gt; though which she had no idea she looked messy when she got up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/4.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/4.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/5.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/5.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/6.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;All in all, it was fun and unforgettable. Thank you all for making my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;28th birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just had my &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; music theory exam. Hope I aced it. Sigh… 2 more hours to go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-116325605462401396?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/116325605462401396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=116325605462401396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/116325605462401396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/116325605462401396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-where-i-turn-28.html' title='The one where I turn 2...8...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-116237565887198561</id><published>2006-11-01T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:07:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my journey ahead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its been such a &lt;em&gt;wonderful and surreal&lt;/em&gt; past few weeks for me. Did a bit of travelling here and there. Learning new things and leaving old things behind. I am just trying to take eveything in slowly and appreciating it as much as I can before I missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have finally &lt;strong&gt;QUITTED&lt;/strong&gt; my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I am no longer a music teacher and I am going to do something maybe even more interesting than my previous one... But leaving my old job wasn't all blissful, I am also leaving behind all my beloved babies that I have groomed. After all, I spent like &lt;strong&gt;6 years&lt;/strong&gt; with them and have definitely developed a bond with them, especially the kids... Its been a joy and once again, I have to say goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have my last lesson with them on the &lt;em&gt;28 Oct&lt;/em&gt; and I could see on their faces and their parents', they didn't want to end. The kids brought me wonderful little gifts and the teenagers gave me cards... All of them were sweet and thoughtful. One boy even came over to hug me before he left... &lt;em&gt;That moment was priceless and thats the most precious gift I have ever received&lt;/em&gt;. Having the support from parents to leave for a better future was pleasing to know as well. They really care about my career and not only their kids. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today, I went to sign my bond and training will start on &lt;em&gt;Monday, 06 Nov&lt;/em&gt;. I am excited and also nervous as all these just came rushing by. I am glad also that some of the friends I made throughout the interview journey will be joining me in the training which made things better. I just went to try out my uniform today and I hope I look good in them. HeHeHe...  I also drafted out the route to the training centre as I am staying at North and the place is at the East which so happened that I do not have any direct transport unless I change buses at the terminal. Knowing me, if there is a chance, I won't choose that option. Through some arrangements and discussions, Kev has suggested and allowed me to drive to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks dear...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Specially for Kev,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks for the encouragment and support throughout this journey. Without you, I don't think I could have gone this far and took up this challenge. I will work hard and not let you down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-116237565887198561?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/116237565887198561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=116237565887198561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/116237565887198561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/116237565887198561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-with-my-journey-ahead.html' title='The one with my journey ahead...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-116127970898370913</id><published>2006-10-20T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:31:04.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the Funky toilet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its been a while I last blogged. Things are just so hectic recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/5.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/4.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/4.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/12.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/12.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I had a short trip to &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt; visiting good friends. I had lots of fun visiting new places and buying lots of stuff. I was staying near the beautifully designed Starhill Shopping Centre. My friends brought me and Kev there to take a look at the &lt;strong&gt;9 different themes of restaurants &lt;/strong&gt;situated at the basement. I was so amazed with that building. The basement was so fantastically designed but the most unforgettable part of it is still yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My friends eagerly advised me to take a trip to the toilet and so I did. Not knowing what to expect, I went forward... As I proceed towards the &lt;strong&gt;dimly lighted passageway&lt;/strong&gt; to the toilet, I noticed these &lt;strong&gt;huge stone walls&lt;/strong&gt; leading to the &lt;strong&gt;big wooden &lt;/strong&gt;door. As I penetrate through, I was astounded of what I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside was still dimly lighted, the walls are still very stone age designed, but the basin area was design in this &lt;strong&gt;bamboo lever style&lt;/strong&gt; where there stood an attendent pulling the lever each time someone wants to wash their hands. But the most remarkable of all was that there were passage ways that leads to the cubicles and why I find that remarkable was that, people could actually do &lt;strong&gt;hanky panky stuff&lt;/strong&gt; in there and no one would know or notice... hahaha... It reminded me alot like &lt;strong&gt;Towel Club&lt;/strong&gt; and one of those dark rooms you enter to do your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After the exciting tour, the gang proceed to &lt;strong&gt;Tiffin Bay&lt;/strong&gt; where we sat under the high ceiling roof colored with pretty lights and music which were echoing around us. We managed to park all 9 of us neatly in a corner chit chatting and drinking specially blended coffees and smoothies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/2.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The next day was a fun house gathering at &lt;strong&gt;Ethan's place&lt;/strong&gt; where we brought &lt;strong&gt;PlayStation&lt;/strong&gt; games to play at his place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/9.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/8.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All of us were taking turns playing while others would take a break by walking into &lt;strong&gt;Ethan's &lt;/strong&gt;specially created and designed &lt;strong&gt;R&amp;amp;R room&lt;/strong&gt; where we were all dancing till our hearts content to the cleverly selected music from his &lt;strong&gt;IPod&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/10.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/13.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/200/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Without knowing, it was dawn and all of us had to leave and &lt;strong&gt;me and Kev&lt;/strong&gt; to Spore.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip and I really enjoyed every minute of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-116127970898370913?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/116127970898370913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=116127970898370913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/116127970898370913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/116127970898370913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-with-funky-toilet_20.html' title='The one with the Funky toilet...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-115929088150362722</id><published>2006-09-27T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T01:14:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with an eyebrow trim...</title><content type='html'>I am so&lt;strong&gt; freakingly fucked&lt;/strong&gt; big time!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so &lt;strong&gt;intensely infuriated&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to try out something new, but never had the opportunity to do it until yesterday. I went to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘John Tucker Must Die’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, very lame cheesy but entertaining show. Since I still had some time on my hand, I thought maybe I would try out &lt;strong&gt;‘Browhaus’&lt;/strong&gt; at the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cathay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It’s basically a salon for shaping your eyebrows. A good friend of mine, &lt;strong&gt;Andrew&lt;/strong&gt;, tried it and the outcome was pretty good so I thought maybe I would try it since I am so fucking vain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I wanted to do threading but they don’t have the time slot to do it, so I tried tweezing instead. This lady, &lt;strong&gt;Bernie&lt;/strong&gt;, attended to me and she was telling me how my eyebrow should be. Since I am a novice, I listened to her advice. Some of her advice included not cutting too short, too thin and too much as it would look too ‘gay’, so I heeded…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the process took longer than I expected, and since I couldn’t see what she was cultivating unlike in a hair salon, you can tell the stylist when to stop, I just had to leave it to her better judgment. Seemed like 30mins later, finally she stopped and it was done. She handed me the mirror to check on her masterpiece. At first glance, I thought it was not too bad, but I didn’t know that since I was looking at it lying down, I was looking at it at a different angel. As I proceed to the counter to pay, I waltzed pass a few mirrors and at those moments, I checked out that masterpiece closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I stared at it, the more I felt strange and she was constantly advising me that if next time I need to ‘mold’ it, she could help. As I waited for my change at the counter, I noticed Bernie had an expression of guilt on her face she was constantly looking at me. Then it dawn on me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;FUCKING BITCH&lt;/strong&gt; transformed me into a &lt;strong&gt;FREAKING DRAG QUEEN&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I am totally, utterly, completely devastated, mortified, disgusted…&lt;br /&gt;It’s like, I felt like I lost part of my manhood. It is so humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day went on, Andrew and Kev tried to assure me that I looked alright and it will be better after a few days. But we all know whether it is nice or not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few weeks, I’m going to have to hide under the cap or something that can cover my forehead so as not to disgrace myself in public. I feel like I am this dark little &lt;em&gt;(since I am tan and short)&lt;/em&gt; queen with queeny eyebrows. &lt;em&gt;(No offence to the queens out there. I do respect you.)&lt;/em&gt; I have turned into a sissified version of Jonathan. I do wish my dear brows would grow back fast… I am missing them already. I am never ill-treating them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Laugh at me and the next moment, a chopper will soon follow…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-115929088150362722?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/115929088150362722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=115929088150362722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115929088150362722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115929088150362722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-eyebrow-trim.html' title='The one with an eyebrow trim...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-115929057972806737</id><published>2006-09-27T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T01:09:39.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with loosing grip...</title><content type='html'>Its getting so tough and so hard. It doesn’t seem to want to stop. It just kept coming one after another. I wonder who can actually take so much of these and not break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking but I can’t…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few nights, sleep hasn’t been something I could achieve even though it may seem like hours and hours of lying in bed. I feel so weak and it seems like all my strength and energy have left my body. Furthermore, today I had a long day at work. Facing students and parents hour after hour, I had to put on a mask to the world, it never seemed to end... Most of all, my boss is here today and that didn’t help either. I felt like giving up and just leave. But the thing is, I don’t want to give up at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Things will never be the same again’… the sentence echoed inside my head constantly causing intense migraines and headaches that never ends. I am fed up as well. I want a happy and simple life too. But who doesn’t? Everyone can claim that but how to go about achieving it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance of visiting some friends in KL during last week. I had lots of fun and life in KL is actually rather relaxing. I didn’t realize that I would like it so much and I wouldn’t even mind staying there. But at the same time, when I was there, I realized something I miss a lot back home. When I left KL, I thought things would be different but I didn’t realize it would be that different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a life changing week. I hope the following week, things would be better and I hope to get a pleasant surprise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-115929057972806737?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/115929057972806737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=115929057972806737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115929057972806737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115929057972806737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-loosing-grip.html' title='The one with loosing grip...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-115592145938484558</id><published>2006-08-19T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T01:20:50.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with a field trip to JB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was a fun field trip to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JB &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I had to go for my &lt;em&gt;eye examination&lt;/em&gt; so I thot of asking friends to come along, and &lt;strong&gt;Jac&amp;Pee&lt;/strong&gt; decided to join in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We went in like &lt;em&gt;430pm&lt;/em&gt; so the traffic was very smooth. We didn't encounter any problems at all. After I had my eye examination, we went to do what we love best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/strong&gt;!!! At &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;City Square&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I went to get some scrubs from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BodyShop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IZZUE.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see some tops... &lt;em&gt;(too bad they dun have anything I like)&lt;/em&gt;. But I managed to get a really nice shade of brown berms from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&amp;amp;K&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a cool Cap from some of the streetwear shops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After shopping, we went over to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holiday Plaza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get what we always do... DVDs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was really hilarious how the sellers try to hide their stuff now. We had to be brought outside the Plaza to a secluded empty store where they stock up all their stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After getting all the series that I want... &lt;em&gt;(I can't believe I got some of the coolest series that would never be shown in spore)&lt;/em&gt;, It was time for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;For dinner, I decided to bring them to some place where they have delicious &lt;em&gt;Herbal Chicken&lt;/em&gt; and lots of other dishes. But the only problem is I can't remember how to go there, so Kev had to drive round and round the area many many times till I suddenly caught sight of some familiar places and true enough... I found it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This place is call "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zhu Lin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" in another word, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bamboo Forest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;em&gt;(My own translation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bcos by the time we reached there, it was already 9pm, so it was closed!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But luckily I had a backup plan, just beside the restaurant, was another famous place call "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teck Seng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" which was as good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So we all went in eagerly to order our favourite dish, &lt;em&gt;Herbal Chicken&lt;/em&gt;, only to realise that they had sold out bcos we came late.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sigh..... We had to settle for second best again which is there "&lt;strong&gt;Red Wine Claypot Chicken&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;strong&gt;YUMMY&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Next is "&lt;strong&gt;Oats Prawns&lt;/strong&gt;", which is &lt;strong&gt;TO DIE FOR&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;At the end of the meal, we only pay &lt;strong&gt;100 ringgit&lt;/strong&gt; for a chicken, steam fish, prawns, scallops and vegetables. COOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Everyone was tired and happy which I was really glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Thanks again for the company as I know when &lt;strong&gt;Pee&lt;/strong&gt; starts school next week... Its &lt;strong&gt;MIA&lt;/strong&gt; for the way..... HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/h.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/h.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is some of the pic I manage to take...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;My Dear waiting for his food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;As sweet as ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/c.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/c.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The reluctant &lt;strong&gt;LITTLE BOO PEEP&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(She lost her sheeps lah... which explain that face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sign out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-115592145938484558?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/115592145938484558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=115592145938484558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115592145938484558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115592145938484558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-with-field-trip-to-jb.html' title='The one with a field trip to JB'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-115519943805137450</id><published>2006-08-10T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T16:44:03.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with great moments in Australia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After all the bad experiences,&lt;br /&gt;it was the good experiences that stayed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/2.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to the activities that I experienced,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was unbelievable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I first arrived in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sydney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , we settled in &lt;strong&gt;Swissotel&lt;/strong&gt; near &lt;strong&gt;Oxford Str&lt;/strong&gt;. I went ard sightseeing mostly. The &lt;strong&gt;Sydney Harbour bridge&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;Opera House&lt;/strong&gt; and many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I also enjoyed the tour to &lt;strong&gt;Kev's&lt;/strong&gt; Uni and the beaches ard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sydney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I realized that food in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sydney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;I went dining at the &lt;strong&gt;Fish Market&lt;/strong&gt; and the seafood is so fresh and cheap. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Next stop is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canberra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My graduation.&lt;br /&gt;The place is so peaceful and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.12.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/2.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It’s a nice environment to rest and relax.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful scenery and the hotel was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Parliament House&lt;/strong&gt; was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my grad went well as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After grad, I went to &lt;strong&gt;Perisher &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Blue mountain&lt;/strong&gt; for skiing.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time skiing and I couldn’t believe that I finally mastered it after hrs of falling down the hill. Can’t wait to do it again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Next stop, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cairns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at &lt;strong&gt;Shangri-La&lt;/strong&gt; which oversee the &lt;strong&gt;Marlin Jetty&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The view was... wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I went &lt;strong&gt;river rafting&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;scuba diving&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Both were great great experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Being underwater...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.19.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/3.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and down the river...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.20.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.21.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I will never forget and the friends that I made.&lt;br /&gt;It was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;The people were much better there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Next was getting on a sea propeller plane and taking a scenic trip ard some of Aus islands like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Green Island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/2.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It was picturesque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;What surprises me in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cairns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was that it was mostly populated with not only Aussie but Japanese as well. They opened many souvenir shops &amp;amp; restaurants. Its like a tiny &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tokyo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;I even had the opportunity of tasting their &lt;strong&gt;Aus $250 Seafood Platter&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/2.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Damn &lt;strong&gt;SHIOK&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, while in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cairns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , I tried my luck at the local &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Casino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I actually won quite an amount when I played the &lt;strong&gt;Black Jack&lt;/strong&gt;. It was so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cairns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is where I love most...&lt;br /&gt;The sun, the people were all so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/2.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Really gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Kev&lt;/strong&gt;, for such a wonderful and unforgettable trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-115519943805137450?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/115519943805137450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=115519943805137450' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115519943805137450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115519943805137450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-with-great-moments-in-australia.html' title='The one with great moments in Australia...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-115493734791753482</id><published>2006-08-07T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:55:47.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my bad encounters with the Aussie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My trip to Australia was overall fruitful and an eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;New experiences (good &amp; bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Good experiences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;New friends, never tried before activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Bad experiences:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;(I will first talk abt my bad experiences)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was so excited, boarding the British Airway aircraft, first time experiencing the business class services, the spacious comfy couch-like seatings, the variety of entertainment features and the specially prepared 3 course meal plus unlimited supply of different beverages. I cant wait to reach Sydney and meet the people over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After abt 8hrs of flight, we finally reached. As I proceed to collect my luggage, I was stopped right after the customs and this lady officer started to ask me random questions like whats my purpose here and what do I do back home. I realized that it was just a routine check so I let it pass even though she was quite rude. I didn’t want this to dampen my spirit. As I was waiting for my luggage to appear, another male officer came up to me and asked me the same questions. When I told him abt the lady officer whom she had signed her name on my ticket, he ignored me and continued to question me on the same stuff and told me to go a corner as he wanted to inspect my luggage. I was appalled but follow suit as Kev was targeted as well. As he ransacked my stuff, he continued to question me on my intentions there. When I told him abt my graduation in Canberra, he asked me for proof and when I showed him the grad gown which I brought, he asked for a letter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I thought to myself. How the fuck would I know I need to proof my purpose to a country even though I may only be going there for a holiday. If I am going just for a holiday, do I need a parent or government letter to proof myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; was so pissed and mad that they would trouble me this way. I soon realized that Kev &amp;amp; me were the only ones being interrogated and whats worst is that we were the only Asians around. I realized it was discrimination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole ordeal, I was very traumatized, wondering would it be the same when I arrived in Canberra and Cairns later. The whole trip seemed to suck for me later on… It didn’t just stop at the customs, as I went on for my entire trip ard Australia, I encounter many more of such disturbing scene. It was really disappointing and I am beginning to hate WHITE ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I felt like a minority and you would think that it would be a lesson learnt and when we get back to Spore, things will be different and I will look at ppl in a new perspective… but you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, we will never learn. We may complain abt how others discriminate us, but we ourselves on the other hand, would discriminate others. I guess its just the way of life. The whole fucking world is a mess now after Sept 11. Nothing will ever be the same.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be discrimination, prejudice, hatred, revenge among ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;Avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t travel as much to western countries anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still felt that services in Asian countries were far more superior than in Western countries.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-115493734791753482?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/115493734791753482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=115493734791753482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115493734791753482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115493734791753482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-with-my-bad-encounters-with-aussie.html' title='The one with my bad encounters with the Aussie'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-115213137868722936</id><published>2006-07-06T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T04:51:55.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with Kev's birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry I took so long to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Its almost like 3 weeks since &lt;strong&gt;Kev &lt;/strong&gt;celebrated his Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everything was very well prepared.&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/untitled.0.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3172.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3172.0.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3172.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Prepared by &lt;strong&gt;BEN &amp; ANDREW&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To the &lt;strong&gt;beautiful 99 Roses&lt;/strong&gt; I got for him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.3.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3225.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Many friends turned up also and I wanna thank everyone who came...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3170.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3184.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3211.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3199.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks you guys...&lt;br /&gt;You made everything happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The night started in the &lt;strong&gt;Raffles the Plaza's suit&lt;/strong&gt;. Its was really big.&lt;br /&gt;The toilet was huge, the bedroom was huge,&lt;br /&gt;there were even &lt;strong&gt;two Samsung Plasma TV&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was really cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room was also big enough to have everyone sit in a circle to play some games.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Sebastian's&lt;/strong&gt; naughty ideas, we managed to played some silly games and everyone had fun, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3235.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3239.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The only thing I had to complain about the room was that the toilet although big, the design of the bathtub in the middle made it look like a &lt;strong&gt;crypt&lt;/strong&gt; more than a tub...&lt;br /&gt;When you lie in it, its like you are lying in a &lt;strong&gt;coffin&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Really freaky loh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Behind the &lt;strong&gt;'crypt'&lt;/strong&gt;, its a glass panel and behind it, it the shower area.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of showering at the public swimming pool's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Worst of them all was the toilet boil located in a small little corner behind a door with no lock. So people who went it had to consistently make sure they put their hands on the handle so no one could barge in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The celebrations went on til the next day when some of us met again to have dinner at the &lt;strong&gt;Market Place&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Raffles&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I must say that the food was absolutely &lt;strong&gt;HORRIFYING&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The food quality was really bad and I am very disappointed with their food selection as well.&lt;br /&gt;There was an instant when I was queuing to get the tiny little oysters that they offer, I overheard the chef telling the server not to serve too much oysters out because they don't have much left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The problem was, it was only the beginning of the buffet and they were already running short of supply... It is totally uncalled for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Still, we still managed to have some fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3291.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3280.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope &lt;strong&gt;Kev&lt;/strong&gt; had an unforgettable &lt;strong&gt;Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-115213137868722936?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/115213137868722936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=115213137868722936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115213137868722936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/115213137868722936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-kevs-birthday.html' title='The one with Kev&apos;s birthday...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114904406193780988</id><published>2006-05-31T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:57:40.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the encounter AGAIN!!                        (Wats the deal!!! REALLY!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Some latest updates on my life recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Had the opportunity to try out some interviews in some local companies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I am thankful for that although some, I have absolute no interest whatsoever but what to do…Some really pisses me off is when there were no time management on their part and even though you may be the employer, you shouldn’t portray the image to your fellow staff that there is no time management in the firm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I had to wait damn freaking long before they are ready to see me and mind you, I was there alone and not as if there were like tens and tens of them, that I will understand. If not, it was totally ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Other updates on my life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seems like my &lt;strong&gt;Aus trip&lt;/strong&gt; is almost finalized. &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt; will be joining and it will be my first time traveling &lt;strong&gt;business class&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow… what a experience, I can’t wait…&lt;strong&gt; (Don’t judge me!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am thankful for it okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My convocation is in &lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt; and I will be attending and at the same time, celebrating &lt;strong&gt;mum’s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;birthday&lt;/strong&gt; as well. I am really glad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Other places I will be visiting will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sydney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; becos of friends, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canberra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; becos of graduation and finally long trip at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cairns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; becos of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great Barrier Reefs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am not like bragging or anything as I am going to pay certain amount of the trip and I am going to return the money when I can as well unlike a &lt;strong&gt;certain friend&lt;/strong&gt; of mine who manage to ‘&lt;strong&gt;deceive’&lt;/strong&gt; an &lt;strong&gt;old fool from Aus&lt;/strong&gt; into &lt;strong&gt;paying all his expenses&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brisbane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gold Coast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a whooping… &lt;strong&gt;9 days&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Also not before stopping by at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Koh Samui’ Thailand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;strong&gt;most expensive villa&lt;/strong&gt; he can find. &lt;strong&gt;(Altogether now… SLUT!!)&lt;/strong&gt; haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brisbane, Gold Coast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; once and I was there only for 2 days and I was so sick of the place… I mean, he is not a theme park kind of a person, I wonder what he was thinking and what he intend to do there, shopping? Shopping there sucks as well. Apparently &lt;strong&gt;'shameful'&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't seem to appear on his dictionary at all... Not even close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I knw what you are thinking… &lt;strong&gt;(Don’t judge me!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And don’t come and give me the crap saying I am jealous of him as I don’t believe in taking things that are not mine unless I deserve it. For him, many would agree with me as well. And I believe there are many others that are doing the same thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t worry as KARMA is a BITCH. Watch ur back!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So up to my next update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Abt a week ago, I somehow got another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;freaky encounter in the lift (AGAIN!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How lucky am I…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This time is different bcos I didn’t see the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;‘&lt;strong&gt;MAN’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but Kev did. Apparently ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’ had a message specially for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;… &lt;strong&gt;(Hair standing again…)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Since I couldn’t ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’ him in ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’ this time, he had to pass the msg to Kev and then to me… I cry again of course when I realize that ‘he’ is with me in the tight little compartment when going up to my level. I wonder when I will stop crying about such incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Don’t judge me! You go experience it and tell me how u feel later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So the msg for me says…“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Remember the vows I made in front of my father’s grave as I haven’t been following it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.”Okay… abit vague rite… I mean, that happened like months ago and I couldn’t really remember in details what I said other than ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’ myself to him… hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Kev told me he kind of flipped in his grave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but it did revolve ard not being like him and be the opposite, which means that I will strive to be a better person… but then again, what I wrote abt above did just the opposite again… Okok, I will make an effort and will stop bitching so much…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My last update…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;piano grade 7 exam&lt;/strong&gt; is this sat. what the hell am I thinking. I didn’t realize that after all these yrs of playing, my fingers are not as flexi as before. I don’t know why I kept on going but at the same time I couldn’t bear to ask myself to stop. It’s a very conflicting situation. I felt like pulling out but at the same time I want to complete it. Sigh… its so frustrating. I really feel like giving up…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114904406193780988?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114904406193780988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114904406193780988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114904406193780988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114904406193780988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-encounter-again-wats-deal.html' title='The one with the encounter AGAIN!!                        (Wats the deal!!! REALLY!!!)'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114874678602425490</id><published>2006-05-28T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:31:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the divine “X”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh… My… God!&lt;br /&gt;I am like, so… devastated.&lt;br /&gt;This can’t be like happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh No! Its like so… Oh My God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;My…&lt;br /&gt;I just sounded like a dumb himbo blonde…&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute…&lt;br /&gt;I was a dumb himbo blonde and I guess I will always be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It has finally came and gone.&lt;br /&gt;I had finally finished watching the most ‘X’traordinary movie trilogy ever.&lt;br /&gt;My all time favorite movie,&lt;br /&gt;The Divine, the one and only, X MEN… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_bigreleaseposter.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="316" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_bigreleaseposter.0.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/dania_ramirez5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/dania_ramirez5.1.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/aaron_stanford7.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/aaron_stanford7.2.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/aaron_stanford8.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/aaron_stanford8.2.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For those who haven’t watched the movie, DON’T WORRY, I am not going to spoil the fun for you. But I do need to tell you this… DON’T LEAVE THE CINEMA YET AFTER THE MOVIE, because after the credits have shown, there is a short segment hinting us there might be another sequel coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Throughout the movie, it was a roller coaster ride for me. Crying and laughing, sad and joyous. It tackles issues of discrimination which I believe all of us deal with everyday. Like what Singer the previous director intention. His intention was to bring everyone together living in peace, may it be gays or straight, black or white. That was why Ian decided to take on the mutant role as he wanted to represent the gay minority of the society. I am sure many would know now that Singer, the original director is gay as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/ellen_page17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/ellen_page17.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/famke_janssen19.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/famke_janssen19.0.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/famke_janssen24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/famke_janssen24.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/halle_berry10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/halle_berry10.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As many ‘X’fans would have realised what is coming next in this movie. The resurrection of Jean Grey aka Phoenix and how Jean tries to recontrol herself before Dark Phoenix took over her finally. Although I am freakingly excited abt this movie, there were also the disappointments in the character build up of the movie. Several of the Xmen did not have a chance to showcase their talents and powers. It was such a shame especially during the last fight where the good versus the evil, there were so many of the evil characters but only a miserable few for the good, and most of the time, the main characters of the movie got to flex more actions then the rest. Partly due to the request for more time on the movie by Halle which director Brett later agreed. That was one of the biggest disappointment inthe movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/laststand5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/laststand5.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/laststand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/laststand.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Other characters which we loved didn’t manage to make it back to the screen like nightcrawler, gambit and even the sentinals which would could them US$1 million to make one by the way All these were wishful thinking. On the consolation , we got to experience new bloods like Shadowcat, Colossus, Angel, Beast for the good and Juggernaut, Callisto, Spike for the bad, and the much anticipated Iceman vs Pyro fight scene.&lt;br /&gt;Many have been speculating whether would there be another sequel although I pray they would but I doubt 20th Century Fox would fork out anymore cash as “The Last Stand” was the most expensive production ever. But what was confirm would be the spin off of Hugh’s character, Wolverine. Sigh. I hated this character the most among all Xmen by the way. The other possible spin off would be Magneto with Xavier when they were younger. Maybe what happen is that they would introduce other characters within the spin off. You may never know and we fans can only pray…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;or the Singaporean way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPLAIN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char2.0.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char3.1.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char6.0.jpg" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char7.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char9.0.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char.0.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/16.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/16.0.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char12.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char11.0.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char4.0.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char8.0.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char5.jpg" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char1.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/14.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/14.0.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/13.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/xmen3_char10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/xmen3_char10.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the X be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114874678602425490?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114874678602425490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114874678602425490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114874678602425490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114874678602425490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-divine-x.html' title='The one with the divine “X”'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114857483552665036</id><published>2006-05-26T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:35:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one Soul Patrol trashes McPheever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I eagerly waited for the moment to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At 8am in the morning, it finally started and it started off with Carrie and gang singing us off with ‘I made it through the rain’ and as the performances went on, I was secretly hoping and wishing my dearest Kellie would make an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Sadly, she did not have an opportunity to belt out any numbers on her own or with any stars unlike Paris. I wonder why… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But they did make a segment just for her… ‘Puck &amp; Pickler’, where Kellie got to taste the escargot and lobster for the first time. It was great to see her in short hair and in her usual self again. As my fav idols were voted off one by one, Kellie, Paris and Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It doesn’t really matters who won actually. But I do believe that McPheever would be able to grab a larger market on her album then Taylor. Like Simon said in the beginning, her voice is more current and I believe, it would be a case of Déjà vu, Ruben &amp;amp; Clay where the runner-up out shines the champion in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watch my words…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can’t wait for the next season. And congrats to Carrie for winning 2 awards in the Country ‘Grammys’ for Best New Artist and Best Single, ‘Jesus Takes the Wheel’. Hope she does as well as Kelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/KellyPickler3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/kellie7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/kellie7.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/KellyPickler2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/KellyPickler2.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/kellie6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/kellie6.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/KelliePickler4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/KelliePickler4.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/KellyPickler1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/KellyPickler1.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/kellie5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="274" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/kellie5.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/kellie-pickler-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/kellie-pickler-06.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Tribute to My Idol...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114857483552665036?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114857483552665036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114857483552665036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114857483552665036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114857483552665036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-soul-patrol-trashes-mcpheever_26.html' title='The one Soul Patrol trashes McPheever'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114857466732137103</id><published>2006-05-26T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:31:43.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with dreams to be a STAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Talking abt singing competitions in my previous entry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Singapore Idol is coming up again.&lt;strong&gt; BORING…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I read some article sometime ago talking abt Singaporeans’ dream to make it big in the music industries and I totally agreed to what the writer is trying to say and I also have some opinions to add as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can you really make it big in Singapore as an artist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Answer is Yes and No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why is that so you may ask…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Please I don’t mean to be rude and if I offended anyone in my later entry, please forgive me as I am just trying to give you some heads up and please do think about it before you past judgment on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, just look at our 1st season’s contestants, what has happened to them, Taufik &amp;amp; Sly both managed to release an album, but was it great? So what if Taufik managed to sell a couple of thousands or so, where is this going to lead him? A second album? Who is going to buy them? I mean, come on, think about it. It is also due to some racial issues as well. I can’t stress more bcos I don’t want to be like some of our past bloggers who made the mistake of writing the wrong things and ended up with a slap on their butt but do think about it. All you are going to get is your 15mins of fame after that just be lucky that your name is being mentioned or you are being featured in our ‘Gotcha!’ When the 2nd seasons comes up and your name is being mentioned, people will start saying… Oli who??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Yes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lets look at another spectrum of people who succeed in the music industry in Spore. Do you notice a pattern? Did you notice the race? Obvious enough? Think!I think you are starting to get the picture.Its not bias or anything, it is just that there is a larger market out there for such people. Did any of the other spectrums of people in Spore made it big locally or in other countries? I mean seriously speaking, there are much more talented and better vocals in their own country and I don’t think anyone in Spore can compare to theirs, just look at their idol competitions.Then again look at Sly, its not a 100% successful formula. He is the exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So for all the idol hopefuls coming up, good luck with your 15mins of fame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For the rest of us, wake the fuck up, stop dreaming and start working hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114857466732137103?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114857466732137103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114857466732137103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114857466732137103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114857466732137103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-dreams-to-be-star.html' title='The one with dreams to be a STAR!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114857438760003392</id><published>2006-05-26T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:28:09.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with Crazy Christians...</title><content type='html'>I have offically bcome BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;Black is the color that is on me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, I went to the salon on Fri to color my hair dark this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My blonde days are over and I must say…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blondes do have more fun in everyway. Way cool. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t ask me why, just go and try and you will find out ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, not only the Spore Idol is on the hot topic of this week, something else heated up on last Fri as well. As Kev &amp;amp; I were chatting with the manager of Cathay picture house, he told us of an incident that had happened awhile earlier at Plaza Singapura’s Golden Village. Apparently, a bunch of Christians decided to take actions in their own hands by protesting and threatening moviegoers if they would watch the ever popular, ‘The Da Vinci Code’. People who wanted to watch movies at GV Plaza had to divert their direction to the next nearest theatre which is at Picturehouse, hence the overly crowded theatre on a Fri afternoon. Of course the operation manager called up the police and the ‘Holy’s were dispersed shortly. I don’t see why is there a need to make such a scene. I don’t see any Anti-Christs carrying parangs chopping down any C.H.C. in sight when the whole congregation waltzed into the theatre to ‘Passion of Christ’. Drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, that morning as I was still sleeping, my flat was under the ‘Every Lift at Every Level’ upgrading program and some mother fuckers started drilling right on top of my bedroom at fucking 8am in the morning. Hello!!! There are supposed to have some rules for these… Not only I have to endure 6 months of construction works being done, but started drilling at 8am on a Saturday was just too much. How fucking considerate the upgraders are. I don’t blame the Indians bcos they are just following orders but those fucking son of a bitch… I guess their wives must have chased them out of the house early and they decided to take it out on us innocent victims who were just trying to catch up on their fucking beauty sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let this be a warning. If it happens again, I am going to throw something dirty on their office under our flat. If they give me crap so early in the morning, I won’t let them have a pleasant working day as well. Unless they can withstand the stench they are going to get outside their office doors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Changing to another topic, I witnessed something disturbing while driving up to work. At a junction near my place, I saw a motorbike stuck under a lorry and they are blocking the entire direction. Kev had to filter out left from the side exit to get out of the situation. When I passed by the accident the motorist was still lying on the road rolling around, mourning in pain while the driver was busy calling the ambulance I suppose. But what was disturbing is the rest of the passenger were just standing there and looking around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The problem is, they are blocking the ENTIRE traffic, no one can go through, those dumb ass could have moved the vehicles aside and what is most important is that they could have helped the motorist up and lay him on the grass pavement just in case another dumb ass driver ran over him. I mean, they were really just like bochap the whole situation and there were like blood everywhere obviously… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Crappy Crappy day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114857438760003392?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114857438760003392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114857438760003392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114857438760003392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114857438760003392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-crazy-christians.html' title='The one with Crazy Christians...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114796843389049894</id><published>2006-05-19T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T02:02:26.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one partying at Zouk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It’s &lt;strong&gt;HuiJia’s Bday&lt;/strong&gt; and she decided to celebrate at &lt;strong&gt;Zouk&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vesak day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; itself. I kind of drag crowded places esp on a public holiday but since it’s going to be &lt;strong&gt;Li Wen&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Michelle ‘Cool’&lt;/strong&gt; Bday celebration as well, I decided to go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, after seemed like eons of waiting, I managed to meet up with &lt;strong&gt;Alyssa &amp; Scott&lt;/strong&gt;, then &lt;strong&gt;Pee &amp;amp; Jac&lt;/strong&gt; and lastly &lt;strong&gt;Dera &amp; Samuel&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raffles the Stamford’s Kopitiam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; where&lt;strong&gt; I, Kev,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pee &amp;amp; Jac&lt;/strong&gt; had our dinner before heading down to &lt;strong&gt;Zouk&lt;/strong&gt; supposedly at 11pm to meet the rest. But knowing the multi patterns of &lt;strong&gt;HuiJia&lt;/strong&gt;, she would always want to make a grand entrance sashaying into the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At close to 12am, we were all gathering outside &lt;strong&gt;Zouk&lt;/strong&gt; and true enough, dear JiaJia still hadn’t show yet. After socializing for 30mins with &lt;strong&gt;Li Wen &lt;/strong&gt;and the rest, she finally came. Finally, we all proceed to enter the club. Soon, more friends joined in, all from the same class in their poly I presumed. But all the guys except for &lt;strong&gt;Scott &amp; Mark&lt;/strong&gt;, they are really some &lt;strong&gt;antisocial pricks&lt;/strong&gt;. But what to do, can’t blame them to be &lt;strong&gt;homofreaks&lt;/strong&gt;. Really some piece of ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while in &lt;strong&gt;Zouk&lt;/strong&gt;, I can’t help but say that there are some really good looking guys. And here I thought all good looking ones had been turned into gays. Haha. But then again, I don’t understand why they have to be so crude and uncivilized. Pushing, shouting, fighting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, can’t stand them but you can’t live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended quite okay, not fantastic due to some insensitivity of the host, but we did manage to have our own kind of fun. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2978.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2981.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2988.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Our dinner at Kopitiam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2986.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2989.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gathering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2990.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2990.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2990.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bigshot... HuiJia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3000.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2991.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2991.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grp hugz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2994.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="298" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2994.0.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2993.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny faces in the club... Just look at horny Pee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_3002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="275" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_3002.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2999.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sign out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114796843389049894?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114796843389049894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114796843389049894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114796843389049894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114796843389049894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-partying-at-zouk.html' title='The one partying at Zouk...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114720310191728782</id><published>2006-05-10T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T05:13:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with our BANGING BKK....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yap yap, I finally got up to update the &lt;strong&gt;Bangkok&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry it took so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have being really sick and only got better recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kev, Pee, Jac &amp; I&lt;/strong&gt; really had loads of fun and experiences travelling together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Its really cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I hope there will be more though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Below are some pics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do enjoy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/2.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/14.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love those shades baby... Our meals at Greyhound Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/4.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.0.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kev being crude and cute at Greyhound and Mango Tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/2.1.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/9.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our way to prayer of the four-face buddha,&lt;br /&gt;Pee has being dreaming of mine for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/4.0.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/8.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FOREVER act 'CUTE' and act 'COOL' Pee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/12.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/1.1.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee being 'GuNiang' at Mango Tree and Hotel Lobby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/10.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2340.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paparazzi shots on the two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2167.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/DSCF2280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/DSCF2280.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2336.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Express yourselves...&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2253.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2190.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/2.2.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My embraces...&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/5.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2437.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2455.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2455.0.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2455.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2448.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool fun... Pee bares it...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/DSCF2284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/DSCF2284.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2288.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2286.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_2341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_2341.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some group for you to enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114720310191728782?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114720310191728782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114720310191728782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114720310191728782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114720310191728782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-our-banging-bkk.html' title='The one with our BANGING BKK....'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114495360803739165</id><published>2006-04-14T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T02:40:08.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the encounter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been keeping this for a while and I guess only in the presence of Kev, I would dare to write it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It all happen last friday when we got back from a long day at the hair salon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had just done my hair that day and my migrain was attacking me left, right and centre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was having a bad bad moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we were walking to the lift below my block, I saw this 8 year old malay boy pressing the buttons of the lifts at 1130pm in the night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The problem is, both the lift doors were opened and he didn't go in until we went in. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I went on to press the 11th floor and after I did that, he went to press it as well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking that he was trying to play with me, I went on to try to play a trick on him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was looking at him trying to make funny faces and he looked at me, obviously alittle scared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean I know I should not have tried to scare him especially so late in the night and its only natural that he started to hide away in a corner of the lift.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also notice something strange. He had really very dark eye bags...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I was thinking how come the parents don't care about their kids, letting them sleep so late. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So as I was making faces at him, I whispered to Kev asking how come the lift didn't stop at the 6th floor because I thought that the boy pressed 6th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kev looked at me strangely and just said that he didn't and he was pressed 11th. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was really puzzled...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At that time, I thought I really did see him pressing 6th. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The stramge part about Kev's expression was that, he was looking at me as if I had done something wrong... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't understand his expression until the lift door finally opened and we had reached our level, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as I walked towards the staircase to go down a level, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the malay boy went straight to the left hand side on the 11th floor and I also noticed the lights were out there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought to myself, wouldn't him be afraid of the dark and I even commented on his bravery inside myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as I mentioned it to Kev again, that's where he broke the horrified news to me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I was walking down the steps, I asked him again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "I thought he pressed 6th leh?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kev: "No, he didn't."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kev: "By the way, how do you know he is human?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "... ... ..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Huh?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "What..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "WHAT!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "WHAT!!! OH MY GOD!!! WHAT!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "ARGH!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ran all the way back to the my door step and started crying like a baby... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ask me how Kev knows...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just had my first encounter... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was just trying to get a lift back home... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taking the lift has never been the same for me again...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sign out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114495360803739165?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114495360803739165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114495360803739165' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114495360803739165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114495360803739165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-with-encounter.html' title='The one with the encounter...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114430534986575875</id><published>2006-04-06T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T14:35:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my exit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time really fly by so fast... I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ts already the 2nd week of april and I have finally left my work place. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yap... I quitted teaching and going for greener pastures... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I hope there is one for me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one replacing me has some big shoes to fill... haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean there will be alot of expectations from him, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and till now, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I actually don't like him at all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not because he is like 'straight and dull' or stuff like that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He just doesn't show any passion doing this job. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is like just filling in the empty void. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is just "sucks" especially how much I care for the kids... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway there is nothing I can do now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have being struggling whether to stay in this profession &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or move on to something else...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally made my decision and I guess I must stick to it and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make sure there are no regrets about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do miss my kids alot though... sigh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I have been looking around for jobs and at the same time taking a well deserve break. If anyone offering something. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do let me know alright, I don't mind trying and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sure I am really good to work with... haha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selling myself here... sigh... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope the kids are well... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sob...sob...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sign out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114430534986575875?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114430534986575875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114430534986575875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114430534986575875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114430534986575875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-with-my-exit.html' title='The one with my exit...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114343000939875630</id><published>2006-03-27T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:44:24.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my Suntec/ Raffles City fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sunday at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suntec&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Wuwu, me, Ashley and her potential, Gerald Goh&lt;/strong&gt; had a small gathering at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_1762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_1762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't we look sweet as a "&lt;strong&gt;couple&lt;/strong&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The ice-cream was not bad and &lt;strong&gt;Gerald&lt;/strong&gt; manage to get them for free. Charming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Suntec%20260306/IMG_1768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Don't they look lovely... Aww....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Great guy I must say, reminds me of someone who is the &lt;strong&gt;'GAY'&lt;/strong&gt; version but this is the better one. Cuter one also I must add. &lt;strong&gt;Ashley&lt;/strong&gt; had the &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Cool's Hair&lt;/strong&gt; that day, the "&lt;strong&gt;FAMOUS BUN&lt;/strong&gt;"... The all all favourite that never goes out of style...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_1757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After meeting up with &lt;strong&gt;Gerald&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kev&lt;/strong&gt; came and we went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raffles City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to have our dinner at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KOPITIAM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the high class one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_1816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_1816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_1810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Wao Lao... The &lt;strong&gt;satay is $2 per stick&lt;/strong&gt; and the meat on it was like so miserable loh... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun lah, with the curry splashing onto the window and the picture taking session... :)&lt;br /&gt;Check out some of them below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_1809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_1809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My "&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;" for &lt;strong&gt;Wuwu's&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;BOOBIES&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_1778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_1778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The kiss with a FISH HEAD!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_1803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_1803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The "ACT CUTE" picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_1818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Our happy family picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_1782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_1782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The looking cool look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_1772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The "Ain't I pretty" look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/IMG_1805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/IMG_1805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The gloomy look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had a really enjoyable day... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114343000939875630?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114343000939875630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114343000939875630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114343000939875630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114343000939875630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-with-my-suntec-raffles-city-fun.html' title='The one with my Suntec/ Raffles City fun...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Suntec%20260306/th_IMG_1768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114307335154075446</id><published>2006-03-23T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:29:03.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the IMPOSTER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some weeks ago, a friend of mine sent an email warning of an asshole or assholes using my profile from &lt;strong&gt;SGBOY&lt;/strong&gt; to chat on &lt;strong&gt;IRC&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But instead of flipping upside down, I was actually quite nonchalent about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I mean, you can't be everybody's friend and I am sure I must have somehow and someway stepped on that ass's &lt;strong&gt;short teeny weeny dick&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I also can't really remember when did I ever went on to &lt;strong&gt;IRC&lt;/strong&gt; to chat during that time so maybe he must have found my &lt;strong&gt;SGBOY&lt;/strong&gt; profile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and used it to attract men? I also don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well look on the bright side, he is using my profile, helping me to spread my name around, soon everyone would know there is a &lt;strong&gt;JONATHAN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;Singapore's gay scene&lt;/strong&gt;... HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even though he may be spreading lies or spreading rumours, I am not shaken as well, I guess he is just not being mature thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean, if he is using my profile, how is he going to meet that person whom he is chatting with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guess he must have some inferior problems... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get a Doctor... &lt;strong&gt;Thats my advise&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So everyone out there who may be reading this, if you see me chatting with you on &lt;strong&gt;IRC&lt;/strong&gt; or any chatroom, and I was being mean or rude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;don't be offended, its just that teeny weeny dick trying to antangonise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/fish.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I am actually a very &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;gentle-souled person&lt;/strong&gt;... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114307335154075446?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114307335154075446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114307335154075446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114307335154075446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114307335154075446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-with-imposter.html' title='The one with the IMPOSTER!!!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114247000387863157</id><published>2006-03-16T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:23:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with ANTM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just watched finished cycle 5 of &lt;strong&gt;ANTM&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And I am so &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt; that "&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE&lt;/strong&gt;" won...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/nicole24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/nicole24.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I got so excited that I woke Kev up from his beauty sleep... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I just could not help it... I couldn't believe that she would made it... PAPA is proud!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/nicole22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/nicole22.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I didn't like &lt;strong&gt;Nik&lt;/strong&gt; at all and of course &lt;strong&gt;Bre&lt;/strong&gt; has always been on the bottom of my list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/Nik22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/Nik22.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/Nik9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/Nik9.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE&lt;/strong&gt;" CONGRADS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I always knew you can do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/nicole8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/nicole8.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/nicole9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/nicole9.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Although at times, you&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Whine&lt;/strong&gt;** alot,&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Complain&lt;/strong&gt;* alot,&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Cry&lt;/strong&gt;* alot,&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Scream&lt;/strong&gt;* alot&lt;br /&gt;and even seemed to&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Dramatise&lt;/strong&gt;* things often too...&lt;br /&gt;but you are still my girl...&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are some similarities among us yah... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Of course my favourite girl among the bunch would be "&lt;strong&gt;KYLE&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/kyle10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/kyle10.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/kyle4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/kyle4.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/kyle5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/kyle5.0.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/kyle8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/kyle8.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not only she is the tallest girl among them,&lt;br /&gt;but also one of the most beautiful girl I ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;Too bad "&lt;strong&gt;Tyra&lt;/strong&gt;" got a little jealous of her beauty and decided to get rid of her... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;if only &lt;strong&gt;KYLE&lt;/strong&gt; did win...&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;NICOLE&lt;/strong&gt; is still good with me...&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on scream with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****NICOLE!!!!*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114247000387863157?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114247000387863157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114247000387863157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114247000387863157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114247000387863157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-with-antm.html' title='The one with ANTM...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114196814057522642</id><published>2006-03-10T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:33:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where I got pissed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dark clouds were hovering above me today as I was chatting with a student's parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/226495005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/226495005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparent, this particular student, Feng was been bullied badly in class under my nose. The students involved came as a shocked to me as some of them were my star students and students that I really like. They disappointed me today and I was really upset with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/angry_muppets.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/angry_muppets.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teacher I have no choice but to reprimand them hardly as I cannot be biased or favour anyone openly. I have to set an example to the rest even though I really don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/455759991.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/455759991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave them hell... Hell freezes over totally today for the 5 students... They will pay the price and learn that they will never ever dare to bully a single soul as long as they live again... I will make sure of that. I cannot condole such behavior as long as I am present... especially they are the best class in school, I can't let them think that they are the best and the rest are just nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114196814057522642?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114196814057522642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114196814057522642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114196814057522642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114196814057522642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-where-i-got-pissed.html' title='The one where I got pissed!!!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114195971497933497</id><published>2006-03-10T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:01:58.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my HOLIDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Today is the last day of &lt;strong&gt;Term 1&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Next week, I will have a 1 week break... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YIPPY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I long for this day loh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1 week of no work... what else can I ask for... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Time to bring out the PS2, all my animes to watch... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But kev may not be free to accompany me, so I guess I need to find my own entertainment. But I will still be taking up some project on Monday to Wednesday... The pays not bad also...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just sent out some resumes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hopefully it works out... I have till end of the month till my contract with the school ends... so... crossing my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alright... going for my break... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114195971497933497?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114195971497933497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114195971497933497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114195971497933497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114195971497933497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-with-my-holiday.html' title='The one with my HOLIDAY!!!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114177799700497462</id><published>2006-03-08T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:48:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the little rumour... sh!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I was totally disappted when "&lt;strong&gt;Crash&lt;/strong&gt;" won &lt;strong&gt;Best Picture&lt;/strong&gt; on Monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I mean even if "&lt;strong&gt;Brokeback&lt;/strong&gt;" didn't win, I was hoping "&lt;strong&gt;Munich&lt;/strong&gt;" would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I thought the story from "&lt;strong&gt;Munich&lt;/strong&gt;" was really good and enough to win if "&lt;strong&gt;Brokeback&lt;/strong&gt;" didn't, well I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I think it is the greatest upset man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, the ladies at the red carpet was simply &lt;strong&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I mean look at &lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt;... She is stunning as ever. Who needs &lt;strong&gt;Brat&lt;/strong&gt; anyway, he can kiss her ass goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/JenniferAniston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/strong&gt; wasn't that bad at all too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/JessicaAlb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does look like Mr Oscar the statue... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;... always an angel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/NicoleKidm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Forever funny &lt;strong&gt;Sandra&lt;/strong&gt;... impress us with pockets in her dress... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/SandraBull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of course &lt;strong&gt;Jake&lt;/strong&gt;, "&lt;strong&gt;Jack Twist&lt;/strong&gt;" of Brokeback is as yummy as ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/JakeGyllen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This are just some of my fav...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To another topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I went to watch "&lt;strong&gt;Rumour Has It&lt;/strong&gt;" yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;starring my all time fav lady, Jen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The story was actually quite interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It revolves around the imfamous movie and book, "&lt;strong&gt;The Graduate&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;grandmother&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;Shirley&lt;/strong&gt;" is actually &lt;strong&gt;Mrs Robinson&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin Costner&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;Dustin Hoffman's&lt;/strong&gt; character in the movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It is hilarious as the story progresses and very touching too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But the only spoiler of the movie would be the production team from the movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't know what I mean... alright here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;During one scene outside the bedroom, while Jen was talking to &lt;strong&gt;Mark Ruffalo&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you could see the microphone above their heads...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean like... WHAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;imfamous Microphone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came out again when Jen was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;talking to &lt;strong&gt;Kevin Costner&lt;/strong&gt; when they were near the mountains... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm like Oh My God!!! What else can go wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well next while &lt;strong&gt;Jen and Mark&lt;/strong&gt; were walking up the escalator, the reflection of the lights are shown on the lens of the camera and we could actually see the shadows on the screen... Argh... I was so fustrated with the bad production from the team... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess the production company used up all their money to pay the stars in the shows and left peanuts for the production crew... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, I think it is the worst team ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Next movie on my list is &lt;strong&gt;Transamerica&lt;/strong&gt;... and later &lt;strong&gt;Wolf Creek&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114177799700497462?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114177799700497462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114177799700497462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114177799700497462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114177799700497462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-with-little-rumour-sh.html' title='The one with the little rumour... sh!!!!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/th_JenniferAniston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114135266303672322</id><published>2006-03-03T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:12:54.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the OPS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; is the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/pic-2904-thumb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/pic-2904-thumb.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told Pee and Dera yesterday that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was very worried about this matter. Kev also assured me that nothing will happen and things will be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/pic-2327-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="85" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/pic-2327-thumb.jpg" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I just have to put on a positive attitude and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;pray&lt;/strong&gt;" that all will be well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March &lt;/strong&gt;is here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is quite difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;- Hopefully my search for a new job will be successful.&lt;br /&gt;- Kev will be away for awhile because of reservist and I will miss him alot.&lt;br /&gt;- Exams for my music students are nearing and they are not quite ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;- Kev's health is an issue and I pray that he will recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tentatively, this are the things I am worrying now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/bear1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/1600/bear.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6871/672/320/bear.0.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kev I will pray for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114135266303672322?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114135266303672322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114135266303672322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114135266303672322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114135266303672322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-with-ops.html' title='The one with the OPS...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114126640536969748</id><published>2006-03-02T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:09:21.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my Munich experience..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I went to watch another movie yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;MUNICH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="164" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/munich.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It was really heartaching to see what the 2 countries went through to get what they were looking for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;A place to call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;And all hell broke loose when they decided to take things into their own hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It was a whooping 164mins of drama and pain from the 2 countries... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I thought that the ending would be quite depressing but thank goodness it ended quite well... Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But I can't speak so well for my butt. It was quite sore. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So Kev went discussing to the banks and somehow settled the homeloan stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I just hope that things will work out well and hopefully we can in the future also called this place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;OUR HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am looking forward to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We were even discussing about the arrangements in the futurew when the place is ready... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yes, I know it is abit too early to discuss, but I don't see the harm of planning soemthing...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy Smiles"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tomorrow is the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The day that will decide everything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ever since I knew about the new and that he will be fine and there will be a &lt;em&gt;future for us&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am alittle afraid actually... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As he held me in his arms last night and tell me everything will be alright and that he has made all the &lt;em&gt;necessary arrangement&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tears started to flow again as those words came out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am not ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am not ready yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114126640536969748?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114126640536969748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114126640536969748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114126640536969748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114126640536969748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-with-my-munich-experience.html' title='The one with my Munich experience..'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/th_munich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114117934063362477</id><published>2006-03-01T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:11:53.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my final destination scare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday I went to watch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Final Destination 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my all time fav scary movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/163971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="196" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/208695_thumb.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="387" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I caught all 3 of them and they were really entertaining and of course most importantly, I would always be shaken each time I watch them and I guess that was part of the deal when you decided to put yourself through it. I didn't regret. But it did change the whole idea of going to the gym, tanning and riding the roller-coaster. I am a trill seeker, I was never afraid of such rides and in fact, the more scarier the more thrill I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of going out that way... two words... &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAINFULLY UGLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And it made me think that my life right now is more precious than any cheap thrills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grabbing for my dear life on Kev's sleeves each time an actor goes out...&lt;br /&gt;You never know when it is coming and how it is coming.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"OUCH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, it sets you thinking alittle whether could you really escape death when it is out to get you.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, are these all true.&lt;br /&gt;Premonition, ability to see the future.&lt;br /&gt;Kev often told me he sense something coming and most of the time, it didn't turn out that way but sometimes, it is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very very good example is during the &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsunami is 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kev's doctor friend went there to help and he saved a Singaporean man from drowning.&lt;br /&gt;The man was safe.&lt;br /&gt;But how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, Kev's doctor friend was shocked when the same man was pushed into the hospital announced dead because of a mountain climbing accident...&lt;br /&gt;So if we are saved from a near death experience, how long more will we live till death comes knocking at your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can't really escape death? Can we?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;If its time, it is really time?&lt;br /&gt;Or can we prevent it?&lt;br /&gt;Do we have to protect ourself from every elements around us and the only way is to lock ourself maybe in an asylum for the rest of our lives like what happen in the second installment of the movie? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When such questions arises, it does really send chills up your spine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say isI enjoyed the ride so far but I would like to enjoy some more... pretty please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself have escape near accidents before, like nearly being knocked down, but I don't know whether is it fatal or not.&lt;br /&gt;But I sure hell do not want to go out this way. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good luck to me and I pray that my angel will look out for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114117934063362477?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114117934063362477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114117934063362477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114117934063362477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114117934063362477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-with-my-final-destination-scare.html' title='The one with my final destination scare...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/others/th_163971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114117231073888671</id><published>2006-03-01T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:21:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my New Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Over the weekend... last sat, Kev went to search for property again and this time, something caught his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Varsity Park...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/index2_r2_c2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check it out at &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.varsitypark.com.sg/main.html"&gt;http://www.varsitypark.com.sg/main.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;It is situated at &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;West Coast area&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just beside the &lt;strong&gt;NUS&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;NUH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;It is a peaceful quite area which we really liked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;It has only about &lt;strong&gt;500 units&lt;/strong&gt; and each block is only &lt;strong&gt;6 storeys&lt;/strong&gt; high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;And Kev decided to get a &lt;strong&gt;3 bedroom loft&lt;/strong&gt; on the top floor with a big open terrace for the master bedroom, the guest room and even the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;All I can say that it is spacious enough for me, measuring at about &lt;strong&gt;2153sf&lt;/strong&gt;. I am not complaining at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Of course I will be having the usual facilities. I am really excited because the thought of finally moving in with someone you know you will spend a life time with, is just amazing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thanks Dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;But I will have to wait till &lt;strong&gt;end of 2008&lt;/strong&gt; for the project to finish. There will still be some complications but I believe we will be able to work it through. We always did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I learnt of some sad news yesterday and I would be lieing if I say I am not worried. I hope that all things would be fine and well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Now I am living further away from all my close friends who is all the way in North area or East area. Anyway, Spore so small, it should be fine after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114117231073888671?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114117231073888671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114117231073888671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114117231073888671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114117231073888671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-with-my-new-home.html' title='The one with my New Home...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114117096892392872</id><published>2006-03-01T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:56:08.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with Sweat and sun party!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last weekend was amazing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Its been so long since I party so hard... Two days in a roll dancing non-stop... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I attended the &lt;strong&gt;SWEAT party&lt;/strong&gt; and the one the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Phew... I wonder how much fats I lost... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That weekend, I met many new friends from &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;. All of course is &lt;strong&gt;Kev's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;KLIQ friends&lt;/strong&gt; and I really enjoy their company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I hope there will be more of such events where, we would go up to &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt; or they would come down to Spore for more events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To those who came and played... Thanks I had a wonderful time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114117096892392872?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114117096892392872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114117096892392872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114117096892392872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114117096892392872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-with-sweat-and-sun-party.html' title='The one with Sweat and sun party!!!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114096411862946553</id><published>2006-02-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:31:39.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my other girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My other Precious Girls!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Michelle Dera Wu Ming Xue...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Girls/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Girls/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Girls/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Michelle Choo's "Bun"/ "Tsunami"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看谁的比较高!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Girls/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Girls/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Girls/f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Alyssa the sweet little innocent "Pui"!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Girls/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Girls/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK OK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the nicer ones lah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114096411862946553?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114096411862946553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114096411862946553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114096411862946553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114096411862946553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-my-other-girls.html' title='The one with my other girls'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Girls/th_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114096110988787932</id><published>2006-02-26T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:42:14.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one dedicated to PEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The million faces of the man bitch in the world... &lt;em&gt;(actually it is just six irritating face pictures)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Prisca/31a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What did you just say??" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Prisca/32a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;看什么看&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Prisca/37a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look how sexy I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Prisca/36a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrinker squeezing pretending to be mature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Prisca/38a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See my expensive showoff watch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Prisca/34a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME, MYSELF &amp; I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Girls/l.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "&lt;strong&gt;I Look So Cool&lt;/strong&gt;" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And lastly just trying to kill my dear butchy butch!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Girls/h.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Hope u like it... mei mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114096110988787932?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114096110988787932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114096110988787932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114096110988787932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114096110988787932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-dedicated-to-pee.html' title='The one dedicated to PEE'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Prisca/th_31a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114095288662442631</id><published>2006-02-26T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:27:37.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with Gillian's farewell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yap, she left us again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time will only be a short one as she will return in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge possibility that I would go up there to attend her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and mine as well.&lt;br /&gt;So it would be so cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We are trying to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pee and Jac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too... If they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/NY06/D4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The gathering started off dinner at "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cream Bistro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dera, Pee, Kev and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The rests were so late loh...&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be 8 people at 8pm but then we ended up with 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;By the time we finished eating at 9pm, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Gillian and Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finally came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We then proceed to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Borders Bistro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" to have a drink while continuing to wait for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, they came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted, gossipped, drank, ate, finally its time to part and at that moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finally decided to show...&lt;br /&gt;Her female boss refused to let her leave her work...&lt;br /&gt;I guess that the life of an auditor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got to take a final group picture before we went our separate ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/74.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/73.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114095288662442631?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114095288662442631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114095288662442631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114095288662442631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114095288662442631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-gillians-farewell.html' title='The one with Gillian&apos;s farewell!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Gillian%20Farewell/th_54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114040206872603879</id><published>2006-02-20T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:31:10.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my new-found sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; since my ops, and my sight seems to be getting better.&lt;br /&gt;It's really so surreal because from now onwards, everytime I wake up, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see the world clearly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I still forget that I do not need to put on glasses and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I would try to take it out whenever I went to bath or sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope that this change will be good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114040206872603879?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114040206872603879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114040206872603879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114040206872603879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114040206872603879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-my-new-found-sight.html' title='The one with my new-found sight'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114030827909714827</id><published>2006-02-19T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T08:31:17.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my LASIK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes I have finally gone through my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lasik surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and everything is perfect now. Right now, I am going through the process of recovery. I do pray it will be alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't say that I enjoyed the process throughout though. I had my obstacles as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;During the process, the doctor had to adjust my position again and again. The reason is because I kept moving which I really couldn't help it. I was really uncomfortable. It was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;30 mins of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The things I went through is just so hard to describe, the cutting and lasering, it was really unbearable for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I thought when I did my second eye, it would be better. I was wrong, when cutting starts, I could actually feel a sharp pain cutting into my eye and I even shouted. I was terrified. But I bear with it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;30 long mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; later, I was out and well. It was all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am really glad I did this. No regrets. No more glasses or me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114030827909714827?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114030827909714827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114030827909714827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114030827909714827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114030827909714827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-my-lasik.html' title='The one with my LASIK...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114014222025789287</id><published>2006-02-17T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T12:51:07.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my "Plastic" surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you heard me right. Today, I am going for my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long-awaited lasik surgery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not exactly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"plastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i know, but if I am not worng, they are going to insert something plastic inside right? I also don't know. I am pretty excited about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Although in the past, I had postponed a few times because I guess I am not ready. But now, I am absolutely ready to go through it, thick or thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do wish me good luck and pray that everything will be alright and I will be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="vday1" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/16.jpg" width=300 height=410&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="vday2" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/7.jpg" width=300 height=410&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="marakesh" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/m7.jpg" width=300 height=410&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My last picture in glasses...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114014222025789287?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114014222025789287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114014222025789287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114014222025789287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114014222025789287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-my-plastic-surgery.html' title='The one with my &quot;Plastic&quot; surgery'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/th_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114010662640887614</id><published>2006-02-17T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T13:13:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my Valentines' night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So when we finally reached &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clark Quay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HotStones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the girls had already almost finished their meals as they were here earlier. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kev&amp;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were starving and we proceed to order our food quickly. My experience at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HotStones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was quite appalling. I had to get up to ask for a menu from the counter, following by ordering from the counter again, getting my utensils &amp;amp; water from the counter and lastly still have to pay for service charge. Not only that, during dinner, they dumb waiters were so frantic and seemed so lost that they dropped two hot stones apparently onto 2 customers’ table, which resulted a huge “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;CLUNG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” shocking the whole entire restaurant with the noise. Obviously, the 2 customers got free meals. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Damn&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;After my nightmare with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HotStones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dera, Ashley, Gillian, Shyka, Kev&amp;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;decided to go for a drink at “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Makaresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. The place was really interesting. They had it beautifully decorated in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arab style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; according to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and they had this long pipe for you to smoke. It is called “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” if I am not wrong. So we sat and ordered our drinks. Some of the girls had their usuals while I had this bluish drink called “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;69ers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. It had lychee, martini, soda, fruits, and others more and it tasted marvelous. But then because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the great, thinking that she is a good drinker, order something orangey with vodka inside, and unfortunately couldn’t continue with it, and had to change it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/m20.jpg" width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/m21.jpg"  width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Later on, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Alyssa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came to join in too and we had fun taking pictures and really making a fool of ourselves basically. Even the Indian bosses working there seemed to appreciate our presence and even gave us &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;20% discount on the drinks&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, there was this incident where they forced me to drink something from their glass. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I may thank him for his hospitality, but drinking from his glass, Hell No! But they were so persistent and I had no choice but to give in and so I drank…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/m7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/m13.jpg"  widthwidth=400 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/m1.jpg"  width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;YUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That was the thought I had when I had to share the drink with an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, if you know what I mean. But I don’t want to end up like two of our fellow gay friends who were recently being prosecuted for being racist. So I will not comment anymore. But all in all, it was great fun although I was a little drunk, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for organizing this again. As this is going to be a yearly thing, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Lonely Hearts Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” is 2 years old now. Although I am already taken, but this club did still helped me one way or the other. HeHe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/m15.jpg"  width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/m18.jpg"  width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/m24.jpg"  width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/m1.jpg"  width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/m25.jpg"  width=400 height=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So thank you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dera Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and we will see the lonely hearts again in the years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sign out.&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/9306211-114010662640887614?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114010662640887614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114010662640887614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114010662640887614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114010662640887614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-my-valentines-night-out.html' title='The one with my Valentines&apos; night out'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Makaresh/th_m20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-114006694474160456</id><published>2006-02-16T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:56:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my long-awaited Valentine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It finally here… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Valentines’ Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, it not like it is a very important day that I need to celebrate and stuff. To me, if it comes and there is someone in my life, then I will celebrate then. And I haven’t been celebrating it since like 2004. Then again, its only 2yrs ago, both with different group of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So my day started with school as usual in the morning. Then Kev came to pick me up and gave me a bunch of beautiful roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am really touched although he do not need to. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; HaHa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I went back home to change and freshen up, trying to look nice for him before we headed out to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ritz Carlton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for some &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;high-tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Unfortunately, we didn’t know it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;English high-tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all I can say was, the food wasn’t that fantastic and the selected was very limited, even though they presented the food in an interesting way. Still I had fun listening to live music and simply just being with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was lovely…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;After tea, we decided to take a walk in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Millenia Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, window shopping for furniture and clothes. I stopped by &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Raoul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and got myself a two-ply pink long-sleeve shirt. It was really nice. Soon it was time for our movie date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt;. Sitting waiting eagerly in the cinema, I really hope the movie will impress me. As I sat and wait, it started… with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; driving to work, without knowing that at the end of the line, he would meet &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the love of his life and that their lives will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/brokebackmountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;As the movie proceeded, I felt this pain and a certain anguish aching inside as I watched them trying to live their lives. At the end of the movie, I left the theatre with an aching heart and I was very emotional.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Yes I know I can be a little dramatic, but when I watched such films, I tend to be that way alright!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After the movie, as we were driving towards&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Clark Quay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the emotions of the movie still lingered within me. It was really a great fantastic movie. I was determined to shake that feeling off, so it was time for some great fun with Dera and the rest of the girls at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Clark Quay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kev&amp;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were really hungry and exhausted after the movie. I guess it really drained you out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here are some other pictures for you to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-114006694474160456?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/114006694474160456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=114006694474160456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114006694474160456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/114006694474160456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-my-long-awaited-valentine.html' title='The one with my long-awaited Valentine.'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Valentine%202006/th_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-113988851017666331</id><published>2006-02-14T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:41:50.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one at HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Over the weekend, not only I went for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pre-valentine dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I also had the chance to go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to club. It’s been awhile since I last clubbed and it was nice to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Allan, Kelvin &amp; Luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That night, not only I saw my good friends from Spore, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also came down to join in the fun. It was so great to see him again since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;KLIQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We had so much fun at the club meeting different people while drinking &amp; smoking all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;One interesting pair was when we met a couple from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Korea (Tony &amp; Gun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while I went out to get something from the car. They were trying to ask for directions to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tanjong Pagar Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which they happen to be on it. Obviously they were looking for clubs so we immediately pointed them to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;When we were back from the car, we met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tony &amp; Gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again and we started chatting. They were so cool and it was their first time in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Spore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decided we would show them around and so we brought them to Taboo later in the late when we were done with our socializing at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. What was even more interesting was that Tony’s profession is an actor and according to him, had made quite a name in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, his next movie is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“From March”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I guess it should be opening in Spore during March I guess. I could understand the rest of the names of his works because he couldn’t translate into English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At the end of the night, we got to say farewell to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nic, Tony &amp; Gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as they will be leaving the next day. I had one of the best nights having to hang around with so many of my friends. It was fun. At least next time, when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kevin&amp;amp;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have a chance to visit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, there would be a guide to bring us around. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yippy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sign out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113988851017666331?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/113988851017666331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=113988851017666331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113988851017666331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113988851017666331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-at-happy.html' title='The one at HAPPY!'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-113975058057712682</id><published>2006-02-12T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:19:29.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my Pre-Valentine Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kevin&amp;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shangri-La&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to have lunch with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ben&amp;amp;Andrew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for some pre-Valentine celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/L2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to try &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The Line&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;which is serving Internation Buffet and their spread was &lt;strong&gt;MAGNIFICANT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Also the place was really beautifully decorated, especially the color coordination (&lt;strong&gt;Orange and &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) and Me&amp;Kevin happen to be dressed in the same color coordination which help us blend in quite well as well... Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/L1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/L11.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/L9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/L5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Seafood was delicious but the one that catch my attention was the "&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fountain of Chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" flowing endlessly to the bottom and a pile of fresh strawberries waiting to be dipped into that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Dark Gorgeous Flowing Fountain of Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is simply heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;Not to say, the dessert was also so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/L4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/L6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/L8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/L7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I ate so much, erm... I am not so proud to say this but, I went to the toilet but not to &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do Business&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; but something else... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We ate till the end of the buffet before we would leave... Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;After that everyone decide to go for some property viewing first at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'GreenWood'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'RainForest'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where both of them are situated at Bukit Timah area... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The place at &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was mavellous but I can't say so much for the view though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Whereas at &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the view was breathtaking but the place is abit small I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;At the end of the day, we were all pretty tired so we went back to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;All in all, it was quite a fruitful day in a day... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/L13.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/L14.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tomorrow is back to work again and I am constantly sneezing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I do hope I am alright and fit to work tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Til then. Take care my dears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113975058057712682?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/113975058057712682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=113975058057712682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113975058057712682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113975058057712682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-my-pre-valentine-celebration.html' title='The one with my Pre-Valentine Celebration'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/The%20Line/th_L2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-113945209064815371</id><published>2006-02-09T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:28:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the little disappointment... :(</title><content type='html'>Got a surprise called yesterday from our neighbour land... it seems that my lasik had to be postponed bcos of some urgent matter from the doc... :(&lt;br /&gt;Argh... just when i m finally ready to take up this challenge of fear of the ops... and i have postponed twice b4 this... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its just another week so no hurt done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i hav been going ard with an aching body... thanks to me having to go for two classes back to back in the gym yesterday... guess my stamina hasnt returned yet... but it was fun, although painful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the grammys this morning and i cant wait to go back and watch it... i hope this year would be better than last... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there are the returns of certain shows like Desperate Housewifes and Survivor. The housewifes were great but i cant say much for the survivors though... I mean, all of them seems so damn boring... no personality, no looks and plain boring... though the new concept of the game has changed n more interesting... i was so hoping the producers could get better cast... the guys are not that cute, same as the girls unlike last seasons... sigh... I still wish Steph had won the last season's... Anyway, we will just see how they played out... i hope Amazing Race coming in march doesnt disappt like survivor does... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113945209064815371?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/113945209064815371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=113945209064815371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113945209064815371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113945209064815371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-little-disappointment.html' title='The one with the little disappointment... :('/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-113933078628641316</id><published>2006-02-08T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:46:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the long awaited event.. 10 feb 06</title><content type='html'>Lastest news abt my trip... Tracy backed out on the trip due to some personal reasons which sigh... wat can i say... alittle expected... was really hoping to get to knw her better... well guess its really gonna be a couple thing with me, pee and our partners... hope it turn out well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast, its already Feb and i hav given myself until this month to get a job bcos i hav told the sch i would leave by then... the new class has started to grow on me and i kindof missed them already. Although this yr, things hav changed, kids are still kids... still as adorable... and my fellow teachers, they are really nice friends to hav... but all things must come to an end i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml will be my neuro checkup, seems my brain has been giving me problems... i hope it went as well... But fri, comes the big ops.... My eyes..&lt;br /&gt;I m finally getting my lasik done... &lt;br /&gt;I hav conquer my fear and i m finally ready to walk down that road to glasses-free days... i really cant wait... &lt;br /&gt;i am sick of having to adjust the specs each time when i m working out in the gym classes... how i love to wake up in the morning to be able to see clearly... &lt;br /&gt;The long awaited wait has finally come...&lt;br /&gt;Please wish me well and luck in the following events, i will really appreciate it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113933078628641316?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/113933078628641316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-113893467223740959</id><published>2006-02-03T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T10:44:32.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the brush of death... part 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a brush with death, was dashing across the road in front of Cineleisure and I wasn’t noticing the traffic from the opposite side… I didn’t realize the shock until I got to the car… hmm… I guess I escape another time… I wonder would I be as lucky the next time… it was just inches away… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it is almost settled… my second trip this year to BKK again after 3 months… this time it will be with another couple and another friend… pee, jac, tracy… it should be exciting… I really so hope it will turn out well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go HK but everyone was saying there is no sale during that period of time so I guess I have to wait again… but this time to BKK, I get to visit places I didn’t get to the last time, so I am not complaining as long as I have Kevin with me, everything will be fine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is a short week for many, it not really the same for me… sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Work starts sat again and not looking forward to it… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am having a little gathering with Allan, Kelvin and gang, I am so excited as I haven’t got to see them for a long time… And I really appreciate their friendship a lot… they are like my other family…Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go back to class now so see you all on Fri… take care and &lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113893467223740959?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Its not one of my fav festival though as i will again get to see some irritating relative asking me questions abt when i m getting married and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;fucking irritating if u ask me... I freaking gay hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my work year this year... not the best time of my life i can say that... the class is really a handful... wat i mean is that those brats r so freaking annoying and arrogant, they think they can get away with anything as long as they hav their parents for support.&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, while i was shopping for CNY clothes, this fucking parent called me to ask me stupid irritating questions like why cant the supplimentary lessons be later and stuff... Im like HELLO!!! Does it seem that it is my decision??? It the sch for crying out loud... I was so pissed and i think she got the hint... BITCH!!! Dun mess with me.... Totally spoiled my mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hoping to catch the geisha movie yesterday but as usual... sold out again... Seems like Sporean really got nothing better to do yah.... Hmm... seems today my entry is a bit bitchy abt everything... i think i better stop here if not... who knws what will happen... being sued?? Watever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113814831727295790?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/113814831727295790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=113814831727295790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113814831727295790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113814831727295790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-with-my-cny06.html' title='The one with my CNY06'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-113738059724277406</id><published>2006-01-16T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:03:21.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with life in 2006</title><content type='html'>Time passes quite fast... its already mid Jan and CNY is coming up real soon...&lt;br /&gt;Time for new clothes too... hehe&lt;br /&gt;I told dear that its a tradition and he told me i m just finding an excuse to buy new clothes... :(&lt;br /&gt;Well he is not entirely wrong i guess... haha&lt;br /&gt;Life with him is full of new experiences and surprises... &lt;br /&gt;I never imagine i would met someone like him.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i felt that is this too good to be true... &lt;br /&gt;when is this happiness going to end? (i thot to myself sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;Dun get me wrong that i want to end this... &lt;br /&gt;I really m afraid sometimes that something would come along and take him away...&lt;br /&gt;Just like yesterday, he momentary pass out a moment n i was like so afraid when he didnt respond to me...&lt;br /&gt;I realise how impt he is to me n i must do all i can to make this work and appreciate him for everything &lt;br /&gt;he has done for me n my family... i hav nv being so happy b4 in my life...&lt;br /&gt;I feel so so bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i had a great chat and time with pee n dera... its great to be able to meet up with them to catch up with old times... &lt;br /&gt;i havent seen them since NY... &lt;br /&gt;dera still look as lovely as b4, but pee, since sch started, she is again back to the pale skeleton state... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i do hope she take care of herself. &lt;br /&gt;And hope to catch up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that dera loved her presents frm BBK... i had a hard time looking for it...&lt;br /&gt;As for pee's bday, hope she likes it the bag we r getting her... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident that happen yesterday is when dear's car bang into some malay guy in front...&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to be rude or anything but that idiot looked as he just woke up as when he came out of the car, he hav bloodshot eyes like he was sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;that asshole just brake suddenly and dear couldnt stop in time... Damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;Worst is that dear's insurance has to pay for the fucker's repair and then dear's insurance for next year would go up bcos of this and the asshole do not need to pay for anything just bcos we bang him....Argh...!!! &lt;br /&gt;Well as least we both were ok... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that the rest of the week would be a good one... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113738059724277406?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/113738059724277406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=113738059724277406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113738059724277406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113738059724277406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-with-life-in-2006_16.html' title='The one with life in 2006'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-113693898493919570</id><published>2006-01-11T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T08:23:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the trip... to BKK :)</title><content type='html'>Gosh, wat a trip I had… everything was great and beautiful. I had nv seen BKK the way I have seen b4. Esp the trip to THE DOOM, where we stand on top of Maritus Mandarin hotel and overlook the whole city at the bar… it was breathless. I really miss there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to BBK over the weekends and had a great time eating and shopping… From having the famous Peking Duck at Pan Pacific to shopping at Siam Paragon, the biggest shopping centre in BKK… everything was great, I even got myself my 1st suit from Hugo Boss with a discount of 40% as well!!! The sale guy (Pete), very well trained, he knws all my measure by just looking at me… haha. And lastly, every moment with him was unforgettable… Thanks dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the food and shopping were great, I cant say much abt Thai fashion though, I cant find anything decent or maybe abit more fashionable. It seems that they love their long sleeves and pants a lot and their t-shirts looked really ermm… our spore’s Man Studio like… very Oh Biang lah. Really cannot make it (CMI). The only closest, I would say, would be Hybrid, sister brand of Abercrombe &amp; Fitch. Though sometime I can still see some resemblance of Thai fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I went to the famous Chut Thu Chut (I think wrong spelling), and I never seen wat I hav seen b4. I hav been here twice but this time, I been to stalls that I nv imagine exist, like the household stuffs and the pet stalls where they sold snakes to squirrels to endangered frogs… Yuck!!! I do pity the animals though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u travel to BBK of course u hav to visit the clubs so I went to DJ station first, which I hav been b4 but this time after they kind of renovated the place, it was so packed it seemed like Taboo once… Next I went to Bed Supper Club… so unique and so special, music was good and they hav a lounge full of beds for u to chill and chat, many Ang mohs patron but it’s a mix crowd though… still got chat up by a charming Ang moh… but according to dear, not his type… haha  and lastly, I went to see the Ah go go boys show and oh my god!! I was so shock with wat I saw, it was great of course but I was just abit taken aback. I was even mistaken for someone else by the workers there… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip really opened my eyes, as I’ve being to places that I nv seen b4 and my r/s with Kevin grew stronger too… really appreciate the time and moment we had, even though sometime there may be ups and downs, it is just part n parcel of going through a r/s and that’s how we grow and understand each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113693898493919570?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/113693898493919570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=113693898493919570' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113693898493919570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113693898493919570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-with-trip-to-bkk.html' title='The one with the trip... to BKK :)'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-113409083993551929</id><published>2005-12-09T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:13:59.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one i disappeared....</title><content type='html'>Bad boi bad boi, i havent been consistence in my entry... gosh its almost a month that i disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just a recap,&lt;br /&gt;sch holi started of course n my kids have finally left me, but its ok, its been a good year...&lt;br /&gt;Moved on to greater things in life, exams is on the 13 dec, tue, next week on HR. Its going to be my last paper and i will finally be graduated from business degree course after 3 yrs... wat a relief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things hav been picking up for me as i worried abt my career path in the future after teaching n i m offered several jobs of different field... still looking into it but overall happy... thanks for making things happen... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than my career, things have been going on smoothly in my personal life as well, pee finally finished her exams to live her life again, now left dera who disappeared on me for awhile which i missed her alot... :( there are some phone bill problems n i hope she replied me soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 is coming into an end n i cant believe it was such an amazing yr for me... things coming into an end and me finally found someone to cherish n being provided with everything i can possibly dream of... thanks for everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to KLIQ for xmas though... yah yah i knw many went to Taipei bcos of snowball, but im going KL also becos i going to catchup with some friends... :) &lt;br /&gt;it will stil be fun, after KLIQ, it would be BKK for 4 days of non stop shopping... i hope i hav saved enough for this man.. hehe... cant wait... well as least one last trip b4 i start concentrating on my career rite... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok this is wat has been happening so far... will try to be more hardworking in following up with my entries, in the meantime, its back to revision again... cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113409083993551929?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/113409083993551929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=113409083993551929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113409083993551929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113409083993551929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-i-disappeared.html' title='The one i disappeared....'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-113213379029773635</id><published>2005-11-16T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T17:36:30.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the picnic with my kids.... :)</title><content type='html'>Today was the last 2 days of sch n i decided to hav a small picnic with my kids at the sch's garden... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday nite, i went to bought lots of things to make sandwiches and snacks... wow cost me abt $60+.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we ended up having it in the canteen bcos it was too hot outside... 天不做美！&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid that i couldnt control the situation as u knw, kids will be kids... &lt;br /&gt;in the end, i manage to do pretty well as everyone got to make a sandwich and had something to eat... after that, its up to the class to continue the celebration with snacks like chocolates, cookies, potato chips, and more... they had lots of fun eating n playing their game consoles n board games while some others chit chat away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... to think that i m giving all this up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i also brought them to their new classes, as all of them will be split to different classes, some of them to good class n some of them to lousy classes... &lt;br /&gt;my heart just started tearing when they asked me which class m i teaching next yr as they hope i could teach them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hearing their disapptment when i told them the truth, they went silent for a while... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is their prize presentation n many of them do not need to come but i will still be there to see my kids going up to receive their awards for doing so well this yr. :) i m happy for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon comes fri which will be the last day of my stay in that sch... not only had the kids made my life good, even some of the teachers there had made my journey memorable... they had been so nice and caring... n they really appreciate my effort n help... i really hope that next yr, when i step into the corporate world, i m lucky enough to get an organisation which is as great as them... (crossing my fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friday would be quite emotional i expect... i do hope they would all come... i told them it would be the last time i see them... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i m such a sucker for such farewell... haha. drama queen rite... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my flu is getting better n i had lost weight again... i felt that those hard work i put in during my gym workout had fail miserably... i had to restarted again fast as soon as i recover... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m grateful to my dear for helping me n taking care of me... he has been a great companion and a great friend... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m really lucky.... really lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113213379029773635?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/113213379029773635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=113213379029773635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113213379029773635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113213379029773635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-with-picnic-with-my-kids.html' title='The one with the picnic with my kids.... :)'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-113009145228589199</id><published>2005-10-24T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T02:17:32.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the day after my bday...</title><content type='html'>After checking out, kel &amp; al met me up for dinner later that day at a JAP restaurant... Food was great and the company was even better than anything... i mean... after our meal... al and kel got me a cake with a candle on it... many may not understand but... it meant so much to me.... thanks allan &amp; kel... thanks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, its time to inprint our butts again at spinellis... while sharon made her way down to meet us... after drinks, we proceed to HAPPY to meet Luke... who disappeared on me :( When inside, met many others and we all had fun, til i couldnt hold my liquor again n had to rest at a seat... haha... so lousy loh... till kel n allan had to help me out to maxwell where i need to visit the gents for a while to unload certain stuff from my gullet... haha... had some food and finally back home to hav a well deserve rest... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG slept till 3pm n thank goodness theres no hang over... but i m still damn tired... but still when out to have my only meal of the day and watched FLIGHTPLAN... OMG... Jodie was as impressive as ever... U GO BUTCH!!! Opps... i really like to plot, very encouraging... thanks jodie.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite... this is all i hav so far... gonna go sleep now as a fresh week had started and im back to the bz routine again after a week of break... sigh... EXAMS for the kids this week... markings will be tough.... okok nite nite now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113009145228589199?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/113009145228589199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=113009145228589199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113009145228589199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113009145228589199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-with-day-after-my-bday.html' title='The one with the day after my bday...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-113009079654434396</id><published>2005-10-24T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T02:06:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one after my birthday...</title><content type='html'>Well... its finally over... im offically 27... still i hope it doesnt show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I wanna thank all those who were there at the little gathering i had... Thanks for making it happen even though some only managed to stay awhile... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suite was wow breathless... first time i stay in one loh... (yes yes i knw i m sua gu) From the jacuzzi in the bathroom to the plazma tv to the sound system... oh my god... its more than i ever dream for... :) after viewing the room, had free flows of cocktails at the bar complimentary of the suite with kevin... while waiting for the rest to turn up... gosh it was yummy... all i can say... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ppl started arriving, it was dinner at Fish &amp; Co at glass house (lousy service and food) the room made it all better... I must really say, the standard of Fish &amp; Co really depreciate dratiscally... in another word... YUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, it was back to hotel and drinking n cakes started... loved the presents and the cakes thanks... but everyone wasnt into much drinking so in the end, i ended up with more drinks than i came with... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan, kelvin, sharon, barry stayed the nite and we had games and it was fun... :) hope sharon and allan didnt have a backache after that hahaha... OMG!!! Kelvin really can make some noise... haha... and sharon got to hear Al's grinding for the first time... haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, had breakfast with mum at hotel and the food wasnt bad as well... :) she visited the suite and was so impress with it as well... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was tanning and swimming with kel at the pool... it was fun and nice... im glad to be bonding with kel and al again... we been thru many tough time n they were always there... thanks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tanning, it was time to check out, i leave the place with great memories which i will nv forget... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-113009079654434396?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/113009079654434396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=113009079654434396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113009079654434396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/113009079654434396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-after-my-birthday.html' title='The one after my birthday...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112973901774357411</id><published>2005-10-20T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:23:37.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my big day... </title><content type='html'>The one with my big day... &lt;br /&gt;its coming... its coming... &lt;br /&gt;the day i get to gather all my friends together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im alittle nervous n hope that everything goes well... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently certain dark clouds hovered over my mind n i m alittle disheartened by it... it wasnt enjoyable at all but theres nothing i can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went looking ard for presents for sis and finally got one today... in the meantime, looking for mine so pee n gang could get it for me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have seen a few stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nike white messager bag at heeren,&lt;br /&gt;2. Nike shoes&lt;br /&gt;3. Adidas shoes&lt;br /&gt;4. A watch for work&lt;br /&gt;5. A bag for work&lt;br /&gt;6. wallet&lt;br /&gt;7. nano (only putting it for the sake of putting) :)&lt;br /&gt;8. the white altec lansing speaker set with sub woofer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is it... just choose one lah u guys... :) i dun expect much also... just as long as u all enjoy urself... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112973901774357411?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112973901774357411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112973901774357411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112973901774357411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112973901774357411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-with-my-big-day.html' title='The one with my big day... '/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112826733451238991</id><published>2005-10-02T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:35:34.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the dead bride....</title><content type='html'>After waking frm a nite of booze... thank goodness there wasnt any hangovers... Changed and went to watch the bride with andrew at grand... Wat a lovely n romantic movie that was... the sacrifice n the determination... i mean, the butterflies in the end... so touching i actually cried... Tim really did a good job... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B4 that was food at Iciban at grand and i am pretty amaze of the staff there, as u would all knw, jap restaurant usually have staff shouting everywhere random which sometimes drives customers nuts!&lt;br /&gt;well i do admit it did sometime drove me up the wall but over at iciban, they have a system... someone would say something, and everyone would speak in unison and it was great... they werent shouting or anything but like in an army camp where the commander gave out an order and the troops replied together... it was very neat, n i m impress although according to andrew, the food was just so so... his Cha Soba tasted like (Chew Ni) "rubber band"... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to "THAT CD SHOP" and was so tempted to get their in house music compilation, i thot the packaging was beautiful... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the show, went to funan to get my DVDs... i tell u its so damn hard to get things... cant seem to find wat i want... went to see the NANO... sigh... wow... nice loh... and i saw a singh kid like 12yo having his mum bought him a black NANO... i was like... lucky BASTARD!!! haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was dinner at "Riccottio" (i think) at riverside... Nice sandwiches... although the portion was small, but oh my gosh, i was bloated really after that, but the dessert was..... oh gosh... the chocolate was heaven on earth man... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a fruitful day, went home happy and full... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112826733451238991?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112826733451238991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112826733451238991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112826733451238991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112826733451238991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-with-dead-bride.html' title='The one with the dead bride....'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112826651976332744</id><published>2005-10-02T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:21:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with kel's bday...</title><content type='html'>Wat a nite last nite was, went to celebrate Kelvin's bday... i havent had so much fun in such a long time n i am so happy to see all my friends like YS and Henry... seems like old times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dinner didnt come as smoothly as i thot, first there was a black out, then we waited for at least an hour b4 the food was served... but b4 that, the ran out of so many ingredients like butter rice to wedges to mash potatoes to french fries... the list goes on... the starters the drinks the soup everything was bad and slow.... i guess my friends will forever ban that place... to add to this, luke had to be rude to the person incharge i think n me n henry n the rest had to worry whether our food were safe to consume after that... well i went to the toilet twice today so i dunno m i alrite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the nite went on great and fine, with drinking at Baker's Inn in city hall... its been a while i got to hang out with my friends due to studies and work... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last stop of the nite, it was HAPPY to drink up to Kel's big 27... i had lots of drinks n gosh it was fun actually... :)&lt;br /&gt;well in abt 3weeks its my turn so here goes... me 27... coming soon... stay tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112826651976332744?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112826651976332744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112826651976332744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112826651976332744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112826651976332744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-with-kels-bday.html' title='The one with kel&apos;s bday...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112810128483190703</id><published>2005-10-01T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T01:28:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with Children's Day Celebration...</title><content type='html'>The time has come for the kids to play... after so much work of practicing and rehearsing, the day came where we give it all out to them... &lt;br /&gt;All 6 grps were great but, not that im bias, i thot that we the last grp to perform is the best as we really rock the sch down, even the principal n VP n even our special guest loved it!!! but it all came dwn to voting where the Pri enrolment is obviously much more than the other levels, they won by just 30+ tickets frm us :( the worst thing is some pri 3 werent even supporting their level, some from my class.... BITCHES, TRAITOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ah yah, they are kids anyway n dunno anything... im ok with it also as the other teacher kept thanking me for the coaching and tolerating their mistakes... i mean, its fun organising and arranging a band from scratch, teaching them the instruments and making them come together and practice... its not easy but we made it... phew.... im impress even with myself... (pat pat) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my body is aching all over... dunno why but really need a good massage.... today is kel's 27 bday!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BDAY KEL!!! U R OLD!!! dun worry lah, in 3 weeks time, i m next... :( Why!!!! so since im still young... HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY TO ME!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going for dinner and maybe clubbing... hope i will enjoy myself and things go smoothly tml as it will be a long day... starting with work first since morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took lots of pics with my students... :) too bad some of my fav wasnt in sch today... so disappted with them... sigh... which goes to say, they are too young to knw gratefulness is... i dun blame them, i still love them... :) hehehaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite damn late liao.. will update tml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112810128483190703?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112810128483190703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112810128483190703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112810128483190703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112810128483190703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-with-childrens-day-celebration.html' title='The one with Children&apos;s Day Celebration...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112791645564962220</id><published>2005-09-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:07:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my excursion trip to spore river... </title><content type='html'>Had my last trip of the yr with the kids... really had lots of fun... missing them already, the VP told me to stay bcos of my gd work but i just cldnt... i needed a more perm job... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we reached there in loads of buses n the kids just swarmed ard the river n museums... they were so excited, same as i... haha. everyone was there, almost... one of my fav student cldnt go... but my pet (fav student) did went finally... haha&lt;br /&gt;damn cute loh... lots of photos to remember them by... one of the best yrs of my career life... i guess i will enjoy the best i can for the next final month... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, today, went to sch n felt unwell, after being drenched in the rain, i was sneezing all the way n then the sore throat came n made me feel so tired... i hate it, my competition is on fri n i need to be in shape, ARGH... i need rest seriously therefore, i made myself sleep at 10pm today which is in 2omins time... &lt;br /&gt;i need my beauty rest... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although was feeling horrible, i made arrangment with dera to get some beads so i still made my way to bugis... upon reachin, this pruedential agent came up to me to talk abt financial planning n when i told him i hav one with the same cpy who is of higher rank than him, he still go on abt wanting to meet me n maybe do an analyse on wat i hav done with my agent... im like... HELLO!!! u even steal clients among one another!!! n he can't talk no for an ans. its not that i dun hav one then he insist nvm lah, but i hav one n within the same cpy, wat the hell is he thinking, so wat good looks, no brain loh... okok dun be mean, n i wasnt. i responded nicely til he gave up... irritating!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112791645564962220?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112791645564962220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112791645564962220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112791645564962220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112791645564962220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-with-my-excursion-trip-to-spore.html' title='The one with my excursion trip to spore river... '/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112774966425044724</id><published>2005-09-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:47:44.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with a long long day....</title><content type='html'>im so so tired today... &lt;br /&gt;Got SA2 Oral exams for the kids then photoshoot for the sch idol and then to work n then to practicing of the idol contest... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really drained.... sigh... came home to an empty space though... sigh... not complaining lah but well...&lt;br /&gt;i do feel lonely at time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday got to go FF for the first time with al, kel n luke, for BC... its really fun to work out with them but stressful lah... haha hav to rush, still prefer cali though... feels like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch "Bro Grimms" again story good, but acting n actors suck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today during oral, i was so so tired i couldnt really concentrate, kept dozing off.... ya ya ya i knw its bad, its bad, i felt so gulity n i dun want them to fail... although its not my class, i try to be more lenient then... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;health wise i feel i m not really in tiptop shape, i think i overworked myself... n tml is my new n last term in my business degree... cant wait haha... yah rite... i so wish for more break... i do need a break soon... end of the yr i hope... okok gotto go sleep now... continue tml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112774966425044724?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112774966425044724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112774966425044724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112774966425044724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112774966425044724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-with-long-long-day.html' title='The one with a long long day....'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112731832510438307</id><published>2005-09-21T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:58:46.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where i finished my exams... yippy....</title><content type='html'>Yahoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished.... finally now only left one more term to go... MPP... dunno wats that... MP my ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn loh, next week start the next term liao... no time to rest also... stupid!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next task... the coming children day item which i hav to over look... all levels competing in the Idol contest... its a grp event so hav to coordinate them well... playing my fav song frm m fav show all time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS ---- I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope its a success, as its not easy, teaching them singing, playing the instruments n coordinating all today while i have to concentrate on my part as well... sigh...  the bloody principal better let me win... as the rest of the teachers r breathing down my neck... pressure n more stress... i havent write out my parts yet... n its so late now...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe, its almost two weeks n mummy's coming back frm china soon... i miss her so so much... she sms me that day saying how tired she was... i m so worried... i better clean up the house properly before she gets back... ironing, mopping, vacuuming, washing.... woah!!!&lt;br /&gt;who wants to help me... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok going to shower now n sleep til tml.... i shall return... whahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;i must be abit siao today... i miss watching all the movies almost... so many movies came out n havent got time to watch... who wants to date me ah!!! oh gosh i must be overly desperate... haha... havent done it for ages loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok enough info!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112731832510438307?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112731832510438307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112731832510438307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112731832510438307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112731832510438307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-where-i-finished-my-exams-yippy.html' title='The one where i finished my exams... yippy....'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112714782292190197</id><published>2005-09-20T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:37:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my Leadership, innovation &amp; change paper... </title><content type='html'>Die lah... die lah... die lah...&lt;br /&gt;mati lah... mati lah... mati lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether can pass my paper... damn freakinn irritating hard loh... oh my gosh... sigh ya.... i hope i pass if not i hav to waste another semster stuck in that sch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die lah... die lah... die lah...&lt;br /&gt;mati lah... mati lah... mati lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is OB, a simplier n easier paper, i hope do much better in that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait til its over...sigh ya....&lt;br /&gt;going back to study now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die lah... die lah... die lah...&lt;br /&gt;mati lah... mati lah... mati lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112714782292190197?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112714782292190197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112714782292190197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112714782292190197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112714782292190197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-with-my-leadership-innovation.html' title='The one with my Leadership, innovation &amp; change paper... '/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112706534007796342</id><published>2005-09-19T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:42:20.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my home cooked dinner... </title><content type='html'>its mooncake festival today and i m not out but cooked up at home whole day studying... &lt;br /&gt;then i realise i hav no money on me to go down to buy dinner, n i m lazy to go out to withdraw money so i ended up cooking dinner for myself since i found fish n chicken in the freezer, heinz beans n chinese saugages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i m not so good in cooking, i decided to chop the fish n chicken separately into chunks and use the base of the heinz beans as sauces and cook them separately and adding more chilli sauce to make the sauce more n thicker... puking already rite... well i m...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while cooking that, i chopped the chinese saugages into chunks n boiled it with rice.... thats the only dish thats decent n nice enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after everything is done, i sat down n started munching on the fish n.... YUCK!!! i didnt knw it taste so bad, but i ate it anyway, i had no choice, the chicken taste as bad but i cant just be eating rice so i just basically swallowed everything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap thats how i spend my fav festival alone... studying... eating by myself... it was fun though dun get me wrong... but i still prefer something else... &lt;br /&gt;i missed my friends... &lt;br /&gt;cant wait till its over... &lt;br /&gt;okok going back to study lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEADERSHIP, INNOVATION and CHANGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shitty subject this is!!! &lt;br /&gt;Damn difficult to understand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112706534007796342?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112706534007796342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112706534007796342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112706534007796342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112706534007796342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-with-my-home-cooked-dinner.html' title='The one with my home cooked dinner... '/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112704387532872381</id><published>2005-09-18T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:44:35.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my mooncake...</title><content type='html'>Its the mooncake festival tonite... &lt;br /&gt;i was suppose to be one of my fav bcos i love mooncakes... &lt;br /&gt;its my only indulgence... to fattening stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got to study for my exam tml... 14 chapters in total n its been tough bcos of other factors involved...&lt;br /&gt;i have spent half the time reading blogs n journals n its all wrong... in the end, i m stll so far behind... n in the end, after reading, i felt even more worst then ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mox to support Barry's fashion last nite n i was really amazed of how much he had came thru... all these yrs of hard work... i m so impress n proud of him actually... GOOD JOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, a little flew to me n told me abt some info abt someone who recently hurt me so badly... apparently, when he was doing the same mistake as i did when we were together n he stil made me feel so gultiy, i mean i m still wrong no matter wat, but i always knew that there was someone who was with him... n it was true, they showed up to a party, dressing the same, feeding each other n his partner on his blog calling him 'my hubby' i mean, wat else can it be wrong, the fact that he called me a few days ago still telling how disappted he is with me n why did i do that to him n stuff... i was so so heart broken to knw abt this... the other thing is the other person who told me how special i was to him n blah blah blah, is now attached less than a month... in the end, i felt like a fool who was being played...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m so disappted with such info n although i dunno how much of it is true, but i hav heard enough... i dun need this anymore... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some day my prince will come,&lt;br /&gt;don't know when,&lt;br /&gt;don't know how,&lt;br /&gt;have faith in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;have trust in him,&lt;br /&gt;that one day he will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112704387532872381?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112704387532872381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112704387532872381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112704387532872381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112704387532872381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-with-my-mooncake.html' title='The one with my mooncake...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112703503518798501</id><published>2005-09-18T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:17:16.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with mummy's trip... </title><content type='html'>Yap, mum's packing for her business trip to HK/ China for 2 long weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... i will be all alone in the empty house... some may b overjoyed for such freedom but as for me, i prefer some cpy at times... dun get me wrong, i like being alone... i m actually alittle excited... its like living alone for the first time, cooking n cleaning everything by myself, i finally can clean the whole damn place n there will absolutely no one to touch or misplace anything... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m a clean freak n a perfectionist... ask my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do hope i got the time bcos my exams is a week away n i m no way near finishing at all... i dunno why i hav no confidence in this one... just another term n i will graduate... cant wait actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the whole place to myself is one thing but certain recent events made me alittle not wanting to be alone rite now... esp at nite... erm... not only bcos of feeling lonely but its abt more than that... i shall not stress more bcos i dun wanna be reminded wat happened one nite... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sch holi has ended n tml is the 1st day of term 4... i hope i hav time to concentrate on them n my studies... no time to think of anything else rite now... wat happened has happened... i hav to think ahead n move on i guess... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to grad n work my way up this cruel world... i m confident i can do it... just watch me!!! okok to all my friends... if anyone wants to stay over, feel free to ask... i dun mind cpy, just that u need to wake extra early though if u dun mind... anyway goodnite now... its late... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112703503518798501?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112703503518798501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112703503518798501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112703503518798501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112703503518798501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-with-mummys-trip.html' title='The one with mummy&apos;s trip... '/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112590545530678924</id><published>2005-09-05T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:30:55.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my 1 week break...</title><content type='html'>its the first day of a 1 week break... &lt;br /&gt;dunno wat i wanted to do actually, one thing for sure is to study for my exams on 19 n 20 sep. two tough subjects... sigh... i hope i will pass them both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, my heart is still bleeding... its been like 3weeks now...i still m not well... esp when i got new info yesterday from 2 friends... it seems that he was abit insensitive by telling his friend how dramatic i was towards him n the other told me he told my friend abt us... i mean, i do not expect him to cover anything i hav done, i hav done wrong n i m ready to own up... its just that he told me he wouldnt go tell anyone but he went to tell ian even though he is not close with him... i find that simply insensitive to my feelings... if u cant keep it, dun just tell me... i shd hav knw anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing he would talk to me is how he wanted to talk to me abt financial planning n nothing else, if i wld to mention some other things like one nite, he would threaten to hang up on me if i wouldnt stop... i guess i m just one of his many many admirers now whom he wont target to sell his products... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knw i shdnt be writing this but all these really hurts me alot... i really like to move on but my heart n my feelings tell me otherwise...y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finish watching an emotional episode of Boston Public, it was really touching n sad... ppl who knw me knws i m an emotional fool... i cant help it... its part of who i m... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knw i m no saint, i make mistake, i dun expect someone perfect, i wont make anymore excuses, i just wish that someday, someone wil accept the way i m n build a beautiful story together with me... someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112590545530678924?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112590545530678924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112590545530678924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112590545530678924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112590545530678924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-with-my-1-week-break.html' title='The one with my 1 week break...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112529444174206884</id><published>2005-08-29T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:07:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with teacher's day....</title><content type='html'>Its more than a week since we parted... &lt;br /&gt;All the details of wat happen is still stucked, swimming in my head...&lt;br /&gt;How is he?&lt;br /&gt;Did he close any deals?&lt;br /&gt;Why is he avoiding me?&lt;br /&gt;So many questions but no one could ever ans to me...&lt;br /&gt;The thing that kills me is when i sms him or call him, he would always say he is bz or he nv reply... How fuck up can he be!!! Talking abt it makes me boil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever stoop this low n never ever let someone torture me like these... is he finding satisfaction in doing this to me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its teacher's day celebration today in sch n it was actually quite boring...&lt;br /&gt;The dance by students r... erm... how to say... ok lah...&lt;br /&gt;At least they tried n that i admire... &lt;br /&gt;My kids gave me cards, sweets, flowers, they are so so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;i love them to death... sadly the year end is coming n soon i got to leave them... sigh... i will nv forget abt this experience i hav with them... &lt;br /&gt;rite now, they r the only reasons why i go to work...&lt;br /&gt;they brighten my day when i m down... they play with me with i m lonely... &lt;br /&gt;i appreciate each and everyone of them even if they r the noti ones...&lt;br /&gt;But during this dark times, they dun seem to be working much anymore...&lt;br /&gt;didnt realise that incident impact me so much so that it strike me to the core... i wonder how long i can handle this... i pray for a miracle n something angelic to safe me from this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things seems to leave me n bad things tend to linger ard to kill me slowly...&lt;br /&gt;when will i be able to move on... when will i be able to find that someone who will love n take care of me... guess i have to wait... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112529444174206884?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112529444174206884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112529444174206884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112529444174206884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112529444174206884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-with-teachers-day.html' title='The one with teacher&apos;s day....'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112478425124905702</id><published>2005-08-23T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T16:04:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the morning after...</title><content type='html'>This morning i receive a sms saying "good morning and hope u had a good nite rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so good to hear from him but... sigh... wat can i say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;Sad... most probably....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many promises all dwn the drain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept blaming myself... i didnt forgive myself...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to forgive myself...&lt;br /&gt;my emotion is still very shaky...&lt;br /&gt;im trying to get my energy back even though i dun really want to...&lt;br /&gt;i remember wat his friend showed me, his good friend committed suicide last yr and b4 he jumped, wrote a goodbye note on LiveJournal which is still operating till now...&lt;br /&gt;wat im trying to say is that maybe at the back of my mind, i may think abt doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat i m doing now just... i cant seem to forget abt him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112478425124905702?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112478425124905702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112478425124905702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112478425124905702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112478425124905702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-with-morning-after.html' title='The one with the morning after...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112477379539321660</id><published>2005-08-23T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T13:09:55.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my most honest confession...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made one of the most stupid n dumbest mistake of my life... &lt;br /&gt;But till now i still dunno which mistake is worst, &lt;br /&gt;1) telling the truth?&lt;br /&gt;2) hide it forever?&lt;br /&gt;3) never start it at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course is 3 but if its too late, which would u choose?&lt;br /&gt;For me, i wanted to be truthful but now to think of it, i really regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;i saw seeing someone geniue and caring, seems like to perfect match, &lt;br /&gt;i cant keep my eyes off him n always m sad when he had to leave for home...&lt;br /&gt;but i was greedy, his friend came flirting with me n i was tempted, i went for it,&lt;br /&gt;before long, i was dating 2 person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try making a decision but i cant, i dunno how to choose... &lt;br /&gt;16 days later, i made my mind n wanted to be honest with the original one bcos i realise i started to love him...&lt;br /&gt;i thot in starting a r/s, u wld want to come clean with ur partner abt wat u did n hope that he understand...&lt;br /&gt;I thot wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he explain to me several ways that i could have handled it better...&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;1) tell him in day one&lt;br /&gt;2) tell him after first time i slept with him n not after 3 times&lt;br /&gt;3) if we were already in a r/s he would hav given me a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit now to the whole world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m wrong, &lt;br /&gt;i dun deserve any pity frm anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m in no position to ask for any chance or forgiveness but still, the truth is, my intention is still honest n true, &lt;br /&gt;i wanted him to knw b4 i want to go further but to him, he claim he has to squeeze info from me n that i&lt;br /&gt;never had wanted to... &lt;br /&gt;only those friends who knew abt this would knw my intention is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been sleeping n eating bcos i couldnt believe myself to commit such horrific sin, TRUST... i broke it&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to punish myself for being so greedy n selfish... i got myself to blame n now its too late to cry over&lt;br /&gt;spill milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i knw what the outcome is most probably like, i still carry some hope that miracles could happen so i went to beg for forgiveness &lt;br /&gt;n mayb another chance... it went on well but soon certain factor kept interrupting n i guess mayb this is destiny, we r not meant to be as &lt;br /&gt;i was getting thru to him n other things must interupt us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit defeat n as i was walking ard his area maybe trying to get a glimsp of him, i kept thinking n blasting to my mp3 listening to Wen Lan's &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday and Guang Liang's Tong Hua, tears turn to waterfall, i just couldnt stop n kept walking on thruout the nite, &lt;br /&gt;dera was so so nice, she offered so much help but he was pretty rude to her...&lt;br /&gt;Mum started to worry n talked to him also but he was also really rude to her, i was so pissed bcos he can do anything to me never &lt;br /&gt;disrespect my mum... if even my mum ask him over sms some advice n help, he even refuse to ans her call when she called again for &lt;br /&gt;his address so my sis can go pick me up...&lt;br /&gt;My sis, i was so surprise to hear from her, we nv talked but she came driving her bf's car to bukit panjang to look for me even though&lt;br /&gt;she dunno where i was, i was really touch, she told me she went thru exactly n although her bf accepted her back, she live thru hell n &lt;br /&gt;humilation n told me its not worth it... &lt;br /&gt;at a certain time, i stil thot mayb i deserve it just as long as i got to be with him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the nite went on n as my leg took me, further... i just felt like jumping in front of the vehicles along the road to stop my pain... &lt;br /&gt;i want it to stop... just stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112477379539321660?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112477379539321660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112477379539321660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112477379539321660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112477379539321660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-with-my-most-honest-confession.html' title='The one with my most honest confession...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112425264199872419</id><published>2005-08-17T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T12:24:02.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my little break...</title><content type='html'>Ah yo yo!!!&lt;br /&gt;i need to discipline myself more loh, havent been updating... so bad of me... :(&lt;br /&gt;okok first one piece of bad bad news...&lt;br /&gt;MY CATERPILLAR DIED before it turned into a butterfly... &lt;br /&gt;i m so sad bcos i really took so good care of it, making sure the food is fresh, n the home is clean from crap!!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh... dunno wat i did... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way, finally got a little break from sch... No sch tml n fri... yippy.&lt;br /&gt;Can sleep late for a two days... so tired n draining lately with lots of things which somehow created by me.... thank u...&lt;br /&gt;all i can say to myself is "told u so" if only i m not so itchy things wouldnt be so complicated... sigh... &lt;br /&gt;hope i made the rite choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the CA2 next week, i did my best to prepare them... &lt;br /&gt;hope they hav at least absorbed something in their tiny brain... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i helped dera with beading n it is so cool... i wanna do something on my own as well when i m having my holidays.... &lt;br /&gt;can't wait... hehe.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my last presentation for my entire course the other day n i m glad that it went almost perfect i guess... &lt;br /&gt;i thot we did well n the lecturer was actually impress on the research we did on FedEx, well we will know when we finished everything n got our result, &lt;br /&gt;i had another MCQ test yesterday n sigh... i couldnt really concentrate due to certain circumstances, meanwhile, all the rest of the ppl sitting together were like copying each other &lt;br /&gt;while i was alone in a row trying my best to do it, at least i knw at the end, i did my best to get my grades and not from other dishonest means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i really that difficult to be with, i thot i was understanding and careful with my words, i dun speak carelessly n end up offending or hurting someone important, i was pretty hurt yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and i found out in the end, it was a big misunderstanding n i felt i was in the wrong... AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult to choose... i hate that. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i pray for a sign to help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112425264199872419?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112425264199872419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112425264199872419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112425264199872419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112425264199872419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-with-my-little-break.html' title='The one with my little break...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-112343079842772642</id><published>2005-08-08T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:14:15.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my pet caterpillar...</title><content type='html'>Sigh... damn bz loh, no time for entry at all... Since its like NDP eve tml thot i do a quick up date on wat happened to me so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok the most interesting thing that happened to me last few mths should be my pet caterpillar which i got it on friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All teachers are suppose to take care of it and let it change into a butterfly... I am so excited although its abit disgusting but i still love it, change out the pics in my fridae profile at jonlibra. It is cute... i feed it special leaves everyday and cleaned its crap... And finally today, it curled up into a bundle (i thot it was dead)... i guess its in the pupa stage now... which to my surprise is very fast, i thot it will start as a caterpillar abit longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it spins its cocoon, i can only wait for my little butterfly to bloom...&lt;br /&gt;I havent name my pet yet.... i think i will call it Yuki!!! hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i havin bad bad flu and fever after a long long day in the sun in sentosa... Serve me rite...!!! im so burnt now... got to rush home after sch tml to finish my assignment due at nite... Wargh!!!! So irritating... i hate being sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immune system is so weak recently... sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite nite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-112343079842772642?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/112343079842772642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=112343079842772642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112343079842772642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/112343079842772642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-with-my-pet-caterpillar.html' title='The one with my pet caterpillar...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-111993632075393570</id><published>2005-06-28T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:25:20.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with BACK TO SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Its sch again for me... &lt;br /&gt;Everything is on again... my studies, schs, work... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;another bz terms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didnt helped at all with the some of the recent events that happened in my life... The horoscope was saying that there will be some ppl leaving in my life... Didnt really expected that he would be the one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been havin communication breakdwn but i nv like giving up on things just like that n i m a persistent person... but he couldnt stand up to his end of the bargain n he chose to go the easy way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing him for 7mths... it came to a disturbing end... &lt;br /&gt;i didnt even get to see him one last time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, i really loved him... i didnt realise how much he meant to me, as i was trying hard to control the pace n making sure that it wont progress too fast... as many say that we shdnt rush... so i took 7mths... but wat is fast or slow? does fast means that cannot take 1 week to be in a r/s or its 1 mth... &lt;br /&gt;The fact is, we cant really judge wats fast n wats slow... to me at least... i cant go up to my friends n tell them to slow things dwn anymore as there is no guarantee that the r/s will work out if u take a yr or a mth of dating... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have suppress my feelings for Levan, now he has called it quit n i m left being regrettful... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that this is just another life experience, although it hurts terribly to not have him ard anymore, life still goes on... i still need to work n live... i still have friends n family... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we fall?&lt;br /&gt;So that we will learn how to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get up, and i will find someone... &lt;br /&gt;Levan will always have a special place in my heart but i will not be sad anymore, i must learn to get up again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say thank you to all my special friends who had helped me thru these time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-111993632075393570?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/111993632075393570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=111993632075393570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/111993632075393570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/111993632075393570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-with-back-to-school.html' title='The one with BACK TO SCHOOL'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-111798936194009687</id><published>2005-06-06T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:36:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with ZEN......</title><content type='html'>Ya baby!!! Got meself a Zen Neeon... &lt;br /&gt;Damn cool loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it, was suppose to buy a External Hard Disc, I ended up buying something totally different but... Gosh!!! I love it so so much... by the way thanks DERA for accpying me n "thanks" Kel for being there "spiritually" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got meself a MP3 player "again"!!! Why i say again is bcos my last one was stolen by some BASTARD at the gym!!! NOT a BITCH mind u!!! A BASTARD!! i hope u rot in hell with mine MP3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my tooth is still killing me... Its already the 4th day n i m still counting.. I dunno why is it taking so long to heal... Dun expect me to shut up and not talk at all... I mean come on... Me... not talking??? Yah rite!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spent the day at home... whole afternoon... Thanks to DERA!!! Her PC crash on her so since she accpy me, i cldnt say no to her when she needed to use mine... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nite, went to watch "CURSE"... sigh... disappting leh... it like watching SCREAM 1 where the boyfriend was acting like the victim but in the end he is the mastermind... BORING!!! I guess Wes cldnt think of anything fresh yah... The actor Jess was a treat n cant belief he acted as a gay in the movie... damn cute loh... too bad he's spin off from Gilmore Girls didnt work for him... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok late liao n better rest my tooth... &lt;br /&gt;Goodnite all and now to enjoy my............ ZEN Neeon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-111798936194009687?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/111798936194009687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=111798936194009687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/111798936194009687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/111798936194009687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-with-zen.html' title='The one with ZEN......'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306211.post-111769390783469093</id><published>2005-06-02T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:31:47.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with my tooth...</title><content type='html'>i just went to extract my wisdom tooth today... gosh.. its so so so uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not painful as it is still numb but, the blood is the one getting me sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept spitting blood.. lots of blood out... gosh... i hope the pain wont kill me... luckily the pain killers are working still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... cannot go out also n somemore today, kel and allan meeting for dinner n cannot go... n also the PC show is on n i really want to get something. hope i feel better tml... it would so great to go morning where no one is ard n shop watever i want with no crowd ard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306211-111769390783469093?l=jonlibra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/feeds/111769390783469093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9306211&amp;postID=111769390783469093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/111769390783469093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306211/posts/default/111769390783469093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonlibra.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-with-my-tooth.html' title='The one with my tooth...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12523588965533328207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/jonlibra/Australia%2006/P1020115.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
