<?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-2584217320154756962</id><updated>2011-11-03T01:35:23.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Then Read.</title><subtitle type='html'>After shut up. :D Kidding.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5130979664956482818</id><published>2011-01-29T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:11:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandung</title><content type='html'>Was at Bandung, Indonesia earlier this Jan, before school started. Anyways, am on break again. :D Happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can say that I've been to Indonesia! :D I went with Yen Yin and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yun&lt;/span&gt; Er, our friend, Letitia is from Bandung and we stayed with her for a week. :D I definitely had a great time, even though I had diarrhea towards the end of the trip. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567631307417194402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TUQzLO7yD6I/AAAAAAAAA_w/BNviNi8zm-Y/s320/IMGP2253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I felt was really interesting about Indonesia was that, it felt like a combination of Bangsar in M'sia, China and according to Er, Thailand as well. I suppose it's like most third world countries. The developed areas look great and the not so developed areas, not that great. :D I hated the roads, small, bumpy, full of potholes and filled with traffic. Only when I got there I realized that our M'sian roads are really good. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, we met Tia's family, including her grandparents. Her paternal grandmother is a doctor, still practicing and is about 80 years old. I am not joking... Also, Indonesians tend to have home businesses like Tia's grandparents. The sign below is the usual home business sign at her grandparent's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567631324377041810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TUQzMOHUy5I/AAAAAAAABAI/u6oKYy95310/s320/IMGP2263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right, Er, YY, Me, Grandpa, Grandma and Tia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567631315823076578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TUQzLuP5pOI/AAAAAAAABAA/-xZwGqRqjB8/s320/IMGP2262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia is famous for their volcanoes, mountains and the eruptions too. :D I forgot the name of this mountain. Upside Down Boat Mountain (literal translation). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567633401718456722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TUQ1FI0HQZI/AAAAAAAABAg/ZJi_rlmJ99M/s320/IMGP2330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to get a different view. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567627615968660114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TUQv0XN3ipI/AAAAAAAAA_o/RcyiA7xpPPA/s320/167354_490319069885_769844885_5729613_4086167_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then take pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567627609743112994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TUQv0ABlOyI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/xiLbBgFg7z0/s320/162956_490725924885_769844885_5735096_134126_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the touristy stuff the Indonesians were selling, hats and slippers made from RABBIT fur. YY almost died, she thought of the cute animals when we ate rabbit satay too. Hahah. Well, they tasted good. :D I felt the lion hats were rather ironic and crazy cute at the same time. Tempted to buy one of these stupid touristy nonsense. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567633406614249650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TUQ1FbDXILI/AAAAAAAABAo/GgjIgeY5gow/s320/IMGP2344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to listen to some traditional music. Tia's cousin Christy brought us. I enjoyed myself thoroughly as not only were we audiences but we got the chance to play some music. We played the kiddy ones though. I can't recall the name of these instruments, but I reckon it's Angklung. Yeah... I think we have these in M'sia too. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, one of the songs they played was Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. I was really pleased. LOVE QUEEN!! :D Dunno how they did it, but they did, and it's was not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567633415454585314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TUQ1F7_D8eI/AAAAAAAABAw/Kr054mCtfLk/s320/IMGP2358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian food is pretty much the same as ours. Except they have this. It's called Pisang Keju. Wow, diabetes comes with this. It's banana, fried, covered with cheese, chocolate rice and sweet condensed milk. It's craszy good, crazy fat and crazy sweet. Eat this once a day, die la in a month. SO SO SO SWEET!!! But it tastes good. AHAHHA Tia, Er and I are planning to make these and sell them in M'sia. We haven't started anything, cause, we don't know where to get the banana. :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567633392961734658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TUQ1EoMWSAI/AAAAAAAABAY/GlO5nSLJ8yY/s320/IMGP2295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; These are Kuih Nenen. Nice and crisp at the side and soft in the middle. Not too sweet but still good. Tia got embarassed when I asked what was the name, I asked her 3 times. HAHAHA Then, I asked for the translation. ONLY THEN I GOT IT!! AHAHHAA &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567631327043199714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TUQzMYC_IuI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Orfey9TifGs/s320/IMGP2281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Happy Chinese New Year! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lotsa Lurve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;br /&gt;&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/2584217320154756962-5130979664956482818?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5130979664956482818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5130979664956482818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5130979664956482818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5130979664956482818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/bandung.html' title='Bandung'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TUQzLO7yD6I/AAAAAAAAA_w/BNviNi8zm-Y/s72-c/IMGP2253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-2197823169751832345</id><published>2010-10-05T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:26:38.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the beaten track.</title><content type='html'>I've been busy cleaning out my room. Yes, it feels like forever. I haven't finished... ahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna be real busy cause orientation is this Thursday. Weee..... not. At least, not yet. I'm just sad that my hols are ending. Aih... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'll show you some pictures from ages ago. It was a Sunday School trip to FRIM. :D Nice place to go for fresh air and lotsa greens.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524580292486981778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TKtAgWrPaJI/AAAAAAAAA_E/QM7_lfInXV8/s320/IMGP1674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group Picha!! Uncle Alex and Evin are taking pictures of us. SMILES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524580278411293234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TKtAfiPVcjI/AAAAAAAAA-8/mEzHbm7r_4g/s320/IMGP1690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our guide's name is Abang K. So easy to say, even the kids could say it. One kid even called him Bang Bang K. hahaha. I had a good laugh when he said it. I'm talking bout the one in yellow looking at him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524580274614505922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TKtAfUGHEcI/AAAAAAAAA-0/1loFtIxLR_g/s320/IMGP1704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These trees are really cool. Apparently this type of view from the ground can be seen only here and in Indonesia. So that was really nice. :DD But really, the view itself is awesome! :D&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524578276704118066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TKs-rBTJ5TI/AAAAAAAAA-c/2mT7l_rhVyo/s320/IMGP1742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went on a canopy walk. The way getting up was a nightmare to some. :D I fit. No la. I fitter than the not-so-fit people and was first among the adults but 4th maybe to the little rascals. Went up with Luke first on the canopy with three other kids. A shot of the people before going onto the canopy walkway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524578271550281938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TKs-quGYmNI/AAAAAAAAA-U/E1nAG-ADphY/s320/IMGP1756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan and I. She was a little scared but she did it. What scared her the most was the walkway and the height. The walkway shakes a bit. hbahaha. She was awesome and finished it. She was looking down all the way.... hahahhah. She smiled for this picture though. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524578267632137906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TKs-qfgOdrI/AAAAAAAAA-M/am7J-B7IkOY/s320/IMGP1767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very nice piture of Luke. And his IDAHO shirt. hahhahaha. This was the end already.&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524578248767651218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TKs-pZOlPZI/AAAAAAAAA98/ywiRKkK3Bwk/s320/IMGP1798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all that drama, apparently one kid puked, another cried, and loads of running after little kids, we had one fantastic picnic near the waterfall area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was so tired afterwards, I just stoned at home. That night, I think I slept really well. ahhahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&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/2584217320154756962-2197823169751832345?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2197823169751832345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=2197823169751832345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2197823169751832345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2197823169751832345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/off-beaten-track.html' title='Off the beaten track.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/TKtAgWrPaJI/AAAAAAAAA_E/QM7_lfInXV8/s72-c/IMGP1674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-7721759731874806802</id><published>2010-09-03T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:59:12.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIZZA!!</title><content type='html'>I made some today. Thin crust, delicious. :D Cheesy... Mmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take pictures but, camera batt died. hahahha. Well, next time la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the dough I made could churn out 5 pieces of personal pan sized pizzas. They were really good. All finished of course!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to take pictures next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-7721759731874806802?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7721759731874806802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=7721759731874806802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7721759731874806802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7721759731874806802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/pizza.html' title='PIZZA!!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5543380073593571947</id><published>2010-08-31T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:51:04.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope</title><content type='html'>Teacup is still alive. Kitties die from all sorts of crap all the time. I miss Teacup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, Teacup isn't mine anymore. I should stop missing it. He was just so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih... Here are some pics from my trip to Penang with Yen Yin and Titia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511241080478740034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvckBl5rkI/AAAAAAAAA9k/LCGW_fei3E4/s320/IMGP1527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Kek Lok Si, tons of fishies underneath. We fed them too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511241072095548498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvcjiXMVFI/AAAAAAAAA9c/J67Wz7adOlk/s320/IMGP1505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun. Nice? hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511241064465770690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvcjF8HKMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/eUY1DRw7Fvo/s320/IMGP1338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the swimming pool. Hair too long, but is a cool picture regardless! ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511241057097867570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvciqfd4TI/AAAAAAAAA9M/shREAOd2HwM/s320/IMGP1268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also were at the beach. Chance for them to Cam-whore. I obviously joined them. :D This is one of my favs. WE took so many pics, the camera's memory was actually full to the point where I had to change the size of the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511241048630240818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvciK8oJjI/AAAAAAAAA9E/kSx5Ixzi4fY/s320/IMGP1218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511238769152104962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvadfOsGgI/AAAAAAAAA88/MfPGmdH7CKI/s320/IMGP1215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We jump by the waters. We make sandcastles (too ugly to show). I write name in the sand. Bliss by the beach. :D Don't forget, we take pictures too. Plus, make aeroplanes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511238748228678866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvacRSJ9NI/AAAAAAAAA80/dRQCBso67SA/s320/IMGP1196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511238741774661618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvab5PZd_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/h6IOZequ_jQ/s320/IMGP1190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511238730985771138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvabRDIEII/AAAAAAAAA8k/eZsKD-_Koug/s320/IMGP1114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice beach dress? RM25 ony from Sungai Wang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511238723244433714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvaa0NcoTI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Oya4TMAs5lY/s320/IMGP1071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was the Hungry Ghost Month, outside our hotel was the traditional chinese theatre where the actors use high pitch tones to sing and have sing-song conversations. :D I didn't understand a single thing. We were lucky enough to catch it. They only had one show in the time we stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511241761311630834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvdLp5HJfI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Hss4tQZ8J5k/s320/IMGP1620.JPG" /&gt; The shiny face tells you that I've been busy walking the whole day. We went to Kek Lok Si and Forst Cornwallis in the same day. That's a whole lotta walking. We took a midnight train home, left at 11p.m. and arrived the next day, 6a.m. Dead tired when I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed and pillow was surprisingly comfortable! I slept all through the night. Titia and Yen Yin weren't as lucky. They woke up several times apparently. However, if you're taller than me, you prob can't stetch the full length of your legs. My feet was parallel against the wall when I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was really fun all in all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy this hols. Busy enjoying myself that I just realized times flies. I've about a month left. And it feels so short. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-5543380073593571947?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5543380073593571947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5543380073593571947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5543380073593571947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5543380073593571947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hope.html' title='I hope'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THvckBl5rkI/AAAAAAAAA9k/LCGW_fei3E4/s72-c/IMGP1527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-8357541622132606839</id><published>2010-08-29T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:15:03.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the new layout?</title><content type='html'>I know I do! :DDD &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to update my blog. Sem break started couple weeks back and I'm hanging around FULL TIME!! hahahah. Lemme know if you wanna Jalan-jalan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my hols started till now, I've been busy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latest? A little kitty I call Teacup. :DD He's so small and cute. I think it's a he btw. hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found him outside my house in the "jungle". Anyways, I wanted to keep it desperately, but cause it's too small I didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510817457383565826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THpbR6leagI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Xbz88tZlfb4/s320/IMGP1803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To feed this fella, you'd need a bottle, cat milk formula and stuff like that. Don't forget vaccinations and visits to the vet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510817453506367522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THpbRsJFECI/AAAAAAAAA8M/1-gBU2gT7R4/s320/IMGP1802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave Teacup to my neighbours. He's so cute. I felt so sad giving Teacup away, but at least I get to see him running around, he gets a good home and more importantly food. hahahha My neighbour is two doors away. :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510817442292866594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THpbRCXkniI/AAAAAAAAA8E/w71JyQpWjIA/s320/IMGP1801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll miss his mewing whenever he sees me. :D HE'S SO CUTE!!! In little Agnes' words, "It's so fluffy I'm gonna DIE!!" Teacup was fluffy giler. Agnes would die!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&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/2584217320154756962-8357541622132606839?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8357541622132606839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=8357541622132606839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/8357541622132606839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/8357541622132606839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-new-layout.html' title='Like the new layout?'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/THpbR6leagI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Xbz88tZlfb4/s72-c/IMGP1803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-6628347927377077839</id><published>2010-07-12T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:07:38.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>not getting enough sleep. Other than that, I can't wait for BREAK!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 4 to 5 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, if there are still ppl reading my blog, just wanna let you know that I am selling designer chocolates for Stats class. All profits go to some orphanage somewhere. I don't know which though. SO it's for a good cause. The chocolates have been ordered and we're just waiting for it. It's RM 3 each, and it has four flavours, mint, milk, milk and dark and dark. :D Buy K???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I want to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 605px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/despicableme_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-6628347927377077839?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6628347927377077839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=6628347927377077839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6628347927377077839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6628347927377077839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1948352851157756167</id><published>2010-04-28T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:49:04.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>So, my break is coming to an end. I am not happy bout it but there's nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Damai Laut. Fantastic place, full of seafood, bit old school, very kampung-like, worth going to, for the beach is awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics to show you what you're missing. :D&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hHCrDb4sI/AAAAAAAAA7k/fq6Ijd7XVRU/s1600/IMGP0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465196259056542402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hHCrDb4sI/AAAAAAAAA7k/fq6Ijd7XVRU/s320/IMGP0944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we arrived at about 4 or 5. We later went to the lobby area for our welcome drinks. Took this pic at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hHCBzVSXI/AAAAAAAAA7c/7WMYD2mZDak/s1600/IMGP0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465196247983147378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hHCBzVSXI/AAAAAAAAA7c/7WMYD2mZDak/s320/IMGP0962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the pool. :D, lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465196231411552290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hHBEEW0CI/AAAAAAAAA7M/tBjhQJ37fqY/s320/IMGP0955.JPG" /&gt;While I was lazing around, my mother spotted a raptor. It's a bird, just in cases. :D Very grand creature, circling above us. Later another one appeared. They just soar, like riding on the wind, and have no need to flap their wings. Very smooth. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hHBv4LPgI/AAAAAAAAA7U/mVpG0h9qh6A/s1600/IMGP0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465196243171622402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hHBv4LPgI/AAAAAAAAA7U/mVpG0h9qh6A/s320/IMGP0977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For breakfast, there's of course your nasi lemak, porridge, but none of those can compare to this baby. :D This is known to me as pain au chocolat. Say it like phan o schocola. :D Chocolate bread. Delicious, sweet, chocolatey, soft. Good. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hGIUqlspI/AAAAAAAAA7E/j8PPfEDqBFc/s1600/IMGP0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465195256614335122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hGIUqlspI/AAAAAAAAA7E/j8PPfEDqBFc/s320/IMGP0964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's another pic of what is across the sea from us. Pangkor Island. :D You can take a boat across for the day if I'm correct. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hGH55EnQI/AAAAAAAAA68/MVJlKE-XcBo/s1600/IMGP0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465195249427324162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hGH55EnQI/AAAAAAAAA68/MVJlKE-XcBo/s320/IMGP0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the second day, sat under one of these wooden big umbrellas and enjoyed the sea breeze as well as the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hGHXMh8sI/AAAAAAAAA60/_OaBQ1LbNz8/s1600/IMGP0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465195240113697474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hGHXMh8sI/AAAAAAAAA60/_OaBQ1LbNz8/s320/IMGP0971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's what one of those things look like. Sat there waiting for the sun to set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hGG3hvdKI/AAAAAAAAA6s/7nYnsyg_aqc/s1600/IMGP0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465195231612728482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hGG3hvdKI/AAAAAAAAA6s/7nYnsyg_aqc/s320/IMGP0975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hGGd8rb2I/AAAAAAAAA6k/XW75gwX0p_A/s1600/IMGP0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465195224746389346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hGGd8rb2I/AAAAAAAAA6k/XW75gwX0p_A/s320/IMGP0976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clouds came and blocked the sun. :(, but the breeze was so good, we didn't want to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahha, we left eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I had fun. Soon, it'll be time to go back to school and it all starts all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until my next break, I prob won't update. When my next break comes, I might want to get a part time job or laze full time. Depends. :D&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:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;br /&gt;&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/2584217320154756962-1948352851157756167?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1948352851157756167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1948352851157756167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1948352851157756167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1948352851157756167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S9hHCrDb4sI/AAAAAAAAA7k/fq6Ijd7XVRU/s72-c/IMGP0944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5082631623114299671</id><published>2010-04-20T23:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T01:52:42.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last updated. Been really busy with my 2nd sem. Anyways, I'm on break. :DDDD If you're still reading, read this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my finals on Friday. So we (Me, Yen Yin and Letitia) went up to Cameron Highlands on Saturday morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83iHebi5VI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uLvgeuqbvUU/s1600/24336_1197014180491_1682605971_401462_4552498_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462270541125838162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83iHebi5VI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uLvgeuqbvUU/s320/24336_1197014180491_1682605971_401462_4552498_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Letitia's awesome pic of me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462270243733190098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83h2KjnNdI/AAAAAAAAA6M/kE95gVqqr_k/s320/IMGP0582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opportunity to take pics on the bus. :D, we took lots. The two in front of me camwhored lots. I sat at the back and by myself so that I wouldn't be disturbed by the next fella. (Or get sick.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462270233571287682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83h1ks04oI/AAAAAAAAA6E/61sZfWRW9fE/s320/IMGP0583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going up was smoother than going down. They didn't have motion sickness issues, so they were okay. I took the motion sickness pill and was alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462270534387362178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83iHFU96YI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MUdRva3XDsE/s320/24336_1197014660503_1682605971_401474_5130011_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got down at Tanah Rata. Hungry, we went to Yong Teng Cafe, where there are delicious pancakes. Letitia LOVED it. We went there once every day. We were there for three days. I am sick of pancakes now. Letitia loved it so much that she actually said that she wants to bring the Uncle home. :D After Lunch/Tea, we went up to HCC. The walk up was enough to burn off pancake and ice-cream. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462270226619497234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83h1KzY-xI/AAAAAAAAA58/JHo8Wmg8jrE/s320/IMGP0616.JPG" /&gt; We had time before the night market at Brinchang, so we did our nails. Nice, but they kept getting ruined. Yen Yin and mine especially. But it was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83h0tB56dI/AAAAAAAAA50/cP5rld-T7Go/s1600/IMGP0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462270218627312082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83h0tB56dI/AAAAAAAAA50/cP5rld-T7Go/s320/IMGP0637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the night market, it was full of people, strawberries, corn and food and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83h0Nb_DAI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XhxSBVQHDM8/s1600/IMGP0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462270210146765826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83h0Nb_DAI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XhxSBVQHDM8/s320/IMGP0626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83f5G364BI/AAAAAAAAA5k/z3wtxlK7_E8/s1600/IMGP0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462268095260975122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83f5G364BI/AAAAAAAAA5k/z3wtxlK7_E8/s320/IMGP0636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were selling this honeycomb stuff. As delicious as it is, apparently you can't eat it. I already ate some by the time some lady told me. I have yet to research it. Very sweet and made Yen Yin HAPPY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83f4jDAf3I/AAAAAAAAA5c/Q_haEhechl0/s1600/IMGP0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462268085643804530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83f4jDAf3I/AAAAAAAAA5c/Q_haEhechl0/s320/IMGP0644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also found some very cute, we-see-in-cartoons-only carrots. :D, I HAD to take a picture with it. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83f4L_D3NI/AAAAAAAAA5U/8ZriW4XAjx8/s1600/IMGP0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462268079453232338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83f4L_D3NI/AAAAAAAAA5U/8ZriW4XAjx8/s320/IMGP0663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These things are interesting. You pull them down and they bounce up and down. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83f3nR9KTI/AAAAAAAAA5M/08DyTtyFXjU/s1600/IMGP0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462268069600373042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83f3nR9KTI/AAAAAAAAA5M/08DyTtyFXjU/s320/IMGP0690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, after eating lotsa food at the market, we stopped for a break. We wanted some strawberry ice-cream and all. This was Vanilla, Strawbery ice-cream with cream and strawberries to top. :DDD Fantastic. Unfortunately, they were toooo full to enjoy it. Very sweet, and nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83bh600XsI/AAAAAAAAA48/UxwPNID0WlY/s1600/IMGP0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462263298843238082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83bh600XsI/AAAAAAAAA48/UxwPNID0WlY/s320/IMGP0707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day, after church and lunch at the pancake place, we went back to the room and waited for our tour. While waiting, to occupy time, we took pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83bhQOU7CI/AAAAAAAAA40/j80w9uId-qE/s1600/IMGP0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462263287407504418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83bhQOU7CI/AAAAAAAAA40/j80w9uId-qE/s320/IMGP0711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83bg7o1BLI/AAAAAAAAA4s/tqDWPaBnh-U/s1600/IMGP0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462263281881515186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83bg7o1BLI/AAAAAAAAA4s/tqDWPaBnh-U/s320/IMGP0712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Covering Letitia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83bgBWuGQI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b5aywebvOTQ/s1600/IMGP0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462263266236307714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83bgBWuGQI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b5aywebvOTQ/s320/IMGP0713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was pretty quick herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83bfhDhdmI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9-GJYcV1k14/s1600/IMGP0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462263257565853282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83bfhDhdmI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9-GJYcV1k14/s320/IMGP0718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83ZVWQhJfI/AAAAAAAAA4U/XCC6WVPhzLI/s1600/IMGP0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462260883845621234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83ZVWQhJfI/AAAAAAAAA4U/XCC6WVPhzLI/s320/IMGP0724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83ZU6STvII/AAAAAAAAA4M/YoM6-AFlUQo/s1600/IMGP0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462260876336938114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83ZU6STvII/AAAAAAAAA4M/YoM6-AFlUQo/s320/IMGP0737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83ZUSHd0HI/AAAAAAAAA4E/j7prcFSTO7g/s1600/IMGP0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462260865554042994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83ZUSHd0HI/AAAAAAAAA4E/j7prcFSTO7g/s320/IMGP0738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sandwiching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83ZTtx88nI/AAAAAAAAA38/MdH11411XF4/s1600/IMGP0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462260855800132210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83ZTtx88nI/AAAAAAAAA38/MdH11411XF4/s320/IMGP0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, tour starts. Very jerky driving, nvm, view and pill works well to relief motion sickness. This was the Sungei Palas BOH tea plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462257151255661826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83V8FRuTQI/AAAAAAAAA3s/QV9ACxvbsKk/s320/IMGP0792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The famous area at the top. :D, must take picture!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462257140696434466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83V7d8NRyI/AAAAAAAAA3k/_REZW4JimKQ/s320/IMGP0809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83ZTLVWFrI/AAAAAAAAA30/fV097LXQ5os/s1600/IMGP0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462260846553339570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83ZTLVWFrI/AAAAAAAAA30/fV097LXQ5os/s320/IMGP0811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the tea plantation, we went to the BEE farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83V6TeJNgI/AAAAAAAAA3U/owUMaXVabUU/s1600/IMGP0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462257120706115074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83V6TeJNgI/AAAAAAAAA3U/owUMaXVabUU/s320/IMGP0825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the bee hive maze. They stuck with each other and managed to get out first. :D, Anyway, the souvenir we got was some "money" keychains. They were a bit slow. I got RM10. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83V53hU64I/AAAAAAAAA3M/LnAs0zAxAKs/s1600/IMGP0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462257113203272578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83V53hU64I/AAAAAAAAA3M/LnAs0zAxAKs/s320/IMGP0828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we visited the Butterfly park. This hibiscus is huge. As compared to my hands, you can see that it's big in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83SrO-2KgI/AAAAAAAAA3E/QM9k8ZGiYDA/s1600/IMGP0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462253563268180482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83SrO-2KgI/AAAAAAAAA3E/QM9k8ZGiYDA/s320/IMGP0830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83SqgLQ2GI/AAAAAAAAA28/e5eWghAGMdw/s1600/IMGP0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462253550703794274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83SqgLQ2GI/AAAAAAAAA28/e5eWghAGMdw/s320/IMGP0834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83SqHEETCI/AAAAAAAAA20/rhHvn0pQpuI/s1600/IMGP0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462253543962725410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83SqHEETCI/AAAAAAAAA20/rhHvn0pQpuI/s320/IMGP0839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This butterfly had a broken wing and I managed to get it off the leaf and onto my hand. Sad for its' wing but happy that I got to take a pic of it in my hand!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83Spo84uMI/AAAAAAAAA2s/lB2zG5J_aXw/s1600/IMGP0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462253535879542978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83Spo84uMI/AAAAAAAAA2s/lB2zG5J_aXw/s320/IMGP0848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83SpHz7AcI/AAAAAAAAA2k/y7umIPsJtF0/s1600/IMGP0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462253526983573954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83SpHz7AcI/AAAAAAAAA2k/y7umIPsJtF0/s320/IMGP0849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83QtajXTVI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sM_ZR-8pZqs/s1600/IMGP0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462251401710619986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83QtajXTVI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sM_ZR-8pZqs/s320/IMGP0866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stop for us was the Strawberry farm. Which we visited the next day as well to buy our strawberries and all that. :D We were kinda lazy to go to the Buddhist temple, so we stopped our tour here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83QshADMNI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ecdIPhxpqHs/s1600/IMGP0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462251386261680338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83QshADMNI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ecdIPhxpqHs/s320/IMGP0878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83QsGeqR2I/AAAAAAAAA2M/KjUYHSaKc4k/s1600/IMGP0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462251379142313826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83QsGeqR2I/AAAAAAAAA2M/KjUYHSaKc4k/s320/IMGP0881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice picture taken by Kung Yen Yin. Me eating me icicle below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83QrrfdhkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/o7z0ar6KMU4/s1600/IMGP0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462251371897914946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83QrrfdhkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/o7z0ar6KMU4/s320/IMGP0890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, when we visited the same farm, we had some strawberry and cream. Letitia had her strawberry cheese cake. Oh, my old sunnies broke, I bought two new ones for about RM25. :DD, they liked this one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83QrOKWnLI/AAAAAAAAA18/WjkPdjh2dP0/s1600/IMGP0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462251364024753330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83QrOKWnLI/AAAAAAAAA18/WjkPdjh2dP0/s320/IMGP0904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83PZB4LNKI/AAAAAAAAA10/XWf8hlOJmoI/s1600/IMGP0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462249951978009762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83PZB4LNKI/AAAAAAAAA10/XWf8hlOJmoI/s320/IMGP0906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed back to HCC, and then had lunch once more for LETITIA at the pancake place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83PYCAyDdI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DrsCzStb_Ho/s1600/IMGP0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462249934834240978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83PYCAyDdI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DrsCzStb_Ho/s320/IMGP0923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, bored yet couldn't sleep anymore. hahahha. Took a pic of my nails before all the colour goes ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83PX5MLttI/AAAAAAAAA1k/epxH-H09-wg/s1600/IMGP0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462249932466140882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83PX5MLttI/AAAAAAAAA1k/epxH-H09-wg/s320/IMGP0934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us fit into two seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462249913897551842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83PW0BFh-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/RmIv2YHZpH0/s320/IMGP0937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83PXRsJEGI/AAAAAAAAA1c/WugMz4AVtDU/s1600/IMGP0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462249921862766690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83PXRsJEGI/AAAAAAAAA1c/WugMz4AVtDU/s320/IMGP0930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just :D. hahhaha. Was a fun holiday while it lasted. Will have more in the future. :DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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&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&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-5082631623114299671?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5082631623114299671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5082631623114299671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5082631623114299671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5082631623114299671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/cameron-highlands.html' title='Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/S83iHebi5VI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uLvgeuqbvUU/s72-c/24336_1197014180491_1682605971_401462_4552498_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3140610647786216971</id><published>2010-01-04T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:31:33.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starts Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>So my holidays will end today. I am so sad that it has to end. I heart holidays. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my hols are always awesome. :D, Mark came back, which means lotsa food. We also went to Cherating, got sunburnt to the point where it was red and hurt for two days. So my back is black. Haven't had a real tan in ages though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Lee got married on saturday, so that was Mark's last dinner and night with us. He's gone back dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out almost everyday when Mark was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday!! is over. Can't wait for Chinese New Year. Even though I know HELP replaces public holidays. Stupido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results? Fantastico. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-3140610647786216971?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3140610647786216971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3140610647786216971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3140610647786216971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3140610647786216971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-starts-tomorrow.html' title='School Starts Tomorrow.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1000861103890555571</id><published>2009-12-12T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:00:41.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NEW wira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SyNbNGU_wAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/8VCH3hZFKx0/s1600-h/IMGP0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414271457624571906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SyNbNGU_wAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/8VCH3hZFKx0/s320/IMGP0334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SyNbMuOz4aI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Q88Vk0xdj40/s1600-h/IMGP0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414271451156177314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SyNbMuOz4aI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Q88Vk0xdj40/s320/IMGP0333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SyNbME17YCI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Hk5wzAw2oms/s1600-h/IMGP0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414271440045957154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SyNbME17YCI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Hk5wzAw2oms/s320/IMGP0332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SyNbLRmKS1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/TJdS8N1XlD0/s1600-h/IMGP0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414271426289617746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SyNbLRmKS1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/TJdS8N1XlD0/s320/IMGP0331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SyNbK3YRE_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nYy6QJ90vH4/s1600-h/IMGP0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414271419252020210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SyNbK3YRE_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/nYy6QJ90vH4/s320/IMGP0328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The famous dent area. teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lied. It's very old. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 15 years old!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&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/2584217320154756962-1000861103890555571?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1000861103890555571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1000861103890555571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1000861103890555571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1000861103890555571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-wira.html' title='The NEW wira.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SyNbNGU_wAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/8VCH3hZFKx0/s72-c/IMGP0334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3228199754728943410</id><published>2009-11-06T23:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:31:37.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past 2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>have been filled with events, fats and fun. :D Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was Kash's birthday at The Mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRLOQyQz7I/AAAAAAAAAz8/KXgw83nO3Ow/s1600-h/IMGP0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401024561520103346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRLOQyQz7I/AAAAAAAAAz8/KXgw83nO3Ow/s320/IMGP0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRLN371RiI/AAAAAAAAAz0/haYvgrR8aIM/s1600-h/IMGP0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401024554849355298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRLN371RiI/AAAAAAAAAz0/haYvgrR8aIM/s320/IMGP0214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty dessert, I really wanted to show you guys. Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRLNE5DnxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/pPNwSlUzg4k/s1600-h/IMGP0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401024541147504402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRLNE5DnxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/pPNwSlUzg4k/s320/IMGP0212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us. The girl in Pink is Kashinie. :D&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;THEN, it was my early birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401022078951889026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRI9wf4GII/AAAAAAAAAyk/4Bz0qab9nTk/s320/IMGP0257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRKS70NwOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/NdL60oSFQSg/s1600-h/IMGP0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401023542278865122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRKS70NwOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/NdL60oSFQSg/s320/IMGP0287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fantastic belt Alicia gave me. :D Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401022083620782418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRI-B5BwVI/AAAAAAAAAys/_GsCqjrIb3Q/s320/IMGP0258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401023525908519314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRKR-1OGZI/AAAAAAAAAzU/luGLgrmQm04/s320/IMGP0280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRKSZIQjeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mdJq5rcyIUM/s1600-h/IMGP0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401023532967693794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRKSZIQjeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mdJq5rcyIUM/s320/IMGP0282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The awesome charm bracelet that Kit Yi gave me. I HEART IT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRKRK2PgZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/9CituwYEHd4/s1600-h/IMGP0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401023511954162066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRKRK2PgZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/9CituwYEHd4/s320/IMGP0273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The four of us at home in M'sia. Father, Mother, You Knees and Mr. Luke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are pictures of the AMAZING DELICIOUS SWEET Banana Chocolate SEVEN layer cake. Envy me. Kit Yi must have spent half the day making it. It was sooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRI_oB-GwI/AAAAAAAAAzE/yPmd0UCZb84/s1600-h/IMGP0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401022111038708482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRI_oB-GwI/AAAAAAAAAzE/yPmd0UCZb84/s320/IMGP0266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRI_Dw0fbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/847skHkcbiM/s1600-h/IMGP0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401022101303098802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRI_Dw0fbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/847skHkcbiM/s320/IMGP0270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRI-yJyt3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/E2BLfkSsTTA/s1600-h/IMGP0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401022096576001906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRI-yJyt3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/E2BLfkSsTTA/s320/IMGP0264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, a late halloween. Called Mysterious night. I found nothing mysterious or all that great. But it was alrights, at least I didn't get "floured" like Mr. Smee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRHp6RZCxI/AAAAAAAAAyc/DLR5udUsK_w/s1600-h/IMGP0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401020638466476818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRHp6RZCxI/AAAAAAAAAyc/DLR5udUsK_w/s320/IMGP0320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yen Yin and I. I was probably the one of the 3 most colourful people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRHpVBgkCI/AAAAAAAAAyU/unN_dSStAh0/s1600-h/IMGP0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401020628467748898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRHpVBgkCI/AAAAAAAAAyU/unN_dSStAh0/s320/IMGP0303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From Left to Right, Yen Yin, Ezzati, You Knees, Sylvia, Ms. Selena, and Ezzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRHoxmNXLI/AAAAAAAAAyM/b4-koQJw3CU/s1600-h/IMGP0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401020618958003378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRHoxmNXLI/AAAAAAAAAyM/b4-koQJw3CU/s320/IMGP0305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yen Yin, Ezzati, Sylvia, Me and Ms. Selena. Both the sisters were up for Best Dressed, but The Pirate, Ezzati won!! Fabulous costumes. They actually rented it and it was worth it. She got RM100. :D Sadly, I didn't have any pictures with them. Forgot. :D The disco girl is missing in this pic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRGNmkMdtI/AAAAAAAAAyE/aFp1MPv6BCM/s1600-h/IMGP0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401019052628670162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRGNmkMdtI/AAAAAAAAAyE/aFp1MPv6BCM/s320/IMGP0300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The additional person in the vamp cape, is Mr. Smee. Not a vamp, a wizard, not wearing his wizard hat here. He bought the stuff like 2 hours or an hour before the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRGNJxL1II/AAAAAAAAAx8/aCA4wA_-v04/s1600-h/IMGP0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401019044898526338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRGNJxL1II/AAAAAAAAAx8/aCA4wA_-v04/s320/IMGP0299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alfons and Yen Yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRGMgqhnAI/AAAAAAAAAx0/tN9qCyj1Rqo/s1600-h/IMGP0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401019033864739842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRGMgqhnAI/AAAAAAAAAx0/tN9qCyj1Rqo/s320/IMGP0298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was supposed to be a Beach tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401019025482828146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRGMBcHyXI/AAAAAAAAAxs/lNaDg5WFA14/s320/IMGP0297.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT day, was also Judy's Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRFMT6Z7XI/AAAAAAAAAxk/HG2YDs0bDIc/s1600-h/IMGP0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401017930930056562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRFMT6Z7XI/AAAAAAAAAxk/HG2YDs0bDIc/s320/IMGP0294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ezzati having some cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRFL2fdVpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/djftRNgjbJg/s1600-h/IMGP0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401017923032405650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRFL2fdVpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/djftRNgjbJg/s320/IMGP0290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above, Ezzah, Ezzati and Yun Er.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below, Jae Hong, Jose, You Knees, Judy and Stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRFLVde7VI/AAAAAAAAAxU/9FnRG15-bmo/s1600-h/IMGP0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401017914165751122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRFLVde7VI/AAAAAAAAAxU/9FnRG15-bmo/s320/IMGP0288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that AWARD Winning Smile. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, was busy. :D I FORGOT!!!! Kau Mo gave me a red packet for my birthday too. :D Awesome, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&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&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/2584217320154756962-3228199754728943410?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3228199754728943410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3228199754728943410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3228199754728943410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3228199754728943410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/past-2-weeks.html' title='The Past 2 Weeks'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SvRLOQyQz7I/AAAAAAAAAz8/KXgw83nO3Ow/s72-c/IMGP0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-7259774527354230409</id><published>2009-10-19T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:42:20.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's</title><content type='html'>Dinner time. Other than that, gots me midterms. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-7259774527354230409?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7259774527354230409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=7259774527354230409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7259774527354230409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7259774527354230409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/its.html' title='It&apos;s'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-6342026693129477006</id><published>2009-10-06T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:54:45.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At this very moment</title><content type='html'>I regret starting school. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lack sleep. Yest, I went to bed at about 12? But I just lazed there. Eyes closed. Till about 2? Possible. Cause when I checked, it was one. I continue laze summore. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna relax. But when I do, I feel kinda guilty. Cause I know I have crap to do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PEOPLE SCRATCHED THE CAR!!! TWICE!!! Pisses me off. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HELP parking is sooo tiny that almost everyone has to double park. Today, I couldn't even find a place to double park. I had to go somewhere else. Did you know that HELP has 3 freaking buildings and one lousy carpark? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My building is underground. There's a smell wafting around certain areas due to the lack of sunlight. It stinks. Crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not only irritated, disgusted, stressed, pissed but I am also confused. It's like what am I doing anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bodoh who scratched the car, if I find out who you are, I'd slap you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&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/2584217320154756962-6342026693129477006?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6342026693129477006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=6342026693129477006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6342026693129477006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6342026693129477006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-this-very-moment.html' title='At this very moment'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4956020782936024948</id><published>2009-09-24T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:34:55.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love for Ducks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Srt0kVkpWBI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vFk8eeNzXyk/s1600-h/IMGP0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385025947066521618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Srt0kVkpWBI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vFk8eeNzXyk/s320/IMGP0196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;THE ORIGINAL RUBBER DUCK!! It even squeaks. Cute to the max. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Srt0jtsHt6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/KL4UKtrMLOc/s1600-h/IMGP0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385025936360454050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Srt0jtsHt6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/KL4UKtrMLOc/s320/IMGP0194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; Duck. Duck. Duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Srt0jG-vSnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/OezYy__hRuk/s1600-h/IMGP0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385025925969562226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Srt0jG-vSnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/OezYy__hRuk/s320/IMGP0192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She said she had more upstairs. I didn't want to go up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Srt0ibEdjQI/AAAAAAAAAws/oSPEquYgd24/s1600-h/IMGP0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385025914182405378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Srt0ibEdjQI/AAAAAAAAAws/oSPEquYgd24/s320/IMGP0193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's a lot of ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Srt0h3-l38I/AAAAAAAAAwk/Es04VvucbGQ/s1600-h/IMGP0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385025904762544066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Srt0h3-l38I/AAAAAAAAAwk/Es04VvucbGQ/s320/IMGP0190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit, they are kinda cute. But it's not very often that you find someone who really likes ducks. I've met 2. :D It's not weird though. I know this lady who loves pigs. I LOVE TIGERS. :D Or Lions. They're cute too. hahahha. Anyways, I took some pics of this collection to show Ivy. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2584217320154756962-4956020782936024948?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4956020782936024948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4956020782936024948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4956020782936024948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4956020782936024948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-for-ducks.html' title='Love for Ducks.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Srt0kVkpWBI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vFk8eeNzXyk/s72-c/IMGP0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5732628362934397758</id><published>2009-09-22T17:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:26:53.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johor Bahru</title><content type='html'>Over the Raya weekend, my parents and I went back to JB. Gosh, I love that place. Below are some pictures taken in Istana Garden. Gorgeous I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SriimkkTiYI/AAAAAAAAAwc/EkNK0-WmYq4/s1600-h/IMGP0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384232138056108418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SriimkkTiYI/AAAAAAAAAwc/EkNK0-WmYq4/s320/IMGP0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SriimIVtfxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/TIvNfBc9cRs/s1600-h/IMGP0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384232130478702354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SriimIVtfxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/TIvNfBc9cRs/s320/IMGP0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SrieDDFmFlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/zKG3gkM1h8s/s1600-h/IMGP0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384227129726998098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SrieDDFmFlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/zKG3gkM1h8s/s320/IMGP0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They had tons of pretty flowers and really nice trees in certain shapes and sizes. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SrieCb73_zI/AAAAAAAAAwE/tmEiYnd_bF0/s1600-h/IMGP0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384227119217246002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SrieCb73_zI/AAAAAAAAAwE/tmEiYnd_bF0/s320/IMGP0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SrieB_vzGNI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Rl8Nx2LcYvw/s1600-h/IMGP0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384227111650400466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SrieB_vzGNI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Rl8Nx2LcYvw/s320/IMGP0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;At a certain point of Istana Garden, it overlooks the sea. It's so nice when the breeze blows. There's also a deer farm in there, imagine how crazy I was. :D Next door was the zoo. I SAW THE TIGER!!! AND you can hear it roar from far away. BLISS. I fed a cow near the fence. :D Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Sricw1mvcVI/AAAAAAAAAv0/byvrmehXVfw/s1600-h/IMGP0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384225717358653778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Sricw1mvcVI/AAAAAAAAAv0/byvrmehXVfw/s320/IMGP0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Sria_KAt40I/AAAAAAAAAvk/BQZAyiCCylY/s1600-h/IMGP0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384223764331225922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Sria_KAt40I/AAAAAAAAAvk/BQZAyiCCylY/s320/IMGP0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The pretty tree leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SriarJMYXSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/QlusXNOYJy8/s1600-h/IMGP0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384223420514327842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SriarJMYXSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/QlusXNOYJy8/s320/IMGP0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; The above picture. Curious aren't you about that little ball? IT'S a BERRY!! Delicious like crazy. I used to have this tree outside me old house. And I would pick the berries to eat. Here, most of them were green. This was one of the two that I picked to eat. SWEET!! Brought back so many memories and the flavour? Familiar. Sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SriZ8j3ybNI/AAAAAAAAAvU/WW0GxkhtIAs/s1600-h/IMGP0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384222620221861074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SriZ8j3ybNI/AAAAAAAAAvU/WW0GxkhtIAs/s320/IMGP0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom spotted this thing from far. I had no idea how she did it. It was camouflaged so well I couldn't find it and it was so high in the tree. I forgot the name of this animal. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, when we were younger, my parents would bring all five of us to this park to walk. We had fun that much I know. :D I was three when I left JB. I love JB. It's so nice to go back. Wish we would go back more often. :D &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:#66ff99;"&gt;I DROVE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Back and Forth. :D Fast. My dad = &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;stressed like CRAZY.&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;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-5732628362934397758?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5732628362934397758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5732628362934397758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5732628362934397758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5732628362934397758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/johor-bahru.html' title='Johor Bahru'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SriimkkTiYI/AAAAAAAAAwc/EkNK0-WmYq4/s72-c/IMGP0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-6051794142677300760</id><published>2009-08-05T22:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:03:17.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to Putrajaya Today.</title><content type='html'>Was at the Floria 09. Here are some pictures of the pretty flowers, and vegetables on sale or on show. :D Recommend that you go if you have time, love flowers and/ or vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmeLxiaS9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/M2yTRt0iFCM/s1600-h/IMGP0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366494356102073298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmeLxiaS9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/M2yTRt0iFCM/s320/IMGP0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmdQIQhHXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lryMdmWguyQ/s1600-h/IMGP0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366493331408887154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmdQIQhHXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lryMdmWguyQ/s320/IMGP0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmXnQHtgDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/PttooZi3czg/s1600-h/IMGP0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366487131586658354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmXnQHtgDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/PttooZi3czg/s320/IMGP0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmWzwprdlI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ZfnwJNqpF0Y/s1600-h/IMGP0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366486246965868114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmWzwprdlI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ZfnwJNqpF0Y/s320/IMGP0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmWWnJMvjI/AAAAAAAAAus/a_mkSvgd6JI/s1600-h/IMGP0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366485746197511730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmWWnJMvjI/AAAAAAAAAus/a_mkSvgd6JI/s320/IMGP0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmVsZlh9II/AAAAAAAAAuk/DG3-RFvtjVs/s1600-h/IMGP0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366485021003740290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmVsZlh9II/AAAAAAAAAuk/DG3-RFvtjVs/s320/IMGP0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmTg1FBLTI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-xkwerkuCFI/s1600-h/IMGP0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366482623201881394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmTg1FBLTI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-xkwerkuCFI/s320/IMGP0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmTgRIgi2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/1S1VhjTtkpk/s1600-h/IMGP0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366482613552843618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmTgRIgi2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/1S1VhjTtkpk/s320/IMGP0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2584217320154756962-6051794142677300760?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6051794142677300760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=6051794142677300760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6051794142677300760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6051794142677300760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-to-putrajaya-today.html' title='Went to Putrajaya Today.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SnmeLxiaS9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/M2yTRt0iFCM/s72-c/IMGP0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-7313162505035357534</id><published>2009-07-23T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:15:19.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now.</title><content type='html'>I have started my french classes again.  :D I am sooo busy that things are pretty much lined up. One after the other. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, college starts in Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my close friend from primary school. It was nice to see her after so many years. It's always good to catch up. She'll be going to America next year and who knows when will it be next when I get to meet up with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-7313162505035357534?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7313162505035357534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=7313162505035357534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7313162505035357534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7313162505035357534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/now.html' title='Now.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-7266684676985423513</id><published>2009-07-04T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:07:08.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This would be the Picture of the day. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Sk8bI4SAwJI/AAAAAAAAAt0/jLeOBtvVVf4/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354528321327644818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Sk8bI4SAwJI/AAAAAAAAAt0/jLeOBtvVVf4/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what Cloud Gate looks like from the outside. It's really cool. You can go underneath it. The picture of me and my brothers lying down was taken underneath it. It's really shiny and pretty as you can see from this pic. :D Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-7266684676985423513?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7266684676985423513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=7266684676985423513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7266684676985423513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7266684676985423513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-would-be-picture-of-day-d.html' title='This would be the Picture of the day. :D'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Sk8bI4SAwJI/AAAAAAAAAt0/jLeOBtvVVf4/s72-c/IMG_0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4665963108012713736</id><published>2009-06-29T15:42:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:32:38.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm back from America and Canada. :D Here are some really mixed up pictures. Oh, I forgot to tell you guys. I got facebook. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skh3kDgIGPI/AAAAAAAAAts/ZrBZXGHA0vY/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352659618428885234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skh3kDgIGPI/AAAAAAAAAts/ZrBZXGHA0vY/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rented some bicycles in Chicago. This was taken near a beach. No, it wasn't near a sea, it was actually a lake, so big that it was like the sea. :D&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the name of the lake.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skh3RBbW_GI/AAAAAAAAAtk/iVKvNvhnmc4/s1600-h/IMG_9034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352659291454504034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skh3RBbW_GI/AAAAAAAAAtk/iVKvNvhnmc4/s320/IMG_9034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This awesome pic was taken in Awesome New York. I love and hate New York. It's beautiful and posh, yet really dirty, dusty and at times intimidating. :D I think it depends on where and which part of New York I am at. For example, I love the nice areas like Central Park. Very nice. I admire the city's crazy trains, so many. Our LRT + Monorail + KTM can't challenge what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skh2mhRBr_I/AAAAAAAAAtc/MFGlxBjZCgw/s1600-h/IMG_9832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352658561266724850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skh2mhRBr_I/AAAAAAAAAtc/MFGlxBjZCgw/s320/IMG_9832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BEAVERTAILS!!! Delicious stuff, it's like bread, fried and layered with stuff like chocolate and nuts. They have other flavors too. So delicious and fat. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Canada, just so you know, Byward Market, in Ottawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skh12pZ1fSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/8TUZNCIjUU0/s1600-h/IMG_9295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352657738817436962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skh12pZ1fSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/8TUZNCIjUU0/s320/IMG_9295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is New York when the sun is setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skh1iGG3pLI/AAAAAAAAAtM/pstG8cKBX-o/s1600-h/IMG_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352657385745261746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skh1iGG3pLI/AAAAAAAAAtM/pstG8cKBX-o/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicago. We were walking on the Magnificent Mile. And Magnificent it was. I love Animals, including this Metal Moose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skhz7pFXOyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/131fyRm8to4/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352655625607658274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skhz7pFXOyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/131fyRm8to4/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is really cool. We are actually inside a bean-like metal mirror shiny thingy called Cloud Gate. One of the cool pictures we took. Will show you more. Minus the little boy on the left, the three guys are my brothers. From left to right, it's James, Luke, Eunice and Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skhy9fQfhSI/AAAAAAAAAs0/3S2qX428z5U/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352654557818094882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skhy9fQfhSI/AAAAAAAAAs0/3S2qX428z5U/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is so cute. I love Patrick of Spongebob Squarepants. So we were at Minesota, Minneapolis. And this was in the Mall of America where they have this indoor themepark. It was Nick World I think, and I couldn't resist, I just had to take a pic.  Patrick is awesome. Stupid, but awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SkhyXIeYXBI/AAAAAAAAAss/AS5SRORXx7M/s1600-h/IMG_9188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352653898867301394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SkhyXIeYXBI/AAAAAAAAAss/AS5SRORXx7M/s320/IMG_9188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left, Luke, James, KING KONG, Eunice and Mark. We were on the Empire State Building's balcony. From up there, you can see New York's Central Park, the Finance District and all that. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SkhyLqD0WNI/AAAAAAAAAsk/YrpAIotbpzI/s1600-h/IMG_9124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352653701724264658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SkhyLqD0WNI/AAAAAAAAAsk/YrpAIotbpzI/s320/IMG_9124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the mini lakes in New York's Central Park. Nice eh? We later rented two boats and rowed in this lake. Fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skhx1CqNdiI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_DtFo9H3qO8/s1600-h/IMG_9122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352653313190753826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skhx1CqNdiI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_DtFo9H3qO8/s320/IMG_9122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A family picture in Central Park. Been a while since all of us got together. Although, this pic does not have Britt-Marie... Paul's in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SkhxdUQqDaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/R5ZqknLUpeM/s1600-h/IMG_9066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352652905598553506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SkhxdUQqDaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/R5ZqknLUpeM/s320/IMG_9066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see the Statue of Liberty is on the far left of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'll post more pictures soon. I really enjoyed this trip. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eunice W.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4665963108012713736?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4665963108012713736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4665963108012713736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4665963108012713736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4665963108012713736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Skh3kDgIGPI/AAAAAAAAAts/ZrBZXGHA0vY/s72-c/IMG_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-9074757269512690702</id><published>2009-05-28T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:35:35.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Good</title><content type='html'>:D Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DRIVE LIKE A NUTCASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EUNICE W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-9074757269512690702?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9074757269512690702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=9074757269512690702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/9074757269512690702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/9074757269512690702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-is-good.html' title='God is Good'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-252436997988163890</id><published>2009-05-20T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:47:47.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/ShOr9wIxGmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tFUEwlzY694/s1600-h/DSCN2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337799060746213986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/ShOr9wIxGmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tFUEwlzY694/s320/DSCN2208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a picture I took of the setting sun in Australia last year. See the hood of the moving car? (Bottom right, shiny surface.) I think we were coming back from some island.... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-252436997988163890?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/252436997988163890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=252436997988163890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/252436997988163890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/252436997988163890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres.html' title='Here&apos;s'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/ShOr9wIxGmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tFUEwlzY694/s72-c/DSCN2208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3004573080294108781</id><published>2009-05-17T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:58:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED!!!!</title><content type='html'>I really thank God that he gave me a gracious tester. I passed!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part, I definitely passed. The second part was interesting, but I passed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-3004573080294108781?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3004573080294108781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3004573080294108781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3004573080294108781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3004573080294108781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-passed.html' title='I PASSED!!!!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-34459526788726375</id><published>2009-05-10T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:42:12.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been a while since I last posted. It's because, first of all, I have stuff to say, but not of extreme importance or is worthy to put up, second of all, I've been really busy. So, my latest updates are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driving test is on Wednesday. I DON'T WANT TO FAIL!!!! Pray for me that I don't fail. It's not anything, but I'll be traveling soon and I don't want to do the test, fail, travel, come back and START ALL OVER AGAIN. No, I wouldn't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iks, is back for a few days, we'll be shopping tmr! Yes, I like shopping. So? So what? I miss her man, it's like NS is twice as long as RBS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, is quite fun but boring at times. Imagine doing the same thing, over and over again. For example, I folded and then stuffed more than 1000 envelopes. It goes on and on and on. The good thing about that is that you feel an amazing sense of accomplishment and happiness that YOU'RE FINALLY DONE WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was interesting. My dad spoke at a church in Raub. Really warm people there, it's a quaint church. It was a bilingual thing going on, my dad obviously spoke in English and the translator spoke in Chinese. It's interesting, in a sense... I hear almost everything twice. Unless I didn't understand the Chinese part. :D It was good revision for me. My Chinese at the moment is not at it's prime time, so I'm hoping that it'll improve. :D I gotta talk more. ahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to find a picture and post it la. That way, you'll get something nice to see! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College, will be going to HELP in Sept. So, I'll enjoy and chill for now. Plus, I love the sleep I get nowadays. When I was schooling, I had maybe 6 hours, 5 even and sometimes 7. hahahha. Now I get 10,11 sometimes, the bliss of sleeping. Amazingly Awesome. hahahah. It's no secret I enjoy my sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, has been really good to me. I really thank Him, for example, I've got an amazing mother. Who's mother is as cool as mine? :D hahhaha. Happy Mother's Day k, Ma? I also thank Him so much for blessing me. So many things I thank Him for, no matter how insignificant it sometimes seem. Like, I didn't choke and die or how I managed to sleep in the afternoon without being interrupted. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-34459526788726375?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/34459526788726375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=34459526788726375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/34459526788726375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/34459526788726375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know.html' title='I know'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-8621773343399580701</id><published>2009-03-25T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:08:11.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I went to work. For my first time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to OM office. OM stands for Operation Mobilisation. I obviously do not get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back from RBS on March 5th. Yes, I did not post anything till now. :D I was kinda lazy to post and was wondering whether it would be appropriate to post even! RBS was interesting, I learned, and had fun. I also slept in tents one night. haha. That was REALLY interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;thank God and PRAISE Him&lt;/span&gt; for my amazing SPM results. It was a surprise. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just relaxing for now. Not really sure what to study and I basically believe that I can study anything. And that I like everything, so that's where my problem lies. I like everything and can do anything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my 'job'. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-8621773343399580701?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8621773343399580701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=8621773343399580701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/8621773343399580701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/8621773343399580701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-7963920379981818872</id><published>2009-01-27T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:32:59.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RBS 2009</title><content type='html'>Tmr at about 12 or even earlier, I will be leaving for Residential Bible School 2009. I will be up there in Cameron Highlands for about 4 weeks. In the 5th week, I will be somewhere else doing the mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, I will not be allowed to use my phone, it will be kept with the school staff. I also cannot access the internet whenever and wherever, I think I can go to Cyber Cafe though. I can always use snail mail as well. :D Don't be pissed if I don't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I will enjoy myself as assured by those who went before me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is awesome, as it has always been. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my family and my home. I will miss my mum's cooking, and my bed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-7963920379981818872?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7963920379981818872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=7963920379981818872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7963920379981818872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7963920379981818872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/rbs-2009.html' title='RBS 2009'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-640178350233063443</id><published>2009-01-18T18:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:39:33.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>WE went Bowling instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMFtmItRtI/AAAAAAAAArs/CXy4gifJHdM/s1600-h/IMGP0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292580267979785938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMFtmItRtI/AAAAAAAAArs/CXy4gifJHdM/s320/IMGP0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I suck. I'm E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMFjG-Lv6I/AAAAAAAAArk/pqFQuRNizpY/s1600-h/IMGP0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292580087815454626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMFjG-Lv6I/AAAAAAAAArk/pqFQuRNizpY/s320/IMGP0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lyn's the best and the PRO amongst the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMFbvFKMKI/AAAAAAAAArc/6N9K-MxFggI/s1600-h/IMGP0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292579961143177378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMFbvFKMKI/AAAAAAAAArc/6N9K-MxFggI/s320/IMGP0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Iks&lt;/span&gt; dropped the ball. Style la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMFU0h9sLI/AAAAAAAAArU/CvAtmEgGmsQ/s1600-h/IMGP0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292579842347086002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMFU0h9sLI/AAAAAAAAArU/CvAtmEgGmsQ/s320/IMGP0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Original shoes. Before. Which is mine? The red one. Obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMFIp0bMOI/AAAAAAAAArM/lYsZJ5R04dM/s1600-h/IMGP0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292579633313296610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMFIp0bMOI/AAAAAAAAArM/lYsZJ5R04dM/s320/IMGP0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crap bowling shoes. After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I went to One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt;, in hopes of going rock climbing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arika&lt;/span&gt;, Ira and Lyn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arika&lt;/span&gt; told us about it last year and we agreed to go. What we didn't know, was that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Arika&lt;/span&gt; didn't even know the name of the place. Worse still, she didn't know that we had to be 18 to go rock climbing without an adult of the age of 21. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;, we walked out of the place. :D It would have been awesome if WE knew. We expected and assumed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Iks&lt;/span&gt; would know the place and know the rules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292580554088796386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMF-P-aUOI/AAAAAAAAAr8/OKu9PftFch8/s320/IMGP0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rejected, and sad, we opted for bowling. :D It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Iks&lt;/span&gt;' first time. I still suck at bowling. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292580552859670882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMF-LZXWWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/XBRD17ceSto/s320/IMGP0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, we had a late lunch. Even though, it was expensive, we enjoyed the food and the company plus the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ambiance&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;RBS&lt;/span&gt; starts on the 3rd day of Chinese New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-640178350233063443?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/640178350233063443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=640178350233063443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/640178350233063443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/640178350233063443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SXMFtmItRtI/AAAAAAAAArs/CXy4gifJHdM/s72-c/IMGP0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4011393586307733994</id><published>2009-01-08T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:31:52.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>So far 2009 is good. :D, I've been to Petaling street, twice in three days. :D I didn't buy anything. KLCC twice in two days, in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying my holidays. I will continue to enjoy it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4011393586307733994?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4011393586307733994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4011393586307733994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4011393586307733994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4011393586307733994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-6831001939022684027</id><published>2008-12-31T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:46:05.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>was a great year. Tons of amazing things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones I know I will remember would be the trip to Aust, finishing school, getting SPM done, hopefully I pass everything, and the year was amazing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post for the year. In about 10 mins, it will be the year 2009. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra late merry christmas, seeing I was really busy during that time, and a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School kiddies, enjoy the last few days of holidays and go back to school. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-6831001939022684027?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6831001939022684027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=6831001939022684027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6831001939022684027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6831001939022684027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-8507354479347804691</id><published>2008-12-26T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:52:10.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>was awesome. I need not say more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year coming in about 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-8507354479347804691?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8507354479347804691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=8507354479347804691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/8507354479347804691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/8507354479347804691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-7012102394165401732</id><published>2008-12-23T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:18:32.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Vanessa</title><content type='html'>Remove one question below and add in your personal question. Make a total of 10 questions and tag at least 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What bothers you the most right now?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Something disappointing?&lt;br /&gt;The same thing that bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Books wanted to read very much?&lt;br /&gt;The ones hidden in my bed. :D I want to finish my "I Am A Pencil" by Sam Swope. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are you doing this tag?&lt;br /&gt;For fun? This is like the oldest tag ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Something you desperately want?&lt;br /&gt;The Damned thing that bothers me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What comes first, friends of girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List 4 people you wanna meet now + reason&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I Love Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;James, I Love my brother&lt;br /&gt;Arika, I need to talk&lt;br /&gt;Daizy, I need to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;I liked Van's answer:Farts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sexual relationship before marriage?&lt;br /&gt;Like Vanessa says sex before marriage makes the person(e.g: me) feel guilty, thus no entertainment or enjoyment. :D plus, if you give it away and break up, then what? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who did you mostly text yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Iks maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl, please tag yourself. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-7012102394165401732?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7012102394165401732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=7012102394165401732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7012102394165401732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7012102394165401732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-vanessa.html' title='Tagged by Vanessa'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-9176823289379754589</id><published>2008-12-20T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:02:23.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas party.</title><content type='html'>Really sleepy. This morning, I woke up at 7.30 a.m. The last time I woke up so early was at Teen Street. I really miss Teen Street. Anyway, I went to the boring ish, driving course thingy. I entertained myself of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back at 3. And later at about 6.30 p.m, went to the Christmas party thingy. Had dinner there and then, I was in charge of games, half an hour of games, turned out to be 1 hour. Nvm, I think everyone enjoyed themselves. I'm just wondering as to how those fellas on the right side always had the answer for charades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tired now. I'll be sleeping early tonight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-9176823289379754589?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9176823289379754589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=9176823289379754589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/9176823289379754589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/9176823289379754589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas party.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-2068877119703818245</id><published>2008-12-19T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:08:16.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving!</title><content type='html'>No I'm not driving yet. Tmr, I'll be going for the driving course thingy in the morning. Excited, it's a step towards being able to drive. I want to drive so much!! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the four of us, Iks, Lyn, Ira and I, met up together after a YEAR. Last year, we met around this time and promised to meet up again this year. We did. :) Here's a picture that tells you that we went window shopping. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281485229140013170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SUua1Vlc8HI/AAAAAAAAArE/I-IdTd285zE/s320/IMGP0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I don't know why, all of us seem to be looking in all directions but at the camera. Iks just admiring herself, Lyn, wondering if her camera has a picture, and Ira... I don't know. hahah. My eyes too small. Can't tell either. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr night is SGC's Christmas party, I just found out today. :D, I knew that it was near, but NOT THAT near. Good thing that I can plan stuff quick. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is COMING!!! I have not done any christmas shopping. hahah. Don't be surprise if there's not christmas pressies from the Wangs. Kidding, will find time to do that. I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures from Christmas Party tmr. Wanna come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-2068877119703818245?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2068877119703818245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=2068877119703818245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2068877119703818245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2068877119703818245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/driving.html' title='Driving!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SUua1Vlc8HI/AAAAAAAAArE/I-IdTd285zE/s72-c/IMGP0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-6031991029967921983</id><published>2008-12-17T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:31:02.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is almost a routine.</title><content type='html'>Yes, for now it is. I'm not complaining, it's an awesome routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, eat, relax by reading or watching tv, eat and go back to sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, lazing in bed has been my favourite past time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The favourite song at this very moment is Unbreakable by Fireflight. Amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-6031991029967921983?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6031991029967921983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=6031991029967921983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6031991029967921983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6031991029967921983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-almost-routine.html' title='Life is almost a routine.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4634881245956141441</id><published>2008-12-15T22:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:34:31.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SUZzQVHiWHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/VkcqywGSWLo/s1600-h/IMGP0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280034337522342002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SUZzQVHiWHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/VkcqywGSWLo/s320/IMGP0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This watch here is really lucky. I had accidently lost it. It happened on the day of the TNT journey when I was tickled to the ground. Yes, tickled, not even tackled. It had dropped off and someone had later found it. :) whoever you are, thanks so much. The watch has tons of sentimental values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SUZyf8Iy6GI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ROs3OWM3P8c/s1600-h/IMGP0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280033506183014498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SUZyf8Iy6GI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ROs3OWM3P8c/s320/IMGP0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proof that I was in the Service Team. Really great experience. I liked this year's tag and bands. Mine was blue in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SUZx6czSBGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8HaXydX3SSI/s1600-h/IMGP0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280032862116119650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SUZx6czSBGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8HaXydX3SSI/s320/IMGP0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joanne came over today. The effect is that now my fingernails are red in colour and toenails are blue in colour. The red honestly is a bit goth, but I like the colour. She wanted to see me in this dress I bought with Iks the other day, and she snapped this picture and I didn't know it. The smile is not fake. :) hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SUZsymXrnGI/AAAAAAAAAqc/4Z47hGEx8Wg/s1600-h/IMGP0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280027229687618658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SUZsymXrnGI/AAAAAAAAAqc/4Z47hGEx8Wg/s320/IMGP0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was more prepared for this. Joanne is the one on the left. I'm on the right. I really like this dress. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is coming soon. That's great. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&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/2584217320154756962-4634881245956141441?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4634881245956141441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4634881245956141441' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4634881245956141441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4634881245956141441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-watch-here-is-really-lucky.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SUZzQVHiWHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/VkcqywGSWLo/s72-c/IMGP0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-7423606872815404070</id><published>2008-12-13T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:22:39.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Street 08</title><content type='html'>I just came back from Teen Street. Half dead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahahha&lt;/span&gt;. I slept at 3 this morning. We're girls, we HAD to chat after going back to the dorm at 2. Before that, we had a "party" and clean up of course. The party was filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; who were sleepy and half dead as well. I wouldn't really call it a Party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday May Lyn! Sorry really random now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to TS this year and joined the Service Team. Explains why I'm freaking tired mentally and physically. The experience was really different this time and was awesome and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had great roommates too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-7423606872815404070?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7423606872815404070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=7423606872815404070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7423606872815404070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7423606872815404070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/teen-street-08.html' title='Teen Street 08'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5713816613339437010</id><published>2008-11-27T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:43:25.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>No more SPM. No more for me. hahahah. So so so happy. and relieved. Most important I'm happy that I get to do more stuff now. On the list is definitely cleaning my room. It's impossible and most probably won't happen. But it's on the list. hahhaha. No.1 on the list, would be bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't baked in a long long time. So tmr, Wai Teng is coming over and we're BAKING. hahhahah. yeah man. So excited. Excited that SPM is no more too, for me la. Those fellas with accounts, so sorry for you guys man. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy, bliss and excitement and plain dizziness that SPM is no more is a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-5713816613339437010?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5713816613339437010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5713816613339437010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5713816613339437010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5713816613339437010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1305322641720955205</id><published>2008-11-09T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:44:59.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday today. I'm 17 today, that means I can drive soon. After I get my license, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day, for some weird reason, at times, I forgot the date. For exmaple, when I was registering, I actually asked Bao "What's the date today ah?" Then I was like, wait, it's my birthday. Okay. 9th of November. Must be SPM. hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun, other than the ang paos... My aunt baked me a cake. It's the first time she did it for me or anyone, I think. She even had frosting, fruits and decoration. With 17 candles on it, I felt nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I removed the cbox due to some very irritating, disturbing, disgusting, idiotic ppl. No worries, Joanne, it's not you dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-1305322641720955205?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1305322641720955205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1305322641720955205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1305322641720955205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1305322641720955205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3435974451708911785</id><published>2008-08-18T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:37:44.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>are meant to be holidays. It's too bad when you're in form 5 and facing SPM. Holidays before SPM are not holidays. I just had school today. Pitiful isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Chong Wei, I feel for ya. Feels like crap when you freaking lose when you REALLY want to WIN. hahahha. No really I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You Knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-3435974451708911785?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3435974451708911785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3435974451708911785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3435974451708911785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3435974451708911785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4209938319461722802</id><published>2008-08-16T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:34:31.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>Hangat (hot) News!! ahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going?" That's all they ask and you know what they're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is NO! ahahha. I was really scared to check, and the next day my friend did. hahah. Yes, I chicken out at Flying foxes and white water rafting and lots more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if the SMS thingy really works so I'll just check it out in the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the gril who lip-synched isn't that cute... I felt that the 7 year old Peiyi is cute too. Give her some make up and she'll look just as cute. Chubs is not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You Nice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4209938319461722802?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4209938319461722802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4209938319461722802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4209938319461722802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4209938319461722802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-service.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3352525376337500848</id><published>2008-08-09T20:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:13:39.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so You know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SJ2WYMIyUYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lnjVzV81kss/s1600-h/DSCN2700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232503684393488770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SJ2WYMIyUYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lnjVzV81kss/s320/DSCN2700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SJ2Vfhe_-4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/wsxfNvrPRA8/s1600-h/DSCN2644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232502710871260034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SJ2Vfhe_-4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/wsxfNvrPRA8/s320/DSCN2644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bet you never touched a roo before. Envy me. It's too bad the stupid picture is blurry. The kangaroos are really cute and fun. I touched a koala too. Lazy to put up pictures. Taken at the Australia Zoo. The Steve Irwin one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SJ2VFCSFS3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/IhIHQQnwEVY/s1600-h/DSCN2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232502255818984306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SJ2VFCSFS3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/IhIHQQnwEVY/s320/DSCN2207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a nice picture for any background. The coral thingy was found by Paul and I really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SJ2U4P0_ydI/AAAAAAAAAd0/t7Zy1IWbVZ0/s1600-h/DSCN2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232502036116785618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SJ2U4P0_ydI/AAAAAAAAAd0/t7Zy1IWbVZ0/s320/DSCN2108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're thinking So what? It's sand. But this sand is really cool. It makes really squeeky sounds when you rub your feet on it, and whenever you take another step, little air bubbles appear. Cute miny air bubbles that look like little pimples that burst and stayed as scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Australia for about 2 to 3 weeks and these are a few pictures I'd like to show you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&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/2584217320154756962-3352525376337500848?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3352525376337500848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3352525376337500848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3352525376337500848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3352525376337500848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so You know'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/SJ2WYMIyUYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lnjVzV81kss/s72-c/DSCN2700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1410519278141540662</id><published>2008-08-09T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:54:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The real Tag.</title><content type='html'>I did the wrong tag just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which team are you supporting for the grand Olympics 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which shirt design do you like most ?&lt;br /&gt;Good question. For which event? I like the red in China's swimming cap. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you like to meet and get his/her autograph if you're given a chance to meet them?&lt;br /&gt;Yao Ming. Sooo tall. hahahha. It be nice to meet someone over 2 metres tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your favourite team(s) be an overall winner for the grand olympics 2008?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno really. I want them to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments bout the grand opening :&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, spectacular and pretty. Yes the giant footsteps were just WOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-1410519278141540662?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1410519278141540662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1410519278141540662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1410519278141540662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1410519278141540662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-tag.html' title='The real Tag.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5645490677317995452</id><published>2008-08-09T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:56:26.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Lyn</title><content type='html'>Instructions :Remove one question from below and add in your own question, make it a total 20 questions.- Then tag 8 people from your list.- List them out at the end of the post.- Notify them that they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you miss ur high school teacher and frens?&lt;br /&gt;I saw them yest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. List out two gifts you’d like to receive.&lt;br /&gt;iphone and dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who did you text most lately?&lt;br /&gt;May Lyn and Arika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;16,turning 17 this november&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the latest thing you bought with your own money?&lt;br /&gt;Train Ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. State 3 people of the opposite sex that first comes to your mind.&lt;br /&gt;James, Luke and Yao Ming (is too tall. 7 foot 4')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who do you wish to get married ?&lt;br /&gt;Must be tall. not too tall like Yao Ming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Getting married is going to heaven or to grave?&lt;br /&gt;Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Ask the tall guy. Whoever he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;With God yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where is the latest restaurant you have dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Nikko hotel. the ground floor one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Name the latest book you bought?&lt;br /&gt;A peribahasa dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you believe in God ?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Male or Female?&lt;br /&gt;I am a female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name the first person that comes into your mind now.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. I just did my Bible Knowlegde studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 When is your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;hahha. Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. State one craziest thing that you’ve done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Ask Arika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.what would you like to do if god gives you an extra bonus time while others dont?&lt;br /&gt;ooh, study and lose weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag yourself sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-5645490677317995452?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5645490677317995452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5645490677317995452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5645490677317995452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5645490677317995452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-by-lyn.html' title='Tagged by Lyn'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4217989119587343306</id><published>2008-08-09T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:25:26.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Continued from the last post. The fireworks was really pretty, watching every bit till now was worth it. And today really is a day to remember. My Bible Knowledge class celebrated our teacher's Birthday today. The original birthdate is last sat I think? Was great and fun. Anyway, soon the hols are coming I doubt I'll be going anywhere. SPM trials are coming. Am a bit nervous bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4217989119587343306?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4217989119587343306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4217989119587343306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4217989119587343306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4217989119587343306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1771298643712253270</id><published>2008-08-08T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:17:51.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.08.08</title><content type='html'>Great date isn't it? Really happy today, for many reasons. Anyway, the Beijing Olympics!! The opening ceremony was breath-taking, impressive and interesting! Was awesome!! I really liked the cute girl on the piano. The clothes are all colourful and elaborate. Very nice. Although it started to get boring when the athletes came in. 204 countries or something like that. Takes forever! Gotta go continue. China just came out, Yao Ming is huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-1771298643712253270?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1771298643712253270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1771298643712253270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1771298643712253270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1771298643712253270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='08.08.08'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-2014173425984568192</id><published>2008-05-03T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:45:29.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Busy!</title><content type='html'>I seriously have no idea how in the world did I get so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first there was chess. yes, i play chess. I managed to represent the zone. That's good OKAY!!!! hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Drama. Oh that one. Oh yeah, we lost like crazy. hahahaha. Whatever, those guys had fun. Oggling at guys. I got the warning for that though.... I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was debate. I got BEST SPEAKER!!!! Proud of that. WE lost though..... hahhaha. That same guy went for the BM debate as well. They won as well. Our school lost to them as well. hahhaha. Had fun though... Their third speaker was fun... She was tiny and chubby and had a squeaky voice. Like a squirel!!! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's tuition. totally regret not listening in class last year. I now have tuition for form 4 subjects as well. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have Bible Knowledge as a subject for BK. Good thing about it. I've come closer to God. Really... and the bad thing, I just spent my last week catching up for Luke as I just had a major test. By the end of that exam, my last question... My hand became numb. Oooh, and then it hurt... hahah. I forced my hand to continue writing, I hope Ms Moey will have her eyes intact by the time she finishes my paper. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to TRY to not study for the diagnostics. I heard that that's how they decide how hard SPM would be. I would be in so much shit trouble after this but really, like I care? hahhahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try my best to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-2014173425984568192?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2014173425984568192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=2014173425984568192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2014173425984568192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2014173425984568192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/really-busy.html' title='Really Busy!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-2595096497458728416</id><published>2008-03-23T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:25:46.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think Deline tagged me first.</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't need the blessings. I just need the ones from GOD. Seeing that I need to update my blog, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is your all-time inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;My dad maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you given your first kiss away?&lt;br /&gt;Yes? To my mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you? Why?&lt;br /&gt;James my brother, as he has to suffer with me.&lt;br /&gt;Paul cause he's smart&lt;br /&gt;And someone who can't swim... Can't leave alone on the island. hahha. Vanessa. Hehehhe. I can swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;For now, Japan. I really want to be there immersed in their language with everyone around me speaking in some funny language. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To be wise. Or be in Heaven with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;It does appear right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Give half to God and charity and the other half split into quarters 3/4 for my dad and mum and 1/4 for me. Then with that money, I'll &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;try my best&lt;/span&gt; to use wisely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Deliney's honesty, straight forwardness and brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;I'll take whatever God gives but if I have a choice, listen to everything I say.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;One that pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;For now, I don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how big it is? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with God, and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;No, a little bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;My sins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Whats the last shocking thing you’ve seen or heard?&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Grant in Pop. hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What makes you feel disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;Bad results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok Siang, I'll do yours another time? hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-2595096497458728416?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2595096497458728416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=2595096497458728416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2595096497458728416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2595096497458728416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-deline-tagged-me-first.html' title='I think Deline tagged me first.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3943462179904856302</id><published>2008-02-29T18:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fivAPLEuI/AAAAAAAAAds/W-cuZAXkFSY/s1600-h/IMGP0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172351994203673314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fivAPLEuI/AAAAAAAAAds/W-cuZAXkFSY/s320/IMGP0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fiigPLEtI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GufeGpJGgq0/s1600-h/IMGP0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172351779455308498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fiigPLEtI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GufeGpJGgq0/s320/IMGP0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her shoes and Skirt. SOOO pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8ficAPLEsI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QEj_shom27Y/s1600-h/IMGP0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172351667786158786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8ficAPLEsI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QEj_shom27Y/s320/IMGP0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vanessa's shoes. SOOOO Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fiDAPLErI/AAAAAAAAAdU/UlLlEbxe4PE/s1600-h/IMGP0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172351238289429170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fiDAPLErI/AAAAAAAAAdU/UlLlEbxe4PE/s320/IMGP0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul and My sister in Law, Britt-Marie, My nieces, Vanessa and Queenie and Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fhSwPLEqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/eHwIIj6Z4eU/s1600-h/IMGP0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172350409360741026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fhSwPLEqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/eHwIIj6Z4eU/s320/IMGP0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin, Li Mei, my niece, Vanessa and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fhMQPLEpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/9CLWSDpm6W4/s1600-h/IMGP0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172350297691591314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fhMQPLEpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/9CLWSDpm6W4/s320/IMGP0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Queenie and I. My niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fgSAPLEoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dq37TyC_w-U/s1600-h/IMGP0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172349296964211330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fgSAPLEoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dq37TyC_w-U/s320/IMGP0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vanessa, Mark and I. Chinese New Year at my Kau mo's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to Maroon 5's concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to Leaplings and Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know something, the other day, I left my MP3 in my pants and it went into the wash. It came out when my dad was hanging the clothes. SHIT!!! Even though some part of the screen cracked the thing still works!! Memory card and earphones and all!! ahhahha. At first, it didn't work la... but after drying the memory card it worked. ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making a daily schedule now... I pray I'll use it. ahhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, my cousin held an amazing big party for my niece as she's going to serve in NS. It was at The Millenium. So everything was okay till I saw this guy. I mean he was walking sooo fast I recognized him as the Chef in Black. You know, the guy on channel AFC? Then, I forgot about it thinking that I was dreaming or something. I later asked one of the ladies to find out. Turns out it is him!! hahah. And then later on, my parents talked to him, then my niece and me. My niece and I managed to get one pic with him. Sad thing is, in real life, he doesn't look as big or tall. He's got extremely good looks. Really. Only in pictures, he doesn't look that great. ahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what!! On monday, there'll be some Japanese exchange students visiting my school. They visit us every year. Different Japanese students of course! I had my chance in the year 2005. I was 14. wow. That year, we taught them how to make batik. This year, we're teaching them how to make ketupats. Super tough. So I can make them nicely now, but as for teaching my Jap friend that will be a challenge. Anyway, these girls look cute, and pretty. Quite fair and really pink cheeks. Will show picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gavin Degraw's latest song In Love with a Girl is awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go to Switchfoot's concert in the end. My brother didn't want to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still want a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided to actually reach my weight goal this year. Am damn determined!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/strong&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-3943462179904856302?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3943462179904856302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3943462179904856302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3943462179904856302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3943462179904856302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/latest.html' title='Latest'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R8fivAPLEuI/AAAAAAAAAds/W-cuZAXkFSY/s72-c/IMGP0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-6968740172381279817</id><published>2008-01-27T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:40:32.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need those Ang Pau's!!!</title><content type='html'>I do. I'm going to Switchfoot's concert. The money came out of my own pocket okay! I danced for the Merdeka thingy and got a tiny amount of money and I just forked it out to pay the that concert. Better be worth it. Now, I am only listening to their songs. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I NEED the MONEY. My wallet empty. So just agree with me that when the amount of ang pau money is small you feel sad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what's annoying me even more, my money is running off like crazy. Like the other day, I paid 50 bucks for 2 class T-Shirts. It's my last year. Gone. But that money was given. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of doing that picture tag soon. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-6968740172381279817?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6968740172381279817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=6968740172381279817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6968740172381279817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6968740172381279817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-need-those-ang-paus.html' title='I need those Ang Pau&apos;s!!!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4701526630953859303</id><published>2008-01-25T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:05:18.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Pau (Red Packets)</title><content type='html'>As far as i can remember, Ang Paus come every new year. An exciting time of the year, where you meet up your beloved cousins, funny aunties, uncles, cute nieces and nephews. It's also a time, where we enjoy amazing food and drinks. Other than that, there's also the entertaining lion dance and noisy music. But hey, that's Chinese New Year. Am looking forward to it. And of course Ang Pau's are a great bonus. What's inside could matter if you care and it wouldn't matter if you don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is, when I get a small amount, I'll be thinking, what the??? Man!!! They gave me only * ringgit......  and feel a little funny afterwards. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year, means new stuff. hahahahhahaha. New clothes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4701526630953859303?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4701526630953859303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4701526630953859303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4701526630953859303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4701526630953859303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/ang-pau-red-packets.html' title='Ang Pau (Red Packets)'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1524373918592065507</id><published>2008-01-24T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:30:02.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dog.</title><content type='html'>I want a dog. I just read a book called Marley and Me. Thumbs up!! Makes me want a dog more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick does suck. I am sick at the  moment. You know which part of being sick suck the most?? The swallowing of pills. I have a tough time swallowing pills. I choke and finally swallow it. Sometimes I feel it moving down. Ugh.... And after the damn pills are finally in my stomach, I have teary eyes and shortness of breath. Shortness of breath happens because I don't like swallowing air. Which happens most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Paul and Britt-Marie is back. I got my watch!!! Yeah!! Love it, can go 30m deep. Which I think is the average depth that most watches can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss James. Really I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dinner time. Porridge and bread has been my main meal. Most of the time in small amounts for a 9 year old child. I can't eat a lot. I just feel like vomiting. Drinking a cup of water makes me feel full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was down at Johor Bahru as Uncle Liew passed away. This man isn't my relative but a caring, kind, old church friend. We visit him every time we go down to JB. It's the first and last place we go down at JB.  So he always greets us with many goodies such as Goreng Pisang and treats like chips and everything. He gives my dad and mum coffee and also Brand's Chicken Essence. He's 79 this year. He passed away on Monday the 21st of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind, generous, loving and caring old man. I think he used to bring my brothers out to eat Nasi Lemak and everything. Do pray for his wife and his daughter who is the only child and has gotten her father's wonderful characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-1524373918592065507?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1524373918592065507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1524373918592065507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1524373918592065507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1524373918592065507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/dog.html' title='A dog.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-7516736741712753926</id><published>2008-01-10T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:16:07.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's started!!</title><content type='html'>about a week ago. Since then, the blogging feel has left me. hahahha. I wonder why? hahah. So I just need to update my blog. As for what's going on now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Up and coming Recycling project. Give me recyclable stuff please!!&lt;br /&gt;-When's drama and debate? I do both.&lt;br /&gt;-School's marathon. Need to start training dy. My last year of school weh!!&lt;br /&gt;-James leaving tmr.&lt;br /&gt;-Paul coming back on the 19th with his wife, Britt-Marie.&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese New Year!! looking forward to it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-7516736741712753926?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7516736741712753926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=7516736741712753926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7516736741712753926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/7516736741712753926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/school.html' title='School&apos;s started!!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5928574733905160205</id><published>2008-01-01T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:53:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know it's kinda late but it's my blog right? So Merry Belated Christmas and Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, when the New Year comes, we have resolutions or stuff like that. I always set them and I never reach my goal. hahah. Oh wait, I DID reach my PMR goal though. hahahha. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year means New start. Yeah, SPM. Forget bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my goals for this year:&lt;br /&gt;1. SPM secret Goal. hahha. Not telling you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Figure out for real what I wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;3. Try doing my quiet time properly. Sometimes, I just rush through and DONE!.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lose 10kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Paul for getting me a new watch. That's nice. This would mean that I can swim and watch the time. Thus, I will try my best to lose that 10 kg. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Dorothy just got married. So congrats! She's 23 and her husband is Jan Bond... yeah, serious. She was his girlfriend for about 6 years. WOw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all for now. Oh yes, The Emperor's New Groove is quite amusing and funny. A little bit la. hahaha. And the X-Men trilogy really is good. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-5928574733905160205?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5928574733905160205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5928574733905160205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5928574733905160205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5928574733905160205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4765281254465814673</id><published>2007-12-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:39.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Finally Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v3YNVQmgI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mJND1xk-c3U/s1600-h/IMGP2421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146478994468674050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v3YNVQmgI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mJND1xk-c3U/s320/IMGP2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm in the green shirt, Jo in the black shirt, Veronica hiding behind Barbara in the brown shirt, Amelia in the purple shirt and Li Van is in the White shirt next to D-Way And Deborah in the pinkish white shirt in a skirt and James who is sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v279VQmfI/AAAAAAAAAck/ezEOn9mknM8/s1600-h/IMGP2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146478509137369586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v279VQmfI/AAAAAAAAAck/ezEOn9mknM8/s320/IMGP2419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My TIM team. We're the greatest and we were the one and only team anyway. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v2rtVQmeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/giuSHiM__zI/s1600-h/IMGP2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146478229964495330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v2rtVQmeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/giuSHiM__zI/s320/IMGP2403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia and I.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146479299411352082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v3p9VQmhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4XDacil4ztA/s320/IMGP2426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She does ballet. And It was really funny when she throws the Frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v2XdVQmdI/AAAAAAAAAcU/AkPczq82hr0/s1600-h/IMGP2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146477882072144338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v2XdVQmdI/AAAAAAAAAcU/AkPczq82hr0/s320/IMGP2401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v2M9VQmcI/AAAAAAAAAcM/14hWiRFk_WA/s1600-h/IMGP2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146477701683517890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v2M9VQmcI/AAAAAAAAAcM/14hWiRFk_WA/s320/IMGP2398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random stuff. ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v19tVQmbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ngdVyVL4ZN8/s1600-h/IMGP2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146477439690512818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v19tVQmbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ngdVyVL4ZN8/s320/IMGP2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place where I stayed in Sentul for the Teens-In-Mission. Look at the pink bag, it's mine and the bed is mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v0w9VQmaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/VsGnKwrCctA/s1600-h/IMGP2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146476121135552930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v0w9VQmaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/VsGnKwrCctA/s320/IMGP2351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jo and I playing chess. I'm losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vyGdVQmZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/v70k7AZgxsw/s1600-h/IMGP2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146473191967857042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vyGdVQmZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/v70k7AZgxsw/s320/IMGP2350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These guys were my T-I-M team mates. Great guys. FRom left: Amelia, DEborah and Barbara, both are on the Doulos and Li Van. Barbara is from Pharoah Islands I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vx3dVQmYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/x6xT3urDWXc/s1600-h/IMGP2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146472934269819266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vx3dVQmYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/x6xT3urDWXc/s320/IMGP2340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I need a new watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vxntVQmXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/DZF-52P81OQ/s1600-h/IMGP2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146472663686879602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vxntVQmXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/DZF-52P81OQ/s320/IMGP2338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The meeting hasn't started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vxWtVQmWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xgBfLCKQH1E/s1600-h/IMGP2326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146472371629103458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vxWtVQmWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xgBfLCKQH1E/s320/IMGP2326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meeting= Boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vwuNVQmVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QYTXsq2dvf0/s1600-h/IMGP2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146471675844401490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vwuNVQmVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QYTXsq2dvf0/s320/IMGP2309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meeting= Boring! Jo is paying attention. hahha. Unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vvytVQmUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/QvQ4FYvuHPc/s1600-h/IMGP2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146470653642185026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vvytVQmUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/QvQ4FYvuHPc/s320/IMGP2301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deborah was bored I guess. Look at her face? hahah. From left: Deborah, Jo behind deborah, Barbara, D-Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vvh9VQmTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/iDyaPTd4-Us/s1600-h/IMGP2300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146470365879376178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vvh9VQmTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/iDyaPTd4-Us/s320/IMGP2300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the meeting for the Youth meeting. We were organising the youth meeting. Veronica is behind the plant, from left: Amelia, me, Li Van, and DEborah. I had no idea she was doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vvMNVQmSI/AAAAAAAAAa8/b8Xlbzrqw6I/s1600-h/IMGP2294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146469992217221410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vvMNVQmSI/AAAAAAAAAa8/b8Xlbzrqw6I/s320/IMGP2294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vtbdVQmRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/A7qmqx0ScJE/s1600-h/IMGP2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146468055186970898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vtbdVQmRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/A7qmqx0ScJE/s320/IMGP2270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amelia, also another girl on the one and only T-I-M team in Malaysia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vtFtVQmQI/AAAAAAAAAas/y-esFixMDO0/s1600-h/IMGP2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146467681524816130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vtFtVQmQI/AAAAAAAAAas/y-esFixMDO0/s320/IMGP2267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the kids who joined us on one of the nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vsvtVQmPI/AAAAAAAAAak/8O7tCKxMThQ/s1600-h/IMGP2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146467303567694066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vsvtVQmPI/AAAAAAAAAak/8O7tCKxMThQ/s320/IMGP2266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hand, candid pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vsKtVQmOI/AAAAAAAAAac/xdjDyIGJkrw/s1600-h/IMGP2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146466667912534242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vsKtVQmOI/AAAAAAAAAac/xdjDyIGJkrw/s320/IMGP2247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo, you act well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vo8tVQmNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/dC8jSdDjs5Y/s1600-h/IMGP2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146463128859482322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vo8tVQmNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/dC8jSdDjs5Y/s320/IMGP2235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; James, the second guy other than D-Way on the One and only T-I-M team. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vmSNVQmMI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KdFDbJZZQQk/s1600-h/IMGP2222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146460199691786434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vmSNVQmMI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KdFDbJZZQQk/s320/IMGP2222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo sitting on the chair to balance the thing. I was pasting the funny papers on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vlzdVQmLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/c_52JiAwzAE/s1600-h/IMGP2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146459671410809010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vlzdVQmLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/c_52JiAwzAE/s320/IMGP2215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, cleaning the fans. Being tall has it's ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vlkdVQmKI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JN_vQLt01RY/s1600-h/IMGP2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146459413712771234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vlkdVQmKI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JN_vQLt01RY/s320/IMGP2229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Deborah, she's German. And She's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vk0dVQmII/AAAAAAAAAZs/UM0GmhvsGWo/s1600-h/IMGP2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146458589079050370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vk0dVQmII/AAAAAAAAAZs/UM0GmhvsGWo/s320/IMGP2217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Brandy, he's the dog at the place where we stayed. Really friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2viCtVQmHI/AAAAAAAAAZk/txK3OZ0DVAY/s1600-h/IMGP2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146455535357302898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2viCtVQmHI/AAAAAAAAAZk/txK3OZ0DVAY/s320/IMGP2216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is D-Way. Also known as Daddy Way. ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vgddVQmFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/k34NaUYGUDo/s1600-h/IMGP2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146453795895547986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2vgddVQmFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/k34NaUYGUDo/s320/IMGP2480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I was at Shaf's Farewell sleepover on the same day I came back from TIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2taQNVQmEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LHm_gjvGgC8/s1600-h/IMGP2478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146306233704159298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2taQNVQmEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LHm_gjvGgC8/s320/IMGP2478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivian is still taller than me. Not FAIR!!. ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tZ_9VQmDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kx2-k8oQ73w/s1600-h/IMGP2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146305954531285042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tZ_9VQmDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kx2-k8oQ73w/s320/IMGP2476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivian was excited about bacon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tYdtVQmCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ULYZqpKfrps/s1600-h/IMGP2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146304266609137698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tYdtVQmCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ULYZqpKfrps/s320/IMGP2474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look!! There's Bacon, Scrambled eggs, and French Toast. All of which Vivian cooked. And there's milk. And Apple juice. And Lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tX49VQmAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/wi6CM8SLjRY/s1600-h/IMGP2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146303635248945154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tX49VQmAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/wi6CM8SLjRY/s320/IMGP2470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xiow Wei, Vivian and I. And Vivian was cooking Breakfast for us. I never in my life would forsee Loy Vi Vian cook me and the rest breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tXhNVQl_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/RzrtPDl_Q74/s1600-h/IMGP2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146303227227052018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tXhNVQl_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/RzrtPDl_Q74/s320/IMGP2456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: Iks, Left: Xiow Wei, Kar Mun, Mich and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tXRNVQl-I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Gob_dnFcbFM/s1600-h/IMGP2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146302952349145058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tXRNVQl-I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Gob_dnFcbFM/s320/IMGP2432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KLCC. Nice picture, Don't you agree? I took this from Shaf's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tVJNVQl7I/AAAAAAAAAYE/T34I0iUhBFE/s1600-h/IMGP0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146300615886935986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tVJNVQl7I/AAAAAAAAAYE/T34I0iUhBFE/s320/IMGP0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken at Port Dickson. I was there for about 3 days. With Kit Yi and family. I went there on the same day I left Shaf's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tT29VQl6I/AAAAAAAAAX8/vfM_BnNUGaY/s1600-h/IMGP2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146299202842695586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2tT29VQl6I/AAAAAAAAAX8/vfM_BnNUGaY/s320/IMGP2489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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&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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So all in all. I spent 4 days away. Came into my house for about 2-3 hours and went to Shaf's place, and the next day I went to PD. On the same day I came back we hadd Chrismas practice. Finally things are actually slowing down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tmr, I still have to buy 4 watermelons, christmas pressies, and to wrap the presents and bake some cookies. And collect THAT OVEN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4765281254465814673?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4765281254465814673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4765281254465814673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4765281254465814673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4765281254465814673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='I&apos;m Finally Back!!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R2v3YNVQmgI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mJND1xk-c3U/s72-c/IMGP2421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5428309004612320387</id><published>2007-12-11T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:28:43.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick.</title><content type='html'>So, I came back early. I've been sick for 3 days. So I'll try my best to get well before TiM. hahha. Being sick sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-5428309004612320387?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5428309004612320387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5428309004612320387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5428309004612320387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5428309004612320387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-8354946741981421313</id><published>2007-12-07T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:58:00.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Street.</title><content type='html'>Yesh, I'll be going to a camp called Teen Street tomorrow and it'll end on the 13th. And on the 13th itself I'll be going to Teens-In-Mission. In other words, I'll be back on the 16th. By that time, I think my other brother James will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to TIM more than TS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Party on the 23rd. Christmas Carolling house-to-house on the 24th. Let me know if interested. It's an experience. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-8354946741981421313?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8354946741981421313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=8354946741981421313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/8354946741981421313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/8354946741981421313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/teen-street.html' title='Teen Street.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5293948746080911235</id><published>2007-12-01T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:40.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R1F_ICGcbMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YSvdvuMj7Vo/s1600-R/IMGP2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139028425786027202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R1F_ICGcbMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/5w7E-F_SIV4/s320/IMGP2187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Relaxing at the beach at Cherating. hahah. Very windy and the waves were awesome. After a while, I went down the beach to dig a hole. So deep, I went in and I become a few feet shorter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R1F-3CGcbLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tWyk--onpZE/s1600-R/IMGP2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139028133728251058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R1F-3CGcbLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/sdlsZs-WySo/s320/IMGP2194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning, I wake up and sit there. I read the newspapers and enjoy my Vico. hahah. Very relaxing. Every room in Impiana looks out into the sea. See it? Or the sun too glaring? hahhaha. Lotsa coconut trees too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the title. There was this time when one of my friends typed it out, I was confused. And when I said it out I understood. It's Busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, have been really busy. And this year's hols is just flying away, time flies. Just like that guy Tozer said, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;time is non-renewable&lt;/span&gt;, or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just watched Miss World. The People's Republic of China won. She was really pretty. It was funny when the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sash fell to her feet&lt;/span&gt;. hahah. She was celebrating and totally forgot about it. She brought it up to her shoulder later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Derrick's party anyway, and Lyn told me that it was at Secret Recipe at KLCC. I went to the concierge to find out where it was and then I realized. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's NO Secret Recipe in KLCC.&lt;/span&gt; I was like what the? I panicked. I came all the way from &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bangsar to KLCC&lt;/span&gt; for a party and the place doesn't exist. I sent a sms to Lyn. She tried calling me and I called her back. Only to find out that it's new and near A&amp;amp;W. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139029151635500242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R1F_ySGcbNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/frZ2MkvP1oc/s320/IMGP2196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Press the head!! No la. It didn't happen. We didn't want to spoil the cake. It was a brownie. hahah. Chewy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139030818082811138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R1GBTSGcbQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qzDnUrJqerg/s320/IMGP2200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jimi is stuck. Vi tried to help him get out and I caught this face. So sorry man!! I also didn't mean to leave you out of the train. ahhaha. I got into the train fast because you said "Run like Destiny." Destiny is a horse from the movie Enchanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139030590449544434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R1GBGCGcbPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cjyYyZDDsuA/s320/IMGP2199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at that, why did you do that anyway? ahahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched Enchanted. Seriously, this time I'm dissapointed with Disney. I mean, who dumps a 5 year relationship for another girl whom you met a few days ago? Oh yeah, it's not as funny as I thought it would be. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Friday morning I was at the dentist. I looked up to the ceiling and saw Homer and Marge. I wanted and needed to smile really badly but his tools were in my mouth. hahah. I didn't smile. And then I looked at his face, wow. Concentrating as if his life depended on it. hahah. I now know that I have to cut down on chocolate. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eunice W.&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/2584217320154756962-5293948746080911235?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5293948746080911235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5293948746080911235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5293948746080911235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5293948746080911235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/bz.html' title='BZ.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R1F_ICGcbMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/5w7E-F_SIV4/s72-c/IMGP2187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-6794636442461901802</id><published>2007-11-30T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:42.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R08BMz67siI/AAAAAAAAAXE/r2S2vOAC7WA/s1600-h/IMGP2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138327019460473378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R08BMz67siI/AAAAAAAAAXE/r2S2vOAC7WA/s320/IMGP2089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole and I at the Tea Plantation. BOH tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R08AVD67shI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Uzfegz4KeRQ/s1600-h/IMGP2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138326061682766354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R08AVD67shI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Uzfegz4KeRQ/s320/IMGP2165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomatoes!! Sweet and Juicy. I tried the Cherry tomatoes. We went to Ann Choo's Aunt's Vegetable Farm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07_5D67sgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BeTf2pgtMiQ/s1600-h/IMGP2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138325580646429186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07_5D67sgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BeTf2pgtMiQ/s320/IMGP2151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're at Cameron Highlands, Strawberries are a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07_Kz67sfI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-bgpwn2QbwM/s1600-h/IMGP2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138324786077479410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07_Kz67sfI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-bgpwn2QbwM/s320/IMGP2161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is cute. Look at the Chillies properly. They're growing upwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07-8T67seI/AAAAAAAAAWk/I07yje3Ew8o/s1600-h/IMGP0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138324536969376226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07-8T67seI/AAAAAAAAAWk/I07yje3Ew8o/s320/IMGP0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Tea Plantation, tea is now a must, and with tea comes dessert. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07-vj67sdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HfK32Rzw7so/s1600-h/IMGP0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138324317926044114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07-vj67sdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HfK32Rzw7so/s320/IMGP0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the beautiful view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07-Ij67scI/AAAAAAAAAWU/sr256f-ADo4/s1600-h/IMGP0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138323647911145922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07-Ij67scI/AAAAAAAAAWU/sr256f-ADo4/s320/IMGP0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ann Choo's Aunt's Vegetables. It's Butterheads and red corals. It's a type of lettuce I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R075JT67sbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/r3pcu7XoDLQ/s1600-h/IMGP2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138318163237908914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R075JT67sbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/r3pcu7XoDLQ/s320/IMGP2160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cactus!! This wasn't sharp. Although there was one which pulled at my skin and didn't let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R073zT67saI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wiALBLKtJ5k/s1600-h/IMGP2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138316685769159074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R073zT67saI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wiALBLKtJ5k/s320/IMGP2035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lotsa nice flowers at Cameron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R073Pz67sZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ik-vgz2cLlM/s1600-h/IMGP2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138316075883803026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R073Pz67sZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ik-vgz2cLlM/s320/IMGP2025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More pretty flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R070qz67sYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OXv25_0jGbs/s1600-h/IMGP1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138313241205387650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R070qz67sYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OXv25_0jGbs/s320/IMGP1976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dead crab on the beach at Cherating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R070bj67sXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/i3qe8Z-JT6w/s1600-h/IMGP1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138312979212382578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R070bj67sXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/i3qe8Z-JT6w/s320/IMGP1947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice flowers arranged and floating on the water at Impiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07zOz67sWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xdftqYSsDwk/s1600-h/IMGP1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138311660657422690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07zOz67sWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xdftqYSsDwk/s320/IMGP1721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The swimming pool and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07yWD67sVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TmC6wn8FMvU/s1600-h/IMGP1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138310685699846482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07yWD67sVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TmC6wn8FMvU/s320/IMGP1702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuffed Crabs!!! Yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07xsj67sUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kiyHAr7Pcg4/s1600-h/IMGP1718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138309972735275330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R07xsj67sUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kiyHAr7Pcg4/s320/IMGP1718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I looked at this pic and found that my hair actually behaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesh, I am back from Cameron Highlands for my church camp and Cherating for just another holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this world, who can seriously tell me that they don't like holidays. I am ENJOYING mine. ahhaha. I find my time flying pass me this year. I'm gonna miss this year, when next year comes. I can see that, with SPM and all that, my holidays will be CUT short... I'm really sad right now thinking bout it. But, that's life isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, am going to visit the dentist tomorrow. Wonder what will he say now? hahaha. His name is Dr. Jason Cheong. I like the ceiling, he has like a wide variety of interesting pictures and things to look at. And sometimes, he plays nice music. hahhaha. And one of the thingy he sprays tastes like Lemon. Nice isn't it? I'm excited!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday shoutout to Derrick. I'm supposed to be at the party tomorrow eh? I think I might still be at the dentist's. hahah. So, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the 8th, I'll be going to Teen Street. Which has stopped me from going to My Chemical Romance's concert on the 9th. Mark, my brother, is going. It's a pity. But honestly, I only like their recent album. My favourite is definitely I Don't Love You. Come on, look at his face on the video. He looks like he's really hurting. hahaha. And of course, there's Teenagers. Nice Emo song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back from Teen Street on the 13th. And I'll be going for Teens-In-Mission after that. So basically, if you want me to meet you. You have to tell me really early. I'm sorry if I've rejected you time and time again. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is coming UP!!! Yeah!!! Basically, my church is going carolling, so if you want to see Old School Carolling, let me know. You can join us. Experience it too!! hahah. There's also a Christmas Party. So if anyone wants to go for that too, let me know too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 2.22am. In other words, I've been on since I came back today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eunice.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-6794636442461901802?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6794636442461901802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=6794636442461901802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6794636442461901802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6794636442461901802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-back.html' title='I am back.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/R08BMz67siI/AAAAAAAAAXE/r2S2vOAC7WA/s72-c/IMGP2089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3737434712577079818</id><published>2007-11-22T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:58:42.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellanous?</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday shout out to Nikki!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday shout out to Adeline!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want to say sorry to Lyn and Denise!! I'm sorry I couldn't make it. Sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got tagged again.&lt;br /&gt;PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU AGAIN IS: Denise And Boey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smart, Really she is SUPER DUPER Smart.&lt;br /&gt;2. Good Friend&lt;br /&gt;3. Pretty&lt;br /&gt;4. Smiles lots.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nice personality. Sweet, humble, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Boey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dances REALLY WELL!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Love her sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;3. Good straight-forward person, and honest&lt;br /&gt;4. Can speak better chinese than me. Even though she is PURE BANANA.&lt;br /&gt;5. Super Straight hair? hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought me lotsa stuff. Like through Add Maths and Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Straight-forward. And honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE SAID TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.... I can't remember. Since it was really Science-ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Boey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your chinese Really Sucks La!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Denise and Boey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a nice Guy for them..... Cause, I'm not smart enough??? And cause I can't speak chinese? No la. I'm a girl. She's a girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, THE REASON WILL BE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt she can be an enemy to anyone? hhahahah. kkk. She'll be my enemy if she doesn't teach me? I doubt that too. She'll be willing to teach me no matter how many times I ask her..... Okay.... Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Boey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If she has better English, it's bad enough she can speak better chinese and cantonese!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, tmr, going for Church Camp!!! hahahha. Whee!! Strawberries are coming my way. And Ann has promised me PANCAKES!!! I'm growing Fatter!! hahha. But I've given up on "The Diet"... Whatever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let me know if I've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is going to be full of Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-3737434712577079818?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3737434712577079818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3737434712577079818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3737434712577079818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3737434712577079818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/miscellanous.html' title='Miscellanous?'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4257865391924357575</id><published>2007-11-17T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T17:43:40.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh again</title><content type='html'>PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; IS:&lt;br /&gt;Tan May Lyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Smiles too much too.&lt;br /&gt;2. Reliable&lt;br /&gt;3. Honest?&lt;br /&gt;4. Sweet&lt;br /&gt;5. Humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Smile too. And was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE SAID TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL:&lt;br /&gt;Never forgive her too. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, THE REASON WILL BE:&lt;br /&gt;She became a Lesbian again. hahahhha. Kidding. Well, She gossips bout me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4257865391924357575?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4257865391924357575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4257865391924357575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4257865391924357575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4257865391924357575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/sigh-again.html' title='*Sigh again'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4577706852927853475</id><published>2007-11-17T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T17:39:15.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh</title><content type='html'>LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR:&lt;br /&gt;1. A nicer watch. One that can go 30 feet into the water and be all right. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;2. A blood test.&lt;br /&gt;3. A newer Bible.&lt;br /&gt;4. A new pair of glasses. I slept in them again.&lt;br /&gt;5. Spices to cook. Not pepper and salt. Those I have. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS: Joanne Chong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Smiles too much. Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;2. Persistent&lt;br /&gt;3. Smart?? I guess? I dunno&lt;br /&gt;4. Clear complexion. Pretty lar!&lt;br /&gt;5. Humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE SAID TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;"Err, Eunice can I follow you home?" I was like "WHAT??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL:&lt;br /&gt;Never forgive her. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, THE REASON WILL BE:&lt;br /&gt;She became a Lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS THE QUIZ TO 10 PEOPLE THAT YOU WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Michelle Low&lt;br /&gt;2. James Wang&lt;br /&gt;3. Adeline Chua&lt;br /&gt;4. Bao.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ann&lt;br /&gt;6. May Lyn&lt;br /&gt;7. Denise&lt;br /&gt;8. Angie?&lt;br /&gt;9. Vivian maybe?&lt;br /&gt;10. Ashleigh Leong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS NO. 7 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Duncan right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS NO. 9 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF NO.9 AND NO.1 ARE TOGETHER, WILL IT BE A GOOD THING?&lt;br /&gt;No. They'll be another set of lesbains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ABOUT NO. 1 AND NO. 5?&lt;br /&gt;Die. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS NO. 3 STUDYING?&lt;br /&gt;English, Bahasa Melayu, English for Science and Technology, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Add Maths, Maths, Moral?? haha. Science class? Still in high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU CHATTED WITH NO. 6?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES NO. 4 WORK?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAH. Yes and no. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES NO. 8 HAS ANY COUSIN IN HIS/HER OWN SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. What's the point of this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU WOO NO. 8?&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO!!!. She's my tail?? hahahhah. Plus, I am not a lesbian. This is a stupid Tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ABOUT NO. 5?&lt;br /&gt;Die. No no no no no no. Not even in my WORST Nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES NO. 2 HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm one of them and he has 3 other brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW ABOUT NO.3&lt;br /&gt;I was in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO.4?&lt;br /&gt;I was in her class too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DOES NO.1 LIVE AT?&lt;br /&gt;Tiara Ampnag right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW NO.2?&lt;br /&gt;Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS NO.5 THE SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;Dream on babe! hahahah. She's got nice hair. hahhah. Sorry Ann. What do you expect me to say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4577706852927853475?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4577706852927853475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4577706852927853475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4577706852927853475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4577706852927853475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/sigh.html' title='*Sigh'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1148694447963577148</id><published>2007-11-16T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:32:16.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Joann</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Must post these rules&lt;br /&gt;2. Must post eight random facts about themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. When she says random, she means random.&lt;br /&gt;4. Will have to elaborate on facts.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag pitiful fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;1. Right handed&lt;br /&gt;2. Has a little bit of grey hair&lt;br /&gt;3. Reads in bed. Spoils my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sings and dances at random.&lt;br /&gt;5. Actually likes skirts. Finds them girly but likes them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Wants to ride horse?&lt;br /&gt;7. Thinks that this tag is tough.&lt;br /&gt;8. Is watching Meet Joe Black at the same time. He kisses her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaborate ah?&lt;br /&gt;1. I think I was born that way??&lt;br /&gt;2. Runs in my family&lt;br /&gt;3. I like reading and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;4. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;5. I dunno&lt;br /&gt;6. I feel lilke it&lt;br /&gt;7. It is TOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;8. It's funny and entertaining and amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Go tag yourselves sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-1148694447963577148?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1148694447963577148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1148694447963577148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1148694447963577148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1148694447963577148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagged-by-joann.html' title='Tagged by Joann'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1400490446188715657</id><published>2007-11-16T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:07:18.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samurai knife.</title><content type='html'>Today, I used a knife called the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;samurai knife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahahahah. It's an internal joke if you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/a&gt; and do whatever it says. You'll be doing the people who has no rice or food to eat, a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-1400490446188715657?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1400490446188715657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1400490446188715657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1400490446188715657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1400490446188715657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/samurai-knife.html' title='Samurai knife.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-8165808556752358603</id><published>2007-11-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:21:45.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggy by Joanne and Denise...</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. The victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect partner.&lt;br /&gt;2. Has to mention the gender of his or her partner&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... This is Physical side. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;1. Must be taller than me&lt;br /&gt;2. Good style. Men in nice suits always look good, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;3. Big hands? yeah. sort of. coz mine are big too.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fit?? I guess?? and nice abs are great. not too much muscles.&lt;br /&gt;5. Must shave, unless it suits him!&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't mind scars. As long as not on face.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hairstlye must suit him. Messy is okay. Like John Mayer messy is good&lt;br /&gt;8. Voice is important too. Must be lower than mine of course!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the other list.&lt;br /&gt;1. Christian.&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;3. Smart, must have brains. Very Smart!&lt;br /&gt;4. Kind, as in towards people, and animals.&lt;br /&gt;5. Must be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Can make me smile even when pissed.&lt;br /&gt;7. Well-spoken. English... of course! hahha.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sweet. Flowers? and stuff like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to taggy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Adeline&lt;br /&gt;2. Ann&lt;br /&gt;3. Bao&lt;br /&gt;4. Mich after SPM&lt;br /&gt;5. Phoebe?&lt;br /&gt;6. You&lt;br /&gt;7. You&lt;br /&gt;8. You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! hahahha. I'm impossible!! This post was edited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-8165808556752358603?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8165808556752358603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=8165808556752358603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/8165808556752358603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/8165808556752358603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/taggy-by-joanne-and-denise.html' title='Taggy by Joanne and Denise...'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-952107758904609733</id><published>2007-11-10T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:42.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Amusing</title><content type='html'>So today I celebrated again with Kit Yi and family. Again they gave me presents. One of them was a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bouquet of flowers.&lt;/span&gt; It's the first time I have received flowers. Now I know why some girls demand flowers. hahaha. It's quite different from receiving anything else. Really!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131220392713061474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RzXBwsPnBGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AA7hekZa7J4/s320/IMGP1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Notice the roses and the card? The roses are a shade of pink and light purple. So pretty!! Beautiful! The card was hand made. Thanks Kit Yi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the other present is...................... hahhaha. Guess. No it is not a mug or a photoframe. hahha. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It is an Eye Mask.&lt;/span&gt; DEar Alicia gave it to me. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/span&gt; hahah. Awesomeness written all over it. The funny thingy was, I thought it was a joke. I mean, there was the box first. And then I thought it was only the box and then It was REAL!!! hahah I really appreciate it. I travelled with Alicia(my cousin's girlfriend.) to China once. I might have hinted something??? I dunno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131220590281557106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RzXB8MPnBHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rL9JyQMqG20/s320/IMGP1938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131220886634300546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RzXCNcPnBII/AAAAAAAAAUM/uf_I5fo-mNQ/s320/IMGP1939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-952107758904609733?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/952107758904609733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=952107758904609733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/952107758904609733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/952107758904609733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/very-amusing.html' title='Very Amusing'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RzXBwsPnBGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AA7hekZa7J4/s72-c/IMGP1937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3208730057332050398</id><published>2007-11-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:43.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More B'dayness!!</title><content type='html'>hahhaha!! Yesterday was Deepavali? yeah, it was. And there was a meeting for the youth committee of my church. Before that, I was at my mum's friend's open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130869674273604658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RzSCyMPnBDI/AAAAAAAAATk/kRq0IzTLhEU/s320/IMGP1916.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The CAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the meeting was lunch and B'day cake and of course meeting. And there was 38 candles on it. My brithday is on the same day as Solomon, who's turning 22. And I was turning 16. So 38 candles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130869974921315394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RzSDDsPnBEI/AAAAAAAAATs/QapsGj9EO6E/s320/IMGP1918.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38 candles!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130870773785232466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RzSDyMPnBFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cIOdhX5zF78/s320/IMGP1924.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Tims and Wu Han- Waiting for CAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my immediate family (which means it's my parents, Luke and I) brought me to Nikko Hotel's Japanese restaurant Benkay? yeah. I have one word about food and service. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EXCELLENT!!&lt;/span&gt; The food was really good. I really loved the sukiyaki? and tobiko? Yum!!! But I am super duper duper full. hahah. And there was Scallops for teppanyaki? yeah. Really good. The salmon was good too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all of these celebrations make up for next year as I might be having SPM for my birthday... hahahah. I think by now, there's 5 celebrations. One with Kash, one with Isaac with my CG, one with the Interactors, one with my family, one with Solomon and Youth Committee. Wow!!!! Tmr night got one more. hahahhaha. Enough dy. hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, I can't get onto MSN. hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, this month babies are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rachel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My aunt (Same day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Solomon (Same day) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Adeline&lt;br /&gt;-Emily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Isaac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nicholas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lyn Ee (Same day) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lots more. It's late can't remember. More than 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&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/2584217320154756962-3208730057332050398?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3208730057332050398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3208730057332050398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3208730057332050398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3208730057332050398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-bdayness.html' title='More B&apos;dayness!!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RzSCyMPnBDI/AAAAAAAAATk/kRq0IzTLhEU/s72-c/IMGP1916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-393835950695684847</id><published>2007-11-07T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:15:35.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know the title.</title><content type='html'>I had food poisoning yest. Very pain. All in all, was in the toilet 5 times. You don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun in Damai Laut. That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored... Sleepy... A bit Pissed... Nvm. Tomorrow, got B'day celebration with my church's Youth Committee. Muahahhahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-393835950695684847?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/393835950695684847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=393835950695684847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/393835950695684847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/393835950695684847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-know-title.html' title='I don&apos;t know the title.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4904747093922131104</id><published>2007-11-05T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:43.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Ry8DUOcp1JI/AAAAAAAAATU/Rn9jttMCxEI/s1600-h/DSC03435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129322146608829586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Ry8DUOcp1JI/AAAAAAAAATU/Rn9jttMCxEI/s320/DSC03435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a picture. I just decided to show you something anyway. This was last Friday... The Installation for CBN, SAB, Sri gArden and SBU. yeah. Only the four of us attended. Now read the nice post of what happened today in the post below. GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4904747093922131104?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4904747093922131104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4904747093922131104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4904747093922131104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4904747093922131104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is.html' title='This is'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Ry8DUOcp1JI/AAAAAAAAATU/Rn9jttMCxEI/s72-c/DSC03435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-2725419770274289349</id><published>2007-11-05T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:42:07.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Installation/Party</title><content type='html'>Just came back from school. It’s about 4.28pm. It’s a Monday, 5th November. And turns out there’s no internet. So I’ll just make a draft. Today, was interesting. At school, we entered class and studied a lil’ bit. And then came the Installation/Party!! Ooohh!! First there was of course, Interact Song, Speech and food. Then came the FUN part. Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Surprise”&lt;/span&gt; for the seniors. So we blind folded the seniors and they each chose between the numbers 1 and 2. If they had chosen 1, they would be bombed with water balloons and sprayed with water from the water bottle (The type which you use to spray the clothes with before ironing them.) And if they had chosen number 2, haha, they’d be doomed for face paint, or toothpaste or lipsticks. Haha. So Michelle, Shaf, Xiow Wei chose 1. hahaha. And Vivian and Suet Mei chose 2. Seeing that the rest of the seniors weren’t there. They survived. Ahhaha. So we immediately let the still dry people have fun. I told them all to give all the expensive belongings and stuff to me. And Shaf was freaking the crap outa me by telling me the stuff in my hands were worth how much. More than RM10,000. hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just threw one balloon and ran for life. Later on, after the shock I stood behind a bush and threw one more water bomb. Small one. Unfortunately, it hit the floor near Angie. Sorry Girl!! Hahhaha. They Screamed! Then I gave them back their belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the time for the people who chose number 2. hahhaa. Suet Mei had made a really really good choice. She chose Amanda to be “The junior”. Vivian chose May Lyn. May Lyn had the toothpaste and Amanda had face paint. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OOOOHHH!!&lt;/span&gt; Amanda was funny, she smeared it all over Suet Mei’s face. But to give credit to all these fellas, they had the spirit, guts and “Sportingness”. Then there were extra balloons. I took one and attempted to throw one at Fiorie. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The balloon DIDN’T BURST!!&lt;/span&gt; She picked it up and chased me all around the canteen. Finally, she hit me. Haha. Good job Fiorie. Then I told Fiorie I’ll belanja her Secret Recipe. But I’ll think bake a big batch of cookies instead.hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was a time to give the prize to Michelle. I had already given my pressie to her earlier. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was Chilly Sauce.&lt;/span&gt; Hahah. And then when it came to the time to really give it to her, she knew what it was. Amanda by that time had gotten hold of the stupid water bottle and chose the wrong time to mess with me. She went and sprayed my face with the water numerous times. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BAD MOVE!&lt;/span&gt; I ask Michelle if I could use her present. She gave me her “blessings”. I flung the bottle madly at Amanda. Chilly sauce was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FLUNG EVERYWHERE!!&lt;/span&gt; Including Mei’s shoes. I’m sorry! And it was all over the floor. I want to thank Adeline for cleaning it up. Anyway, the chilly sauce &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;landed on Amanda’s silver tie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And Shirt&lt;/span&gt;. And some other areas I’m sure. I had a small blotch on the back of my tie. That was really fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they took out the cake I baked and put seventeen candles. SEVENTEEN?? Yeah, they did, so that they could make it into an “E” shape. And they sang me the Birthday song. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;THANKS GUYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll bake some cookies for:&lt;br /&gt;- Fiorie(For showing me mercy.)    - Adeline (For cleaning up me mess on the floor)&lt;br /&gt;- Suet Mei (Shoe)                              - Solomon(Birthday same day with me.)&lt;br /&gt;- Daizy (cookies I promised?)         - May Lyn(For planning my party on Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try to get hold of some piccies. Or go to Ann's blog or May Lyn's blog to get them. jhahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-2725419770274289349?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2725419770274289349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=2725419770274289349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2725419770274289349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2725419770274289349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/installationparty.html' title='Installation/Party'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5467830208959988518</id><published>2007-11-01T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:43.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RytENgUa7kI/AAAAAAAAATM/mL4F6H3nL1s/s1600-h/Yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128267599496015426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RytENgUa7kI/AAAAAAAAATM/mL4F6H3nL1s/s320/Yum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!!! As good as cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I heard a very interesting story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man1: "I got cheated by some chinese guy who couldn't speak chinese or malay." *Starts to tell his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man 1: I was at a Mcdonald's and there was this man who couldn't speak Malay or english. He showed me a Nokia n73 and showed me four fingers. I assumed that he wanted to sell it for 400. So I bargained, knowing that it was fake. I showed him 1 finger. He shook his head vigorously. And the he showed me 2 fingers. I showed him 1 finger and a 50, meaning 150. I then decided to check the phone to see if it really could work. I found that it was fine. The chinese man finally agreed. I went to the bank and took out some money. So &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I gave him the money&lt;/span&gt; and he gave the phone to me. I went home. Only later on did I find out that he &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;gave me a FAKE phone.&lt;/span&gt; One that had only the cover and could not turn on. I then realised that I got cheated by a man who could not speak malay nor english."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girl 1: Yer why &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you so stupitd wan??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahhahahhahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I can't remember the exact words of the story. But it's something like that. It also made me realise, it doesn't matter how old you are, you can be cheated anytime. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKK. That was yesterday, as for today, I celebrated my birthday again!!! YEah!! Just that, this time, I celebrated it with my CG, or also known as, Care group, or home group. And I celebrated it with a four year old boy, whose name is Isaac. His birthday is on the 24th of November but we'll celebrate it early too. He's smart and cute BUT Cheeky!! And Uncle Kevin bought a great, delicious, big, Secret Recipe cake. It was a cheese cake and apple crumble in one. OOoooh, it was delicious. Yum!! We sang the birthday song twice, once for Isaac and once for me. It's nice. And Saras, bought me a bracelet with a bell and cute little doggies. ahah. It's nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Thanks Uncle Kevin and Saras!&lt;/span&gt; One more thing, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt; is on the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9th of NOVEMBER!!!&lt;/span&gt; So Stop with the "belated" birthday wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-5467830208959988518?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5467830208959988518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5467830208959988518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5467830208959988518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5467830208959988518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RytENgUa7kI/AAAAAAAAATM/mL4F6H3nL1s/s72-c/Yum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5986958635160699195</id><published>2007-10-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:43.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!! hahahha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was really interesting. I woke up Groggy and Grouchy and Tired. And then, when dinner came. I still felt the same, even after watching &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Simpsons Halloween Marathon.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, yeah, they &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ARE really Funny!!&lt;/span&gt; But, still, after it finished, I returned to the same state. And this morning, my brother asked if i wanted to go and have a swim. I said no... No. I seldom say no to swimming... But he didn't anyway.haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, tonight's dinner was really &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Special!!&lt;/span&gt; Know why?? It was Kash's Birthday Dinner!! And mine too. But mainly hers. Now, there's one thing bout me. I don't normally want pressies. Nothing suits me. hahah. Or I just throw it somewhere and find it many years later remembering what it was for and that I had it. Unless I actually use it... So normally I prefer &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Red Packets (Ang Pau),&lt;/span&gt; after all, it is my favourite colour. hahha. But this year, the first pressie I got was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MooMoo Love!!&lt;/span&gt; hahah. It's a coinbox Cow. Yesh, Cow. hahaha. I love it anyway!! It's one of the few Pressies I love. hahahhha. And the other Pressie I got was a BIG, FAT, RED Packet!!! Muahahha. So I put the contents of the red packet into MooMoo Love's head. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126043892963029426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RyNdwv8fMbI/AAAAAAAAATE/pGxA5JH2uVo/s320/IMGP1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MooMoo Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MooMoo Love&lt;/span&gt; came from my niece, the 8 year old birthday girl and her brother and family. Thanks!! And the Red Packet came from my Aunt. Thanks!! haha. And guess what was even better? See, at first, there was the cake. It had two candles, and according to my cousin, there should be nine candles. Eight for Kash and one more extra and the eight for 9, the date of my birthday. But she just overlooked it and didn't mind. Then the cake came. They played the birthday song twice, for Kash first and then me. So okay, blow candle, cut cake, twice. And they took it away to cut it for us, as my cousin brought us to quite a posh place. Then they served it to us. After that, they gave back the box. At that time, my cousin didn't notice it until I asked "Bread Story got cakes meh?" She looked at me. And she said the cake wasn't made from Bread Story... WE looked at the box, it was a white box with the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BREAD STORY BAG.&lt;/span&gt; ooh.. We were all eating already. We told the waitress and everything and we found out that it &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WASN"T our cake&lt;/span&gt;. Oh my... WE ate someone else's cake. Then they brought our real cake and even better, the cake before &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;clearly said "Happy Birthday MOM"...&lt;/span&gt; My cousin replied "I told the baker it was from Mom." Walau!! Anyway, it wasn't our fault as my cousin didn't get to see the CAKE itself. So &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;she didn't know, neither did we.&lt;/span&gt; But the other table was pissed. hahha. They stared at us somemore. hahaha. Whatever! hahaha. It wasn't our fault you Fungus! Our real cake tasted better and looked &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BETTER!!&lt;/span&gt; hahha. Our's was tiramisu!! haha. Their's was coffee I think? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126040989565137314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RyNbHv8fMaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/TxBzDXCivDk/s320/IMGP1788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the food tonight was &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt; The fish was perfect, with honey and roasted and crisp and moist at the right places. The noodles was special noodles. And there were Scallops. Although my dad said it wasn't scallops I wasn't too sure. But it was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SEDAP!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And they also had porky and prawns and a special Shark bone soup. I enjoyed the soup. At least the shark didn't die a slow and painful death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I enjoyed myself tonight. hahha. After all, I am turning 16 soon. Celebrate it while I can, next year, I won't be able to celebrate it like this year. I'll be stressed that SPM is coming and I won't be as relaxed. So I will enjoy myself, with my relatives and family. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/2584217320154756962-5986958635160699195?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5986958635160699195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5986958635160699195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5986958635160699195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5986958635160699195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-hahahha.html' title='Birthday!! hahahha'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RyNdwv8fMbI/AAAAAAAAATE/pGxA5JH2uVo/s72-c/IMGP1790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3377968645253672971</id><published>2007-10-24T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:05:30.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggy by Ellise, Joanne, and Lyndy. Wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Seven things to be done before my death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let me think, nice enquiry by the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get married. Yes, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;- Fill this in...&lt;br /&gt;- Have a good testimony as Christian&lt;br /&gt;- Must travel the world too&lt;br /&gt;- Clean my room&lt;br /&gt;- Write a book maybe? for kiddies?&lt;br /&gt;- Bring someone to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Seven things I will NOT do even if it kills me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give up my faith&lt;br /&gt;- Leave my Family?&lt;br /&gt;- Will not suck other people's monay&lt;br /&gt;- Will not stop loving my family&lt;br /&gt;- Sex before marriage?&lt;br /&gt;- Leave my Bible in M'sia when I'm overseas.&lt;br /&gt;- Wear a sleeveless shirt? I might, with a jacket round it? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Seven things I do when I’m away from the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sing and dance a little? When listening to GREAT Music. I can't dance though.&lt;br /&gt;- Say crazy stuff like "Oh, Eunice!" instead "Oh Crap!"&lt;br /&gt;- Stare into the mirror lots. I dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;- Play the playstation. with the dance pad. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- Speak to myself.&lt;br /&gt;- Shower a Long shower.*Think&lt;br /&gt;- Wear short shorts. hahahhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Seven fav sentences/quotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Failure is a stepping stone to success&lt;br /&gt;- It's be over soon before long.&lt;br /&gt;- Rules are made to be BROKEN. hahha. Kidding&lt;br /&gt;- Money don't grow on trees. Don't worry, my dad doesn't say that.&lt;br /&gt;- Sek yau sei, mou sek yau sei. Eat also die, don't eat also die!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- Family est important?? *mine&lt;br /&gt;- No Pain, No Gain!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Seven favourite songs from all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maroon 5 - Won't go Home Without you&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel - Bridge over troubled waters&lt;br /&gt;- Jamie Scott and The Town - When Will I See Your Face Again&lt;br /&gt;- Bryan Adams - Let's Make it A Night to Remember&lt;br /&gt;- Keane - Nothing in My Way&lt;br /&gt;- John Mayer - Waiting on the World to Change&lt;br /&gt;- Lee Hom and Selina - something song in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Seven things I’ll make you wish you didn’t do if you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Wishes ah?&lt;br /&gt;- Wish that I wasn't soo hypersensitive.&lt;br /&gt;- Wish that I could have extra memory power&lt;br /&gt;- Wish that I wasn't soo blur at the wrong times&lt;br /&gt;- Wish that I'll think stuff out before I do or say it/ them&lt;br /&gt;- Wish that I can see the future&lt;br /&gt;- Wish that I can score straight A's without studying&lt;br /&gt;- Wish that Life was easier hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just incase I got the answers wrong,&lt;br /&gt;- Slap me&lt;br /&gt;- Hurt me. I will not forget it, will forgive. ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;- Crush me.&lt;br /&gt;- Try to belittle me. Trust ME, you'll REALLY REGRET it.&lt;br /&gt;- Try to Undermine me.&lt;br /&gt;- Making me feel embarassed&lt;br /&gt;- Embarrasing me. or Scold me in public. You're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Seven people to tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Joyce&lt;br /&gt;- Ann&lt;br /&gt;- Bao&lt;br /&gt;- Michelle&lt;br /&gt;- Megan&lt;br /&gt;- Ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;- Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-3377968645253672971?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3377968645253672971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3377968645253672971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3377968645253672971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3377968645253672971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/seven-things-to-be-done-before-my-death.html' title='Taggy by Ellise, Joanne, and Lyndy. Wow...'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4203305211056364329</id><published>2007-10-14T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:55:44.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggy!! Denise, you're the third. Third time's the Charm. haha.</title><content type='html'>Name 20 people you can think of off the top of your head. Do not read the questions until you write, and tag 5 people to do the survey.&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom&lt;br /&gt;2. Dad&lt;br /&gt;3. Paul&lt;br /&gt;4. Luke&lt;br /&gt;5. James&lt;br /&gt;6. Mark&lt;br /&gt;7. Lyndy&lt;br /&gt;8. Lie Li Xian&lt;br /&gt;9. Yen Mei&lt;br /&gt;10. Denise&lt;br /&gt;11. Daizy&lt;br /&gt;12. Iks&lt;br /&gt;13. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;14. John&lt;br /&gt;15. Tims&lt;br /&gt;16. Yii Pyin&lt;br /&gt;17. Su-yi&lt;br /&gt;18. Shung Li&lt;br /&gt;19. Shung Yen&lt;br /&gt;20. Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;John: Church, grew up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Wouldn't be alive? Or born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated you?&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yen Mei: Oh... I'm straight and dating myself and my 'sister'.... No!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Su-yi: No... haha. He's my brother, and they age diff is too far apart! haha. She's very SWEET though. ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe no 3.&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Married,wife=Britt-Marie, tall, SMART, my eldest brother. Love him. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Lie Li Xian: Of course, she's my cute cute "sister"!! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anything about no . 12's family?&lt;br /&gt;Iks: Yesh! hahah. She has a brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 7.&lt;br /&gt;Lyndy: hahaha! Sought after by some guy!! haha. Very cute!! Erm, has a dog and loves her dog Bowbow. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no 18's favourite?&lt;br /&gt;Shung Li: Colour? Pink... hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if no 11 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;Daizy: no no, she won't. haha. Got someone else. i'll freak. ahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What languange does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;Tims: haha. Easy. English and Malay. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 19 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Shung Yen: She's 11. I don't think so... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;Yii Pyin: 17 and she can drive! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: on wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no. 2's favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad likes Dire Straits and Dylan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date no. 4?&lt;br /&gt;Luke is my brother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date no. 17?&lt;br /&gt;Su-yi: Uncle Hwang Ming will kill me. And NO... Lesboness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;Tims ah? hahah. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;Denise: Tan&lt;br /&gt;this is funny, I was no. 10 on Denise's list too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever consider being in a relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;Daizy: NO! She's more like a sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which school does 3 goes to?&lt;br /&gt;Paul: was in many schools, none of which, I can remember. Idaho Uni? hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;Mark: Aust? ahha. Live in M'sia, but is at Australia now. The address is vague. ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite thing about no. 5?&lt;br /&gt;James: he can make me laugh? ahha. He's my brother? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. This was amusing while it lasted. ahah. Was strange too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;-Angie Yong Mei Zhin!! haha&lt;br /&gt;-Michelle Low Whye Sin? haha&lt;br /&gt;-Ann Teh Shio yan&lt;br /&gt;-Boey Chong Poh Yee&lt;br /&gt;-Joanne Chong..... hahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4203305211056364329?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4203305211056364329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4203305211056364329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4203305211056364329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4203305211056364329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/taggy-denise-youre-third-third-times.html' title='Taggy!! Denise, you&apos;re the third. Third time&apos;s the Charm. haha.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1259542372280102584</id><published>2007-10-12T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:19:43.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahang and Terengganu</title><content type='html'>Not sure if I spelled that correctly, but I don't care. Let me think, I am staying in Pahang and ate in Terengganu. haha. Scary leh!! But the thing is i'm at the border so it's okay. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. I realized is very important. For example, this morning, I woke up at about 7... 7!! for the sunrise and i'm thinking "I'm on holiday right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, had very small breakfast, rent bicycle and start cycling. I love cycling and used to cycle a lot when I was younger. And now my butt hurts. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got into the sea waters... Wow!! Love the water, hate the salt, in my eye, ear and mouth. haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Salty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And yesterday, when I got here, there was a really &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jellyfish. Couldn't get a picture, I was wet... To give you a picture, put both hands side by side and you have the width. And it was a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jellyfish. I touched it!! haha. The top part, they have a reason as to why they call it the Jellyfish. Smooth and slimy... hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, after the swim in sea waters and pool water. We went to Chukai, Terengganu for lunch. Stuffed crab!! Yum!! I love seafood too. And after that at about 1, I konked out and even better I slept till about 5. And when I woke up, my dad said "Eunice, you slept for a long time right?" I replied confidently "No Lah!" and asked "What time is it anyway?" My dad replied "5 something." I had no reply....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to load some piccies soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-1259542372280102584?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1259542372280102584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1259542372280102584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1259542372280102584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1259542372280102584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/pahang-and-terengganu.html' title='Pahang and Terengganu'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4377382706651817271</id><published>2007-10-10T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:38:30.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Now</title><content type='html'>Pronouce You Chuck and Larry! haha. I watched it today, after a shower, after lunch, after school, after the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;horrid horrid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Add Maths Paper 2, after the decreasingly horrible physics paper 3, after waking up and doing the day's activities. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've been saying weird stuff like the above and :&lt;br /&gt;"I can't fail sejarah. It's doesn't need that much brains."&lt;br /&gt;Shafikah laughed like crazy. I didn't get it. I still don't. But then she pointed out something like why didn't I just say "It doesn't need that much attention or something." hahah. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess who brought me to watch the movie, I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry. My parents.... Can you believe it? hahah. Just believe it. haha. At first my dad was like "Zhou Gay ah?" that means "Being gay ah?" hahah. At first, we were supposed to watch Hairspray but then we're always late. So 15 min later was I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, so we watched that. My dad wasn't all that excited about gay movies. BUT it's really funny! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow is going to be fun. Am going to Kuantan! yeah!! hahah. Good break, after all, I had quite some rough bumps in the past few weeks. haha. Kidding, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God has been Very Good in taking care of me. Thanks for everything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that making the words &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;coloured&lt;/span&gt; any other colour but black makes a post more interesting. Hmm... I found this out while writing my thoughts on a piece of paper during my physics or add math exam. I can't remember which. I seem to have a lot of thoughts recently, especially when I'm bored. I just start scribbling, and scribble some more and yeah. And then come to find how interesting &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looks. And I've come to find lotsa scrap paper in my bag and with super ugly writing and ugly doodles. ahha. Yes, I have ugly handwriting when I write fast, think fast and I just tend to be messy. I have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I try to write nicely. Weird isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is trying to be annoying... Can't upload any thing! ARGH!! fine fine. I'll go without it. Suddenly, I feel that my blog has turned &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt; again. . Now my cousins are downstairs with my aunt and uncle. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lotsa Lurve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunice W.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Plus= I promise piccies from Kuantan. Going to the beach. Muahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4377382706651817271?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4377382706651817271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4377382706651817271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4377382706651817271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4377382706651817271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-now.html' title='I Now'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3038275064155580306</id><published>2007-10-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:44.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last last saturday!</title><content type='html'>Wait ,wait, wait.... need to release something. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kkk... Calm down. Chill. Relax... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kkk. Better. It's always nice to release some tension. Neways, let's keep my posts on the Happier side? haha. Besides, it's always nice to read happy stuff. So, last, last, saturday... My church's Sunday School had organized a lantern night festival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118582247444749346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rwjbb0SQnCI/AAAAAAAAASU/iCFz1tQk4_Y/s320/IMGP1624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tea! Now, there's one word I can read in chinese. See!! I'm not so banana..ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118582518027689010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RwjbrkSQnDI/AAAAAAAAASc/SrxeHTToqUc/s320/IMGP1626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Decorated by Saras, Nice isn't it? haha. It's leaf and candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118582887394876482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RwjcBESQnEI/AAAAAAAAASk/yYVEHuICaU0/s320/IMGP1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Chair Fit For A Princess! haha. Decoration too. Pretty? Like the leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118583102143241298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RwjcNkSQnFI/AAAAAAAAASs/RlHdoMrDLN4/s320/IMGP1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Also Decorated by Saras. I think her mum was helping too. I'm not very observant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118584592496893026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RwjdkUSQnGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/9yXeV1HaoQU/s320/IMGP1646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the kids named it Spotty the Piranha. Did I spell that right? Anyway, This was what my group made during the competition? haha. I only helped with the tail. ahha. Great helper, aren't I?? haha. I obviously had no idea how to make a Lantern. I can just BUY it. haha. It's called Spotty cause, it has spots? haha. Can't see eh? Anyway, ours got third place I think.... haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am crazy. I have B.M for tomorrow's exam, paper 1 and 2 and on tuesday, I have Moral. and on Wednesday.... I can't bring myself to say it... ARGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kkk... I have Physics paper 3 and Add Maths paper 2 on wednesday. More like DOOM!! haha. I wonder which INSANE person wanted to put those two together? It just kills the students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just INSANE!! And WHACKED! And CRAZY! and yeah, that's about it. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lotsa ****** Love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eunice W.&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/2584217320154756962-3038275064155580306?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3038275064155580306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3038275064155580306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3038275064155580306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3038275064155580306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-last-saturday.html' title='Last last saturday!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rwjbb0SQnCI/AAAAAAAAASU/iCFz1tQk4_Y/s72-c/IMGP1624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4470476924744850624</id><published>2007-10-05T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:45.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumm...</title><content type='html'>Today was... How do I put it? A combination of every emotion you can ask for... I guess? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, there was school... Let's skip that... Cause chemistry isn't my thing. And then, It's Friday, So i relaxed and didn't study...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a bath, and trying to sleep in the afternoon... I decided to go online. Found my Fi**ered buddy! haha. She had exciting news and wondered why wasn't I excited... haha. Ask me. And when I told her i was about to bake, she said "This is... Weird." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So some of you don't know that I bake. Yesh, I, Eunice W. bake. Haha. So I talked to her a little, found the recipe, stole it and printed it out. haha. And baked. Well, I promised Daizy a batch of welcoming cookies... and didn't have it last week. So now I have it. ahhah. And I'll bring some for my Buddy. ahha. Hopefully got enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I baked... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oatmeal Cookies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOu must be thinking... EEE Yer! But When I gave some to the friends that came over for dinner and CG, they said it was nice. Really nice. hahah. The whole plastic container was gone. Don't worry, I still have another container left. All in all, I baked 85 cookies. MMmm... smelled good. ahhah. And according to one of the aunties, it's CHEWY! Honestly, if I were to buy any cookies, I'd buy chewy ones. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the weirdest part about me and baking is that, I've never tried my own cookies. I rely on my parent's taste buds... hahah. And my brother's. haha. Once, Mark and I were in the kitchen. I was mixing the stuff and it was done. Was putting it on the foil and stuff and Mark was like "Can I eat it raw?" I thought about it and said yes. He tried it, told me tasted nice. I tried it... I VOMITED... Air. (First and Last time, I will try the dough.) Disgusting horrible stuff I made?? Maybe it's just me. ahaha. So I hate my own cookies and Love them at the same time. Don't make any sense? It's okay. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lotsa piccies. haha. Hope am able to load them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886548642143202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RwZis0SQm-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/qc7T1J2okqM/s320/IMGP1678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Ugly looking mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886896534494194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RwZjBESQm_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/MXq6H9zGMO4/s320/IMGP1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bad arrangement but it smelled really good while baking and according to my human test subjects, (Kidding) it tastes REALLY GOOD. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117887154232531970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RwZjQESQnAI/AAAAAAAAASE/y8W0UXhs2Zg/s320/IMGP1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The After...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888202204552210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RwZkNESQnBI/AAAAAAAAASM/RDBXck5GxzM/s320/IMGP1683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The yummy cookies Arranged nicely. It's a new recipe. Smelled really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I went for a walk. Good walk. So in the morning, was angry, sad and frustrated with chemistry. In the noon, had pride with AWESOME Cookies. And Evening, satisfied walk and happy and interesting times with the CG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-4470476924744850624?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4470476924744850624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=4470476924744850624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4470476924744850624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/4470476924744850624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/yumm.html' title='Yumm...'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RwZis0SQm-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/qc7T1J2okqM/s72-c/IMGP1678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1466935568881145312</id><published>2007-09-29T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:45.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Proud ANN! Second Tag for The Ups and Downs of a Yo-yo life.</title><content type='html'>Kena Tag by Ann Teh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who are the people in your featured friends?&lt;br /&gt;James Wang, Mark Wang, Paul Wang, Daizy Abraham, Natalie Li Xian, Arika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7m_gmVmXgAQ/Rv34sdn2XJI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Y8EREklvDgY/s1600-h/Picture+1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) How do you think they are?&lt;br /&gt;Alive and Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Who have you known the longest?&lt;br /&gt;My Brothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Are you missing any of them right now?&lt;br /&gt;YESH! They're all not at home. Overseas. Paul with his wife in Oslo, Norway, James in Canada, and Mark in Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who are they?&lt;br /&gt;My brothers? My friends who knows lotsa deep and dark secrets or people I just confide to. So now you know who to dig from. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Why do you miss them?&lt;br /&gt;Not here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who do you share the most secrets with?&lt;br /&gt;James. And Maybe Zy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Who do you share the most jokes with?&lt;br /&gt;I can't joke. Trust me on this. I really Can't... I just CAN'T. Amanda, will testify to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Who do you like best among them?&lt;br /&gt;Let's not choose. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Are they your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Somewhere there???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you have to say to your featured friends?&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna TAG,&lt;br /&gt;-MAY LYN! only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-1466935568881145312?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1466935568881145312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1466935568881145312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1466935568881145312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1466935568881145312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/be-proud-ann-second-tag-for-ups-and.html' title='Be Proud ANN! Second Tag for The Ups and Downs of a Yo-yo life.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-6099954972029189592</id><published>2007-09-29T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T18:09:04.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Tag! wow. May Lyn! Be PROUD!! hahah.</title><content type='html'>Got Tagged by May Lyn! Be proud MayLyn. The first one! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Golden rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;With the answers, give your own comments on how they relate to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how are you feeling today ?&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Cullum- Singing in the Rain.&lt;br /&gt;VERY TRUE!! hahah. Wow... Trust me about the singing. haha. Plus, I Love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. will you get far in life ?&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party- Song For Clay(Disappear here)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just disappear? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what's your bestfriends theme song ?&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox20- Unwell&lt;br /&gt;That's true, Ann, Bao, And Lyndy is not feeling well. Muahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what is the story of your life ?&lt;br /&gt;Relient K- Pressing On&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... not sure bout this. I've got quite some time to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what was high school like ?&lt;br /&gt; Natasha Bedingfield- These Words&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what that means either. I'm still in High School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. how can you get ahead with life ?&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5- Better that we Break...&lt;br /&gt;What? hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what's the best thing about your friends ?&lt;br /&gt;Goo Goo Dolls- Slide&lt;br /&gt;hahah. Is it me? Or my answers MAKE NO SENSE at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Describe your grandparents .&lt;br /&gt;Fergie- Mary Jane Shoes (Feat Rita Marley and The I-Threes)&lt;br /&gt;Erm... I only have one grandma... ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How's your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Fightstar- Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;I think I should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What will be played at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Norah Jones- Be my Somebody.&lt;br /&gt;hahha. Should I be somebody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. will you have a happy life ?&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartney- Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know... It's not so great at the moment. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. what do your friends really think of you ?&lt;br /&gt;Kyo- Dans ma chair&lt;br /&gt;My french sucks. So I can't make sense outa that either. hahah. I think it means in my Chair?&lt;br /&gt;I'll go and get a dictionary to check now..&lt;br /&gt;Dans Ma Chair= In my flesh/meat... OR Into my flesh/meat&lt;br /&gt;Ugghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. do people secretly lust after you ?&lt;br /&gt;Oasis- Wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;hahha. I like this one best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. how can you make yourself happy ?&lt;br /&gt;Bing Crosby-White Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I Love Christmas. I've had one white christmas, it was near the Grand Canyon, USA. Bro's wedding with Britt Marie. Was REALLY COLD. I think it was 0 degrees celcius outside. Going around was like a NIGHTMARE. The car the next morning was also COLD. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.will you ever have children ?&lt;br /&gt;Dire Straits- Tunnel of Love.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say it... Don't think it either! I don't exactly want kids at the moment. Little BRATS! no la. Actually I kinda like kids. I don't think responsibility is in my head now. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.what should you do with your life ? &lt;br /&gt;Russ Hughes- With all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;YOu do the thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. what song would you strip to ?&lt;br /&gt;Michael Buble- Home&lt;br /&gt;No WAY! haha. Too slow. Besides, it's too sad... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. what does your mom thinks of you ?&lt;br /&gt;The Killers- Mr.Brightside&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Erm... Half true.. the Brightside part is true. The Killers LIE! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. what is your deep, dark secret ?&lt;br /&gt;New Radicals- In a need of a.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, the lyrics if you listen to it goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Think it's time you tell me where we stand,&lt;br /&gt;You've been taking my love,&lt;br /&gt;You've been breaking my love&lt;br /&gt;You've better stop making my love&lt;br /&gt;It's all in need of a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what is your enemy's theme song ?&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce-Irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... No one can replace me eh? hate me that much ah? hahah. Yeah I know... I'm awesome! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. what's your personality like ?&lt;br /&gt;Bowling For Soup- Next Ex-girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I'll wait for the boyfriend first. hahah. That bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's just over,over&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get inside your mind or your pants&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste my time with love and romance&lt;br /&gt;I want my next ex-girlfriend, my next ex girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the fairytale,&lt;br /&gt;I don't the girl from hell, the one that'll be your biggest mistake&lt;br /&gt;You could be my next ex girlfriend, my next ex girlfriend, mynext ex girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. You doo the THINKING. I like what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. what song will be played at your wedding ?&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden- Two Beds and a Coffee Machine.&lt;br /&gt;Oohh.. My luck is that bad eh? ahhaha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;James&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Tang&lt;br /&gt;Che!&lt;br /&gt;Bao&lt;br /&gt;Joann Chong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAha. You know who you are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-6099954972029189592?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6099954972029189592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=6099954972029189592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6099954972029189592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6099954972029189592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-tag-wow-may-lyn-be-proud-hahah.html' title='First Tag! wow. May Lyn! Be PROUD!! hahah.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3612829976435484818</id><published>2007-09-27T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:45.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's the pictures I promised.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114824292794670034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvuBmESQm9I/AAAAAAAAARs/0cduwPMcKwE/s320/25082007022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't take this picture. I'm not sure who did. But I stole it from Ann Teh's blog. Muahahah. =)This was taken in the Merdeka Stadium. This was last month I guess. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just checked all my older posts. I realise that the pictures have become less and less... Look at the pictures I took in China in the month of January. So many Pictures! Am proud of them and last year's penang trip also got a large amount of pictures posted. And recently I went to Kuantan and I didn't post any pics. Feel so bad... haha. I'll post more pictures and more frequently after the exam. Apparently, I kena tag by May Lyn... Now I gotta go find it. And do Ann's too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-3612829976435484818?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3612829976435484818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3612829976435484818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3612829976435484818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3612829976435484818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvuBmESQm9I/AAAAAAAAARs/0cduwPMcKwE/s72-c/25082007022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-6667114619344653584</id><published>2007-09-26T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:07:21.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs</title><content type='html'>Eggs are the most awesomest eggs ever! hahah. DOes that even make sense? This might, this morning, I had 3 minute eggs, 3 eggs too and in the afternoon I had four eggy egg yolks, sunny side up and for dinner my fried rice had eggs too. Now do you get it? SO all in all I had about 8 eggs today... More than the needed amount. Shouldn't it be 2 eggs per day? hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't the best day of my life. It was most probably the worse for my friend. But we both had someone to cheer us up. haha. Thanks Che... or Kor... Whatever... I'll ask that certain person another time. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am using my dad's notebook. So no pics. haha. Anyway I'll post one up another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-6667114619344653584?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6667114619344653584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=6667114619344653584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6667114619344653584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6667114619344653584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/eggs.html' title='Eggs'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3327286231365847496</id><published>2007-09-25T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:45.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Famille (My Family)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvjTQ0SQm8I/AAAAAAAAARk/hmVXB9FYEmA/s1600-h/For+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114069662745795522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvjTQ0SQm8I/AAAAAAAAARk/hmVXB9FYEmA/s320/For+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvjSpkSQm7I/AAAAAAAAARc/YTVAN_m6PyQ/s1600-h/Eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114068988435930034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvjSpkSQm7I/AAAAAAAAARc/YTVAN_m6PyQ/s320/Eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my brother, has a post on our family on his blog and I decided, if he has one, I should have one too. Besides, I've run out of ideas to post. And I need to make up for the lack of posts. ahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've been blessed with the greatest family EVER! The Wang family. I mean, yeah, it's big, we all have our differences and stuff like that. But hey! It's called a family. I thank God for all my brothers, sane or not, smart or not... no no... They're all too smart for their own good. haha. My parents! They're awesome. Imagine bringing five kids all over the world with you. It can turn out to be like a nightmare! But I congratulate my parents for that. They have done that, many times! hahah. I was five when they first brought us overseas (Singapore is over the BRIDGE.), we went to Australia. I don't remember much except that I took a picture with Batman and Robin... I think. ahhahaha. Oh! I do remember cutting myself on the chair. What was I doing???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, according to Lilo and Stitch, Family means nobody gets left behind. To me, family is where there is comfort and Love and lots of care. Don't forget food. hahahah. And the family is the backbone for one. It's where one learns to be a person and learn how to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letme see... I have four brothers and one sister in law. My parents. My grandma, I seldom see her. She stays with my Uncle. She used to stay with us but she moves around a lot. And My extended family... Cousins. hahah. I'm the youngest on my mum's side. So that means, most of my cousins from my mom's side is married and with kids. That makes me an Auntie. My oldest niece is about 2 years older than me. To be precise she was born in Jan and I was born in Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At The Momente, I have my Exams next week and I still seem to be hanging around like I don't care BUT I DO!! I seriously need help. *Sighs* hahah. ARGH!! Can't load any Family pics... All too big. And I'll rely on Pon and Zi. ahhah.&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/2584217320154756962-3327286231365847496?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3327286231365847496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3327286231365847496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3327286231365847496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3327286231365847496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/ma-famille-my-family.html' title='Ma Famille (My Family)'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvjTQ0SQm8I/AAAAAAAAARk/hmVXB9FYEmA/s72-c/For+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1175185425260153452</id><published>2007-09-24T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:45.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rvd1S0SQm6I/AAAAAAAAARU/N8nApm5lZMg/s1600-h/what.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113684868035812258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rvd1S0SQm6I/AAAAAAAAARU/N8nApm5lZMg/s320/what.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall try to post as much as possible. Looking at my history of posts. I'm a lousy blogger... hahaha. K la, not exactly lousy but... a slow one. Yeah, that sounds more like it. I hope that I'll start studying... Exams are coming up... It's NEXT WEEK! hahahha. I'm still lazing and goofing around. Wonder how those semangat studying fellas do it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as you all most probably know by now that I think that Blogs without Piccies is BORING!! So mine was boring before and most probably is not so boring after... hahahha. So am looking for any interesting pic. PON AND ZI!! Yay! I'm telling you... The guy who drew these two fellas IS CUTE! hjahahah. Smart and Creative too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-1175185425260153452?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1175185425260153452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1175185425260153452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1175185425260153452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1175185425260153452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/posts.html' title='Posts'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rvd1S0SQm6I/AAAAAAAAARU/N8nApm5lZMg/s72-c/what.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-3962845114102869627</id><published>2007-09-23T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:45.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lately, I seem to be listening to Maroon 5 a lot. Maybe it suits the mood... I'm now listening to Infatuation. The words are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infatuation, not seeing the rest of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is getting the best of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a shame you shot me down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would've been nice to be around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm touching your skin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's only a fantasy then why's it killing me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this must be Infatuation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW! hahahha. Very amazing lyrics. Why I like it... I have no idea... I think it's impossible to have a crush and not know it right? But even if that's it, my crushes come and go real quick... I hope. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course I am also listening to Jamie Scott and The Town- When Will I See Your Face Again. It's a nice song. Go listen. His voice is Unique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113327810224626578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvYwjUSQm5I/AAAAAAAAARM/VqS2b4cy-og/s320/I%27m+Emo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like I can't upload any photos or pictures.... Hmm... Too big maybe... I'll settle for Pon and Zi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-3962845114102869627?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3962845114102869627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=3962845114102869627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3962845114102869627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/3962845114102869627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/maroon-5.html' title='Maroon 5'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvYwjUSQm5I/AAAAAAAAARM/VqS2b4cy-og/s72-c/I%27m+Emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-201255434851489112</id><published>2007-09-22T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:46.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>Just another nice random pic. It looks nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvU2XkSQm3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R8mQEkr_Rtc/s1600-h/DSCN1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052730454219634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvU2XkSQm3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R8mQEkr_Rtc/s320/DSCN1487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from Denise's party. Her Birthday party! So Happy Birthday to Denise and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boey&lt;/span&gt;!! You're both 16 and in the U.S, you can start driving... In Malaysia, you can ride the motorcycle.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed her party.... It was more interesting than I thought. I mean at first, in my head, I'll go say Happy birthday, stay a while and go. But I stayed, so don't judge an invite by it's.... whatever. It was very interesting, and I mean INTERESTING...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, seeing that May Lyn and I were the only representatives from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Puteri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ampang&lt;/span&gt;, they had decided to make us eat some stuff la. Cause there was a game and we did not hit the amazing 'bad lucked" jackpot. Well, I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; it la, but I sang what. So those fellas went and mixed chocolate whatever it was, with fish, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EXTREMELY SMELLY&lt;/span&gt; cheese and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tobasco&lt;/span&gt; sauce. On a normal basis, I'm okay with cheese and I enjoy some but.... that mixture was so bad I really.... want to puke. And May Lyn and Birthday girl tried it. I have no idea how they survived. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! I got away with it, even though they tried. Good job on the trying part, barring my way, opening the door and cornering me. Crap... Although, I'm happy i got away with it.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really made me not want to eat the stuff.... was those guys who were in the room, they said it looked like shit, smelled like it too... And looking at the chocolate.... and fish..... Ugh.... Utterly DISGUSTING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113053001037159298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvU2nUSQm4I/AAAAAAAAARE/rUtxNJTNHP8/s320/Yum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Sunday! Church and all that... Means I should sleep. I thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; for the great day, cause my relatives came over earlier in the day, Enjoyed their company. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haHA&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully, I'll update my blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and 2 eggs cost 60 cents... It's supposed to be expensive? I had no idea. Had a great time baking with my niece... hahah. Was great cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-201255434851489112?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/201255434851489112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=201255434851489112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/201255434851489112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/201255434851489112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RvU2XkSQm3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R8mQEkr_Rtc/s72-c/DSCN1487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1952767050852653085</id><published>2007-09-01T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:46.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At Your Door - Maroon 5</title><content type='html'>Go to Youtube and listen to this song or download it ( I hope it's legal). It's amazing. I really recommend it to you. Although, the song is kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, we performed. So that means that, on monday school would start. And that would also mean that I would have to do homework. Speaking of which, I would have to do that Karangan and Add Maths project that was given about a month ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105110115166186962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rtj-mgm77dI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fRpyyc5b4Kk/s320/Too+wet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I've been sleeping at about 3 am in the morning or 2 am. And I wake up really late... That's because of the Merdeka practices and stuff like that, I come back around 1.30 am. Waking up for school and church would be tough. Hopefully, today i'll try to sleep at ten.... I hope. And sometimes I can't sleep because, I think a lot.... haha. &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/2584217320154756962-1952767050852653085?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1952767050852653085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1952767050852653085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1952767050852653085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1952767050852653085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-at-your-door-maroon-5.html' title='Back At Your Door - Maroon 5'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rtj-mgm77dI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fRpyyc5b4Kk/s72-c/Too+wet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5136092826569758234</id><published>2007-08-30T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:46.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>People! Tomorrow will be MALAYSIA'S birthday!!! Yesh. Malaysia will turn 50! So sing the Negaraku dengan semangat! Turn on your TV and watch the celebrations! And you'll see what I have been doing for a month. I'll be doing the multicultural dance, and it's at night. You won't see me but at least watch the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104432541125569970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RtaWWgm77bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5kmKFFRZ7WM/s320/Flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The Malaysian Flag! Just Beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia gemilang, merdekanya terbilang! Yesh, true true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RtaWzgm77cI/AAAAAAAAAQs/v-n3FmCt00U/s1600-h/IMD-3638r_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104433039341776322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RtaWzgm77cI/AAAAAAAAAQs/v-n3FmCt00U/s320/IMD-3638r_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neways, do you know who is Keanu Reeves? The Matrix dude? The Constantine guy? yeah, that guy. He is 43 years old. And according to MSN's entertainment information about him, he will be turning 44 on the 2nd of September. Isn't it weird how he looks like a 30 year old? Perhaps in his early 30's or late twenties? Now because of that, I have a feeling that not only women are doing Botox or one of those funny stuff that you inject in the face?... But the guys are doing it too. Whatever, he still looks good, just look at the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-5136092826569758234?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5136092826569758234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5136092826569758234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5136092826569758234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5136092826569758234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RtaWWgm77bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5kmKFFRZ7WM/s72-c/Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1361272348159036337</id><published>2007-08-19T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:46.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord of The Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rsfr5Qm77aI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KZkRhUg9mf4/s1600-h/CIMG0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100304471963725218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rsfr5Qm77aI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KZkRhUg9mf4/s320/CIMG0675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                      Visit Malaysia 2007! I am so PROUD OF MALAYSIA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just started reading The Lord of The Rings today and found out that I stopped at the second page of the first chapter!! That was when I was 12. And thinking about it.... I had no idea why I stopped. hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-1361272348159036337?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1361272348159036337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1361272348159036337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1361272348159036337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1361272348159036337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/lord-of-rings.html' title='The Lord of The Rings'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rsfr5Qm77aI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KZkRhUg9mf4/s72-c/CIMG0675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-654422742395353846</id><published>2007-08-18T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:47.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the moment...</title><content type='html'>I want to watch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RsbCowm77ZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/k1m3GK8USjU/s1600-h/RatatouillePoster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099977633542434194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RsbCowm77ZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/k1m3GK8USjU/s320/RatatouillePoster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ratatouille!! yesh, I do, the very cute rat and the fact that it's DISNEY PIXAR! I love Disney Pixar movies, for example, Finding Nemo, and so was The Incredibles! So who wants to go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rsa9Xgm77YI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UCTc2K3HFBM/s1600-h/mm-t133-extra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099971839631551874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rsa9Xgm77YI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UCTc2K3HFBM/s320/mm-t133-extra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Lord of the Rings, no la Kidding, I am going to start soon. I tried at the age of 12 and found it really..... I dunno. I just stoped at the page where they said something about a person who just turned 33 and 111 which are very special years.... Or something like that. This picture shows you the book that I have and it looks just like it, new and it doesn't have any creases or stuff like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rsa8aAm77XI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zmiQMpVBG4w/s1600-h/Secret%20Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099970783069597042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rsa8aAm77XI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zmiQMpVBG4w/s320/Secret%2520Garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And The Secret Garden, I've a few pages left and I will start on The Lord of The Rings. This is not the book I own... The one I have is VERY OLD. It was from 1994. hahah. And the cover is not very attractive. I'm not sure whether this classic is a child's book or not, but I really enjoyed it. I read this once when I was 10 or 11 and now I just read the same book and the memories came back to me. I remember reading some parts or the book only... Anyway, I would recommend this book to you, even though it's not exactly romance or adventure... I don't even know it's genre. It's a good book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-654422742395353846?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/654422742395353846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=654422742395353846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/654422742395353846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/654422742395353846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-moment.html' title='At the moment...'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RsbCowm77ZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/k1m3GK8USjU/s72-c/RatatouillePoster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-196731723995885159</id><published>2007-08-04T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:47.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RrSjFd8nteI/AAAAAAAAAP8/easMjlzgWzs/s1600-h/Real+Stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094876392796435938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RrSjFd8nteI/AAAAAAAAAP8/easMjlzgWzs/s320/Real+Stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RrSi7N8ntdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YsAp99Mcn6I/s1600-h/Stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094876216702776786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RrSi7N8ntdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YsAp99Mcn6I/s320/Stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stars are pretty... I went to the Planetarium today with my church's Sunday School. Honestly, it's a small place, but it was good for the teachers... easier to find the kids and handle them. Muahaha. But I don't know if the kids learnt a lot... it's hard to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, we went into some teather, you know the ones where you lay back and stare up at the ceiling? The ones that somehow breaks your neck without you knowing it? Yeah, that one... So, we watch the thing come to life and then the narrator spoke in malay. There's nothing wrong with that, Malay is the language most people speak, but a lot of the kids we brought spoke chinese most of the time... Even I got tired after a while. It needed quite some concentration. So most of the time, the ceiling had lots of stars and I found it very calm... Very nice too! Anyway, does anyone know the name for the ceiling screen thingy? hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went out and look and participated in some of the exhibits (not sure whether exhibit would be the word but yeah...) And we went up to some Pemandangan thingy... What is the word for it??? Today, I can't seem to find the correct words for any sentence.... It is frustrating when that happens... It really is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just watched a video on Youtube... It was a thought provoking video(To me la..), I also had no idea why I opened it. Oh, now I do, I opened it cause the stupid title sounded familiar. It came out in the papers. Lonelygirl15.... I actually saw the recap or something like that... I dislike videos or movies like that... And even better, I don't like that actress, I would rate her as the type of person who WANTS TO ATTRACT ATTENTION. It's like a CRY FOR HELP! Ugh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's end this post with a happy.... Ending? erm? Happy note? yesh, A happpy note. Back to the Planetarium thingy, I would say that the Children enjoyed themselves A LOT! I mean after everything, they were tired(But Happy!) and they had a good time playing and trying out some new stuff. It shows on their faces and everything... hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I would like to let everyone know that the dude who made and drew Pon and Zi is EXTREMELY TALENTED. Good job to him. God is good for making the pretty stars, and the great outing today. And pictures make a blog nicer.... ahhahahahha. &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/2584217320154756962-196731723995885159?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/196731723995885159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=196731723995885159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/196731723995885159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/196731723995885159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RrSjFd8nteI/AAAAAAAAAP8/easMjlzgWzs/s72-c/Real+Stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1267424529231626733</id><published>2007-07-22T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:47.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Negara (National Zoo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqNqrt8ntcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WUzsX60gXhg/s1600-h/IMGP0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090029303159567810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqNqrt8ntcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WUzsX60gXhg/s320/IMGP0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Steph is too happy to pose with it, but the dude on the most right is freaked out by the snake. i bet you he's thinking "Look away, stupiod snake." And Sol' is thinking, "Careful of the snake weh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqNqUN8ntbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AHtk3keDcbQ/s1600-h/IMGP0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090028899432641970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqNqUN8ntbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AHtk3keDcbQ/s320/IMGP0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Sol' says "NO MORE MOUSE DEERS." I'm doing that cause "No more eeky Crocs and worm like snakes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqNpo98ntaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6z-1ju7sq3Y/s1600-h/IMGP0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090028156403299746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqNpo98ntaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6z-1ju7sq3Y/s320/IMGP0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; I bet you Yii Pyin is thinking, "Eunice, can I go and distribute my biscuits now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqNoZd8ntZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SJHQ8mJiXB4/s1600-h/IMGP0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090026790603699602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqNoZd8ntZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SJHQ8mJiXB4/s320/IMGP0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I didn't know they were doing that till I saw the pictures. I was like "What?" hahah. Kidding, I knew they were doing that, but I just wanted it to sound funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqNlV98ntYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RqXW-fwaTAQ/s1600-h/IMGP0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090023431939274114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqNlV98ntYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RqXW-fwaTAQ/s320/IMGP0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Like school children. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. I promised. So in the end I went to seee Transformers, I enjoyed it. I really liked the scorpion thingy, the police car, and the plane. All of them were evil but they had nicer designs. hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zoo was fun and I was a station master. Near the crocodiles. Man, that area is FREAKY!!! I mean, the snakes, and the crocs. And that area was pretty dark. I don't have lots of animal pictures as it was dark and I had to stay at the freaky place. Nor do I have pictures of my area. But I do have a lot of random pictures. haha. Although, I had fun freaking all these people out. John Lee said that he thought he saw a ghost. It is scary. ahha. The ghost ended up being me. hahhaha.&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/2584217320154756962-1267424529231626733?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1267424529231626733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1267424529231626733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1267424529231626733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1267424529231626733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/zoo-negara-national-zoo.html' title='Zoo Negara (National Zoo)'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqNqrt8ntcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WUzsX60gXhg/s72-c/IMGP0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-6391354997570090049</id><published>2007-07-21T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:48.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Cartoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF-kN8ntXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jBsxxFfzT4c/s1600-h/Teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089488214589683058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF-kN8ntXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jBsxxFfzT4c/s320/Teddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teddy is cute too.  Plus, teddy will always be there for you. God will be there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF9xd8ntWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/D_mtR2sHkgU/s1600-h/Hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089487342711321954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF9xd8ntWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/D_mtR2sHkgU/s320/Hello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could be me when I have nothing to say. Hmm I'll have to rethink my "Hi, (name)!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF9WN8ntVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uySMLC-FXI0/s1600-h/Gummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089486874559886674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF9WN8ntVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uySMLC-FXI0/s320/Gummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's pretty cute, Gummy Bears taste good too. Gummy Yummie Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF8Pd8ntUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mBpZvxDhCHI/s1600-h/Fishy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089485659084141890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF8Pd8ntUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mBpZvxDhCHI/s320/Fishy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like this one. Imagine this, the doctor tells you that... You'll want to kill that doctor. hahah. And the see me in three weeks is lagi funny. Walau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2584217320154756962-6391354997570090049?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6391354997570090049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=6391354997570090049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6391354997570090049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/6391354997570090049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/emo-cartoon.html' title='Emo Cartoon.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF-kN8ntXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jBsxxFfzT4c/s72-c/Teddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-2422054046608757135</id><published>2007-07-21T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF5EN8ntTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/n3rZUCSOMfM/s1600-h/DSCN1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089482167275730226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF5EN8ntTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/n3rZUCSOMfM/s320/DSCN1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF4Nt8ntSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YeDJdWG_jmA/s1600-h/CIMG0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089481230972859682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF4Nt8ntSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YeDJdWG_jmA/s320/CIMG0978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My AWESOME SHOES!! haha, got them at Vans. They're awesome. Check out the bats. You've never seen shoes like these. hahah. Don't forget the cute Clown Phishies.(Fishies) Aww... &lt;/span&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;Yay! Saturday!! I didn't watch Transformers in the end. So, my brother's girlfriend Vivien went. I'll wait for the DVD or Astro to show it anyway. Or I could go with my own friends. haha. Lots of alternatives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A saturday, a day to laze in bed. I couldn't do that due to two or three weeks or waking up at 5.30 am, I woke up at 6.30 am. I told myself, go to sleep. I closed my eyes, nothing happened, then I opened them and started thinking... And you know when you think too much you get paranoid... I didn't get paranoid. hahah. I thought I would be... Guess not. Then I heard my brother use the toilet and went back to his room after that. And then, the electricity. WAit, maybe the electricity went off before my brother... Hmm... Can't remember. And then it came back on and gave me a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, my dad woke me up... He thought I was sleeping. =) And then after that, I finally went back to sleep, only to have James wake me up. Man, that was frustrating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my ONLY first half of my saturday.  &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/2584217320154756962-2422054046608757135?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2422054046608757135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=2422054046608757135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2422054046608757135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2422054046608757135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-saturday.html' title='It&apos;s a saturday!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqF5EN8ntTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/n3rZUCSOMfM/s72-c/DSCN1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5863240583932815671</id><published>2007-07-20T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:48.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqCN_OGua8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/LJ3gm0OZ-3U/s1600-h/Fiend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089223696186239938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqCN_OGua8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/LJ3gm0OZ-3U/s320/Fiend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love Pon and Zi... they really make me laugh.. Emo Cartoon... hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been really busy and lazy... But then I decided on Blogging... yes, I only blog when I feel like it. Anyway, drama was on tuesday... we didn't win. And we will never win even though we are AWESOME!! Shaf is awesome, with the good directing. Suet Mei is awesome, with her "Pump-you-up" talks. May Lyn was awesome, in her cute "young boy" way. Michelle was just good... HAHAH... Kidding, Michelle was awesome too being Captain. And Vivian was awesome, speaking to me in cantonese. Hana was awesome, being a very funny Smee. Yeah Man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now, you would be able to tell that the tests are over... So I'm pretty much happier now. As for tomorrow night, we'll be having a treasure hunt at the zoo. Yes, you read my words, the zoo. Wu Hann and I are both doing the organizing, but in our case, the assistant does less work. hahah. Thanks Wu Hann! You're the best man! hahah. I'm sure Wu Hann will do a great job. Speaking of him, I have to call him... I think I'll do that now... (2-5 min passed) K, done it. Everything is almost done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, Shung Li, Su-Yi, Wayne and one of my brothers(not sure which one) and I will be watching Tranformers tomorrow. I know what you're thinking, "Watched it already" or "I have to watch that movie". I heard that the movie is really good. But I'll see....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Written by,&lt;br /&gt;Youniece, (Who Promises pictures from the Zoo. LOTS OF ANIMALS!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a friday(the day where everyone else is happy, while listening to loud music with the bass pumped up really nicely.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-5863240583932815671?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5863240583932815671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5863240583932815671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5863240583932815671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5863240583932815671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/busie.html' title='Busie'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RqCN_OGua8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/LJ3gm0OZ-3U/s72-c/Fiend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-1429391889989231138</id><published>2007-05-07T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:49.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rj6ir4Lz2CI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_wQ6dHTKWbY/s1600-h/IMGP0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061661905911011362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rj6ir4Lz2CI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_wQ6dHTKWbY/s320/IMGP0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lazy to post any pics from Australia and Good Charlotte's concert. However you can view some pics from the concert on my brother's blog. You could click on the link James Wang, which is on the bottom left hand side of the screen or you could go to &lt;a href="http://sailoong.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sailoong.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Australia pics can't be posted cause the size is really big, plus, James didn't get to go Australia because he was still studying in Canada. Now he's back and he's here with me and my family in the States. And on his blog you can also see lots of pictures from California, USA. I am now in America, I'm somewhere around San Francisco... I think.... Anyway, here are some of my own pics from CA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;From now on, go to my brother's blog for all the pics. I don't have access and I get online less... So go to his with good commentary and good picuteres. It is 3 am here in IDAHO. NO MORE CA. THat was a week ago maybe. WHatever.&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/2584217320154756962-1429391889989231138?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1429391889989231138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=1429391889989231138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1429391889989231138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/1429391889989231138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rj6ir4Lz2CI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_wQ6dHTKWbY/s72-c/IMGP0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-67336039896191815</id><published>2007-04-22T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:51:17.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The words below were written on the 22nd of April. A sunday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't put up any pictures from Australia now... Wonder why?? Hmm... think they're too big. I'll just post some Good Charlotte's concert pics. Even better, I can't post any pictures at all! ARGH!! i'll just post this first, fix the pictures and it'll be up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am very blessed and I owe it all to God. As we know everything we have was given to us by God. I thank God that he has blessed me with trips to so many places. Recently, I was at Australia. Nice pics eh? And I was also attending a debate competition and we won the first round, I am very blessed as the scores must have been pretty close. And yesterday night, I got the chance to go to GOOD CHARLOTTE'S CONCERT!!!!!!!!! IT'S AWESOME!!! James, my brother got the ticket from someone else at first. He got a Digi VIP ticket. I got the normal on the day itself. It was a normal but I am satisfied. IT WAS GREAT!!! It was given to me by a church member. And today, we had a great time at church, with the life wire program, Ji Aun and Solomon had prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I'm absolutely blessed and I thank God. Enough of words, more of PICTURES!!! hahah. The bird is a kookaburra if I am correct. I'm sure I am though. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-67336039896191815?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/67336039896191815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=67336039896191815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/67336039896191815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/67336039896191815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/04/blessed.html' title='Blessed!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-2182880217617569657</id><published>2007-03-08T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:49.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Re_epO_EJoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AMjz4aqeoZQ/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039491308029486722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Re_epO_EJoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AMjz4aqeoZQ/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Re_eQ-_EJnI/AAAAAAAAANw/1dn0CfVTLUw/s1600-h/hedgehog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039490891417658994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Re_eQ-_EJnI/AAAAAAAAANw/1dn0CfVTLUw/s320/hedgehog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Three friends die in a car accident, and upon their arrival t heaven, they are all asked, "When you are in your casket and family and friends are mourning upon you, what would you like to hear them say about you?"The first man says,"I would like to hear them say that i was a great doctor of my time, and a great family man."The second man says,"I would like to hear them say that i was a wonderful husband and a school teacher who made a huge diffrence in our children of tomorrow."The last man replies,"I would like to hear them say, 'LOOK!HE'S MOVING!' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha! That is pretty funny! I got that from Joyce Lee. There's her link right there, it's on her blog too. I saw it and decided to make at least some people laugh. And the Adorable Hedgehog and Cute Pup was found on the internet. &lt;/span&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/2584217320154756962-2182880217617569657?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2182880217617569657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=2182880217617569657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2182880217617569657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2182880217617569657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/03/laughs.html' title='Laughs'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Re_epO_EJoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AMjz4aqeoZQ/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-5001299810339418056</id><published>2007-03-03T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:49.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RelY-DiwEyI/AAAAAAAAANk/-n1e-KgKlIU/s1600-h/C+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037655481316807458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RelY-DiwEyI/AAAAAAAAANk/-n1e-KgKlIU/s320/C+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... how was your new year? Hope you had a great time and got lots of ang paus! hahaha. Anyway, here are some interesting pics to show you... I haven't charged my camera batteries and that means I can't transfer the picture from the new year and various occasions... I'll charge it later on... hahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, by now you guys should know that I have soft spots for animals and for some weird reason I'm scared of some of them too. (Monkeys, birds and lizards/crocodiles + more) That cat up there in the pic used to come to my house like everyday. It used to come for no apparent reason. It just came and my family would shoo it away but it came. And Mark and I would say "Cat... Get out." And sometimes it would and most of the time it looked at us and sat down. Whenever our guests saw it they would think that it belonged to us but no. So one day, I just took some pics cause I had the camera in hand. It passed away last year, we found out when my parents went for a walk and saw it lying on the road. Poor fellow. I really liked it and stroked it some times although my parents were always against cats coming to our house and pooping on the grass. haha. Adorable fellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-5001299810339418056?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5001299810339418056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=5001299810339418056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5001299810339418056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/5001299810339418056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff...'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RelY-DiwEyI/AAAAAAAAANk/-n1e-KgKlIU/s72-c/C+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-2411932601293831854</id><published>2007-02-19T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:50.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RdlPCXcwv1I/AAAAAAAAANI/e3q0UkVJQEc/s1600-h/WedRe+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033140960636223314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RdlPCXcwv1I/AAAAAAAAANI/e3q0UkVJQEc/s320/WedRe+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RdlOb3cwv0I/AAAAAAAAANA/F6QiYZaiuYQ/s1600-h/WedRe+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033140299211259714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RdlOb3cwv0I/AAAAAAAAANA/F6QiYZaiuYQ/s320/WedRe+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RdlNsXcwvzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/I8VE9iC2Ug8/s1600-h/WedRe+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033139483167473458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RdlNsXcwvzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/I8VE9iC2Ug8/s320/WedRe+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RdlNCncwvyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nPDqeGY6gJU/s1600-h/WedRe+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033138765907935010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RdlNCncwvyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nPDqeGY6gJU/s320/WedRe+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RdlMQHcwvxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lreyTfLZSTg/s1600-h/WedRe+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033137898324541202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RdlMQHcwvxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lreyTfLZSTg/s320/WedRe+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah! haha. The Chinese New Year is here! Which means, HOLIDAY! ahhaha. BUT, yes, there is a But... But, I still have to study because... I have tests immediately after the Holiday. So sad... Please, pray that I will be able to manage my time to study, to bake and HAVE FUN! hahahah. See the pictures, that's my niece. Yes, my niece. My cousin's daughter to be precise. She's a year older. Anyway, these were taken last year. It was her birthday and my uncle's b'day during New Year so we celebrated. And the other one, is of my cousins and my uncle from my mom's side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, the pictures have been cut down. maybe I'll take more. haha. Ooh... My fringe was short... hahah. I look so different. And the other one shows all of us celebrating my late uncle's birthday. &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/2584217320154756962-2411932601293831854?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2411932601293831854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=2411932601293831854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2411932601293831854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2411932601293831854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RdlPCXcwv1I/AAAAAAAAANI/e3q0UkVJQEc/s72-c/WedRe+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-4570748313652164529</id><published>2007-01-28T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:08:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news and Bad news. And Facts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RbtBXMw01ZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4-S3rXr2MP4/s1600-h/DSCN0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024681676080731538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RbtBXMw01ZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4-S3rXr2MP4/s320/DSCN0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RbtA2Mw01YI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8Dxt20TX9Xw/s1600-h/DSCN0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024681109145048450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RbtA2Mw01YI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8Dxt20TX9Xw/s320/DSCN0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RbtARMw01XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EEWR_VV28ZY/s1600-h/DSCN0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024680473489888626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RbsyOsw008I/AAAAAAAAADs/IKbwuURNlgY/s320/more+fish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rbsxvcw007I/AAAAAAAAADk/qMqA0XHrzGo/s1600-h/phishy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024664500506514354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/Rbsxvcw007I/AAAAAAAAADk/qMqA0XHrzGo/s320/phishy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good news first.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Alive and Well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- China was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;- I finished another book!&lt;br /&gt;- I have pictures! Here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad news.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Amazingly busy. Loaded with homework. Teachers love torture!&lt;br /&gt;- China's toilets were appalling. Food was fattening.&lt;br /&gt;- The author passed away last year due to cancer and she wrote AMAZING books.- Today was a school day so it felt like one too. It's a Saturday! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have loads of entries that i wrote in my diary in China. I didn't have the time to post them and I didn't feel up to it. Here are some of the facts I wrote down. Oh yeah, the picture where the shoes are covered in things that look like shower caps are actually some plastic protection thingy for the floor. So we had to wear those to keep that certain extremely posh floor clean. I bet they were cheap shower caps. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Missing numbers... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;4)1 out of 5 in the population of China is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt;. China has more that 1.2 billion to 1.5 billion people, so get thinking. Imagine that! China has the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; population in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) China at that time when I went was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Extremly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; COLD! I repeat, COLD! The Sun was also shining brightly, so it was extremely cold at night and in the morning and in the afternoon, imagine us taking off our jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6)In 1979, couples who got married cannot make love. Why? because, that's how babies are made. So if you wanted the baby, you needed some kind of a permit. And that permit is only valid for one child. So let's say a couple got twins... One child will suffer in life, you need that permit for school, jobs and for a birth certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Crystals can be made into sunglasses. I have one of it as proof too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The toilet that I just went to, had doors that were not only shorter than me... It couldn't lock. You could actually peek at the person next door. I was the only person in the toilet, so don't worry. The toilets here also do not provide tissues or hot water, so cold water was the only option. Oh yeah, Some toilets don't even have doors, sometimes no curtains either, and some just have holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9) I walked more than 300 steps in a CAVE on the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Jan, 2007. Was also in come cable chair car thingy. Very windy, very cold, very dry, and very shaky. Let me remind you of something, I'M SCARED of HEIGHTS! See the real cable car with two people inside? That thing can sway and rock from side to side better than me! Even the chair thingy wasn't as rocky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)One of the places I went to, called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Li, has loads of love stories.&lt;br /&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;p&gt;11) Chinese in China are smart, hardworking but are dirty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;unhygienic&lt;/span&gt;, disgusting, cruel, and inconsiderate. I may sound like I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;, but it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;12) 80% of women regularly cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the two basins, those are live living creatures, whatever they are, it's disgusting. People here seem to enjoy it a lot though. Anyway, these are all my opinions, do not be offended or anything. I'm just voicing out how I feel, I don't want to end up in a home for sick people! All Right! 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And Facts.'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFdwT4a_G2k/RbtBXMw01ZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4-S3rXr2MP4/s72-c/DSCN0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584217320154756962.post-2882079749174711758</id><published>2007-01-27T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:48:54.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time</title><content type='html'>I just realized that the time is wrong. For example, It says I posted something at 6:30 in the morning when it's actually maybe three in the afternoon. I tried fixing it and failed miserably. so this is going to be the last time, I hope i get it right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584217320154756962-2882079749174711758?l=jambon-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2882079749174711758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584217320154756962&amp;postID=2882079749174711758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2882079749174711758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584217320154756962/posts/default/2882079749174711758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jambon-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/time.html' title='The Time'/><author><name>Jambon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10319477903929890242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
