<?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-7146352</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:50:32.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LiTTl3 ShAr|nG gOeS A loNg WaY...</title><subtitle type='html'>Juz another way to share my thoughts n feelings wif u ppl whom i care and would like to noe wat's going on ard me when we're not together.... :&gt; 

Frens 4ever. U will always haf a special place in my heart. Always LovEd n Remembered. 

Josie</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146352.post-3579010842194899492</id><published>2008-03-26T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:23:22.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's March 2008 !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJ8d3I7obRg/R-mzgSSK4nI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rz6B2c8TB08/s1600-h/Joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJ8d3I7obRg/R-mzgSSK4nI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rz6B2c8TB08/s200/Joey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181870213511701106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I've blog... Currently learning about new media and part of this teaches us to use blog and RSS feed, blah blah blah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-3579010842194899492?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/3579010842194899492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=3579010842194899492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/3579010842194899492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/3579010842194899492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-march-2008.html' title='It&apos;s March 2008 !!'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_LJ8d3I7obRg/R-mzgSSK4nI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/rz6B2c8TB08/s72-c/Joey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146352.post-3668305089871898886</id><published>2007-11-14T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:51:40.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WeLcomIng... the NeW famiLy member -- Joey</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 3months since I last blog... bz bz all the while as dearie is trying to set up and establish his new company. Getting work done in every possible way / datelines is hard work... Every now and then I also had to do 'part-time' -- as a bangalah (sweep floor), secretary (type quotes &amp; invoices), etc... but at least I get to spend some more time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, on Sunday, we just got ourselves a puppy from Wen Han's colleague. Coz they have moved and the pup was not allowed to follow. Poor little fellow was going to be thrown out on the streets if no one is going to adopt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a female Jack chi (jack russell cross chihuahua) who is 1yr old now... &lt;br /&gt;Very hyper active, doesn't like to bathe and is also able to 'burn midnight oil' with us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to post a few photo of her later on.&lt;br /&gt;Geeshz, trying to get her to stay still for a snapshot requires 2 ppl !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-3668305089871898886?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/3668305089871898886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=3668305089871898886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/3668305089871898886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/3668305089871898886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcoming-new-family-member-joey.html' title='WeLcomIng... the NeW famiLy member -- Joey'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-5721763502398895440</id><published>2007-08-22T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T11:27:23.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-5721763502398895440?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/5721763502398895440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=5721763502398895440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/5721763502398895440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/5721763502398895440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-4849259857016851880</id><published>2007-06-27T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:53:14.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeWbIe ON e RoAd</title><content type='html'>KeeP a LookOut whEn you're out on the road coz I might be WheezIng pass s.L.o.W.l.y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSED my DriVinG tESt on MonDay 25 JUNE 2007 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YippE !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-4849259857016851880?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/4849259857016851880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=4849259857016851880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/4849259857016851880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/4849259857016851880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2007/06/newbie-on-e-road.html' title='NeWbIe ON e RoAd'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-3320867373358488381</id><published>2007-02-27T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:24:25.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Kart - 2, Me - 0</title><content type='html'>Haizzz... Went back to Malaysia with Koibitoh, end up injuring my hand again when playin Go Kart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of CNY 18 Feb... crashed my car into the big umbrella and tore off the skin on my right palm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till now, still recovering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202007/hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crack near the beginin of the wound... was formed just on Sat, 24 Feb. Happily thinking its healed, i pressed my whole palm onto the floor to stand up... then i felt a spilt and saw it bleeding :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taste of hydroxide = PAIN... TORTURE !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-3320867373358488381?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/3320867373358488381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=3320867373358488381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/3320867373358488381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/3320867373358488381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2007/02/go-kart-2-me-0.html' title='Go Kart - 2, Me - 0'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-6011882995417919452</id><published>2007-02-06T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T09:24:53.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam Trip 1 - 3 Feb 2007 with parEntS &amp; GranDpArentS laH... PART 1</title><content type='html'>It was quite a smooth trip to Batam... except for the 'punishment' we had at the gantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have computerised the check-in from Singapore and we were told to DIY our own departures and even had to do fingerprinting.&lt;br /&gt;After which when we want to enter the departure hall - we had to 'stand in a line' by the aisle because we were 3 mins earlier !! Yes, we had gone thru the security check without knowing it wasn't time to check-in thus with the boarding card (looks &amp; use like ezlink) on hand the gantry will not allow us to pass through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were stuck at this little corner between the gantry and the guards while everyone walked by and scan their boarding pass... :&lt; so paiseh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, reached Batam in exactly 45mins but the terminal had no more dock space for us... so we were stranded by the side of the terminal for at least another 15-20 mins... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some snap shots I took when we first reached our resort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Batam%20Trip%201%20-%203%20Feb%2007/P1310016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the pool side and sea from above... Our 'chalet' is situated above the restaurant, reception, and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Batam%20Trip%201%20-%203%20Feb%2007/P1310017.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 'my house' for the next 3 days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Batam%20Trip%201%20-%203%20Feb%2007/P1310019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the inside view... got long balcony, 2 rooms (each with it's own toilet) and air-condition... which was rather not neccessary... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Batam%20Trip%201%20-%203%20Feb%2007/P1310020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goosh... pool is dried up, fishing pool has no fish... :&lt; = no ENTERTAINMENT !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-6011882995417919452?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/6011882995417919452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=6011882995417919452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/6011882995417919452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/6011882995417919452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2007/02/batam-trip-1-3-feb-2007-with-parents.html' title='Batam Trip 1 - 3 Feb 2007 with parEntS &amp; GranDpArentS laH... PART 1'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-116867978817040338</id><published>2007-01-13T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:16:28.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Beginning, New Stuff, New Car !!!</title><content type='html'>A Slow and Steady new start for 2007.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some might say, I slept thru the Year 2006, and began 2007 in a refreshing mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, New Year was going into a good start, with me having new roles to 'play' at work. Having my performance bonus... Spending 300++ for new year clothes (which originally costed 600++) for my family, and not forgetting my koibitoh :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to save up more money also, as I am taking my driving practical lessons. &lt;br /&gt;Yup, you SAW that right... I passed my basic theory on 12 Dec 06 and had since applied for my PDL to kick start my driving lesson... At first I thought it was only after you have passed your Advanced theory tat you den can only take up practical lessons... But on second thought, I remembered studying in the basic theory tat after you passed, you CAN applying for PDL to drive. Only catch is that you NEED to PASS final theory before you take practical tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further consideration, I applied for my PDL on the very same day and it would also mean it's gonna expire sonner... yup, PDL is renewable every 6mths. But it would also mean if I pass my final on 31 Jan 07, all i need to do is brush up on my practical and I could possibly drive on the roads by JUNE 07 !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is if I buck up on my practicals... instructor reminded me tat I'm still careless, remember to change gear, forget to check rear mirror. Turning smooth, forget to off signal... sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I kept talking about Stepwagon... heeheehee... It's finally here... We took it for a spin in JB but coz new car, can't drive more than 80km/h. Thus to and fro took us 4hrs !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we back at Spore, stopped at petrol kiosk to buy some stuff... Took a snapshot, heehee... Koibitoh said I so vain... :P will take another shot when we change to leather seats... (as promised by the car agent)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-116867978817040338?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/116867978817040338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=116867978817040338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/116867978817040338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/116867978817040338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-beginning-new-stuff-new.html' title='New Year, New Beginning, New Stuff, New Car !!!'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-115952413327777513</id><published>2006-09-29T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:02:13.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Older by a Year = Wiser by the Year *NOT</title><content type='html'>Hee hee... &lt;br /&gt;Yah lah.. for those of u whom forgot, it's MY BIRTHDAY....!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekek... din expect a little surprise in the office... my covering supervisor actually got me a presie!! My 1st for this year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5040/425/1600/P9280001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5040/425/320/P9280001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5040/425/1600/P9280002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5040/425/320/P9280002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waiting for my koibitoh to bring me out for dinner... :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-115952413327777513?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/115952413327777513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=115952413327777513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/115952413327777513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/115952413327777513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/09/older-by-year-wiser-by-year-not.html' title='Older by a Year = Wiser by the Year *NOT'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-115614990958390191</id><published>2006-08-21T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T16:45:09.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me in a new perm....</title><content type='html'>On 6 Aug 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to have a hair cut... at my bf's usual saloon... but... in the end I sat there for more than 5 hours... y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read the title for this post... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks have since past... and it is me... :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/My%20Personal%20Album/Me2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-115614990958390191?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/115614990958390191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=115614990958390191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/115614990958390191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/115614990958390191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/08/me-in-new-perm.html' title='Me in a new perm....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-115614532743575778</id><published>2006-08-21T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:28:47.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'Working' Plant</title><content type='html'>Ekek... rather my botak plant that was grown with help from my koibitoh's mom.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year in Sept... my workplace had a forum and we got a pot &amp; seeds to grow flowers.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the current progress (botak = no flowers bloomed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/N-L-B/Photo0110.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was months ago... when I first planted the seeds into the soil provided... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/N-L-B/Photo0111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little &lt;indirect&gt; sunshine from office (toilet) ekek... It grew... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/N-L-B/Plant.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatient with her progress... I brought it back to my koibitoh house. So that it will get more sunshine and care... But.... no flowers bloom... so we are suspecting it's a HIM....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-115614532743575778?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/115614532743575778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=115614532743575778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/115614532743575778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/115614532743575778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-working-plant.html' title='My &apos;Working&apos; Plant'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-115338478142315010</id><published>2006-07-20T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T16:39:41.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Brown has his very own song...</title><content type='html'>Only thing I heard was the Zhng my Car show... and today during my course... I found out he has created his own song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" name="audio_player_standard_gray" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="audio_id=1505992&amp;audio_duration=376.738&amp;valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://media.libsyn.com/media/mb/tmbs-070717-sian.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; padding-left: 110px; color: #f39; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://odeo.com/audio/1505992/view"&gt;powered by &lt;strong&gt;ODEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-115338478142315010?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/115338478142315010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=115338478142315010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/115338478142315010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/115338478142315010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/07/mr-brown-has-his-very-own-song.html' title='Mr Brown has his very own song...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-115069497765947017</id><published>2006-06-19T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:29:37.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My same date yet different year sista wedding !! 17 - 18 Jun 06</title><content type='html'>Phew... wat a weekend for me... Not tat I was catching soccer throughout... but it was as tiring as tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shida (as we liked to call her) was having her wedding ceremony on 17 Jun 06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Shidah%20wedding%2017%20-%2018%20Jun%2006/Henna160606.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different from chinese traditional wedding, I only had to be at her house by 11am on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shucks, as I realised that the camera that I brought along was not charged :&lt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the block opp. her place to get my hair done up first, since her sister and cousin were going too.... though it looked like something tat I previously did b4, it still looked pretty on me.. ekkekek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Shidah%20wedding%2017%20-%2018%20Jun%2006/Meon170606.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, realised that hairdos for the day were all complimentary from the bride herself. Thank you mak ! (tat's wat I called her, ever since she took care of me like her own baby sista)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12 plus the house was getting more and more crowded. Relatives and friends all came to give their well wishes... but too bad.. the bride was locked up in her room with her makeup artist cum dresser cum hairstylist (sama like chinese de but she got more barang barang compared wif chinese stylist). I got to go in subsequently after I changed into my baju. Yes, I had to change too coz I'm the nxt important person other den the bride coz I'm the bridesmaid...!! And never can you guess, this bridesmaid is as bz as the bride herself coz I had to change into 5 suits within the nxt 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart as I was, I managed with 2 suits on Sat and another 2 on Sun. heehee Got away with another 1 which was supposed to be for Sat, where the bride did changed into 3 different gowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gonna wait awhile to see the photos as the pros needs time to develop and send it back to the newly-wed. Sad me nv take solo shoots lor... coz blur me nv charge camera batt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day (18 Jun 06) to groom's side, I haf managed to only capture a pix of myself after my dearest came all the way frm serangoon to simei to fetch me hm :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Shidah%20wedding%2017%20-%2018%20Jun%2006/MeinPunjabi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine how packed and crowded was the groom's celebration, with 2000 guests expected... I only know the poor couple had to take photos after photos after photos and smiled all the way through that they had to haf late lunch (tis actually dued to the preparations by their 'own committee') People were coming frm everywhere, heard even overseas like penang and india.... phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily it was from 11am to 5 - 6pm and from the bride's side, we only reached the function hall slightly after 1pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-115069497765947017?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/115069497765947017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=115069497765947017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/115069497765947017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/115069497765947017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-same-date-yet-different-year-sista.html' title='My same date yet different year sista wedding !! 17 - 18 Jun 06'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-114984283484998053</id><published>2006-06-09T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:47:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W3 on 12 May 2006</title><content type='html'>Here's some photos taken when I went Wild Wild Wet last mth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee... think I really look fat... even in the previous post... Sigh... :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Wild%20Wild%20Wet%2012%20May%2006/GrpPix2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Wild%20Wild%20Wet%2012%20May%2006/GrpPix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Wild%20Wild%20Wet%2012%20May%2006/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-114984283484998053?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/114984283484998053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=114984283484998053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114984283484998053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114984283484998053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/06/w3-on-12-may-2006.html' title='W3 on 12 May 2006'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-114984272140563619</id><published>2006-06-09T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:45:21.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw VVIP season 2....</title><content type='html'>This time round... saw the emperor and emperess of Japan..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konichiwa !!!! Remember how staff welcome you when u enter into a Japanese restaurant? Really felt like saying Rasei Masei (Welcome) when they enter... not !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole environment was so intense even 1/2 hour before the VVIP arrive at Lvl 11. Compared to the previous arrival of Queen Elizabeth... this was very strict and secured... SPF ppl were standing guard almost everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even their camera crew was so COOL.... Cameramen, ladies, reporters, etc they were all in black suits and jackets !! Standing beside our local photographer... -_-" t-shirts, jeans, out-of-bed look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah... our photographers not so bad lah (at least for today) they were in shirts and ties... except for a lady who was in jeans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we weren't really allowed to take photos of the royal family... thus... my Samsung phone din come into good use also.. it has that irritating click when u take a pic. Nevertheless, got our in-house photographer to take a photo of me and a colleague sitting on the VERY chairs that the emperor and emperess sat when they were signing our autograph bk... (yah NOT my book lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/N-L-B/maznah_peilin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-114984272140563619?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/114984272140563619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=114984272140563619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114984272140563619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114984272140563619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-saw-vvip-season-2.html' title='I saw VVIP season 2....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-114765974203405431</id><published>2006-05-15T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:22:22.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sashimi....</title><content type='html'>We went to Suki Yaki for lunch... Saw me eating raw salmon... with wasabi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/OuRs%202%20HoLd/Photo0127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I dared him to eat just one little piece (not really very small also - to him, ekek) Yup, and I swore he won't be having this 'treat' on our BIG day... hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone and anyone reading this... can he our witnesses... in case I go against my words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-114765974203405431?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/114765974203405431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=114765974203405431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114765974203405431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114765974203405431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/05/sashimi.html' title='Sashimi....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-114532968753567231</id><published>2006-04-18T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:13:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're leaving... Buai buai Perhentian</title><content type='html'>Sad to leave but we have to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140046.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearie's lover on the island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140047.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the last time he saw her... after she finished her fish treat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4150054.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sun rise on our last day on the island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4150059.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4150060.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4150061.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4150072.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4150073.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4150070.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-114532968753567231?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/114532968753567231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=114532968753567231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114532968753567231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114532968753567231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/04/were-leaving-buai-buai-perhentian.html' title='We&apos;re leaving... Buai buai Perhentian'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-114532917106851384</id><published>2006-04-18T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:40:30.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from Perhentian</title><content type='html'>Haha... here's the pics... enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4120001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah! Finally reached Perhentian after a long &amp; tiresome 12+ hrs drive and a 30mins speedboat ride. [Taken outside my room - 6 while waiting for the others to unpack]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4120008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Full Moon on the 16th day of the chinese lunar calendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4120011.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wen Hun enjoying a drink n a game of poker after our well deserved dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4120012.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aik Soon... responding to the comments of the drive from Singapore. {Tired}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4120013.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dearie - "no problem... driving only mah. small casey..." {wondering if he's actually trying to hide frm the camera}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4130014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2nd day - On our snorkelling trip... 2 brothers continuing the water wrestling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4130015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shark attack !! or floating boey ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4130016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah! Guess who... W_N _U_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4130017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cheers - at our first destination - in front of Coral View Resort??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4130022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Our self proclaimed "Suai Ge" handsome guy, tanning... while we proceed to 2nd snorkelling point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4130023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me!! 1st in water on the 2nd snorkelling point, coz e 3 guys are nt really impressed at this location... fishes are reallliiiiii small here... hmm... think it's called turtle bay (this is where sea turtles come to lay eggs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4130025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He decided to come down &amp;amp; join me for a photo :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4130026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;View of a part of the island...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Round 2 - Fisherman: 6, Aik Soon: 5, Wen Hun: 6, Pei Lin: 3, Wen Qiang 0 Look at his depressing face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Another catch !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My catch... oops... it's the small one but still.... better than NOTHING.... ekek... This is called "kerisi" (Hope I din spell wrongly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Barakuda... where's my Barakuda..." I've not caught anything yet.... *stress*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1 more for the record !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah yeh !! Caught 2 fish while lowering the bait into water... Oops, 1 slip off the hook... {noticed the fish is bleeding... poor thingy}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;here's the one whom got off the hook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Baby barakuda!!! caught by fisherman... {forgot his name}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Our prized possession !!! after giving a few to the fisherman whom spent almost the whole day with us... total tally 30 fish caught !!! duration: 10+ am till almost 4 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Up close &amp;amp; personal wif...... baby barakuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Flat fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yellow tail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kerisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Perhentian%20Trip%2012%20-%2016%20Apr%202006/P4140045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well done Team !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-114532917106851384?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/114532917106851384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=114532917106851384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114532917106851384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114532917106851384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/04/photos-from-perhentian.html' title='Photos from Perhentian'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-114524725788107112</id><published>2006-04-17T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:14:17.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Perhentian 12 - 16 April 2006</title><content type='html'>I was back in reality... on 16 April 2006 at 9.05 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia &amp; Singapore customs was a smooth ride... no jam no spot checks... juz the regular questions n checking of the boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole body aching still... frm the 'slamming' session I had on 14 April (Thursday). Skin all burnt (chao ta)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog later n post the pics taken... me nw nd to work work work... prepare for counter duty at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhentian rating : 2 out of 5 stars **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-114524725788107112?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/114524725788107112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=114524725788107112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114524725788107112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114524725788107112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/04/pulau-perhentian-12-16-april-2006.html' title='Pulau Perhentian 12 - 16 April 2006'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-114439646425497700</id><published>2006-04-07T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T16:03:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored... boring... zzzZZZzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;faithfully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;emails&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;... (&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; tell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; joined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;rot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;rotting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;rotten&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;yr&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;packed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;loads&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;projects&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;starting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;FY&lt;/span&gt; {&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;} &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;re-organise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;existing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;groups&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;assigning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;jobs&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;catching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;kid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Deyi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;classmate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;WSS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ex-Workplace&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;upload&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;zi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;lian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;... !!! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gonna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;swim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;train&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;abs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;perhentian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt;... (&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;den&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;nxt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;gonna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;use&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;gym&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;tat's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;set&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;staff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;office&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;plain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;text&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;gonna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'brighten'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-114439646425497700?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/114439646425497700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=114439646425497700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114439646425497700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114439646425497700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/04/bored-boring-zzzzzzzzz.html' title='Bored... boring... zzzZZZzzz'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-114376713573891313</id><published>2006-03-31T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T09:05:35.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies...</title><content type='html'>My 3 sweeties... :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/CouSins/SweetGals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken on the train as we returned from Sentosa... on... hmm... Feb 2006 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun-filled day, and the first time, in fact, that I went to see the pink dolphins....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-114376713573891313?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/114376713573891313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=114376713573891313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114376713573891313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114376713573891313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/03/babies.html' title='Babies...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-114370376045727544</id><published>2006-03-30T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:29:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhentian... Here I come... !!!</title><content type='html'>Can't wait... finally settled everything there is for the trip accomodations... and transport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 gentlemen kindly offered their services to drive up to trengganu :&gt; coz it was pretty hard to find coaches and I got a lobang for car rental to malaysia at an affordable price (cheaper than taking coach to Merang !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess I'll be the navigator den... hopfully i can manage... with my 'no sense of direction'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon - the photos :&gt; [gonna make wen han bring his new camera]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-114370376045727544?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/114370376045727544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=114370376045727544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114370376045727544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114370376045727544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/03/perhentian-here-i-come.html' title='Perhentian... Here I come... !!!'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-114257989751349173</id><published>2006-03-17T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:23:08.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Elizabeth II</title><content type='html'>I saw the Queen !! X 3 I saw her.... !!!&lt;br /&gt;She looked so young... so pretty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog the rest later... now bz looking for info and booking of resort to perhentian nxt mth... sweat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&gt; chaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-114257989751349173?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/114257989751349173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=114257989751349173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114257989751349173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114257989751349173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/03/queen-elizabeth-ii.html' title='Queen Elizabeth II'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-114171900146628206</id><published>2006-03-07T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:10:01.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year... 3 months into 2006</title><content type='html'>Hiya... wonder if anyone still reads my blog... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 4mths since I last blog... was getting 'comfortable' and finding my own 'space' at the new environment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did blog a little through friendster... but... what the he*k... think I still prefer it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... New Year started slowly with me having to work on the 2nd day of 2006 !!! shucks...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for many of u out there... my organisation have decided to open on substituted holidays in order to cater to families wanting to bring their children to visit / to look at the collection available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, feel free to drop by as and when you like... :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... wat else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY - this year spent it in our sunny little island... 1st CNY in Singapore after more than 5 years of 'running away' to other countries??? ekek...&lt;br /&gt;1. mom n dad not working, thus got other opportunities to go tour at least peak time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Koibitoh no car to return to Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day - dearie got me a beautiful necklace from SK... (btw, any one can tell me the diff. btwn SK n Soo Kee???) and me got him a organiser which he can't bear to use... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 weeks of Feb - wonderful experience !! will blog another day solely for this... muz work out how to use D500 to send photos to email... *pending* smething not to be missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes Mar... trying to complete my review and report to see what I have done so far in my new company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April... got plan to go perhentian, malaysia... any takers to join in? and KL to attend koibitoh's cousin's wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat's all for nw... still working n it's break time for night shift staff... ppl are walking ard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-114171900146628206?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/114171900146628206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=114171900146628206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114171900146628206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/114171900146628206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-year-3-months-into-2006.html' title='A New Year... 3 months into 2006'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-113170143644121950</id><published>2005-11-11T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T17:30:36.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZzZzZzZz... forgetful me....</title><content type='html'>Current time @ wrk : 5:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nod.... nod* another 10 mins to survive b4 i can punch card n leave... still gonna go wheelock place to collect my koibitoh's HP batt.... blur kuku queen lor... the other day when I went to go collect.. in a rush, forgot to chk wat's included in the collection. after weeks den come searchin high n low for it... luckily they admitted n found it wif them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 2 days oso... thought lost my thumbdrive.... kept searchin high n low at my workdesk, called e counter, chked @ counter, called my dearie at hm to chk for mi... DUN Haf.... kept thinkin cant b i left in my uniform coz i took out everything le ah.... went to e loo.... thinkin aiyah try try c uniform haf anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in d end.....left my thumbdrive in my uniform's pocket 0-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ji juz called... he's here !! waitin for mi to knock off.... yeah !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buai for nw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-113170143644121950?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/113170143644121950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=113170143644121950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/113170143644121950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/113170143644121950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/11/zzzzzzzz-forgetful-me.html' title='ZzZzZzZz... forgetful me....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112858622761899202</id><published>2005-10-06T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:10:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoRe PiX....</title><content type='html'>MoRe Pho+os 2 Vi3w....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Scenery/Photo0073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is taken frm LKCRL(Lee Kong Chian Reference Library) Level 11 Public Access Area.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/My%20Personal%20Album/Photo0079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I noe I noe... it's taken in the LADIES.... but wat e heck... I was juz tryin to c if I really looked gd in e blouse... [as my koibitoh said... or mayb... he was sayin E BLOUSE looked gd...] :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Misc/Photo0081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5-10-2005 : Commonwealth Games 2006 - Queen Baton relay (QBR) came to National Library... The participants climbed up the stairs (all 16 floors) and reach the POD where we (supporters) saw the baton made of 24k gold !!!!!! There was also Susilo's wife, the table tennis player who attended the event....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112858622761899202?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112858622761899202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112858622761899202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112858622761899202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112858622761899202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-pix.html' title='MoRe PiX....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112838958500671695</id><published>2005-10-04T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:33:05.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos....</title><content type='html'>hiya hiya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as wat my dear dear said... mi so 'ai mei' (vain) tat i took pics of myself recently... though nt so pretty but i think i looked beta den b4 (except 4 my 2nd chin).... ekek... anyway... here's e photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/My%20Personal%20Album/Photo0078.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E rest of sum recent photos of mi, my dearie n frens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/OuRs%202%20HoLd/Picture016.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/OuRs%202%20HoLd/Picture047.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/FreNs/Picture030.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/FreNs/Picture046.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112838958500671695?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112838958500671695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112838958500671695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112838958500671695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112838958500671695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/10/photos.html' title='Photos....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112813140431227061</id><published>2005-10-01T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:54:46.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Sat @ WrK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First Sat ever... working.... sian... though nt really 1st time lah.... (previously with OLP - Sat &amp;amp; Sun classes..., wif my uncle - all day @ shop...) but den... still it's my 1st ever sat 4 a full-time job.... thank god it's alt sat lor... if nt... omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;juz read my email n guess got things to start doing le... but being a sat, seriously got no mood to do it lor... later lah... nw do lame lame thingy n enjoy e use of my thumbdrive... proudly sponsored by Wen Hun (applause!!) ekek... my birthday presie lah... den last nite transferred songs into it so can listen to sum music @ wrk lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;how m i feeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SIAN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;where m i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;in e office starin @ my PC lah !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;wat is my wrkin hrs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;today no counter so 8.30 - 12.30pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;when is my 1st sat counter duty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15 Oct (rpt time 9am) 10am - 3pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me a few days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/My%20Personal%20Album/Office.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ping gui... noticed e pix in my PC.... familiar?? ekek... c mommie how concern abt u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so long 4 nw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;library gonna open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n think it's time i go do my stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cherios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112813140431227061?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112813140431227061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112813140431227061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112813140431227061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112813140431227061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/10/1st-sat-wrk.html' title='1st Sat @ WrK'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112790237321387885</id><published>2005-09-28T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:12:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*blank*</title><content type='html'>8th day @ work... still dunno wat's going on ard mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess until i meet my reportin officer (RO) tmr mornin... den maybe will haf a clearer pic of wat's expected of mi to do lor.... juz received an email frm RO statin wat section i'm in charge of... think workload will come in after tis bah... looks kinda easy to handle but who noes wat goes on outside of the 4 walls nw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, i'm nt a pathetic gal who sits by e counter... dey R actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRAINED PROFESSIONALS&lt;/span&gt; who answers enquiries and does research work for lecturers, writers, uni students... etc....&lt;br /&gt;where i come under? after the librarians who SITS @ the counter lor... i do get roster to the counter too... but nt so often lah... maybe once a week bah.. at times nite shift too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat do i do after counter den... balek kapomg?? u &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WAIT &lt;/span&gt;long long ah.... when i'm nt at counter... usually i'll b hiding behind the main library compound (pssh, e glass doors tat state STAFF ONLY) yeh... i might be replyin to enquiries tat i've nt completed at counter or follow up wif phone calls... ah boh... sortin out my collection of materials n cataloguing the serials lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so nw u noe ah... dun go messing ard wif e COLLECTION at Lvl 11 of Lee Kong Chian Ref Lib... I'm in charge here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ekek... hmm wonder if i'm revealing any confidential info by statin wat i'm doin leh... beta nt say too much den.... mi signed papers to 'SEAL' my mouth tight de.... dun wanna get myself involved in any lawsuit.... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat's all for nw bah... later will post a few pic of mi at my desk... ekek... no one ard... den waitin for time to pass so can go watch QUIDAM... &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yeah....&lt;/span&gt; so snap snap here &amp;amp; dere....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112790237321387885?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112790237321387885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112790237321387885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112790237321387885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112790237321387885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/09/blank.html' title='*blank*'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112657920366288932</id><published>2005-09-13T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:40:03.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Bride</title><content type='html'>Juz attended my sec sch classmate's ROM on 8 sept 2005. 2nd ROM tat i've attended so far. But things ain as smooth flowing as it looked on e 1st tat i went for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's juz say, it was a long long wait juz for a few moment of quiet time and blessings for the couple. Minutes after we entered JOY room, justice of peace spoke and made the couple exchange their rings and said their vows. We were 'rushed' out of the room, without any other photos being able to be taken in the room with the newly-wed nor the justice. sian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still we managed to get a few other pics taken while we were waiting to enter the ROM and also later at lunch at e Mansonic restaurant which is juz a walk away and served nice lunch buffet... *droolin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Yin%20Yin%20ROM/16436752129323l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all reached ROM to meet the bride and groom...Ladies, frm the bride's side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Yin%20Yin%20ROM/16436820858977l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we waited... to enter the JOY room. where 2 people who were singles when entering, will be officially bond together and exit as Mr n Mrs Loo... *hey, i'm nt jokin but groom's surname is really LOO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Yin%20Yin%20ROM/16436857643963l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time !! Blessings from everyone who attended the ROM...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112657920366288932?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112657920366288932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112657920366288932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112657920366288932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112657920366288932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/09/beautiful-bride.html' title='Beautiful Bride'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112590471995836799</id><published>2005-09-05T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:18:39.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disastrous</title><content type='html'>LaSt FriDaY... dAm BoRiNg @ Hm... ThUs DeCiDeD 2 gO tOuCh-Up My EyE-bRoW cOz It'S bEEn 3 MtHs SinCe I dId It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KrIsTy - E gIrL wHo DiD iT 4 mI wAs @ RoAd ShOw ThUs Nt AvAiLaBlE. dEn I tHoUgHt, ToUcH-uP oNi, CaN gEt SoMe1 ElSe Do. So WeNt AhEaD 2 mAkE aPPt WiF aNoThEr GaL @ fAr EaSt OuTlEt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 1 hr plus of ordeal... it was done.. it didnt look quite rite, but thinking it'll peel off n be more natural so i let it be. Feeling tired n a little itchy @ the new wound...i decided to go hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG !!! i was screamin at myself when i 1st looked into the mirror n terrified at the look of my face... my left brow was arched n higher den my rite brow...!!!!!! din noticed tat at e salon wif tat tiny mirror of theirs. but nw, standing in front of my full length mirror, i cld see very obviously tat both brows r different !!!! gosh !!! i freaked out... n started msgin ppl n complaining.... tryin to work out a way to get it resolved... coz i've got a fren's ROM to attend n dearie's fren 21st b'dae party to go... i cant go in tis state... NO WaY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThUs SatuRdaY, sinCe I'vE got No DanCing LessOn, I went to get My HaIrCut n TreaTment. PreParinG mySelf for tHe upComInG fUnCtIoNs.... my hair stylist was stunned too... to c 1. mi hair so messed up n 2. mi eyebrow - unskilled done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus she suggested tat i do away wif all those coloured hair.. tryin to keep my length but @ e same time trim away all those by e sides... those tat makes my face n hair looked 'heavy'. Noeing my brows are terrible (at e moment)... she thought she cld help mi by covering it up wif tonnes of fringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lah... nw got tis kawaii look tat even my dad cant recognise me... even praised tat i look gd.... (pssh... it's a rare rare thingie tat my dad praises anyone... tis being e 2nd time he commented on my hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will try posting the photo of e new me, later... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun wanna maximise my new monitor tat i bought ytd at COMEX... ekek....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112590471995836799?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112590471995836799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112590471995836799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112590471995836799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112590471995836799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/09/disastrous.html' title='Disastrous'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112504266741181899</id><published>2005-08-26T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:51:07.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pHoNe CaLL</title><content type='html'>Gee... was happily chattin on the phone wif my dearie... and a second line beeped thru... unfamiliar no. but was wondering if it might be important, thus got off wif him n retrieved the second call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. I'm Sandy from NLB..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NLB...!!! NLB... = National Library Board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was juz abt to get all worried and yet excited as today was the dateline of the 2 weeks tat Sandy had earlier spoke of. I had an interview on Monday, 8 Aug and she did mentioned I should get a call from her w/i the nxt 2 weeks if nt I'll b gettin a letter to state tat my interview and application was unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried as it's gonna be another journey of job hunting... which I have been embarking on. Plus if it's gonna be as preferred by the head of panel of interviewers tat day. They gonna place me in the New Reference Library @ Bugis, which means I'm gonna have to work on Saturdays n Sundays = no time to spend with my DEARIE.... omg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited as it's gonna mark the end of my no $$ to spend days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm calling to see if you're still interested in the opening of the Library Officer." said Sandy&lt;br /&gt;She called to tell me that the panel has come to a decision and is interested in roping me in as a Library Officer for the New Reference Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah... mind confused... dunno wat to write... spoke to Serene and Ian. They're both happi for mi as I've found a job... but y m I still frowning as I'm writing tis... sigh.... guess u might guess it n they both knew.... no mood to continue nw... gonna go out for appt soon.... maybe come bk refreshed will continue with the phone conversation n the part which made it difficult to make my decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over n out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112504266741181899?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112504266741181899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112504266741181899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112504266741181899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112504266741181899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/08/phone-call.html' title='A pHoNe CaLL'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112383553391448635</id><published>2005-08-12T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T16:32:13.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn...</title><content type='html'>Haiz... been looking 4 a job since Aug 1... nw oni NLB got back n asked mi to go for interview on Monday, 15 Aug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 'Sa Gua', heard tat if I really joined NLB and being posted to community libraries, i gonna haf to work on Sats n Suns... he painicked... ekek... at first still very supportive... say wat... "go lah, y dun join NLB, u sure can get in wan rite? den no nd to fred over jobless lor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nw I confirm go try my luck, told him of my 'workin schedule' den guess wat he say... "beta go find those admin jobs u were lookin at"... ekek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, at times... i was wondering if i did the right move. by leaving DYSS so hasely or was it not a carefully thought thru decision tat i've made since june... for almost 2 weeks nw... i've been doin nothin except lookin for jobs online and surfin my emails n chattin occassionally and keepin my dearie company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm typin these... he lays dere, slpin like a baby.... totally different from the guy i saw tis mornin whom juz returned from a night of work and toil... it's been two full nites of work and today i can really see he's exhausted from it... poor boy... workin so hard to gain recognition and to earn more $$ to form his rugby team.... hehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries, we'll work hard together and get thru tis... rugby team.... maybe lah... ekek...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112383553391448635?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112383553391448635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112383553391448635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112383553391448635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112383553391448635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/08/yawn.html' title='Yawn...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112382720251509318</id><published>2005-08-12T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:13:22.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Lah Play somemore PC games... or watever games....</title><content type='html'>Refer to this web article published by Reuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6448213/did/8888579/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6448213/did/8888579/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112382720251509318?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112382720251509318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112382720251509318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112382720251509318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112382720251509318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/08/play-lah-play-somemore-pc-games-or.html' title='Play Lah Play somemore PC games... or watever games....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112350310410317918</id><published>2005-08-08T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:11:44.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18:53</title><content type='html'>Got a call from NLB tat I'm suppose to go down next monday for an interview... hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112350310410317918?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112350310410317918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112350310410317918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112350310410317918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112350310410317918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/08/1853.html' title='18:53'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112348954610580179</id><published>2005-08-08T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:25:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rottin...</title><content type='html'>Still applyin for jobs.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112348954610580179?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112348954610580179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112348954610580179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112348954610580179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112348954610580179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/08/rottin.html' title='Rottin...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112139072338928198</id><published>2005-07-15T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T09:25:23.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job LoBanGs AnYoNe...</title><content type='html'>blues... it's been one week and i've yet to hear from the company... geez... guess i must have fallen behind and lost the job... surely it must have been that analysis form tat i filled up earlier and made mistakes later on... sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any job offerings anyone...? sigh... i've still got bills to pay... classes to attend soon... sad.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112139072338928198?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112139072338928198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112139072338928198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112139072338928198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112139072338928198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/07/job-lobangs-anyone.html' title='Job LoBanGs AnYoNe...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112081263102451139</id><published>2005-07-08T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:50:31.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeRvE wReAkInG dAy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was being interviewed by 3 ppl today. first was the manager whom i spoke to on wed, followed by 2 team leaders - one in charge of asia-pac: japan, taiwan and china? and the other asia-pac: australia and new zealand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;They looked really nice ppl, but I was really taken aback by the qns that they were asking... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"if i were to call your current empolyer, what would be the weaknesses that they might point out about you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"how would you see yourself delegating work to other?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"how does your family and friends comment / look at you as?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"did you encounter inter-conflicts with your colleagues, how did you deal with it?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"what is your thoughts abt stress, how do you cope with stress?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;gosh, i never thought going through an interview with an international company would be that major. Really opened my eyes to a whole world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;geesh w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;as i kinda put thru 'hell' within tat timeframe of 20mins !! can u imagine? juz 20mins and it felt like ages... previously that hour long conversation with the manager alone, wasnt tat bad.. or maybe as wat she said, it's early in the mornin and maybe the slpbug was still loiterin in her head... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;confidence level - downscaled to 55%?? dunno... manager looked impress but haf to win over the other 2 leaders too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pray hard n counting down to Monday... 3 days to go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112081263102451139?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112081263102451139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112081263102451139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112081263102451139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112081263102451139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/07/nerve-wreaking-day.html' title='NeRvE wReAkInG dAy'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-112065745103373107</id><published>2005-07-06T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:44:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New HoriZen ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Posted out my resume last week and got an reply on Mon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;went down for the interview tis mornin and got myself a 2nd interview tis Fri !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;shouldnt be a problem to secure a new job soon... ekek... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;keep u ppl updated soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;take care... tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-112065745103373107?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/112065745103373107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=112065745103373107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112065745103373107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/112065745103373107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-horizen.html' title='New HoriZen ...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111836385492135126</id><published>2005-06-10T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T08:37:34.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.... sian.... sad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;borin life... stagnent work... seriously wondering how on earth did i ended this way... wasting my life... everything seemed pointless at this time... everything that i achieved, i done, i experienced, i fought for will be gone with the wind, when i'm six feet under.... so wat the heck with me fightin and tryin to struggle for survival in this cruel world n society...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey, dun think i'm tryin to write my last will or testimonial... COZ I AM NOT...&lt;br /&gt;juz tat maybe today's kinda too blue.... and in constrast I shld be happy coz its the weekend already....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;recently spotted a nice blog from lee ming (deyi librarian)... it was awarded best international blogger site... and she does offer stuff tat girls kinda like... and for the GUYS... maybe it'll b a site for ur references as to wat most girls needs and wants....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;www.xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;enjoy... while i ponder away wat to do nxt and maybe complete the report i'm suppose to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111836385492135126?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111836385492135126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111836385492135126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111836385492135126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111836385492135126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/06/sigh-sian-sad.html' title='Sigh.... sian.... sad....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111778185330016521</id><published>2005-06-03T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:57:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Day :&gt;</title><content type='html'>365 days ago... on tis very same day... I was still hard at work and even after work I still had to rush down to Tampines from Ang Mo Kio... to help out at my uncle's medical shop. Afterwhich, I received an sms, asking wat time I'm going home, do I need a ride... never did I expect... it became the ride of my life.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving me to a secluded area in Ponggol... searching for the stars in the sky for mi... it was a windless nite and the place was kinda packed with ppl fishing and strollin... he popped the question... but I hestitated... he was disappointed... he persisted... and when he sent mi home... I agreeded... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, it seemed like oni ytd, when it happened.... and now he becomes indispensable in my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, when i was at home, he sms and told mi he was going to be late... later on, he called and mentioned he'll be coming by later to fetch mi... but since after the call... i waited for an hour... to no sign of his car... was wondering wat was e delay... tried calling his handphone and it was engaged... " maybe the batt flat" but as time passed... i was beginning to wonder... if something actually happened... tried to call a couple times more... still off... called his brothers... no one answered too... another hour passed.... i was on my feet and out the door... tryin hard to spot his vehicle... every cab and car tat might possibly haf in him... but none... den at 10pm, he sms and said he's coming... my heart sank.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he appeared at my door step, he looked tired n exhausted.... he looked unhurt... thus i pondered and asked wat had happened... he was smiling... n passed me a FEDEX n told mi to open...&lt;br /&gt;thinkin it must e my surprise for our anniversary... inside it was yet another box... den... i saw my watch... shaped in a spaceman helmet... i was stunned n speechless.... he was missing for so long juz to get my watch done... *my poor dearie* gone thru so much to get e stuff for mi n put in some much effort it make it perfect n nice for mi... i'm so touched... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookin at wat i've done for him, i'm so belittled... &lt;br /&gt;**wonder if he likes mine present for him...**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111778185330016521?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111778185330016521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111778185330016521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111778185330016521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111778185330016521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/06/happiest-day.html' title='Happiest Day :&gt;'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111759710442410691</id><published>2005-06-01T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:38:24.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Photos frm Lang Tengah Mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/P1010049.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/P1010044.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/P1010043.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111759710442410691?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111759710442410691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111759710442410691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111759710442410691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111759710442410691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/06/other-photos-frm-lang-tengah-mates.html' title='Other Photos frm Lang Tengah Mates'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111637998979332442</id><published>2005-05-18T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T09:33:09.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HomE aLonE X 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Wah so accurate ah... extracted from yahoo horoscope... n nw even the Straits Times is also getting the horoscope from the same source....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Libra -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's time to talk about whatever it is that's been keeping you awake at night and preventing you from concentrating during business hours. You've tried to handle it alone, and that hasn't worked. Ask for help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but anyway.... tat has nth to do wif my home alone stuffie.... it's becoz... today is e day where my parents haf 'retired' n is gg abroad for a vacation...!!! felt so hapi for them as they haf finally stopped the ordeal of havin to toil n moan abt the shop... but oso kinda sad tat they gonna leave us all alone in Singapore... it's nt as if tis is the first time ... juz tat... earlier they  went redang wif my bro while i went to lang tengah... n its oni for a couple of days... tis time round... my dad arranged to go back to his 'hometown' in China n will b away for 2 FULL weeks.... n all tis while i'm gonnna b stuck wif my bro....argh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;last nite helped them to make last minute arrangements... packed their stuff into bags... make sure they've got all things they needed... blah blah blah... n finally went to bed at 1am... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;later gonna try to make it to the airport to send them off... wanted to surprise them.. but seriously worried tat i wun make it in time... thus had to let them noe last nite tat i'll b mtg them at the airport b4 their departure... :&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;aniway... sch over for today at 9.30am.. gonna keep myself bz till den n it's off to the airport for mi... cherios for nw... &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/7146352-111637998979332442?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111637998979332442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111637998979332442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111637998979332442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111637998979332442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/05/home-alone-x-2.html' title='HomE aLonE X 2'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111586671084120211</id><published>2005-05-12T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T10:58:30.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HappY MothEr's Day !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bz bz since i came bk from my trip.... friday nite made tonnes of puddings... sat spent all day buying pressies n baking kueh with mi 'po po' (bf's mom) help... rush rush... manage to get to 3rd aunt's hse by 6.30pm... den it's makan time n celebrations for all e wonder moms in the family.... sad.... forgot to bring camera... :&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Mother%20Day%20Celebration%20070505/Photo0042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;moms of the family... standin frm left: 2nd aunt-in-law, 2nd aunt n 3 aunt; sitting frm left: my fav grandma !!! n my most wonderful mom :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Mother%20Day%20Celebration%20070505/Photo0044.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;two new additions in the family... actually nt new oso le... but oso moms of their own... sumi on the extreme left and sumira on the rite... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111586671084120211?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111586671084120211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111586671084120211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111586671084120211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111586671084120211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HappY MothEr&apos;s Day !!!!!'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111586623471950929</id><published>2005-05-12T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T10:59:59.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More from Lang Tengah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;here's more from our new found friends....c e diff btn gd n cheapo camera... sigh... must go invest n buy one camera liao... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/grpie.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;another shot at the group when trekking... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/departure.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;taking a photo together b4 their departure (frm left: Chin and Idah) on 010505... while we stay for another day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111586623471950929?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111586623471950929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111586623471950929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111586623471950929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111586623471950929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-from-lang-tengah.html' title='More from Lang Tengah...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111534989178849760</id><published>2005-05-06T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T11:24:51.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lang Tengah 290405 - 030505</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally.... got everything together and now it's photo viewing time :&gt; ekek.... there's a few blurred (but i looked nice in it !!! shrugs....) due to my poor photo technique with digital camera... sad... but overall still okie lah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;okie okie... no talk no talk... Here we go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;actualli wanted to take the catfish inside the water... but seemed like nt successful coz of oil pollution at the jetty.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0006.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;after exactly 10 hours of coach and he still looking fresh... reali cant wait to get there i suppose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0007.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;please oh please dun tell mi we're takin tis boat over... it looked as if it gonna give way anytime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0009.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okie... here come's our transport... at least got shelter... but once inside.. it's a bumpy 30mins ride in tis 20++ seater speedboat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0017.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;man-made rainbow.... a little console over the bumpy ride but wen han was sayin "u wanna see, go my workplace when the gardener is watering the plants... u get even BIGGER RAINBOW -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0020.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;upon reaching, we had a briefing by one of the staff called Bi (by) and it was free n ez till lunchtime... so we put our bags n roam ard the area... spotted e hammerock !! shiok !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0021.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my turn.... but was worryin tat i might fall off it... as you noe they always film funi videos of ppl fallin frm it.. seriously wonder how tat guy managed to squeeze into tat tiny thingie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0026.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the pub cum KTV cum disco... looked quite small... but spacious enuff... hopefully it's gonna be happening lah... we'll see abt it later on tonite... pssh... later found out oni got limited range of songs for KTV... one spotlight as DISCO... makin everyone dizzy instead lolz... and drinks were oni tiger, caslberg or coke -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0027.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the surfer board at the main entrance of the pub... cant see much though... but it was oso here where we saw fire works... lighted by another grp of guests who arrived on 29th April.. but after the 2nd one, they got warned by the manager coz it's nt allowed.. i suppose they were worried tat nearby ships might think it's an SOS signal n later all come to the resuce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0030.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;view of the sea from where the pub is... nice hor... even wen bin was droolin over it... ekek... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0025.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;blurred 1 - e resident squirrel named boi boi, he's been ard sq pt lang tengah since he was a baby... thus he's nt scared ard ppl... in fact.. earlier during tea break i even managed to feed him toast bread... after a multiple unsuccessful attempts by our man... lol (u noe who)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0033.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;blurred 2 - suppose 2 b my victory photo after i won wen qiang in 3 times in a row... in a game of malay boardgame... forgot wat's it called le... but anyway.. after day 1 of failure... he managed to learn the trick and won me, every game till the nite b4 we went back :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0036.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;blurred 3 - we pratically spent time at the hammerock every day... without fail... but tis time rd seemed to nt get the photo nicely... sad... i pose so nice... sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0040.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the view of the sea when i am lying on the hammerock... nice rite??? peaceful rite.... want to go already rite.... heehee... ask mi lor.. i got lobang there now liao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0045.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as we were preparing to go for the jungle trekking... tis boi had to play with all my stuff... (or rather the bandana and glasses) den rack everything tat's in my purse n pouch... (*whisper* - he even applied my lip gloss.... lolz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0047.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;our group... we arrived together on 290405 nt knowin one another... but we depart n returned to our own homeland... as frens sayin bye bye n take care... there's suppose 2 b another couple wif us but it seemed they rather spent it alone... n one more lady.. is our photographer lor... oso MIA den e malay-lookin man on the extreme rite is our guide of e day - the lone ranger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0049.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;along the route we were brought to a well where it's not being used already... when there used to be civilisation here... they depended on this well for water.. but ever since a person jumped in n ppl saw a head near where the guide's hand is... they moved out of the island le... scenario sound familiar??? ekek....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0050.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;along the left side of the photo is a trail left by a lizard... it sneak up to the hole to eat the sea turtle's eggs...tis is the spot where sea turtles are often spotted to breed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0052.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a snapshot at turtle bay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0053.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a snapshot of the sea at turtle bay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0055.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;paper anione? the bark of tis tree felt exactly like paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0057.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;blurred 4 - this tree truck got spikes juz like the porcupine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0058.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;spot the elephant head at the rite side of the photo?? nt quite clear though... but if u're there... u can c it clearly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0064.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;another photo of us... 1/3 way through the trekking expedition...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0061.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the sea... the guide mentioned tis will be the spot where we can c sunrise... if we are willing to wake up as early as 4.30 / 5am.... sunrise spotting at 5.30am.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0062.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;clarissa and dennis from KL, oso wanting to take photo with the elephants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0063.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;climbing down a steep slope along the cliff side...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0067.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the last two ppl who's always at the bk of the group... nt becoz we are slow... but we kept stoppin to take photos while the guide juz carried on walkin walkin walkin... actually we got dennis and clarissa too... ah boh how we took couple photo leh.... duh.... :P&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0069.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dennis spotted a crack with water that's crystal clear... guess the sea water must haf been filtered or rather magic...?? lols&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0068.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a closer look at the crack and u can even spot fish inside...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0066.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;almost back where we started... earlier the route was needing all our four limps thus cant tk anymore photos... den now relax liao... take some more lor... ekek... tis is some kind of fruit tat's a bunch like grapes but yet frm far it looked like pineapple hanging on a tree...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0070.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;blue coloured flowers tat looked like blue berries from afar....&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0073.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;last dinner on e island... BBQ style... we got the same too on our first day...it's kinda a standard to have at least one meal of BBQ but coz we stayed an additional nite... so got 2 BBQ lor... :&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0074.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but tonight coz got more ppl.... so got fried rice and mee goreng... den BBQ chicken wings, BBQ fish, black pepper beef and baked potato.. but hor... tonite potato cut into halves... lolz... ration lah mani ppl ard.. :&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0077.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;had nasi lemak for breakfast before departure... :( markes the end of our trip too... sad....&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0080.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;one last look at the reception and 'souveniur shop' at the rite side...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0085.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;photo by the porch of the jetty where we gonna take our boat back to reality... :( X 100000&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0087.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dive center and the rooms at the rite side... &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0088.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at the signboard of Square Point Lang Tengah Resort&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0090.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;us wanting to take wif the signboard...asked someone to take for us... but i suppose...u noe...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0097.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entertainer of the Trip !!!! Goes to "Wah Zai"...tis guy really knows his dance moves... and is able to speak fluently in 4 languages!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0099.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time to go...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0103.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tis is it... buai buai resort... buai buai island... buai buai ppl... buai buai mosquito... buai buai squirrel... buai buai trees... buai buai sea... buai buai sand... bye........!!!!!!!! :( &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0105.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;buai sea cucumber...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/BENQ0108.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tis is the air-con boat if you gonna go stay at laguna redang - where the movie "xia ri mo mo cha" was filmed... it was fully booked together with the other 17 resorts available dere... thus i managed to grab a room at lang... nt a bad trip too.... btw, my dad came bk from redang reef...(beside laguna redang).. this morning at 8am... will update here when i hear more from them... &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;okie okie... that's all folks... :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111534989178849760?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111534989178849760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111534989178849760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111534989178849760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111534989178849760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/05/lang-tengah-290405-030505.html' title='Lang Tengah 290405 - 030505'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111509730244680725</id><published>2005-05-03T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:15:02.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired bUt FuN wItH sHaRk SpOttInG !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sob sob.... i'm back in reality... back at work.... sigh.... but it was all worth while... except for the stupid incident on the trip bk... tat made my dearie spent a bomb for a cab bk hm juz to e hm earlier to catch a little more slp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;coach was travellin by the coastal route and went kuantan before comin bk to JB...&lt;br /&gt;we had quite a few breaks here n dere... KS ppl had to always go down... window shoppin... if nt buy tonnes of local products or tibits for the road... kept havin us wait for them....&lt;br /&gt;den worst still, near the expressway to JB, dere was an accident (car crashed into the railings / road divder) and caused a major jam... luckily our driver heard of it when we stopover at Yong Peng, so we had to tk another route tat took a little more time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;worst of all....juz when we thought we are within reach frm home... 2 stupid girls frm a group had to happily leave their bags in e coach when we reached e spore customs... thus the coach was retained by e guards to do a chk n questions the girls... since the case... we decided to leave the coach and took a cab directly at woodlands and head bk home... by the time we were bk... it was 2am already... unpacked a little... showered, hit the bed... we were up again at 6.15am.... unwillingly but no choice.... head for work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;will upload the photos later on.... took over 100 shots... ekek... so must filter thru.... and slowly upload all of them after i recover from the trip.... maybe in another 2 - 3 days bah... till den.... :&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111509730244680725?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111509730244680725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111509730244680725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111509730244680725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111509730244680725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/05/tired-but-fun-with-shark-spotting.html' title='Tired bUt FuN wItH sHaRk SpOttInG !!!'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111448814857170671</id><published>2005-04-26T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:02:28.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Study, or do Nth....</title><content type='html'>It's bk to that time again... every now and den.. u'll cum across tat stupid crossroad... and haf to decide which way to turn... now tat i'm approaching July 2005, wif my contract ending... i'm faced with the dilemma once again.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know... I've been with Deyi Sec as a Library Officer for almost 2 yrs nw... and tis past yr had been a hard one... especially when P is new, VP is newer and cums another in-charge who's NEW to teachin.... -_-" everything tat was once a teacher's job landed into my ever increasing job scope... plus, with P and VP tryin to beautify their own portfolio, to gain promotions later on, they are also pressin down hard on the teachers and me to work on the library area and invite more students to visit the library and create a 'happening' atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struggling to work with datelines and creating new ideas, plus the usual work load... things haf never been the same...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111448814857170671?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111448814857170671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111448814857170671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111448814857170671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111448814857170671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/04/work-study-or-do-nth.html' title='Work, Study, or do Nth....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111424509513520674</id><published>2005-04-23T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T16:31:35.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashed and burnt</title><content type='html'>Juz came back from a briefing as a tuition co-ordinator.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe... those tat are often published in the papers.... stating it home-based, earn $$ and all tat stuff... haf always wondered what the heck its all abt... juz a couple days ago.. i saw one tat was located juz 5 mins bus ride away.. den i thought... y nt... juz call up and c wat's e whole deal abt it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.... tis is it... u SIGN UP as a member... make use of a DATABASE full of tutors, tat they haf built up already, and wah la.... u wait for ur money to roll in... no lah.. nt so easy... u got to FIND ur own students for the tutors... and after a match, u collect 50% of the first month's tuition fee from the tutor... it so happen also tat this mangaer of the agency was a ex-teacher in Deyi... and he's so interested in roping me in after he knows i'm still at Deyi... kinda feel cheated... but as all things are... small money nt out... big money nv rolls in... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah... i din join them... still considering though... but NOPE I DIN PAY anything or sign anything.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, tis ain nothin... it was oni when I called home after realising tat I had a missed call... My dad had to tell me tat the NUS letter was HERE.... he was so excited and 'beg' to open it up... "watever... juz open lor.." i said... and my batt went flat...but in my heart i knew wat was the result... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, how was it?" i asked when i reached home.. my dad had to turn ard and gave me tis sad look... "Din make it, guess it's really hard to get in nowadays..." &lt;br /&gt;At tat moment, it did hurt a little... disappointed i guess... for not makin it... thinkin m i tat bad in studies or is it juz becoz of the positions available were too minimal n tat NUS too strict in their requirements... &lt;br /&gt;anyway... my dad asked if i was going to try again next year... i shaked my head... and said forget it.. i'm not reali tat keen on going back to studies anyway.. not nw at least... or mayb it's juz tat it's no point since i've left my chance behind... 3 years ago.. and tat chance is nv coming back again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... got to go back to packin up... and get my stuff together for my trip... :&gt; watever it is can wait till i'm back from my trip :&gt; i'm gonna enjoy myself first... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111424509513520674?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111424509513520674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111424509513520674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111424509513520674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111424509513520674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/04/crashed-and-burnt.html' title='Crashed and burnt'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111408735292715561</id><published>2005-04-21T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:42:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A special Cake for E gamblers...</title><content type='html'>A little late for tis... but thought I shld post up a little stuff.... since my blog is gettin boring n my dearest fren is always postin up photos.... and m havin nth to do while waitin for my b'dae boy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ekek... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops..... he's comin to fetch mi.... think nth can b posted... will do it later tis wk... i'll get it up sooner or later... i promise..... :&gt; cherios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111408735292715561?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111408735292715561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111408735292715561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111408735292715561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111408735292715561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/04/special-cake-for-e-gamblers.html' title='A special Cake for E gamblers...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111407282618610115</id><published>2005-04-21T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T17:06:55.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lang Tengah.... I cant wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hee hee... my 'mak' (mother in malay) juz came back from a short getaway at Lang Tengah too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sending me those photos tat she took dere with her new digital video camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ekek.. seriously look pretty pretty there although she had to tell me tat the resort i'm stayin is not as nice as her and it does not come with a swimmin pool... who cares... i'm going snorkellin... !!!! wish i can take more photos... hmm... or mayb i should buy a memory card too for my camera... will c how lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chk out the photo... of my to be resort room location...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/bluecoralresort008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blue Coral Resort... individual villa with a swimming pool within the resort area.... kiv it's NOT ur own swimming pool at ur doorstep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/bluecoralresort035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A look at the swimming pool....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Lang%20Tengah/bluecoralresortpart2024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;supposely tis is gonna be where i'll be stayin.... looks quite okie lah... hor... maybe juz tat we got neighbours lor... :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111407282618610115?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111407282618610115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111407282618610115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111407282618610115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111407282618610115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/04/lang-tengah-i-cant-wait.html' title='Lang Tengah.... I cant wait...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111379472652900943</id><published>2005-04-18T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:25:26.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache, Tummyache, brain dead.....</title><content type='html'>First thing in the mornin and I had to face the Sec 4 NA students.... playing around the lib... messing ard and playin with the computers which they are not suppose to in the first places.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what the teachers are doing..... chatting with one another, if not marking their papers.... they're suppose to be here to guard the students from messing ard and yet they're closing both eyes as to what they are doing.... argh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday, i already had a hard time cleaning up the library after the mess created by the NT students.... 3 full hours juz to tidy the shelves.... and now all these again... -_-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really suspect if i can really manage to tahan till end july... it feels like a waste to drop it all now plus my hard earned bits of bonus.... yet looking at these monkeys everyday.... i felt like surrendering all at once..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reali reali lookin forward to my trip..... so i can stay away for the week..... away from all these freaks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111379472652900943?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111379472652900943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111379472652900943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111379472652900943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111379472652900943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/04/headache-tummyache-brain-dead.html' title='Headache, Tummyache, brain dead.....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111327896045213575</id><published>2005-04-12T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:33:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitiawan photos.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for the late late late late late update.... anyway u noe where else to view the photos... these are juz for those lazy bums aka nth beta to do ppl.... who has kindly decided to chk out my blog often... :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thankie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first few days at upon arrival at Sitiawan, Malaysia and we haf been 'driving' ard...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;First Day of Lunar New Year, and we sneak out to Ipoh to visit...but all shops were closed n we landed at Pi Li Dong (a popular tourist attraction - cave). This shot is from the cave half way thru the climbing to the top... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top of the World --- Not As we thought we were done climbin... Wen Han realised dere's another stairway leading upstairs.... He himself panting too....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm panting due to lack of exercise nowadays, and tat fellow besides me is still laughing away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tis is it -- Finally... I really looked exhausted dun I? But think u girls out dere are more interested in the guy beside me??? Pssh.... "he's available"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tis is it -- Finally!!!! Tis guy... erm.. taken by u noe who... sori ladies... ekek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/25.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tis is taken as we came down hill... at the half way resting area... wanna noe wat's behind? scroll further... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/23.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ta Da.... it's a calligraphy of the word "Buddha" on the embedded stone on the outside of the cave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/27.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Us at the entrance of the temple, wer we first started our tough journey up the cave.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/29.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Does it seemed like I'm tryin to 'sell' him....? lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/51.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Takin photos as we left for Pangkor Island..."must be tryin to hide my braces..." tat's y the funny smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/53.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Beautiful sun, sea and sand!!!!! Behind is a look at the sea as we past the road towards the beach... p/s: tis is still not the part where we are plannin to snorkel and swim okie... it's said to be even prettier !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/61.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2nd beach as we ride (yeah... we rented motor bikes and e guys drove) towards our destination... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/77.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;back at home... the planation behind their grandma's house... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/79.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;more vegetation.... n here.... shu ying is tryin to pluck the medicine grass while Wen Qiang warns tats she's gonna get spankin when grandma returns... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/81.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the long walk back to the house.... actually nt very long lah... 2-3mins lor... but can already imagine how huge is their place hor... stunning big....(where can u find it in our small small island of singapore??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/73.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;di di playing with wat's remains of the fire crackers and stuffs which is illegal in S'pore... it's his first time too... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111327896045213575?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111327896045213575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111327896045213575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111327896045213575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111327896045213575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/04/sitiawan-photos.html' title='Sitiawan photos.....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111327388036945367</id><published>2005-04-12T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:34:46.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tryin to recall and refresh the things taught by teachers.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/britjit/Sitiawan%20CNY%202005/47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Taken in the ferry on our way to Pangkor Island at Lumut, Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111327388036945367?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/111327388036945367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=111327388036945367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111327388036945367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/111327388036945367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/04/trying-something.html' title='Trying something...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-111277779017634280</id><published>2005-04-06T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T16:56:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Day......</title><content type='html'>another few minutes to go before i finish work... juz wanna try out the new HP flat screen monitor and CPU that the school bought for the Library... ekek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-111277779017634280?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146352.post-110985416349086489</id><published>2005-03-03T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T20:49:23.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat A GaL Wants / Thinks</title><content type='html'>When a GIRL is quiet, Millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL is not arguing, She is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions,She is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL answers "i'm fine" after a few seconds,She is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL stares at you, She is wondering why you are lying.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL lays on your chest, She is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL calls you everyday, She is seeking for your attention.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL wants to see you everyday, She wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL sms's u everyday, She wants you to reply at least once.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says I love you, She means it.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says that she can't live without you,She has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says "i miss you", No one in this world can miss you more than that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-110985416349086489?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/110985416349086489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=110985416349086489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110985416349086489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110985416349086489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/03/wat-gal-wants-thinks.html' title='Wat A GaL Wants / Thinks'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-110869920980762981</id><published>2005-02-18T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T12:00:09.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I noe I'm Blessed (我是幸福的）</title><content type='html'>Juz heard over the radio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from a broken family and has since lived with my mom after their official divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although life has been tough in the family... but i'm glad i have a wonderful boyfriend.... He will always pop by my class and chat, as and when there's a break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after school, he'll surely rush home to finish his homework and cycle down to my house and accompany me for lunch... often we'll also ride on his bicycle and wonder around the neighbourhood or juz sit at home and watch TV.  By 5.30pm, he'll return home for his dinner and help his mom with the housework. Rain or shine, he'll den come over again at 7.30pm to keep me company till 11plus before he heads home for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad wasn't happy abt him returning home so late... and warned him that if he ever return past midnite... he'll be locked out. Once, he wanted to celebrate my birthday for me, and returned home way past midnite... he was really locked out and had to sleep at the corridor for the nite. (I oso noe tis only recently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often then not, whenever valentine's day, birthday, etc... he will give me hand-made presents... u cant imagine wat he can make out of the daily things in life or juz a flower by the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's once when i return from a 5 days camp for Christmas, he brought me a pair of slippers with my favourite cartoon characters.... but it was wat he said that made me so touched... "now you dun haf to walk ard the house bare-footed... i'm sure your cracked heels will heal soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all these little things that he did for me... made me feel that he's the one...&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it.... it has been 7 - 8 years...and i'm now 28 years old. we have been married for 5 years and have a 4 yr old baby girl who looks juz like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way he's caring for me and the family... i noe i'm blessed and fortunate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-110869920980762981?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/110869920980762981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=110869920980762981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110869920980762981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110869920980762981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-noe-im-blessed_18.html' title='I noe I&apos;m Blessed (我是幸福的）'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-110446081220017560</id><published>2004-12-31T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T10:40:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of 2004</title><content type='html'>Tis year has been a long n tiring wan for lots of ppl..... me included.... life was boring, listless.... it was always work n work n work n work... den there was the retrechment, deaths, earthquakes, tsunamis.... blah blah blah... but we do believe that dere's always rainbow after the rain. n mine came in the form of a boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m glad tat at the half way mark... i met him.... :&gt; he shone me a brighter path... full of care n showered me wif love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought its been pouring cats and dogs outside... but in my heart its warm coz i noe wherever he may be... he'll be there for me... sometimes, i may haf gave him cold shoulders or said things tat i shouldn't haf... or even kept quiet when i shld haf done something.... he's nv angry... or rather not for long.... he has a way of makin me smile when m down... or console me assuring me that things will be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz wanna let him noe that.... though i'm not veri gd wif words unlike u, seldom say sweet stuff.... but i believe tat the future is ours to hold and i wanna walk the path wif ya n listen to ying yue ri ji together. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resolution for 2005 : go Sitiawan???? ekek.... *hint hint, i noe u gonna luv or hate me when u c tis..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-110446081220017560?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/110446081220017560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=110446081220017560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110446081220017560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110446081220017560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-day-of-2004.html' title='Last Day of 2004'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-110299901115277177</id><published>2004-12-14T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T12:36:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry Me In Ur Arms.... </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One touching story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To my married and unmarried friends: When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This was the scene of ten years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn t help doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate anymore. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. Ive got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? . I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! . At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn t want him to see our marriage was broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form. I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I didn t tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it s time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I m serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn t value the details of life, not because we didn t love each other any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I walked downstairs and drove to the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;em&gt;smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-110299901115277177?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/110299901115277177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=110299901115277177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110299901115277177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110299901115277177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/12/carry-me-in-ur-arms.html' title='Carry Me In Ur Arms.... '/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-110248595148212872</id><published>2004-12-08T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T14:05:51.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud 9 -- Red Rox -- Ideal Wear</title><content type='html'>.... had my 2nd mtg ytd nite... wat mtg i had, u might wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a little recap... i've nt being bloggin much coz been bz whipping up ideas and info to start a apparel shop / distribution centre wif my bf, his bro n a fren... those whom been wif me these two months shld noe beta.... e gals even helped me in debating which idea was beta to work wif... and all thanks to xy i even got 3 more designs for my clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first mtg we had discuss the possibilities of retail shop n distributor... den we thought we should come up wif sum designs for the clothes first... thus after 2 weeks of brainstormin... we met up last nite n discussed abt the theme n shop name... coz we agreed tat if we had a theme to work wif den it's easier oso to come up wif designs for the clothes and disversify later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus the 3 names as placed in the title of this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cloud 9 - relate to happy, comfy, chocolate?, dreamy... clothes can be of various sorts n containing stars, moon, clouds, angels, sun, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Red Rox - relate to stylo, cool, solid, kinda army feelin?? clothes mainly aimed at red n black clothes to bring out the EAGLE within... (psss: logo is of a eagle within a circle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ideal Wear - relate to the IDEAL piece of cloth that you ever so much wanted... or seek out for... clothes can be of anything n everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... comments? which wan would YOU prefer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-110248595148212872?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/110248595148212872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=110248595148212872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110248595148212872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110248595148212872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/12/cloud-9-red-rox-ideal-wear.html' title='Cloud 9 -- Red Rox -- Ideal Wear'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-110134746090871084</id><published>2004-11-25T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T09:51:00.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DanGer LurKing In SinGaPore</title><content type='html'>Juz heard over the radio that recent rape cases have increased in Singapore... and according to the Parliment yesterday... one of the minister even mentioned that through the statistics, 9 out of 10 victims actually knows their rapist !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the DJ spoke of her friend's interesting story... her friend was visiting someone around the neighbourhood... and saw an old man sitting alone thus went up to him and greeted.... den the old man smiled, touch her butt and replied... "ni hao ah"&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! but den her friend was thinking, aiyah, he's such an old man... juz take it as charity tat 'ta mo le wo' translated in english... "he touched me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-110134746090871084?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/110134746090871084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=110134746090871084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110134746090871084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/110134746090871084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/11/danger-lurking-in-singapore.html' title='DanGer LurKing In SinGaPore'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109894925287632929</id><published>2004-10-28T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T15:40:52.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Libra Daily Horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If you've been hiding out with someone delectable lately, you probably haven't seen the light of day in some time. Don't expect to emerge just yet, due to an even more intense meeting of the emotions. And maybe more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Taurus Daily Horoscope&lt;br /&gt;by Astrology.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You're definitely in the mood for romance, sensuality and getting up close and personal with someone delicious. Why fight it? If there's someone who happens to answer that description, make sure you're together tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109894925287632929?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109894925287632929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109894925287632929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109894925287632929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109894925287632929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/10/daily-horoscope.html' title='Daily Horoscope'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109901174811243736</id><published>2004-10-27T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T09:02:28.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ard 10 mins to 8pm... i received a msg frm my dear dear... stating 'OMG' i was wonderin wat had happened by lookin at the time, probably he juz reached hm n got 2 noe another secret of his brother or sumthin... thus askin him wat happened... but his reply nv did came... n i panicked.. juz when i wanna msg him again... he called... soundin flustered... asked him wat's wrong n he told mi tat he almost got involved in a head-on car accident !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my heart dropped... den he explained n said it was ALMOST... he's alright nw... though still on his way home.. it was actually nt his carelessness but e cabby's recklessness tat they almost met wif the acident... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he was actually drivin on a straight smooth road... reachin a cross junction when frm the side, a cab wanted to turn towards his opposite-side lane. the cab was blocked by a bus yet he took the risk n turned... without knowin tat my dear's car was already approaching the cross-junction !! he saw the cab comin n dere was little time 4 him to step on e brakes thus he pushed on n swerved n managed to drive past the cabbie... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it was such a near death incident tat at the moment he called me... he was still in shock... i too had no idea wat i was goin to do...if it really did happened... dere had been too many cases of accidents recently on the papers, site collapses n explosion, bus collisions... and almost all caused death... im gettin more n more worried abt his safety at work n while drivin... nothin is expected.. n u juz cant get too careful wif things ard u... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109901174811243736?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109901174811243736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109901174811243736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109901174811243736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109901174811243736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/10/sleepless-nite.html' title='Sleepless nite'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109875511491352289</id><published>2004-10-26T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T09:45:14.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Love</title><content type='html'>Daily Flirt:&lt;br /&gt;Today is all about you and the special someone in your life. Nothing else matters, at least not right now. So concentrate. Devote your brainpower to thinking of ways to have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Couples:&lt;br /&gt;Moods both high and low have you swinging all over the place -- try to even out with the friendly support of your lover. Start with a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109875511491352289?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109875511491352289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109875511491352289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109875511491352289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109875511491352289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/10/daily-love.html' title='Daily Love'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109828714154609705</id><published>2004-10-20T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T23:51:48.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;天秤座 (誰最適合和天秤座談戀愛)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;第一名&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;雙子座&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;他的聰明與機靈，深深的吸引妳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;第二名&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;水瓶座&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;他的柔情，會打動妳心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;第三名&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;牡羊座&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;看似衝動的他，卻能給妳啟示&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(天秤座和每個星座的愛情契合度)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;牡羊座 兩個人相處時很自然，就好像好朋友         81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;金牛座 妳會覺得他太無趣，連約會也覺無聊         43%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;雙子座 他交友廣闊，讓妳日子多采多姿                 97%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;巨蟹座 彼此無法滿足對方，也不知如何相處         38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;獅子座 彼此像是相處融洽，但總不習慣他的霸道 64%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;處女座 適合淡淡的交往，或許哪一天他會感動     55%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;天秤座 想法相似，但在一起常會吵嘴                     76%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;天蠍座 他的性感令妳怦然心動，但別相似如膠     51%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;射手座 保持朋友關係就好，否則會常吵嘴             69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;摩羯座 他總愛以自己的標準要求別人                   21%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;水瓶座 相處愉快無負擔，可由約會中培養愛苗    92%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;雙魚座 他的依賴與不負責任，會成為妳的負擔    46%&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/7146352-109828714154609705?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109828714154609705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109828714154609705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109828714154609705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109828714154609705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/10/81-43-97-38-64-55-76-51-69-21-92-46.html' title=''/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109773317519007491</id><published>2004-10-14T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T13:52:55.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;sigh.... sad.....haiz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;boring.... now sittin in front of PC dunno wat to do... tmr last day of sch 4 e Sec 4 &amp; 5 graduating students, den non-graduating ones r havin their last exam paper too..... zhe me ban (wat to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;afterwhich it's gonna b souless days ahead.... wif no one comin into the library to study... n make noise... though tat's peace n quiet for me.. but den...e time ain easy to pass.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;been sourcin places for my fren, miko to move but it looked like she gonna haf to find a tep place to rent n live in first... coz her mother had hasily sold their current place, handover in mid-nov den they haf yet get a new place to stay... sumtimes movin house ain tat excitin n fun afterall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;aiyah.. lack of ideas wat to blog abt le... signnin off nw. still gonna search 4 receipes n ideas on wat for dinner tonight.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chaoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109773317519007491?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109773317519007491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109773317519007491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109773317519007491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109773317519007491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/10/continuing.html' title='Continuing...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109764841096928104</id><published>2004-10-13T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:20:10.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so so true... realli brings back memories... keke..</title><content type='html'>1.You grew up watching He-man, MASK, Transformers, Silverhawk, Mickey Mouse, Ninja turtles, My Little Pony and Smurfs too.&lt;br /&gt;2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess.You will squat by a drain with all ur classmates beside u, &amp; brush your teeth with a coloured mug.The teachers said u must brush each side 10 times too.&lt;br /&gt;3.You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.&lt;br /&gt;4.You find your friends with pagers and hp cool in Sec school.&lt;br /&gt;5. Envelopes given to us to donate to Sharity Elephant every Children's Day .&lt;br /&gt;6. You've probably read Young Generation magazine, u know who's Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable.&lt;br /&gt;7. u were there when they 1st introduced MRT. u went for the first ride with ur parents &amp;amp; u would kneel on the seat to see e scenery.&lt;br /&gt;8.Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50.&lt;br /&gt;9. u longed to buy tibits called Kaka(20 cents perpack),&amp; Ding Dang(50 cents per box), that had a toy in it &amp;amp; it changes every wk, not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where e lollipop is the diamond on the ring.&lt;br /&gt;10. u watched TV2(also known as Ch 10)cartoons because Ch 5 nv had enough cartoons for u.&lt;br /&gt;11. Hardy Boys, Babysitters, Nancy Drew, e 3 Investigators, Famous 5 &amp; Secret 7 are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read. Even Sweet Valley High and Malory Towers.&lt;br /&gt;12.The most vulgar thing you said was asshole &amp;amp; idiot .THE MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...&lt;br /&gt;13. Your English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper that was smooth &amp; yellow. PETS&lt;br /&gt;14. Waterbottles were slinged around your neckand a must everywhere u go.&lt;br /&gt;15. Teng-teng, batu selembat, chapteh, hentam bolaand zero point were all the rage with the girls &amp;amp; boys too..&lt;br /&gt;16.Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in our minds from the textbooks. so is Miss Lala &amp; Zaki and Tini in Malay textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;17.We carry out experiments of our own to get ourself badges for being a Young Zoologist /Botanist etc.&lt;br /&gt;18.Every children's day&amp;amp; national day u either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with Happy National Day1994'.&lt;br /&gt;19.We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.&lt;br /&gt;20.You went to school in slippers &amp; raincoat when it rained, &amp;amp; you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, &amp; wear your dry and warm socks and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;21.Autograph books were loaded with "BestWishes", "Forget Me Not", &amp;amp;small poemslike "Bird fly high, hard to catch.Friend like you, hard to forget".&lt;br /&gt;22.Class monitors &amp;amp; prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah!"&lt;br /&gt;23.When bullied by friends..we tend to say.."Teacher, u see he take my pencil"..&lt;br /&gt;24. You brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the timetable.&lt;br /&gt;25. You were amazed when " touch me not" closes and exclaimed" MUM! its closes! why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109764841096928104?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109764841096928104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109764841096928104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109764841096928104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109764841096928104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-so-so-true-realli-brings-back.html' title='This is so so true... realli brings back memories... keke..'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109754494800615108</id><published>2004-10-12T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T09:35:48.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How 2 Cook Rice....</title><content type='html'>Sigh.... nv did noe tat dere was sum tatic into cooking a pot of rice... whenever u watch tv or going to ppl's house to eat... e rice would normally b the least tat e cook would be bothered wif... sumtimes... ppl can even realised tat they FORGOT to cook the rice when meal was to b served.... ekek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but............. when it comes to e hand of e expert (= my dad :Þ), it's a whole lot of different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz when I thought tat the steamboat incident was way over.... knowin tat I really lack skill n ingredients in cookin the soup base. My dad popped mi another dissatisfaction last nite. I juz reached home ard 12mn frm another cooking session (preparing dinner at 9pm wif my bf's elder bro, wen hun, coz everyone's yet to eat, n was missin home-cooked food), n was feelin a little woozy frm my bottle of champagne, wanting to go to bed already... but my dad stopped me... askin me,"did u guys cooked the rice?" "yeah, I was the one who cooked it. y?" i replied. my dad was den shakin his head n explained,"no one complained abt ur rice? u guys din cook fried rice i suppose?" lookin confused n puzzled, i asked my dad wat was so wrong abt it.... coz to my knowledge, tat was the third pot of rice tat was cooked... 1st pot was prepared by wen hun, but consulted me if the water was enough... den subsequent 2 pots were cooked by me... even tonight's dinner.... i was the one who cooked e rice but the four of us managed to finish it all.... wifout a grain left... or maybe... one or two tat was stuck to the bottom of the pot... :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad den explained," not tat i'm tryin to pull ur face down... maybe ur frens ain dare to comment abt ur cookin, worryin tat u might be angry.... but as ur father, i can tell u tat ur rice is too dry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109754494800615108?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109754494800615108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109754494800615108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109754494800615108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109754494800615108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-2-cook-rice.html' title='How 2 Cook Rice....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109748395494628844</id><published>2004-10-11T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:06:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Receipe foR sToCk 4 sTeaMboAt</title><content type='html'>Euphoria 2004 was dam shoik... was actually thinking of going back early coz my dear dear wanna send me home... {e other day when i was out clubbing.... knew he ain happi abt it coz he wanted to fetch me too but waited till almost 2am me din msg he den he surrendered to 'zhou gong' (zzzzzz), worst of all i was only back home at 5am...} but they smartly placed all the good singers at the end of the show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dere with michelle, chengyuan n yuemin (frens of sec. school). we met up at 5.30pm thinkin we were late... den we reached the Padang field n realised nth happening... so we hang ard thinkin it might b startin soon... den at 6pm, Jean Danker, Carrie Chong, and Mary came out to announce saying tat the DJ boys was b entertainin us for the next 2 hours... okie big deal... maybe they are good in their music... but when they appeared at 6pm, it was all head banging thru... till 6.30pm, me n michelle gave up coz we din enjoy the house music n the noddin heads of 2 ang mo.. (one even had his hair braided n dye of green colour.... michelle was sayin he looked lye a dinosaur... but we 4got wat it was called.. ekek). we decided to go grab a bite since she din take anything solid all day n the finger food tat the guys bought from the stall within Padang was dam expensive.... 6 pieces of chicken franks S$3 !! a pop of Tiger beer S$4 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... confirmin tat the actual event is gonna start at 8pm... me n michelle went out of our confined area n settled down @ Funan KFC.... ate our chicken, chill out under the air-con n chattin away... occasionally feelin kinda gulity too... coz our guys r still hangin @ the open field of Padang sweatin away listenin to the 2 ang mo jammin boring house / trance music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we went back at 8pm, shinwa from korea started the ball rolling... {haiz... too bad KENBOA ain ard... bet he gonna love tis... } we were like so close upfront wif them n listenin to them sing frm the latest hits, new creations to the older ones... den came All-4-One, one of the older group frm my generation {kinda listen 2 them durin sec school days}... singin wif them to the song of 'I Swear' n acapala (singin without music, purely voices)... den comes Palmy of Thailand singin her hit song "I want to Sing" {title translated in English, catch it on FM 933} n oso singin "zombie" of cranberries !!... woah can she hold her vocal.... she's a half thai, half belgium... no wonder lah... afterwhich, the crowd screamin away for........................... MACHI !!... singin 'song' {meanin shiok in taiwan dialet} den with kenny n steven takin off their tops plus the latter comin down stage gelin into the crowd... boy were the gals HIGH.... even chengyuan was feelin pity coz we were juz right beside the barrier where steven was but we stood juz behind e camera stand.. thus he din walked to our side.... (-_-*), when everyone was on high, Lena Park came out wif a powerful voice.... followed by SHIN n Michael Learns to Rock.... all thru till 1am, were we reluntant to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were on our way home by 1.15am, sendin michelle all e way back to boon lay den we went kalang old airport rd to have supper cum breakfast.... coz by den it was already 2am... n he needs to be at work while i'm goin marketin wif his brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft 4hours of 'beauty' sleep... i was woken by my phone... askin if i was readi to go... den wen han told me he'll b reachin in 10 mins... omg...!!! i was still lyin in bed.... struggling wif e sleepy bugs... no choice... hurrily got out of bed n wash up... was done by 7.30am, wen han came picked me n we drove to the sim ave market.... almost the whole market noes him... coz their mom goes there to do marketin too.... afterwhich, we went back n kept the fish n meat chilled den it was the 2nd rd of marketin at sheng siong.... followed by breakfast n a prank call to another fren.... (he was suppose to join us for marketin, but suppose he was studyin for his exam all nite thru... thus we din disturb him) still we wanted to make him relax a bit thus the prank, askin "y he ain ready to go market.... it's already 9 plus n there wun b anything left if we r still not going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at home, it was preparation all thru till 2pm.... lunch was bought back n after tat we went out to get drinks n gas for the stove... later in the day, we tried the soup..... it's was power.... tasted absolutely delicious.... thus here's the ingredient.... &lt;erm...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 3 fish bone&lt;br /&gt;2. 300 grams yellow beans&lt;br /&gt;3. water&lt;br /&gt;4. a bit of fish meat&lt;br /&gt;5. slices of ginger&lt;br /&gt;6. pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;7. chinese cabbage&lt;br /&gt;8. carrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for additional n beta taste :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. big pork rib bone &lt;best&gt; or chicken bone can replace fish bone&lt;br /&gt;2. dried scallop&lt;br /&gt;3. shui mei (sour plum)&lt;br /&gt;4. salted vegetable&lt;br /&gt;5. ikan bilis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the soup was done, we had to prepare ingredients tat we wanted to cook for the steamboat.. there were crabsticks, prawns, fishballs, tuna fish, chicken breast meat, hotdogs, vege, sotong, dumplings, etc.... we worked our way thru till 4 plus 5, ocassionally forgettin this n tat.... den finally table was set by 6pm.... we den waited for the rest of the ppl to return b4 beginning our feast at ard 7pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah..... nv thought tis was all hard work.... nthin compared to e earlier one i had @ my aunt's place coz der was &gt; 3 pairs of hands workin together bz preparin.... dere's onli 1 word to describe a housewife.... "power", salute to all the mothers n wives out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109748395494628844?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109748395494628844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109748395494628844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109748395494628844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109748395494628844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/10/receipe-for-stock-4-steamboat.html' title='Receipe foR sToCk 4 sTeaMboAt'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109718939516713921</id><published>2004-10-08T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T06:49:55.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KiLLinG mE sLowLy</title><content type='html'>sigh.... felt so much wanna slp.... but yet i cant... in another 30 mins m suppose to be on my way to work.. yet m here blogging... ekek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not tat i dun wanna get readi.. juz tat i was up since 5.30am, cook our breakfast den had to wake my bro up at 6am..thinkin by e time i finish cookin he shld be out frm the loo yet he slack till 6.15am still dun wan to get up... now occupin the washroom... *arhg* (X_X)&lt;br /&gt;y y y .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still.... m feelin happi tat m doin sumthin 4 mi "huang shang" (king)... hahha... tis time rd reali break record le... 5 days thru i was bz in the mornin, preparin breakfast as early as 5.30am... den summore first 3 days i was oni home after midnite.... ekek... but still think he's e poor thing coz he needs to drive us to n fro... n i noe how difficult it is when u're tired... my dad used to drive n he's always complainin when we wanna go out for supper..... {a-ri-ga-too, dear :&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109718939516713921?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109718939516713921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109718939516713921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109718939516713921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109718939516713921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/10/killing-me-slowly.html' title='KiLLinG mE sLowLy'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109703893292317545</id><published>2004-10-06T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T13:02:12.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MeanInG oF cHiNeSe NaMeS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;P - You are very friendly and understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E - You are a very exciting person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I - You are always smiling &amp; making others smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;L - Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I - You are always smiling &amp;amp; making others smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;N - You like to work, but you always want a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;W - You like your privacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;E - You are a very exciting person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;N - You like to work, but you always want a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Q - You are a hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I - You are always smiling &amp;amp; making others smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A - You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;N - You like to work, but you always want a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;G - You have excellent ways of viewing people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109703893292317545?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109703893292317545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109703893292317545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109703893292317545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109703893292317545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/10/meaning-of-chinese-names.html' title='MeanInG oF cHiNeSe NaMeS'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109662102762440007</id><published>2004-09-29T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T16:57:07.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TanKs EvErYoNe !!</title><content type='html'>PasT 0000 hours, n received my first birthday wish frm Eleen (my student frm Deyi Sec) den a couple more frm my frens frm school n work... was actually asleep at twelve plus... but later woke up again @ 2.30am... {mayb 2 excited to sleep, wonderin wat was e lib gang up to later...} saw my brother still watchin yi tian tu long ji n he wished me Happy Birthday too... den i asked for my present but he said "Real Marid is on later at 2.35am, if they win, tat's b sumthing rite..." true true, come to think abt it.. it's been a long time ever since they won anything at all. hopefully tis mornin against AS Roma, it's be a match worth watchin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st half - Real Marid 0 vs AS Roma 2 !!! *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Juz into 2nd Half - Real Marid 2 vs AS Roma 2 !!!! *Yuppie*&lt;br /&gt;but was gettin sleepy n worrysum tat they might juz draw... i went back to take a nap... juz den heard my bro "GOAL!!" twice !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;rush back out.. by 80th min oni... REAL MARID 4 vs AS Roma 2 *HAHAHAHAHAHA*&lt;br /&gt;den at the same time, commendator announce tat MAN U won 6 - 2 !!!! *WOAH*,&lt;br /&gt;my best presie since.....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrily went back to sleep again coz me n my bro gonna wake up in another 2 hours.... chaoz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109662102762440007?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109662102762440007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109662102762440007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109662102762440007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109662102762440007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/09/tanks-everyone.html' title='TanKs EvErYoNe !!'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109633219077317113</id><published>2004-09-28T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T08:43:10.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria 2004</title><content type='html'>hiya ppl.... i would like to invite those who are interested in listening to cool songs n dancing the nite away to join me at tis celebration..... it's gonna be held at the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Padang&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9 October 2004&lt;/span&gt;, from 5pm onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I hav &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; tickets to share... give me a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;buzz / sms @ 92382895&lt;/span&gt;, if u're interested in going.... more details can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.tigerbeer.com.sg"&gt;www.tigerbeer.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109633219077317113?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109633219077317113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109633219077317113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109633219077317113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109633219077317113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/09/euphoria-2004.html' title='Euphoria 2004'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109626219355618667</id><published>2004-09-27T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:22:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianzzzz.... no $$ no roof above ur head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;tis last Weekend was crap... stayed home all sat coz my aunt's away in china visitin our relatives whom we dun even noe... thus my mom n dad r left to tend e shop... wo my aunt they cant take e long hours 6am - 1 -2am thus me haf to go down n help take shift lor... den being the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;YOUNG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ENERGETIC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;one ard... i was in charge off 10am - 12am while e 2 of them one took first half one took 2nd half... but luckily for me.... i dunno how to make coffee nor tea so my job ain tat bad... they both haf to take orders....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;on sun went to my uncle's medical shop nearby for lunch, den he brought my family to Ris Grandur Condo to c their showflat... suppose my dad wants to buy one to invest.... (after tonnes of naggin frm my mom, 'why ppl haf tis n tat... y we dun haf anything...') seemed like flats nowadays haf a small living rm concept.. cant even fit a TV set.... how on earth is everyone gonna squeeze.... into tis tiny little space? imagine....  my grandma's usual sat gatherin would haf consist of 20++ ppl, includin the kids. we would sit n chat at the sofa area while the kids will sit n play ard... my god.. every step u take, u gonna stamp on sumone's feet or u gonna tumble onto sumone's back... goosh.... nvm tat... the price... !!!! it's gonna take me &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;20 yrs&lt;/span&gt; n almost 3k&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(= S$ 3,000)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;per mth juz 4 e four walls... excludin maintainance fee n PUB bills, etc..... where e heck can i get tat sum of $$ ....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(0_o")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;though the thought tat everything, like the swimmin pool, gym, n courts are within reach, for the same amt i rather stay in a comfy 5 rm HDB flat with nearby facilities.... more rm to invite ppl to stay over too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109626219355618667?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109626219355618667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109626219355618667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109626219355618667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109626219355618667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/09/sianzzzz-no-no-roof-above-ur-head.html' title='Sianzzzz.... no $$ no roof above ur head...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109626150087300429</id><published>2004-09-23T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T13:05:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HiYa !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss me??? Ain ard for the past two weeks… guess everyone’s sick of visiting my BLOG le ba?? ekekek  Last blog was 13 days ago.. sianzzzzz ‘13’, kinda suey leh…  but who cares… it’s oni a blog…. Not as if it’s gonna fail on me again… anyway the tag board has been a pain in the a**. Dun understand y sometimes the blogger fails too. Haiz…. Think too many ppl noes abt it n started to blog too le ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway, times reali flies…..it’s juz a week more to my 22nd birthday, n tis year… there’s a special sum1 whom I can share it with…:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lookin @ last year’s party VCD (all thanks 2 my best gal, miko n her fren) I reali felt the warmth n joy from everyone ard me. My cousin even brought it home n watched it ample times…. Still laughin whenever she sees e part where I went ard smashin cake into ppl’s faces. I noe that everyone present are nice ppl whom cares for me (Thank you for being there). But think m tired of always settin up parties and all… thus tis year gonna kinda low profile a little. Maybe sum gatherin wif my ex-colleagues n frens ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okie… back to where I started… for the past two weeks… nothing reali came up… juz felt tat things ain tat stable wif the job at Deyi Sec already. Latest update frm the TR was tat they gonna merge wif NLB’s (National Library Board). by den, they might not need me anymore… den I’m gonna haf to seek another job vacancy lor…. TR was expectin tat the merge will oni mean tat NLB will be bulk loanin the school wif books n oso getting a librarian to be stationed here to do all the physical processin whatsoever. Den havin me stay put to concentrate on the admin n educating / assisting of the students n teachers on the availability of information from the internet n resources out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yet the worst has come….. the P came in ytd morning n mentioned she’s considerin on the closin down of WHOLE LIBRARY (or rather Cybrary) or resizin the library (if there’s a need for one) to a smaller one. Coz she sees no point in havin a library when the usage is at it’s minimal… I was thinking… u ppl were the one to stop the students from comin into the library during school hours den how u expect the usage to increase? Owaz disallow tis, not suppose to do tat… den books in the library ain up-to-date nor available…. How u gonna attracts students to come in n use in the 1st place.. sighzzzzzz looks like ppl frm the mgmt oni noes how to talk but nv to look at things frm the lower point of view, our pt of view… I wonder how did they manage to climb so high onto the mgmt ladder in the beginning.. contra, the P is one level BELOW me….physically speakin… hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haiz, but still I gonna be prepared 4 e worst case scenario… coz come to think abt it… all tis, if approved n decided… it’s gonna take place nxt yr n lookin @ e calendar… it’s oni mths away frm 2005. If they reali decide on closing e library.. leavin me wif nothing to work on den it’s reali time for me to think think think again.. Either to go back to studies n get my degree as planned earlier or to continue workin gainnin experiences n $$$$$ to work on my goal to settin up a cyber café so tat my students, colleagues n frens haf a place to call our own n hang out at…. Coz I reali miss e ties where we can chill out n talk till dawn but dere owaz e problem of location n timing… thus if I can get a gd place n set up a café.. it’s gonna do everyone gd… n can earn $$ n provide part-time for those waitin for ‘O’ too… suggestions ani1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109626150087300429?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109626150087300429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109626150087300429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109626150087300429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109626150087300429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/09/hiya.html' title='HiYa !!'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109478534975412593</id><published>2004-09-10T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T16:22:26.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My SuRpRiSe :&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{wanted to write tis the moment i step home last nite... but my bro was hoggin to the PC...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;last nite after work, esther, eleen n me went to NTUC to buy some stuff to stock up the library den kenneth came to meet us too... afterwhich wenqiang came to fetch me home.. thought tis was nothin???? neh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hao xi hai mei shang chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;upon reachin home... i was bz helpin out at my dad's coffeeshop. there were a few tables of workers comin to have a celebration of some kind thus kept orderin n reorderin drinks... plus it was dinner time... the coffeeshop was packed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*phew*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;juz when things started to calm down n thought i could get a breather... my handphone beeped.. it was my bf askin me to meet him at Waterfront in 45mins, plus... no qns asked..hmm.. wondering wat's he's up to. moreover it was already half past 8pm!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(it's gonna past his bedtime by den we head home)&lt;/span&gt; still... to cease my curiosity &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(i think it's somehow related to his earlier sms, askin for a florist @ tis time of the nite)&lt;/span&gt; n play along... i hurrily went upstairs to take a shower &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(think i was shiverin still n anticipatin)&lt;/span&gt; n took a cab down to Waterfront..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;he wasnt there at the time of meeting, thus i msg him... but his reply was &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"wait for me @ e carpark k"&lt;/span&gt;, lettin my guards down... i thought maybe it was nothin afterall thus walked back again to the carpark in front of Igors &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(sigh... place of old memories...)&lt;/span&gt; waited, waited, waited... den @ 9.40pm, my hp beeped again... tis time e msg read &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"u there? nw slowly walk to de place where we sit k hehe until ya c a card k."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(O_0")&lt;/span&gt; diao... seriously wonderin wat's he playin.. but still he insisted i was walk over.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;walked past a a few couples, den from afar i saw a card placed nicely on the seat n saw the shadow of my boy... walkin away... huh... den there was tis old couple walkin forward.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(oh no... wat if they sat down... how m i gonna pick up e card den??!!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*phew*&lt;/span&gt; luckily they juz walked past n was smiling @ me &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-_-"'&lt;/span&gt; took a 2nd glance at my boy but he disappeared... eh??? den i picked up the card n saw there were writtings in it..thus went up to the lamp n tried to read it under the dark sky.. as i was strugglin to finish readin the card.. he showed up from behind the bridge where a cruise boat was parked... thru the pit dark path, i could c he was carryin somethin in his hands.... n as he walked nearer... the truth was revealed.. he was carryin the bouquet of 9 roses &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(as promised in his card)&lt;/span&gt;. 9 sept 2004 actually marks the 99th day that we are together as a couple n thus the idea of buyin me the 9 roses to signify &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"together forever - chang chang jiu jiu"&lt;/span&gt;, how much more touchin n romantic can it get.. havin him remember the no. of days we spent together, even had e thought of expressin his promise of love wif the flowers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;despite his bz work schedule n tired body, he still went thru all the trouble to find a florist whom operate till so late... n e embrassment carryin the bouquet frm the mall to the carpark.. hehe... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(reali reali m touched n appriciate the efforts u haf put in to make e nite so wonderful... thought not all tat perfect as u expected nor wanted it to be, but it's as beautiful as it is already - coz u're by my side :&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109478534975412593?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109478534975412593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109478534975412593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109478534975412593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109478534975412593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-surprise.html' title='My SuRpRiSe :&gt;'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109462474673869200</id><published>2004-09-08T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T10:45:57.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WaT a Hectic WeeKenD</title><content type='html'>Hmm... let's c... where should i start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;had our Cybrary buffet, thinkin tat i could juz sit back n relax. enjoy the food and all yet i had facial 'steamin' all nite thru... frm the time i was down at the BBQ pit, &lt;sigh,&gt;i saw tat one of the BBQ pit was already set up nicely n cooking away but den the one wif nick 'in-charge' was still merely surviving.... thus was tempted to help poor Nick start the fire... afterwhich... i was oso in doubt whether if food cooked by him were really edible. ended up... i was there again.... in front of the pit cooking n addin charcoal for the fire... my hands were so dirty tat i couldn't reply my SMSes... had to even call my 'daughter', Esther to pick up my call when my bf called... knowin tat he's tired waitin for my replies tat he decided to call n see if i was really to go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor guy has been workin all week, still need to work on Sat morn... but still, he patiently waited at home, wantin 2 send me hm aft my BBQ. Nontheless, sent Esther, Sherry, Meng Lee back b4 fetchin my cousins frm Hougang, sendin ALL of us to Bedok (it was already 11pm plus.. even FM 933 Ying Yue Ri Ji was on...) den finally gg hm to bed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"xing ku ni le :&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;slept at &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1am&lt;/span&gt; tis morn aft comin back frm the BBQ n the plannin of menu for my aunt's steamboat tonite... i was up n cookin at &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7am&lt;/span&gt;... was makin pancakes to prove myself wrong... tat i can still make e pancakes i once perfected while stayin at my uncle's place. but it seemed like failure again... den my aunt's maid suggested the use of butter instead of cookin oil... but failed too.. hmm... we were den wonderin if it's becoz of the mixture tat we failed... coz both of us haf experience makin pancakes... cant be tat both of us ain able to make &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; single pancake nw...&lt;br /&gt;sigh... aft 1 hour of battle wif the consistance of mixture, different types of oil, cookin methods, n fryin pans. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; decided to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SURRENDER&lt;/span&gt; !! MY aunt n cousins were all up already n yet breakfast ain ready.. thus my aunt suggest tat we eat at the hawker center n on the way, buy those ingredients for tonight. &lt;&gt; marketin was fun... missed e times when i was younger, the times where u could still c live chickens flutterin in the cages, customers choosin n arguin wif the butcher abt which wan is fatter or looked livelier for the kill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back frm marketin... it was preparations non-stop (or rather aft a peek at e tv for half an hour)... especially thankful for my aunt's maid, Sumira ... coz she still had to cook lunch for us while i oni helped in e washin of rice n veg. I den help unpack all those stuff tat we bought frm the market n supermarket... distribute n organised those to be given to my other relatives to bring home (10 packs of veg for oni $1 !!), those to be cooked (crab !! yum yum, fish, chicken wings), n those to be DIY cooked either in the steamboat cooker or the BBQ Tray &lt;similar&gt;aft unpackin, lunch was ready... thus got my cousins n aunt, who was nappin to dig in... den i got hold of Sumira, told her wat are to be done first n wat r the dishes tat she's gonna cooked. after tat i went over to fetch my grandma (our grand mentor) to come over n guide us in our preparations, while my aunt went on a 2nd round of shoppin to get more stuff tat we missed out buyin durin our mornin's DA4 CAI3 GOU4 (mega buy)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when i was back wif my grandma... i started fryin chicken wings, toufu, cookin asam sauce den slicin all the hotdogs, crabsticks, blah blah blah...... suddenly both tables in the kitchen were full of things to eat... but my aunt wasn't worried.... she said,"u n ur bf can haf the last rd n finish everything up..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e nite passed quickly, oso wif e occassionally sneak out for him to haf a breather.... i could c tat while i was still bz in the kitchen, he was sittin alone @ e livin room... all tense n dunno wat to do..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;no matter wat.. i still appriciate him for makin the trip down even though he had a long day @ work...... ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109462474673869200?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109462474673869200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109462474673869200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109462474673869200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109462474673869200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/09/wat-hectic-weekend.html' title='WaT a Hectic WeeKenD'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109349690032343540</id><published>2004-08-26T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T13:08:20.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Abt Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I laughed @ e last one... but reali true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;READ TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE, THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2) When your Mum is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10) The best place to be when you're sad is Grandma's lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt; GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE, THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2) Wrinkles don't hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3) Families are like fudge . .... .mostly sweet, with a few nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fibre, not the toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt; GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4) It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt; THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1) You believe in Santa Claus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3) You are Santa Claus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4) You look like Santa Claus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt; SUCCESS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At age 4 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At age 12 success is . . . having friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At age 17 success is . . . having a drivers license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At age 18 success is . . . having sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At age 35 success is . . . having money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At age 50 success is . . . having money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At age 60 success is . . . having sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At age 75 success is . . . having friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109349690032343540?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109349690032343540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109349690032343540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109349690032343540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109349690032343540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/08/truth-abt-life.html' title='Truth Abt Life'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109349488601852215</id><published>2004-08-26T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T12:34:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;&lt; ~~ BGR ~~&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heh... long time nv post le... think tis time rd juz paste a qn tat i did over @ friendster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;:&gt; for those fallin in n out of luv... :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;1. what will u do if the person u like likes another girl/boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'll wish him all the best.... coz i've always believed watever urs will cum back to u... watever not meant to be... even if by force u wun b happi too.... "luv meant to be giving, luv him enuff to let him go" but NEVER to give up w/o a fight :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;2. did u talk to the person u like before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;YeaH... we starts as friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;3. would u wait for a girl/guy for 5 years that u really like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yup, if he's reali e one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;4. would u fall in luv easily?How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nope... ask my dear dear nw... ekkekekek how e poor guy suffered... ekek...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;5. do u believe in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;6. what would u do if the guy/girl really don't like u..and u like him/her a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;try to get to noe him first... go out often... let him noe of my existance den drop a few hints... if still no success den i'll give up... but as i said... not wo a fight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;7. do u have any confidence in luv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yup... n it's growin day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;8. are u scared of being rejected?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nv reali got rejected b4....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;9. do u think relationships can last long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;my 1st relationship lasted 4 yrs.... wat u think???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109349488601852215?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109349488601852215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109349488601852215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109349488601852215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109349488601852215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title='&lt;&lt; ~~ BGR ~~&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109280464730910767</id><published>2004-08-18T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T09:20:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Try... not enuff... = Hungry hungry</title><content type='html'>On Monday, Xy wanted to bring bread as breakfast... but since july I've already got used to havin breakfast wif my bf on our way to work... thus had my 'idea lamp' switched on, thinkin... "tis can be our breakfast for tmr... oso can let e disciple earn sum points wif his shifu..." thus told xy to grab as many in order to 'po' his shifu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den in e evenin, was worried tat juz e bread alone might not be filling... thus sneakily got ham n eggs to make sum egg n ham mayo... cooked 3 eggs under my mom's guidance n dad's irritation... my dad was looking in dismay too while i was slicing my ham. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday mornin when my bf can fetch me, we had the egg mayo bread n sandwich on the way to work... he was amazed n touched tat i made e filling... sayin tat it's tasty :&gt; thus i said if he wants there's still filling back home for 2nd round tmr mornin.. he smiled n said, "I wan more fillin de". Geez... nv thought tis could make him so delighted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could consider doin tis often... but... e thing is wat to make every mornin... plus his mom sumtimes makes e breakfast for us... if i were to make summore... den wun he b caught in the middle n kept stuffin himself wif all e food n feel so bloated aft tat...  my poor guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109280464730910767?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109280464730910767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109280464730910767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109280464730910767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109280464730910767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/08/2nd-try-not-enuff-hungry-hungry.html' title='2nd Try... not enuff... = Hungry hungry'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109237571085037679</id><published>2004-08-13T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T15:36:12.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr@m@ siA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Goosh... i was abt to surrender to lala land when heard my phone beep... upon lookin it was my bro's sms. wonderin y he ain in class... i decide to chk out his msg... 'did u wake me up? coz i overslept. i JUZ woke up.' OMG... chk out e time now n suppose i woke him @ 7am... before i left for work... aniway, tis ain e drama i m suppose 2 talk abt... but e lead actor is none other than my own brother.... :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;last nite when i was slicin e mango puddin for my mom to try... she asked if i noticed any of my laundry was missin frm the corridor... i was stunned..., "i thought e whole ordeal was over when we caught 1 of the thief red-handed... even had to go to e police station a couple of times to record n verify my statement... damm..." den my mom hush me, sayin "nah, tis time rd e maniac was let off wif a warnin"... den my mom narrated e story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;it was ard 2am on wed mornin.. (tis meant it happened on tues juz tat it was past midnite... ekek) i was already in lala land n my bro was still playin PC, as usual, juz den... a shadow lurks past e corridor window. My brother spotted it... n immediately he opened the door and stuck out a pole to block e guy's path of escape... "wat e heck u doin here?" "me wanna find my slippers..." was e reply. lookin at his feet, indeed he wasn't wearin any, so he thought mabye tis guy reali mad in e head... "hold on, dun u dare move an inch..." said my brother... he took e key, opened the door n held tat guy's hands behind his back.. wantin to bring him downstairs to face my mom n dad... he saw a pair of slippers tucked nicely at the corner of our house towards the staircase... "obviously u were tryin sumtime furni rite, ain tis ur slipper here???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when downstairs, he den realised e shop was closed n there ain a single soul nearby... left wif no choice, he let e guy off wif a warnin... "dun let me c u ard here again... or i'll call the police"... pissed but relieved tat nothin major happened nor lost.. my brother decided to haf a drink in e shop, thus took the inside staircase.. juz den spotted my mom still up n was packin sum stuff... he almost blasted... "where were u juz now??!! i juz caught one of the siao lang &lt;crazy&gt;, came down yet saw e shop closed... din caught him red-handed, bo bian &lt;no&gt;let him go le!!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"huh, reali ah... why din tell ur dad... ain he upstairs sleepin.. ur sis too ah... look at the time now, u want us to work till we die ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;realisin it isnt as early as he thought, he took his drink and went up to bed... wat a day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109237571085037679?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109237571085037679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109237571085037679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109237571085037679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109237571085037679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/08/drm-sia.html' title='Dr@m@ siA...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109237132971372217</id><published>2004-08-13T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T12:28:49.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NoT b@d... for a 1st try... </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ek ek... finally did my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;mango pudding yesterday 'morning' after I finish my blog. Den got wenqiang to cum down n get it after his work @ 8pm.... his mom tried it too n said it was too soft, due to e quantity of water tat i used when boilin the mixture. Still, he was touched tat m finally &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'confrontin' &lt;/span&gt;e stove 4 him... ekek.. he knew i cook but haf stopped since poly n he's kinda jealous... (ekek...tink i'm improvin ba.... can maybe expect more later...??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thought I used juz e same amt as stated... but guess all was revealled when there was a layer of white colour on e top of the pudding (according to him, it's because of the excess water wor....), e one i made for my mom looked e same too... she too said it's kinda soft.. but she gobbled one after another... b4 i knew it... a quarter of it was gone already... (mind u, she's nv into eating anything cold due to her sensitive gums n teeth) hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;wanted to try my creation tis mornin but geez... searched high n low in all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;fridges n couldnt find a single bit of its presence... guess my brother knew of it too n gob everything up altogether.... nvm, still got a box of almond favoured... maybe will try makin it nxt weekend... :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109237132971372217?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109237132971372217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109237132971372217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109237132971372217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109237132971372217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/08/not-bd-for-1st-try.html' title='NoT b@d... for a 1st try... '/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109228171068993908</id><published>2004-08-12T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:35:10.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning Quote Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Ev3rYoNe Is SeNt 2 tIs WoRlD 4 a &lt;a href="mailto:Re@sOn"&gt;Re@sOn&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ev3rYoNe HaS a RoLe 2 pLaY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BuT &lt;a href="mailto:w@t"&gt;w@t&lt;/a&gt; Is My RoLe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WhY dO i FeeL wOrThLeSS n Us3l3ss?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109228171068993908?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109228171068993908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109228171068993908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109228171068993908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109228171068993908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/08/meaning-quote-part-6.html' title='Meaning Quote Part 6'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109223859663949127</id><published>2004-08-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:36:36.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it EasY, Guys....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was still lazin in bed tis afternoon, when xianyang called n asked if I wanna go SG @ AMK. Purpose = wanted to ask HER out... ekek... oso since it was a day where everyone ain in school n r kinda free to hang out... thinking tis might b our last hangout before e gers start preparin for their big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; n i still yet to haf my lunch... y not... tried gettin the gers while xy got e guys... i was up n on my way by 2pm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when i got there... xy and kl were on their way over at the junction den heard tat ken was still on his way... thus waited for a couple of minutes while i broke the news saying sum of the gers cant make it or ain comin... guess it's juz us four 'musketeers' left den...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(reminded me of e time when in poly. was kinda e rose amg e thorns too... but location was bedok pizza hut... ekek. no offence meant, boys...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;had our chef cookin, while talkin crap, tryin to get ken out of his blues.... juz den xy received an sms where he kept smiling to himsself... though it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;news... upon lookin at his hp.. tis was wat it read, "tink i'll be bz preparing for my studies, wun be free for a long time... bye... take care..." oops, tat gotta hurt... but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;she replied.... n he was glad... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yulin joined us a little later... we hang till ard 6pm, ain got any sushi we like thus we went off... got my mom's toiletries @ Wastons, bought sum stuff @ NTUC before we went our separate ways... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sigh, got to make beds again... blog soon... chaoz for now.. :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109223859663949127?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109223859663949127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109223859663949127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109223859663949127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109223859663949127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/08/take-it-easy-guys.html' title='Take it EasY, Guys....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109215979332113683</id><published>2004-08-11T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T01:43:13.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It WaS fUn.. Re@li hOp3 u EnJoYeD uRs3lv3s</title><content type='html'>it's been 4 days since m afk (away from keyboard), how time flies when u're enjoyin it... wed's another day away frm my bf :( den thurs back to work le....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's make tis a long blog... since i'm been MIA for quite a while.... think i'll juz dump everything here...  ekek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmm... sat nth much... woke up in the late mornin, did sum housework, den accompanied my mom went to cut her hair. end up i too dye my hair orangy red... my mom was quite uncomfortable wif it... so does my bro n cousin when they saw it... even wenqiang &lt;my&gt; was kinda surprised, think he din like e colour too... quoting, "ok lor"... wah, tried moving my clothes back hm frm my aunt's place den realised i got so many many clothes dere (tink can open 2nd hand shop sellin them all)... gonna make another trip or two lor... my mom's gonna kill me if she c e amt of clothes altogether.... -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sun was e day.... :) cant wait to catch e fireworks wif lib gang n mi dear. it's been a while since we went out together... him being bz wif his work (startin tis week still must OT till late = no more gg back hm together aft wrk) n e gang; poly de poly, still stuck in deyi de; bz preparin 4 'O' level... was so excited n ks tat i arranged to meet up wif the gang as early as 4.30pm to go 'chop' 4 e best spot 2 watch e fireworks... at first david &lt;ex-library&gt; suggested e roof terrace in esplanade but i suppose e mgmt knew dere would b ppl wantin 2 hang dere... thus they closed e area. wif no choice we headed to e foyer beside e open space concert area.... dere was shade n it was by e river... how much beta can we get... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;    Due 2 e high response by ppl, when e time for fireworks draws nearer, me n my bf couldnt get thru already... thus we went further ahead hopin 2 get a clearer view as compared 2 where the gang r at. but stupid COCONUT TREE had 2 be in the middle of it all !! *shrugs* alrdy i had been squeezed like pan cake by e crowd for over half n hour den juz wanna enjoy e 5 mins of sparkle oso got deprived of.... sigh... beta then none.... had wenqiang dere wif me n shield me frm all e pushin n shovin of e crowd :) nth else mattered.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;   aft tat, tried searchin for e gang at e spot where they had been but in vain... tried to call but seemed all singals had been jammed up (at least for m1 n starhub tat is). We tried to walk out of the crowd, juz den xy spotted us n we decided to hang ard till e crowd lessen but seemed to be ppl mountain ppl sea everywhere. So wenqiang suggested tat we walked 2 e car first coz its parked quite a distance away... den on e way we can tink abt where to eat.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;   aft late dinner (10 plus??) at chomp chomp @ serangoon, all were into e idea of stayin out 4 e nite so i suggested watchin 'The Village' @ Bishan(sucky show =P, made ken slept, lee ming driftin in n out of dreamland... but kinda cute tat wenqiang n kun loong actually got scared by 'e creature' ekek...) , where yen siang &lt;ex-library&gt; works. killed e hours from 12mn till 2.30am, aftwhich we hung out by e beach @ ECP. e breeze was nice n we cld even spot orion up in the sky. it was nice to c them all enjoyin e nite... though at sum point of time... everyone was lost at wat to do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;   last but nt least must thx my dear (thru their blogs seemed u 'gel' well wif them, no worries le ba?? ekek...) 4 sendin all e rest hm despite being tired frm a long day's work n whole nite out w/o sleep... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mon mornin... reached hm @ 8 plus.... tried gettin my bro to open e door 4 me... cld sleep yet coz already way past my bedtime... so read my book till i knock off... woke up again at 12pm to haf lunch wif my family... followed by e usual housework n nappy... ekek... dere goes another day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tues woke up as if it's another day for work... even wenqiang was expectin to cum fetch me for work.. until i reminded him tat i was stayin home coz school's on holiday till wed... he felt guilty for wakin me, but told him it's ok coz i had to help out @ my dad's shop anyway. my aunt who was suppose to work early mornin but 'reported' sick.... den in e late evenin acompanied my brother to buy his 1st handphone !!! *gosh* a red coloured E700A !!! (pssh... it's 1.38 am, n he's still playin wif it... fyi, he got class in e mornin @ 8am, wonder if he can wake up in time or it's gonna be another 'late for school' wwhahahhaha) geezzzz talkin abt slp... tink i got to go too... b4 i got caught again for slpin late.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nitezzz... blog again later... ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109215979332113683?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109215979332113683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109215979332113683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109215979332113683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109215979332113683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-was-fun-reli-hop3-u-enjoyed.html' title='It WaS fUn.. Re@li hOp3 u EnJoYeD uRs3lv3s'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109171977577658728</id><published>2004-08-06T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:57:27.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things will get beta when e sky is cleared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sigh... seemed like the cupids r gone n here cums e dark 'angels'... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;problems at work, stress in school, disappointed in relationship, pressure from home, etc etc etc... wat more can u expect frm when ur days are already so &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;was spendin the whole nite chattin, advising n consoling most of the ppl online... although sumtimes me felt helpless to the situations tat they're in.. but hopefully they'll feel beta after talkin it out. Reali wished I could do more to help u ppl in any way that I can lor.. :&gt; if not, I'll always lend a listening ear no matter wat time n where I m... but... prior, u noe who m talkin abt lah, ekek den of coz he cum 1st lah. Actually, m at a loss at wat to say or do to comfort him too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tis mornin was kinda quiet in e car, on the way to work... me tried to make conversation (which m nt gd at) n he kept givin me one word answers.. Looked like he still deep in thoughts... thus let him b lor... thinkin maybe he needed time to sort things out.. let him b alone lor... &lt;hope&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;think me nt as 'smart' n carin as i thought i was ba... me oni keep quiet, dunno 2 ask abt it or juz let him to settle it by himself. but as a couple, u shld always share ur problems mah... (i'm not complainin ah.. but juz reali hoped i cld do more to help... ^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"hmm... guess i cant get out of tis shadow... gonna b faced wif tis fear of mine alwaz, but tis time rd reali dun wish for things to end like before." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109171977577658728?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109171977577658728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109171977577658728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109171977577658728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109171977577658728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/08/things-will-get-beta-when-e-sky-is.html' title='Things will get beta when e sky is cleared'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109150119410913081</id><published>2004-08-03T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T11:50:45.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sw33t StOrY... (4 KeNbOa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Haiya... though ytd mission half-successful but at least we got a step further in gettin to know the ger and more opportunities to make conversations for ya???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's e "LoVe @ 1sT sgHt" story... (KeN ts 4 Ya 2 ReAd. I dn SaY iT's HeRe, m3r3ly sAiD gOnnA pOsT iT lAsT nt3, bUt SeeMeD sLppYbUgS gOt 3 b3tA oF m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boy, is a freshie in poly and on the day of the incident, he was workin... A group of JC girls came into the restaurant n was seated at Boy's section. Just den, Boy noticed a girl whom stand out within the group... she was wearin her school U tat was kinda different.. but she STAND OUT from the rest of the group. She looked kinda cute n lively (in Boy's eyes) with her shoulder length hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus whenever Boy goes over to serve them, he makes sure he gets a chance to speak to her... or at least let her notice he's there.... Time was pastin fast tat day.. Soon it was closin time and the girl left wif her group. Boy though tis is it... dere goes my dream girl...haizzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all hopes were not lost. As he met her on the bus when he was going home after work!!!! Man, was he delighted... He plucked up his courage and when over to sit wif her.. n chatted... but after she alighted e bus... Boy realised he haf yet to get her no. !! geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den on his advisor's support... he decided to try his luck again, waited at the bus stop. 1 bus came n went by but no sign of her.. his advisor left too (not coz ain supportin him, u urself noe lah eh.. ekek..) den Boy decided to board the next bus tat comes his way.. hahahahahahahaha.... she was on IT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis time round, he ain gonna miss any chance to get her no., they chatted, n exchanged no. Since den started tis chain of smsin n mornin greetings.. But in his heart, he still wish to see her... thus the multiple attempts at the bus interchange, waiting... waitin... waitin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jia&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;jia&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kenboa,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kenboa,&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109150119410913081?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109150119410913081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109150119410913081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109150119410913081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109150119410913081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/08/sw33t-story-4-kenboa.html' title='A Sw33t StOrY... (4 KeNbOa)'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109142959597077107</id><published>2004-08-02T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T14:54:53.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F|n@LLy... My WeLL d3s3rVeD bRe@k...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ahhhhhh........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1st day back @ work since my OFFICIAL days off... actually not really off days too... As those of u who noe tat i gonna renewal my contract, it ends in 28th july n my new contract starts on 2 aug. thus i was 'shakin' legs @ hm for 2 solid days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but soon after, realised i can't do w/o work totally too.. coz i created a few bloppers in those 2 days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1st: i kept askin my mom e same questions a couple of times in A day.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2nd: kept forgettin tat it was thursday. Kept hurryin my uncle to go tend to matters @ the 'new' medical shop while i was packing up things in the 'old' medical shop (FYI: 'new' shops closes on every THURSDAY &gt;_&lt;"), etc etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;worst of all &lt;i&gt;: duno wat i was dreaming abt but when i was showering... i used the shampoo as my shower gel !!!!!! omg!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;nevertheless... i still managed to enjoy myself a bit. Having gone to the Singapore Food Festival @ Suntec City on Friday wif my guy, tried all the nice n yummy food... (:Þ...) best of all... had the last bit of makan we bought @ the Fountain of Wealth wif the laser show n nice music playin... (man....wat an atmosphere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after tat, it was back to my usual weekends n boy does time flies when u're juzin startin to enjoy them... :&gt; cherios for now... got to go get my report done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109142959597077107?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109142959597077107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109142959597077107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109142959597077107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109142959597077107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/08/fnlly-my-well-d3s3rved-brek.html' title='F|n@LLy... My WeLL d3s3rVeD bRe@k...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109098854443967232</id><published>2004-07-28T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T12:22:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Words Part 5...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;"Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless, like water. Now, you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow, or it can crash! Be water, my friend..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;:Bruce Lee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109098854443967232?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109098854443967232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109098854443967232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109098854443967232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109098854443967232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/07/meaningful-words-part-5.html' title='Meaningful Words Part 5...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109081263084741190</id><published>2004-07-26T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T11:30:30.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Yum :Þ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tis mornin had jiu cheng gao (noya - nine layered cake) made by my boyfriend's auntie... it was sweet n ain oily like those sold in the shops... he was tired of it after the 3rd piece while I was still enjoyin mine. Later I realised it was because his mom got him larger pieces... 1 of his = 2 of mine... ekekek.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but worryin he ain full yet cant finish his portion. I decided to 'trade' wif him. My 1 last small piece wif 2 of his. Anyway, I could still take it as tea break wherelse he ain free later till lunchtime le... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~felt tempted to learn frm his auntie but surely he's gonna tell me to cook for him to eat first... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but me haf nv nv step into the kitchen for a long time le... sigh... noes tat he reali wish I cld cook 4 him... As the saying says : "to get into a man's heart is thru his stomache".&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;thought to do &amp;nbsp;so too&amp;nbsp;but juz got e phobia...&amp;nbsp; wat if... oh nvm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll get over it sumhow... I'm sure I can work my way into e kitchen, juz need to figure out who's kitchen to b my lab rat... ekek.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109081263084741190?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109081263084741190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109081263084741190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109081263084741190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109081263084741190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/07/yum-yum.html' title='Yum Yum :Þ'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109057435569107577</id><published>2004-07-23T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T17:19:15.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Words Part 4 </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"tHoU wE hArDlY mEEt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;iT dOeSn'T mEaN tt U r 4gOttOeN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;cOz, U hAf Nv LeFt My MiNd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;4 u'R aLwAyS sUmBoDy.... So SpEcaL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&amp;amp; nc3 2 Me !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109057435569107577?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109057435569107577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109057435569107577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109057435569107577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109057435569107577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/07/meaningful-words-part-4.html' title='Meaningful Words Part 4 '/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109048656663248175</id><published>2004-07-22T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T16:56:06.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat's LoVe...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LovE AlwayS StartS FrM FrenshiP. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;BuT WheN e LovE EndS, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;It WilL NeveR GeT BacK&amp;nbsp;To FrenshiP AgaiN..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oh my, oh my... recently seemed like e season of love.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;everyone's fallin in n out of love (FYI: me included...ekek&amp;nbsp;~&amp;nbsp;If ya still in e dark...wondering wat's happening...&amp;nbsp;i'm gg into e 2nd month of&amp;nbsp;my relationship already... still honeymoonin.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;but seemed like not every 'story' ends up happily ever after... already since school reopened... i've already heard of 3 sad endings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;nevertheless, i wuld like 2 tell e girls to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bUcK UP&lt;/span&gt;!! those worthless guys haf missed out e greatest love of their life by losin u girls... N girls, there's beta guys out there for u to pick n choose... &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Always learn frm ur failures....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;hint: my bf got rejected 3 X in a span of 4 mths??&amp;nbsp;b4 i&amp;nbsp;said yes... "sori dear" c",)&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;It's nv a smooth road 2 success...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;rite now, work hard n study well... when&amp;nbsp;u complete ur studies, u'll b e one choosin e guys instead of them pickin u up. :&gt; i noe u'll b happi den.... u'll find e guy of ur dreams... n he'll b e one u least expected...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109048656663248175?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109048656663248175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109048656663248175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109048656663248175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109048656663248175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/07/wats-love.html' title='Wat&apos;s LoVe...???'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109041478672663145</id><published>2004-07-21T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T17:09:28.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Words Part 3</title><content type='html'>EvErY mOrNiNg HaS :- a NeW bEgInNiNg.... &lt;br /&gt;a NeW bLeSsInG.... &lt;br /&gt;a NeW hOpE.... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;br /&gt;iTs A pErFeCt DaY cOz ItS gOd'S GIFT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaF a BlEsSeD n PeRfEcT dAy !! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109041478672663145?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109041478672663145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109041478672663145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109041478672663145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109041478672663145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/07/meaningful-words-part-3.html' title='Meaningful Words Part 3'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109036934055751106</id><published>2004-07-21T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T08:22:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's RaiNinG mAn.... </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a grey day... so thought I shld use its colour too..... :) It's been raining since 5.30am how nice it wuld b if m still lyin in bed... ahhhh..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Finally got e words tat I'll b renewin e contract as a regular... in state of a casual employee... e term sounded weird. But...watever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So long as I got my days off n MC... who cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Though a little heart pain tat there wun b e pay rise as discussed but at least I could still get 2 c e students 4 another year... sumtimes reali cant bear 2 leave them...yet they'll make u 'pull ur hair' @ times.... ekek... hopefully they noe where m comin frm. sigh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;guess tat's it for today... maybe will write summore later ba... cya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;cherios, jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109036934055751106?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109036934055751106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109036934055751106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109036934055751106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109036934055751106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-raining-man.html' title='It&apos;s RaiNinG mAn.... '/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-109031653196843960</id><published>2004-07-20T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T21:08:58.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Words Part 2.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sian.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tOdAy wHeN i wanted to rewrite my CD again to add in more new songs tat I dowNloaDed, I realised tat&amp;nbsp;it's EMPTY!!!!! shucks!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tink it's the stupid adminstrator rites... me cant access burnin thru the student access... OMG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dunno wait to do while waiting for nick n huan qing to finish playing Zero Hour. though I juz share a little quote wif ya ppl once more :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"A star has 5 ends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A square has 4 ends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A triangle has 3 ends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A line has 2 ends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life has 1 end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yet OUR FRENSHIP has NO END !!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cherios, Jo (Hurri Up NicK !! I waNNa Go Hm !!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-109031653196843960?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/109031653196843960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=109031653196843960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109031653196843960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/109031653196843960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/07/meaningful-words-part-2.html' title='Meaningful Words Part 2.....'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-108999653011782573</id><published>2004-07-17T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T00:48:50.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat 2 Do.... Where 2 Go Frm Here...??</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sigh Sigh Sigh... thought juz finished writing my "Ying Yue Ri Zi", could take a breather n chk sum emails.... ended up received 2 emails frm my teacher-in-charge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We were discussing abt renewing my contract wif the school tat's suppose to cease by end of tis month... Her reply was wif regards of the new contract, that instead of a payrise, there'll still be my official 7 days leave and 14 days MC to take. But to sign wif the new contract, I've got to officially end my current contract on 28th July 2004 and resign the new one beginning 1st August 2004. If you noe ur dates well.... tat would mean 2 days of freedom for me... !! y? coz there's still 29th n 30th of july which is&amp;nbsp;the last&amp;nbsp;thurs n fri of the month too.... kinda like haf a long long weekend n a well deserved break for me... ekek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but then, i&amp;nbsp;m also worried for my grp of students (u noe who u r) who often comes to the cybrary to study and hang ard... where they gonna go for these 2 days... wat will happen to them??? ekek.... maybe i sound too drama.... lolz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hmm.... we'll c wat's the reply on monday n decide frm there then.... tat's all for nw then... there's still the problem @ my uncle's medical shop... the never ending story.... but...that's another story to be told... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so long for now.. tata&amp;nbsp;.. take care... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-108999653011782573?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/108999653011782573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=108999653011782573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108999653011782573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108999653011782573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/07/wat-2-do-where-2-go-frm-here.html' title='Wat 2 Do.... Where 2 Go Frm Here...??'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-108999221041867791</id><published>2004-07-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T23:36:50.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OnE dAy... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll BuY u A dOzEn RoSeS &amp;amp; tIe DeM iN a BuNdLe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll PuT a PlAsTiC rOsE iN e MiddLe &amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TeLL u OuR fReNsHiP eNdS e DaY dAt LaSt RoSe WiTheRs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-108999221041867791?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/108999221041867791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=108999221041867791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108999221041867791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108999221041867791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/07/meaning-words.html' title='Meaning Words...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-108977931914121382</id><published>2004-07-14T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T00:05:55.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret of the CurTain....TouChinG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Juz heard Tis oVeR e radio in e mornin... thought i shld share it... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was written by a girl named: Ah Xiang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;!-- Colour Yellow--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I haf a good fren called Ah Wei... We haf known each other since back in primary school. He has always been there for me. Often asking if I haf eaten, if not he'll buy sumthing 4 me. If my basketball competition is nearin, he would company me, help train my skills, etc etc.... These things tat he's doing often lead me to think he was trying to prove sumthing..... to be more than frens....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Colour Green--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then the day comes.... my birthday.... he din appear for my party...nor did he sent me any sms... I was feeling sad.... no matter wat....we r frens for so long.... cant be tat he forgot abt my birthday??!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Colour Blue--&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I was heading home aft e party....i realised it was pouring outside n I din bring my umbrella... Juz den I saw a shadow approachin me... it was him... it was Ah Wei. He came aft all...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- Colour Ingiot--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He walked up to me and wished me 'Happy Birthday' n said there's sumthing he's got to say.... I was all excited.... was he goin to say it... is he gonna admit tat he too haf feelings for me....!!! He den revealed a package from behind him and said... "It is for U... sumthing especially made for U. U've got to open it at home... I've put in alot of effort to make tis n I reali do mean it frm the bottom of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--Colour Purple--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I was back home... Boy was I depressed.... Wondering why couldn't he juz said he liked me... wat's wif tis present tat he juz gave me.... Does he reali juz treat me as a fren.. Have I reali made a mistake all tis while....?? Den I opened up e present, thinking maybe he has a confession inside... maybe I could get my answer thur the present.... but when I open up the present.... there was only a piece of curtain... tried tippin the box n flipping the curtain but there was nothing else... except for the white coloured curtain... "Wat was he thinking abt makin this curtain for me?? Wat was he trying to get to...???" Immediately I called him up... but he din wanted to tell me... he said it's a surprise n i'm to find it out on my own...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Colour Red--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 year passed... but still I couldn't figure out wat was it wif the curtain that Ah Wei gave me on my birthday... Den my senior&amp;nbsp;confessed his love for me... but I was still thinkin of Ah Wei...still hoping he is the one for me.... But thinkin back....it has been 1 year n he still wouldn't tell me wat's wif the curtain.... nor did he made any move to let me noe that&amp;nbsp;he too is interested in me... maybe, juz maybe... it's time to let go... for me to move on... thus.. I&amp;nbsp;sms Ah Wei... askin if we r still frens n hint if it was gonna be forever... then he replied, "Yes". At e moment, I was heartbroken... but I replied, " So you wouldn't fall for you, rite? If not you'll be a tortise." He then replied, "Yah, who ever fall for the other person will be the tortise..."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Colour Orange --&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then wif tat promise, I agreed to my senior... and after 2 months, I told Ah Wei about it. Instead of congratulating me. He asks&amp;nbsp;me a qn tat got me stunned -&amp;nbsp;"Do you really love him?" I din noe how to answer him... but eventually I said&amp;nbsp;'Yes, I do love him'. Soon after, he too had a girlfren but broke up later...&amp;nbsp;coz the girl felt tat Ah Wei wsa pitying her due to her health condition n not tat he truely loved her. Upon hearing tat, I too had doubt abt my relationship n was too often quarreling wif my boyfren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Colour Yellow --&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Almost into a year of relationship, I too got out of it. First person I called to seek comfort from was Ah Wei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;!-- Colour Green --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(Tis was where things changed)..... He asked if I still wanted to noe abt the secret within the curtain. I told him off.... A secret tat had been kept for more than 2 years... tat I've well forgotten abt it.. But since he mentioned... "Of course, I still want to know." Then he gave me a clue, "When the light n shadow joins hand in hand, tat's when happiness could be found..."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Colour Blue --&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tis curtain which have been wif me for the past 2 years... Had nothing sewn or painted on... But now... wat does it means... wat is the meanin of "when light n shadow joins hand in hand"... Juz den,&amp;nbsp;e paper I was&amp;nbsp;lookin for flew onto the floor&amp;nbsp;n I could see&amp;nbsp;sparks of sunlight&amp;nbsp;shone on it. On a second glance, I realised tat it was from the curtain....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;How stupid could I get...!! Now I noe wat tat hint was abt... the sun shines upon the curtain and the shadows formed thru the tiny holes tat were created by purpose makes up words tat could be seen...!! Upon readin wat was on it...my tears fell....&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Wondering how long it's gonna take for you to see tis... Might&amp;nbsp;b 6mths, 1 year or 2 years... I dunno. But I'm sure tat I'm really in love wif you. Juz like how I've put my heart and soul to craved these words into the curtain. And wish for you to think&amp;nbsp;the same way too."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-108977931914121382?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/108977931914121382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=108977931914121382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108977931914121382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108977931914121382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/07/secret-of-curtaintouching.html' title='Secret of the CurTain....TouChinG...'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-108866266972710185</id><published>2004-07-01T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T14:17:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MeeT e PaRenTs</title><content type='html'>phew... dinner's over wif my boyfriend's family. wondered wat the parents might think of me.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda tense when I 1st step into his house... his mom was sittin there watchin TV n i din noe wat to say after i greeted her... &lt;br /&gt;we were alone for a couple of minutes n i juz continued to pack stuff in my bag while waitin for him to be back from the kitchen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich he brought me up to e bedrm where he n his 2 other brothers shares. then we sat down n watched VCD 2gether wif his younger brother... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz as we were finishin the movie... his dad came home n we all got ready to leave for the temple to have the 'feast'... at e door i tried to make conversation wif his mom by askin how cum e eldest brother ain hm yet... she mentioned tat he went back school for a swim n ain back home... maybe we'll meet him there. (okay, tat wasn't tat bad ain it?... ekek...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dinner was served and we chat abt the food n the items tat were being auction.... the most expensive item bid was an urn tat went out for S$10, 008 !!!!! gosh..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-108866266972710185?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/108866266972710185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=108866266972710185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108866266972710185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108866266972710185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/07/meet-e-parents.html' title='MeeT e PaRenTs'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-108812667183581415</id><published>2004-06-25T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T09:36:41.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable Match of the Season..... !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigH siGh sIgh...... (-_-) England lost to Portugal in a penalty shoot out tis mornin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a extraordinary match where England shld haf won by 1 : 0 when Michael Owen scored a GOAL, 3 mins into the game. But after Rooney left later into the first half and Portugal sent in a few subs in the second half of the match, they worked n scored an equaliser on 83rd min!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz when I thought things were grey.... Lampard of England scored another GOAL !!! but the referee said it was to be a foul !!!! MAN was i pissed..... i was cursin n swearin god noes everything n anything in my way.... !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then final whistle was blown and we were into the 1st round of 15 mins extra time.... nth.... everyone was oni near to a goal but none scored..... then cum 2nd round of extra time..... by now we were praying that they will juz scored a goal n get it over and done wif.... i juz forsake my sleep to watch a good game of soccer N this was getting too much for my heart!!!!!! In the end, DRAW AGAIN !!!!!! (-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here cum the crucial moment... penalties... David Beckham took the first shoot n MISSED !!!!!!! man did i hate him at tat moment........ after tat... it was history n buai buai for England n Helo Portugal for gettin one more step nearer to the EURO finals 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....sign off 4 nw...too depressin to continue le... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-108812667183581415?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/108812667183581415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=108812667183581415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108812667183581415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108812667183581415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/06/unbelievable-match-of-season.html' title='Unbelievable Match of the Season..... !!!'/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7146352.post-108752894304047239</id><published>2004-06-18T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T11:22:23.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet N Wild @ Wild Wild Wet, NTUC Wild Wild Wet </title><content type='html'>God?.. Nv expected myself to be so tired tat tis journal had 2 b written n completed in 2 days !! boy m I achin all over (^ _^ ?)?.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd I took leave to go Wild Wild Wet @ NTUC Downtown East. Was there frm 11am till 7pm when they closed?. man, was it crowded?.. Ques n Ques n Ques everywhere? smart move though (* v *) that we went on a school holiday weekday? imagine weekend? gosh?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance was grand wif the use of technology ? FunKey, similar 2 tat of Ezlink (we were juz a tap away frm FUN?). Then once inside?. Everything we do, buy and use had to be completed wif the use of the FunKey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was juz hangin ard racky e place a bit while my aunt n cousins all went to take a dip. But later my aunt kept temptin me to go play along as she couldn?t stand carryin her baby daughter ard n she wasn?t tat much confident in holdin on 2 her son for those more exciting rides coz she cant hold on to herself too?. Hahahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there ain much rides too?. Oni ?.. 2 solo slides (fantasy n jurong oso haf), 1 grp slide (fantasy haf), 1 ski slope (oni unique wan here), a long long lazy lake (tink jurong wan beta)?.. 2 baby pools, 1 wave pool (w/o waves though)?.. n a ard e park cycling track high high n above all the ppl?. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by 7pm I was all red from face to shoulders?.. ouch?. (&gt;_&lt;) luckily from past expeditions I knew wat to expect frm tis outing again? thus I was all prepared wif my first aid kit n cosmetics.. ekek? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146352-108752894304047239?l=britjit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/feeds/108752894304047239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7146352&amp;postID=108752894304047239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108752894304047239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146352/posts/default/108752894304047239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britjit.blogspot.com/2004/06/wet-n-wild-wild-wild-wet-ntuc-wild.html' title='Wet N Wild @ Wild Wild Wet, NTUC Wild Wild Wet '/><author><name>JoSiE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344350676137338355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
