<?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-4876995153289171150</id><updated>2011-12-27T18:55:12.217+08:00</updated><category term='Beauty Care'/><category term='C&apos;est la Vie'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Movies and Books'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Dining'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Chinese'/><category term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Falling (in love)</title><subtitle type='html'>Love will lead you home. Therefore, fall in love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-9162919860174064391</id><published>2011-10-25T22:10:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T02:11:35.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your control defines your character</title><content type='html'>When your Facebook status does not have enough words length to express your feelings, you blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a rainy night today. It has always been raining lately. As it rains more, I am more worried about the flood situation in Thailand. *Pray*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that religion is very important to everyone. It is a guideline towards living a life of a good man. A life that will lead you to the hands of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we practice the commandments from our religion. We learn to control ourselves. When controls become natural, they define your character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control comes in the simplest form from forcing yourself to wake up in the morning to holding back your tears when someone scolds you. When complex feelings are involved, it is another level of control. It's like controlling yourself to break up or even start up a relationship with someone that is not right for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that successful person are in higher control of themselves. They know how to control their emotion. They practice disciplines on themselves. They control their body's desire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like to feel full. Feeling full is always the happiest moment of my life. It never appears to me that I need to control that. I thought it's right being content and happy. Maybe that's the reason I am not moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay hungry, stay foolish."(Quoted from Steve Jobs) I hope we can all benefit from this for the right reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-9162919860174064391?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/9162919860174064391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=9162919860174064391&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/9162919860174064391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/9162919860174064391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-control-defines-your-character.html' title='Your control defines your character'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-8929351001827390421</id><published>2011-06-12T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:55:15.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>要割禾，先蹲下咯！</title><content type='html'>距离出现在电视荧幕上已有将近两个月了，它没有我想像的奢华，也没有我想像的紧张。随着岁月的流逝，我大概也抵不过成熟的侵袭。实在太感恩我的制作人朋友，那真的是一个不可多得地经验。影片也有上传在面子书，希望不会让诸位失望哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天好像要失眠了。昨天开始背部就非常痛，痛得无法转身，无法弯腰，无法帮自己穿裤子。所以，这周的外出全都取消了。在家就只能做一些简单的家务。原来才发现，自己一直以来亏对自己的背。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天要洗碗的时候，正要驼背洗碗时，背疼了。所以，就半蹲的洗。从比较矮的角度看洗手盘有点陌生。突然想，一个七八岁的小孩，看的应该就是这个角度了吧！现在在电脑面前的我，坐姿还不错哦！背都是直直的。以前应该是驼着背的吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以呢，我呢，终于知道背背的辛苦。我会好好检讨的。可是嘛，可不可以让我先睡一下呢？求求你咯！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-8929351001827390421?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/8929351001827390421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=8929351001827390421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8929351001827390421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8929351001827390421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_12.html' title='要割禾，先蹲下咯！'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-2564246300541298548</id><published>2011-04-25T01:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:00:03.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Being on National TV</title><content type='html'>It all started when I received a phone call from my college mate. She had asked me to help her appear in her talk show. Without asking much, I said yes. I guess I wanted to appear in TV badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely nervous throughout the whole process. I am even nervous now. From knowing that I will be doing the filming to knowing the date of the air time for the show, the whole process was just so overwhelm for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a talk show between men and women. I guess sometimes we tend to think alike among the same gender. I think this is what it is about, to argue among gender. And that is the name of the talk show &lt;男女嗆反調&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mandarin talk show shown in NTV7 in Malaysia since March 2011. My episode is to be aired on 30th April 2011. The topic was about whether we should still be friends with our exes. To learn more about the show, you can visit the below links for more information. (Opps, it's all in mandarin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailynews.sina.com/bg/ent/hktwstar/sinchewdaily/20110125/23212188287.html"&gt;Daily News Sina&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifetv.com.my/node/30673"&gt;Life TV Malaysia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends are very happy for my appearance in TV. I sincerely thank everyone for all the support they put in. They are always giving me support and wondering when is the air time for the show. I was more worried that I am going to ruin the show or worst, all my parts are being cut off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even sure whether I should ask anyone to see the show. It would be so embarrassing to see myself so not gorgeous sitting next to a top model. Yes, I am sitting next to the champion of "I want to be a model", Eloise! She is a very nice person. She sent me pictures that we took on the day to my iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need to upload the photo after the episode is aired to avoid any form of breaching the law. Finger crossed for Saturday's show. I hope it is not too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-2564246300541298548?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/2564246300541298548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=2564246300541298548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2564246300541298548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2564246300541298548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-on-national-tv.html' title='Being on National TV'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-2561952518193172749</id><published>2011-02-27T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:03:22.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies and Books'/><title type='text'>Show me how you Burlesque!!</title><content type='html'>When I saw the "Burlesque" trailer from the television, I had a feeling I will like the movie very much. And don't girls have good instinct? I absolutely love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was not shown in IOI mall. Therefore, I needed to travel further down to Sunway to catch it. It was totally worth the jam, time and money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved musical movies. The first one I watched was the "Phantom of the Opera" back in college times. I have loved it so much. I guess I like watching people sing. It's like being in a concert, only it is not live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like I am watching a musical movie at all. It was just too great! Christina Aguilera sang most of the songs. She has very strong vocal! How can I have that? Though I didn't really adore Cher's voice, her singing technique amazed us. She has a solid voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect Ali (Christina Aguilera) to involve in a romantic relationship with Jack. It was so sweet to watch both of them in the big screen. There was so much laughter in the cinema. The girl who sit behind me laughed her lungs out and I was practically laughing at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Cher and Christina showed me how to Burlesque. Though I still don't know how to, I will definitely buy their DVD to learn more about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey..... show me how you Burlesque*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-2561952518193172749?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/2561952518193172749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=2561952518193172749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2561952518193172749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2561952518193172749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2011/02/show-me-how-you-burlesque.html' title='Show me how you Burlesque!!'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-8374960138625215670</id><published>2010-09-12T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:47:16.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>The sky was so dark and it looked as though it was night already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it me or was it you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to find the courage to message you, to email you. Every time when I looked at your name, I stumbled. I panicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really necessary to let you know what is in this heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I am good in expressing myself. I thought I have no issues expressing love to others. But I guess for the first time in life, I stumbled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood before a glass door in a building. Outside, it was pouring heavily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were holding a big sky blue umbrella. You offered to shed me to my vehicle. I hesitated for a while. I could not resist the offer, I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You began to roll your our long pants to your knee level. As we were walking out the building, I hesitated. You opened the umbrella and held my hand. Warm filled my body and I didn't feel cold anymore. I liked the warmth of your hands and I didn't want to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through the heavy rain, we were already all wet. Our destination seemed so far. Unfortunately, the umbrella was spoiled and we decided to turn back. We went back to the building where we started. But we were all wet and frozen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we stood, behind the glass door again, watching the rain pouring outside. We were going no where anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-8374960138625215670?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/8374960138625215670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=8374960138625215670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8374960138625215670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8374960138625215670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-4437198841612566794</id><published>2010-08-04T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:53:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bur Bur 的生活</title><content type='html'>不知道什么时候开始，患上了残忍的失眠症。我跟以前的室友说，我现在的失眠大概是报应。她不禁的笑了。在她面前，我都不需要多说。我，以前真的很喜欢睡觉，一天睡到晚可是家常便饭。我以为我这一辈子都不会知道什么是失眠了。哈哈，没想到上天还待我不薄，终于也让我体会到妈妈失眠的痛苦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每天好早就放工回家。每次都跟自己说要好好的睡一觉。真的好像好久都没有好好睡了。有时候，七点多就冲完凉躺在床上。要睡一个十二小时才能补补之前的失眠。可是，很少会成功。有时候好运的话，就会一觉睡天明。不好运的话，半夜会胃疼醒来，然后再也睡不回。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不了解的人通常都会问同一个问题，“你为什么会失眠呢？” 说真的，我自己也不知道是到底是自己怎么了。是不是房间太热？是不是胃痛？是不是自己想太多？是不是有困扰的事情？这些到底是不是失眠的原因，我自己也不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这些日子里，自己常常做事不能集中，又常忘记东西，过着迷迷糊糊的生活。有时候朋友要说两次才听得到。最危险就莫过于驾车的时候。有时候真的觉得头脑一片空白，走过的路既然不记得。是我的潜意识在驾车吗？我刚才有睡着吗？这次糟了啦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常常都想为什么？Why？以为只要找到原因，我就不会再失眠。可是，我又能做什么呢？我只知道，失眠经已令我很累，很累了；很苦，很苦了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，我想，我不应该再去研究为什么会失眠了。人生那么苦短，与其浪费时间，倒不如珍惜现在的生活。即使活得糊涂，也要让生命不留白。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bur 就 bur 了。糊涂就糊涂了！人生也难得糊涂啊！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-4437198841612566794?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/4437198841612566794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=4437198841612566794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4437198841612566794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4437198841612566794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2010/08/bur-bur.html' title='Bur Bur 的生活'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-2478169861714621965</id><published>2010-03-22T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:17:51.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>爺爺祝你生日快樂 (Grandpa wishes you a Happy Birthday)</title><content type='html'>I had an image of a card, a birthday card with traditional Chinese hand-writing. The card read "Grandpa wishes you a Happy Birthday". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I loved playing with grandpa. Grandpa looked very much like Santa. He had a big belly and wore thick glasses. Grandpa was like the father I never had. He was always very big. All the grandchild liked to gather around grandpa to listen to his stories. He would tell us about stories of his during World War II and some of the legendary ancient stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa did not live with us, but he would come to visit us every Sunday night. Therefore, every week we would free our time to expect grandpa. I guess grandpa had good eyesight. It was not easy for a 70-year-old to drive at night. I remembered how we used to send grandpa off. We would wave to grandpa until his car was out of sight. Grandpa would always wave back to us with one hand on the steering wheel. Some of the times, I would ran out the main gate and see grandpa's car vanished as he turned right at the junction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could never do that anymore. Grandpa was dead 10 years ago. He was gone before I knew how to be concern about him. I have not buy anything for him with the money I have earned. I have not said thank you to him for bringing me and my family together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa has a very kind heart. He would not harm any insect. Every time when we were trying to hurt an insect, he would stop us. He would tell us that it might be our ancestors who came to pay us a visit. I guessed it worked, we didn't harm them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember grandpa in so many ways. I always think that grandpa had the biggest hand in the family and I liked to play 點蟲蟲 with him. I would put my little hand in grandpa's palm and sang, “點蟲蟲，蟲蟲飛！” As I stopped singing, I would move my hand out of grandpa's palm as soon as I can, but grandpa was always faster. He would grab my little hand in time. We laughed and giggled all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Santa, grandpa gave us present during Christmas! Mainly it's because my sister's and my birthday falls 2-3 days after Christmas. Therefore, every grandchild in the family shared our birthday. *chuckles* The wishes inside the birthday card was written by grandpa himself. I was so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my grandpa a lot. My grandpa was a fantastic person and he will always be remembered (not only during Ching Ming).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-2478169861714621965?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/2478169861714621965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=2478169861714621965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2478169861714621965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2478169861714621965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandpa-wishes-you-happy-birthday.html' title='爺爺祝你生日快樂 (Grandpa wishes you a Happy Birthday)'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-6646270690777442250</id><published>2010-02-13T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:31:29.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Look?</title><content type='html'>A very happy Chinese new year to everyone!! This year is the tiger WooHoo year!! I have decided to have a fresh look to celebrate this auspicious year! YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/S3aAy9HyHFI/AAAAAAAABzI/kKPDbKpx7FQ/s1600-h/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/S3aAy9HyHFI/AAAAAAAABzI/kKPDbKpx7FQ/s320/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GONG XI FATT CHAI!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;A lot of friends thought that I have short hair now but apparently, the picture above is just a creation of photoshop. *Please don't hate me, I love you!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am quite timid when it comes to trying new hair styles. I am indeed very happy that I receive a lot of sincere comments. And I am very glad that my friends help me with this "big" decision of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for more updates..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-6646270690777442250?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/6646270690777442250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=6646270690777442250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/6646270690777442250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/6646270690777442250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-new-look.html' title='New Year, New Look?'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/S3aAy9HyHFI/AAAAAAAABzI/kKPDbKpx7FQ/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-5158247402539367043</id><published>2010-01-01T23:48:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:33:58.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions (2009-2010)</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!! *Hurray*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love crowds. Although I didn't go out to join the crowd for the new year countdown, my heart was very much at ease as I celebrated the 1st of Jan with my love ones. My heart is finally home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very blessed in the year of 2009. I have matured myself in so many ways. I am blessed that my family and friends are very supportive and caring. I want to thank all of you and you know who you are. "Thank you very much for standing by me!" *Hugs and Kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not waste anytime and review &lt;a href="http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolution-is-out.html"&gt;my 2009 resolutions&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Health and diet:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ran a 10KM marathon!&lt;br /&gt;- Conquered Broga Hill!&lt;br /&gt;- Taken up badminton with my colleagues. &lt;br /&gt;- Completed the yoga course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;2010: Keep it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find my family members are too cute! I love them very much and I want them to stay how they are. Except erm... well, you know.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;2010: I will come home more often in 2010! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Financial:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I realized that financial status should not be disclosed in blogs. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal growth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cultivated reading habit, finished the Twilight Saga series. &lt;br /&gt;- I managed to restrict myself in buying fashion magazines. In 2009, I have totally cut out "CLEO" and "Female". &lt;br /&gt;- Being awarded as a Gold agent for call and monitoring. &lt;br /&gt;- Terminated the master program project. &lt;br /&gt;- I changed my wardrobe to more formal attire to work. (This project will be terminated in 2010)&lt;br /&gt;- Set up a cozy room with the help of friends. Set up my wardrobe and cupboards myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;2010: Keep it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charity:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new column which I find very important. Filling time with charity events are so meaningful. &lt;br /&gt;- Joined the famine 30 hours! Collected donation from my friends and colleagues for the children.&lt;br /&gt;- Had my first blood donation.&lt;br /&gt;- Sponsored a child (since 2008)&lt;br /&gt;- Recycle goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;2010: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;- Spend more time in charity activities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;- Will try to use containers for food take away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leisure and fun:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This column is terminated.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sz7xMJGEYpI/AAAAAAAABss/KkiKhUL8_2w/s1600-h/P1020305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sz7xMJGEYpI/AAAAAAAABss/KkiKhUL8_2w/s320/P1020305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A special thank you to Xavier for getting me both of the diaries above for 2 continuous years!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year of 2010, I just hope that I can be a more loving person. I hope to be a better person, a better granddaughter, a better daughter, a better sister and a better friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-5158247402539367043?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/5158247402539367043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=5158247402539367043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5158247402539367043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5158247402539367043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions-2009-2010.html' title='Resolutions (2009-2010)'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sz7xMJGEYpI/AAAAAAAABss/KkiKhUL8_2w/s72-c/P1020305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-218891516469528513</id><published>2009-12-21T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:24:21.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing in English</title><content type='html'>I am sorry if you're an English reader. I guess you must have been browsing my blog with disappointment lately. I am not too sure on the language I should be using in my blog. I always think that language is just a communication tool. The reason I chose English is not that I am good at it, it is that I can share with more people about things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was talking to my colleagues about Andy Lau. I was just commenting that Andy hurt Carol Choo to protect his fans. Then one of my colleagues commented that I wrote in &lt;a href="http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-does-it-happen.html"&gt;my blog&lt;/a&gt; that I admire Carol Choo for having Andy Lau. Where on earth did I make that comment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got me angrier when she said that someone else said the same thing. That I would prefer being a star's spouse than anything else. And she refused to tell me the name of the person. She said, "Just somebody." That day, I read &lt;a href="http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-does-it-happen.html"&gt;the post&lt;/a&gt; again. I may have some grammar mistake but I thought I made myself clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire Carol Choo not because she has Andy Lao in her life, but having the determination to survive alone for so long. She has the determination to wait for her love for 18 years. That's something I do not have and will not want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the post, "How does it(love) happen?" depicts that I don't understand love at all.  Falling in love is not something your mind can control. Even he is the worst guy on earth, you will vow to follow him till the end. If Carol has a choice, will she still be waiting for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stupid repeating myself. How did language become such a horrible barrier? Blog reading is supposed to be fun. It's alright that we get the wrong meaning of things. However, interpreting the wrong medical prescription could be fatal. So better make sure before proceeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come back to my hometown Ipoh. My holidays are until next year! I am really enjoying it and I plan to review &lt;a href="http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolution-is-out.html"&gt;my 2009 resolution&lt;/a&gt; and come out with the 2010 one. Hopefully I didn't do too bad. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-218891516469528513?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/218891516469528513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=218891516469528513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/218891516469528513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/218891516469528513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/12/writing-in-english.html' title='Writing in English'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-6747037417280570534</id><published>2009-12-18T05:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:39:29.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>尼出洞了！</title><content type='html'>＊呜唔～＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尼又出动了！又是一个夜半醒来的晚上。这几天醒来后，都会习惯性的摸自己的嘴巴，又流口水了。自从拔了智慧牙后，嘴巴都关不紧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚刚把要送人的圣诞礼物包好，睡意未浓，就写写字吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之前我在想，拔了智慧牙会不会没智慧啦？没多久就觉得自己极没智慧，这样的问题也能想出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想拔智慧牙是一个过程吧！总算独自一人走了过来，不禁为自己鼓掌！＊啪啪啪啪＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说起来，我的牙也蛮可爱的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话说在一个感染病菌的晚上，浑身不舒服，也不知道那里不对劲。眼睛被擦的红红，喉咙痛，鼻子塞。以前很喜欢看医生，总觉得有病就得看。后来被一位朋友医生灌输药的成本价和副作用后，就很少看了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一年一次的牙齿检查又到了，所以就去看牙科。牙医说我智慧牙也跟着发炎了，必需拔掉。因为不能请假，所以拖了一星期才去做。其实，当时还蛮希望不需要拔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牙齿真的很硬。要拔出来真的很不容易。我的智慧牙被牙肉盖了一半，所以要做手术。智慧牙也很乖，都没有很难拔出来。唯一的巨痛是当医生把牙肉剪断的当儿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很厉害，没哭。医生称赞我勇敢。呜唔～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道真正的考验是拔掉智慧牙后的一周。医生一再叮咛，记得在麻醉药退之前吃止痛药。他还说我会吃不到固体东西。可是，如果我能吃到的话，我也可以吃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一天，不知死活的吃噜噜。真的吃到！但疼死了！而聪明的我，忘了吃止痛药，唉！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二天，在家里闷死。想到今晚要出去吃就懒得出去。反正冰箱还有很多食物。看到面（好像很难吃），菜（好像很难咬），意大利面（又是面？）都吃不得。后来看到香肠！呵呵～昨天也成功吃到噜噜，香肠应该还好吧！大概三小时后，我又饿了，又让我看到薯条。呵呵～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第三天，病情恶化。牙医没开，哭诉无门。反正都死路一条，不再理啦！！吃鸡饭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第四天，开始上班，被同事笑。牙医开门，重见天日。牙医安慰说，“不会肿啊！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好的，牙齿没事了！肿是正常的，痛也是正常的，发炎喉咙痛发烧也有病例。现在就只能吃药！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊天啊！天亮了啦！！＊&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-6747037417280570534?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/6747037417280570534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=6747037417280570534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/6747037417280570534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/6747037417280570534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_18.html' title='尼出洞了！'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-8795097203146319118</id><published>2009-12-05T03:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:16:09.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>独眼龙</title><content type='html'>夜阑人静，当所有的花花草草都呼出二氧化碳的时候，我变成了一只独眼龙。独眼龙因失去了另一只眼睛，所以难以入眠。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;独眼龙有个癖好，那就是喜欢在蚊子出动的时候，也跟着一起出动写东西。我确实很喜欢深夜，它的宁静带给我安详；虫鸣的声音让我知道，我在这世上并不孤单。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以嘛，从小时候开始就很喜欢半夜读书。记得还没有手提电话的时候，同学他们常打电话都找不了我。我想我的作息时间确实有待改良哦！可是独眼龙已经习惯了。漫漫长夜，拿来睡觉，不浪费吗？星星不会吃醋吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只可惜，月亮的柔和令许多坏人有机可趁。黑夜也因此变的害怕。一只独眼龙走在深夜里街上走动，那是多危险的事呢？世界何时变的那么可悲？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到家里的垃圾桶，都有很多可以再循环的东西。因为方便，都把这些东西挥手一丢。结果，纸张弄脏了，铁罐有蚂蚁了。因为有一个大的饮料盒没把空气透出，垃圾桶满满的。想帮忙，可是垃圾桶太脏了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;家里已设有环保盒。可惜，有心人不多。多少人愿意把喝完的饮料罐用水冲洗？多少人会把宣传单和收据再循环？对他们来说，我这只独眼龙是多此一举。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我是一只很无聊的独眼龙。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有的 MSN 朋友都已经下线了，我也应该睡了吗？傻傻的独眼龙，抬头仰望，希望能得到星星们的许可。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜，抬头只见天花板。瞬息见，独眼龙不见了，有的只有一位拒绝睡觉的女生。她盖住了自己的右眼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想，她眼睛发炎了吧！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-8795097203146319118?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/8795097203146319118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=8795097203146319118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8795097203146319118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8795097203146319118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='独眼龙'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-7756340992039133341</id><published>2009-11-08T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:01:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear heart, I am sorry...</title><content type='html'>Dear heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you my dear heart?&lt;br /&gt;I know I have hurt you badly. &lt;br /&gt;I can feel what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to take good care of you. &lt;br /&gt;And now you're bleeding like never before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stop beating one day? &lt;br /&gt;Will you finally give up and leave me?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to protect you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried whatever I could. &lt;br /&gt;But I still can't heal you. &lt;br /&gt;How can I heal you? &lt;br /&gt;Can time really heal you? &lt;br /&gt;I am giving all my time to you.&lt;br /&gt;And I try my best to give you anything you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me for one last time?&lt;br /&gt;I will be good to you.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-7756340992039133341?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-3031392138433268187</id><published>2009-10-30T14:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:44:38.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dining'/><title type='text'>Boston Restaurant @ PJ and Soho KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I received my gift vouchers within 2 weeks after my participation in &lt;a href="http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-labour-day.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MyFM's&lt;/span&gt; games&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392879273682181026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdbIHBkm6I/AAAAAAAABsY/Oa7VE1o9laE/s320/P1000017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RM150 of Boston vouchers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the first time I heard of Boston. The concept of which is that there is no chef in the restaurant. All food are delivered from the HQ. Hence, they can control the quality of the food easily. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I am just a pathetic person as I find it quite hard to find someone to share my joy. My family members are far away. Therefore I decided to go with a friend, but in the end he ditched me with the expiring vouchers. Due to short period of notice, most of my friends weekends had already been booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I went to Boston alone. I really hope I am good with roads, then I won't have to round the same place over and over again. I went to their outlet in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt;, the only place I am familiar with. Luckily, the location is not hard to find. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdbIn_f0pI/AAAAAAAABsg/SqJzQlhO1oQ/s1600-h/P1000158.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdbIn_f0pI/AAAAAAAABsg/SqJzQlhO1oQ/s1600-h/P1000158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392879282531848850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdbIn_f0pI/AAAAAAAABsg/SqJzQlhO1oQ/s320/P1000158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, I am so happy I see you at the traffic light!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StZrYvMQRKI/AAAAAAAABrQ/E6nhzCPsFX4/s1600-h/P1000177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StZrYvMQRKI/AAAAAAAABrQ/E6nhzCPsFX4/s1600-h/P1000177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392615676551644322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StZrYvMQRKI/AAAAAAAABrQ/E6nhzCPsFX4/s320/P1000177.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are a few concepts in Boston, one of which is "Chill Out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392483418764128994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXzGUiesuI/AAAAAAAABqw/39JcnD_q4ws/s320/P1000167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I have lots of time to take pictures of the menu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392483407937555778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXzFsNOTUI/AAAAAAAABqg/gwrXuFOwwpY/s320/P1000165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392483398888531938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXzFKfxJ-I/AAAAAAAABqY/CWUVVAdoemI/s320/P1000163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392483416292321218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXzGLVJ58I/AAAAAAAABqo/4P0o5e12t5k/s320/P1000166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And finally, this is what I ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392483425687382210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXzGuVHKMI/AAAAAAAABq4/c2v4iRj9UcM/s320/P1000173.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdaU60zUjI/AAAAAAAABsQ/oeMFQ2MySEs/s1600-h/P1000174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392878394234065458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdaU60zUjI/AAAAAAAABsQ/oeMFQ2MySEs/s320/P1000174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think I used up RM60 of vouchers. I took away another drink too. The food was quite nice but I did't find the food very fresh. It tasted like it is marinated for long enough to taste really very good! If you are craving taste more than freshness, this is the right place for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about eating another meal alone when Kim were so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enthusiastic&lt;/span&gt; to go. Therefore, We went to the Soho KL branch together with her husband. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392615678484163586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StZrY2ZALAI/AAAAAAAABrY/E_GZp8hlYT4/s320/P1000178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdY9QBUiOI/AAAAAAAABsI/sV2Q71afmxw/s1600-h/P1000185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392876888095230178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdY9QBUiOI/AAAAAAAABsI/sV2Q71afmxw/s320/P1000185.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love the restaurant! It's really a great place for dates. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdY7r0hoTI/AAAAAAAABro/R3hdQ3lW1PU/s1600-h/P1000202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392876861198016818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdY7r0hoTI/AAAAAAAABro/R3hdQ3lW1PU/s320/P1000202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StZrZfriNpI/AAAAAAAABrg/9rYWXmHcGxc/s1600-h/P1000180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392615689567745682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StZrZfriNpI/AAAAAAAABrg/9rYWXmHcGxc/s320/P1000180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392876881441988818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdY83PEINI/AAAAAAAABsA/vK0iPa4aQ6k/s320/P1000189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kim ordered burger set.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdY8NPLFxI/AAAAAAAABrw/xk_C4PvN1eg/s1600-h/P1000192.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdY8NPLFxI/AAAAAAAABrw/xk_C4PvN1eg/s1600-h/P1000192.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392876870168155922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdY8NPLFxI/AAAAAAAABrw/xk_C4PvN1eg/s320/P1000192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kim husband ordered steak set. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392876874371097474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdY8c5O44I/AAAAAAAABr4/8ROM1IMVWxU/s320/P1000191.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I ordered speggetti!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here are some pictures taken with our new cameras. We just got our new cameras a week before this dinner. Apparently, Kim's husband wanted to buy a camera too. Therefore, we went to the same shop and got the same model of camera. All photos below are using pin-hole mode. Kim likes it! Cheers Panasonic LX3!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXqoVfVdJI/AAAAAAAABqQ/G78G_C-qI6o/s1600-h/P1000204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392474107530278034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXqoVfVdJI/AAAAAAAABqQ/G78G_C-qI6o/s320/P1000204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXqn7spTjI/AAAAAAAABqI/fae_-JmFgdw/s1600-h/P1000206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392474100606783026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXqn7spTjI/AAAAAAAABqI/fae_-JmFgdw/s320/P1000206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXqnZwev9I/AAAAAAAABqA/QVNAuaD_3Ck/s1600-h/kim+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392474091496062930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXqnZwev9I/AAAAAAAABqA/QVNAuaD_3Ck/s320/kim+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXqmwTOsiI/AAAAAAAABp4/jIqSwxCHmok/s1600-h/kim+and+me+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392474080367522338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StXqmwTOsiI/AAAAAAAABp4/jIqSwxCHmok/s320/kim+and+me+2.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/4876995153289171150-3031392138433268187?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/3031392138433268187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=3031392138433268187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/3031392138433268187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/3031392138433268187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/10/boston-eating-pj-and-soho-kl.html' title='Boston Restaurant @ PJ and Soho KL'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/StdbIHBkm6I/AAAAAAAABsY/Oa7VE1o9laE/s72-c/P1000017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-4544869511189180797</id><published>2009-10-22T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:35:58.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does it happen?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I am in a long distance relationship during ancient time when communication was a barrier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am typing, I am thinking about Choo Lay Keng (Carol Choo). How is it like to be underground for 18 years? A lot of people think Carol is a lucky woman to have Andy Lau as her groom. That's the dream of million girls and Carol owns that dream. I guess most people are happy for Carol. She deserves a happy ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire Carol so much. She has the strong determination and trust that I do not have. How is it like to be living on her own all these years? I guess Andy Lau won't have enough time to be there for her every time she needs him. She won't be able to call him every now and then. All she can do is waiting for his call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 18 years, she can't go on a date with him. She can't go to the night market with him. She can't go for a movie with him. She can't go on a vacation with him. She cannot have a meal in public with him, needless to say holding hand in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will not be Carol. I want an ordinary relationship, so ordinary that no one bother even if we kiss in public. I want us to be able to share little things in our life. I want him to know what I am doing. I want us to do little things together. To be a little selfish, I want to be at the first priority in his list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream relationship does not have to meet everyday. But I guess a phone call a day to tell how much we miss each other sounds very sweet. If possible, spend some time during weekends. We can go for a movie in the Saturday afternoon, then have a few friends together for dinner. I guess having friends together is sweet. When you mix with other people, you will find that you and him share a lot of things in common than other people. Plus, you will have more topics to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning can be occupied with house chore or sports. It's family day and I guess we should spend this day with our family. It would be best to visit his house alternate Sunday to have dinner with his family. Then the other alternate Sunday for my family. Oh.. How I love family guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am dreaming way from reality. My family is so far away from me. The dream will only come true if I move back to Ipoh. Wait a minute, shall I do that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing clearly what I want but not being able to achieve it is frustrating. Love is about give and take. You will never know how love turns out until you're there. Who knows I am another Carol who is now secretly having an underground love with Lee Hom. *blinks blindly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been hearing news from you. I wonder why it still aches so much just thinking of you. Are you holding another girl at this moment? &lt;br /&gt;"Misses From Seoul - I miss you! And you know who you are. Can't seem to type anything in the body cos I'm logging in from my iPhone." &lt;br /&gt;Is this for me? I guess I have lost faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I still don't know how love happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-4544869511189180797?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/4544869511189180797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=4544869511189180797&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4544869511189180797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4544869511189180797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-does-it-happen.html' title='How does it happen?'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-5071618754209972772</id><published>2009-10-18T05:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T05:36:33.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est la Vie'/><title type='text'>Shall we have trust?</title><content type='html'>Trust is a basic emotion that we should have for people. However, to what extend can we trust a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 20+ years of being human, I find trusting another human being so hard. It's very hurtful that the person you trust let you down. At the end of the day, you just wished you haven't trusted anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my university days, I joined a community service program to a village. I brought something very important to me along with me. It was my first electronic dictionary. Those days, e-dictionaries cost RM1000+. It meant a lot to me as the it was the first ever possession that I used my own money to buy. I had been saving the ang pow money for years for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bus from MMU to the village. I put my e-dictionary in a transparent file together with some teaching materials. I was holding it all the time in the bus. While we reached, I forgot whether I was carrying other computers out the bus or went to the toilet. When I wanted to get back to the bus to get my dictionary, Yee Peng and Kok Thong stopped me. They said all our things had already been moved down the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked them whether they took my file which I put up the dashboard. They said that the bus was empty. They asked me to check my luggage on the floor. While I was checking my bags, the bus left. The file was no where to be found. As I told them my file was still in the bus, they did nothing. They thought I over reacted and said coolly that we could get the file later when we get back from the village to MMU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited patiently for the few days to pass. Finally, the bus arrived. I checked the dashboard above my seat, my file was no where to be found. I asked the bus driver but he said he hadn't seen it. Then, I checked the dashboard above the driver seat, The file was there! He lied! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into my transparent file, my heart sank. My e-dictionary was gone. I asked the driver where was the e-dictionary in the file. The driver claimed that another bus driver might have taken it. He gave me the name of the driver which I have now forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went back to MMU to look for the bus drivers. All claimed that they did not take it. I filed a lost item to the MMU management but was not being looked into. I had gone back and forth the management office for several times but still no news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought, I was so close to not losing it. If I insisted in getting in the bus to check rather than trusting both of them, will I get so much pain every now and then? I guess the pain is not because of losing things, it is the fact that you trust the wrong person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one console me while I cried back then. In fact, I guess maybe no one knows about this incident. Now only I knew that I was so tough back then. I didn't seek help from anyone and dealt with this all alone. I didn't want to make a big fuss out of it. I don't think my family members knew the details too, do you sisters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I thought back then? I thought, hopefully it was given to a bus driver who had kids. At least the kids would be able to learn from it. If they could put it to full use, I guess I helped out in their studies too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the trust part, I guess you should always leave room for accidents. Sometimes even we make mistakes ourselves, how can we demand more from others? I guess trust comes with a certain extend. If it is really important, it is better to do it ourselves. If you can't do it yourself, then I guess you can just trust with low expectations.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-5071618754209972772?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/5071618754209972772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=5071618754209972772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5071618754209972772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5071618754209972772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/10/shall-we-have-trust.html' title='Shall we have trust?'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-4782241607939418511</id><published>2009-10-12T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:16:42.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dining'/><title type='text'>Mate mate is married! *Steamboat dinner at Umami- Sunway*</title><content type='html'>Although mate mate assure me nothing will change, I guess I still cannot get used to the fact that my mate mate is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mate mate and I have always been friends. We are always very comfortable together. Once, I thought that she was a very ambitious woman. Despite the fact she scored straight As in SPM (10As?), she is still very humble. She always complained that she did not get straight A1s, and she always looks up to better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a charisma and I admire that so much. I see her being a manager in future. However, everything changed when FY appeared. She has become a family woman. She claimed that she is all the while a family woman. Well, I guess FY just happened to call her true self out her tough shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely congratulate you my mate mate. I am looking forward to your wedding dinner. I wish the both of you a happily ever after. I pray that our topics will not be sex and kids in the future. Please mate mate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my mate mate's registration day, I went dinner with her and her brand new husband. As always, my mate mate get to choose where she want to dine. She has all the ideas of good dining places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ss4J28tTV2I/AAAAAAAABpo/vrpS5olhIic/s1600-h/P1000888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390256643622786914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ss4J28tTV2I/AAAAAAAABpo/vrpS5olhIic/s320/P1000888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, mate mate has chosen to eat steamboat. We initially wanted to visit "Yuan" but was too crowded. So we went to this new shop nearby. Unlike "Yuan", this is an air-conditioned restaurant. They actually use hot plate to replace the stove. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoh2YFSVUI/AAAAAAAABpg/y-gBz4Idkiw/s1600-h/P1000884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389157122163496258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoh2YFSVUI/AAAAAAAABpg/y-gBz4Idkiw/s320/P1000884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;There are a lot of choice of food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoh2ApfzgI/AAAAAAAABpY/qYoH45KrX-o/s1600-h/P1000883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389157115872923138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoh2ApfzgI/AAAAAAAABpY/qYoH45KrX-o/s320/P1000883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and my favourite, "Sources"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoh1oJUvvI/AAAAAAAABpQ/j-9yHsyrrJ4/s1600-h/P1000882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389157109295529714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoh1oJUvvI/AAAAAAAABpQ/j-9yHsyrrJ4/s320/P1000882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Can you see the egg york filter at the top left corner? It is to make the "Sa Cha source" below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoh1QGn9EI/AAAAAAAABpI/-9827usbexw/s1600-h/P1000881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389157102841754690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoh1QGn9EI/AAAAAAAABpI/-9827usbexw/s320/P1000881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is the "Sa Cha" source (沙茶酱) that is put for display. Don't worry, they have instructions on how to make this source.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsoVOGDAekI/AAAAAAAABn4/Xyyn4cftINI/s1600-h/P1000845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389143235987798594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsoVOGDAekI/AAAAAAAABn4/Xyyn4cftINI/s320/P1000845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Every customer is given only one oyster. This is really fresh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsoVOqAOa7I/AAAAAAAABoA/KwgYptinyCg/s1600-h/P1000853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389143245639805874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsoVOqAOa7I/AAAAAAAABoA/KwgYptinyCg/s320/P1000853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Got scallop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsoVPAshAjI/AAAAAAAABoI/VqiV1lldABQ/s1600-h/P1000852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389143251731153458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsoVPAshAjI/AAAAAAAABoI/VqiV1lldABQ/s320/P1000852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Got BBQ Chicken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsoctPlsLKI/AAAAAAAABoY/QEKwu3KkENY/s1600-h/P1000855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389151467706526882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsoctPlsLKI/AAAAAAAABoY/QEKwu3KkENY/s320/P1000855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Eat more vegetables as it is good for health. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsocttyK-XI/AAAAAAAABog/27OSpbGWfFw/s1600-h/P1000862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389151475811940722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsocttyK-XI/AAAAAAAABog/27OSpbGWfFw/s320/P1000862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How can I not love ice cream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsoVPW9XEnI/AAAAAAAABoQ/tGbXT3bfyzM/s1600-h/P1000860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389143257707385458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsoVPW9XEnI/AAAAAAAABoQ/tGbXT3bfyzM/s320/P1000860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I had a good dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoh098DuJI/AAAAAAAABpA/xZyBKr7HqvQ/s1600-h/P1000879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389157097965598866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoh098DuJI/AAAAAAAABpA/xZyBKr7HqvQ/s320/P1000879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;After dinner, I had a look on mate's engagement ring. It is so pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssocu969crI/AAAAAAAABo4/wKOxPxSxiyo/s1600-h/P1000872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389151497323639474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssocu969crI/AAAAAAAABo4/wKOxPxSxiyo/s320/P1000872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Finally introducing my mate mate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssocufe6MwI/AAAAAAAABow/zruxJw_nkJE/s1600-h/P1000871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389151489152922370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssocufe6MwI/AAAAAAAABow/zruxJw_nkJE/s320/P1000871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Mate mate, you look great and I always love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoctw-vJQI/AAAAAAAABoo/0z2MjCde7N4/s1600-h/P1000864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389151476669949186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ssoctw-vJQI/AAAAAAAABoo/0z2MjCde7N4/s320/P1000864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Congratulations dear! ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-4782241607939418511?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/4782241607939418511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=4782241607939418511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4782241607939418511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4782241607939418511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/10/mate-mate-is-married-steamboat-dinner.html' title='Mate mate is married! *Steamboat dinner at Umami- Sunway*'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ss4J28tTV2I/AAAAAAAABpo/vrpS5olhIic/s72-c/P1000888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-8878487219220564976</id><published>2009-10-09T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:18:57.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est la Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dining'/><title type='text'>Get used to getting more!</title><content type='html'>The title itself is not something I will say. However, (&lt;i&gt;hmm.. this is becoming advertorial&lt;/i&gt;) thanks to CIMB bank, I am saying this after being bribed with free satay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened on a fine weekday evening. My friends and I were waiting for our chicken satay to be served. Then the waiter served extra 3 ABC with ice cream that we did not order. Therefore, we were arguing with the waiter that we did not order the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar Leng said, "Ini tak ada order!" However they insisted in putting them down. We were wondering why they insisted in putting them down. Then the waiter surprised us by saying "Semua free dah, dah bayar semua."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siapa?" Boon Keat pop out the question. "Ada orang la!" said the waiter. Well, we had different thoughts. Boon Keat thought someone stroke a lottery and "ring the bell". You know, "This round is on me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I came out with a scenario and a dream. I thought it's the birthday or a happy day for some rich Datuks. So he came to visit satay and decided to give everyone a treat! Yeah! At the same time, I dreamt that it is my secret admirer who paid our bills. (Aww... wake up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then these red shirt ladies pop up! "Surprise!" Oh... It's from CIMB Bank. I don't know what CIMB Prime is but I do know it kill my dream for my secret admirer. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free dinner is a courtesy from CIMB Prime. They filmed the whole process of us getting surprised. However, the video quality is not really good as they're using a Sony compact camera to film it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our video is uploaded to their &lt;a href="http://cimbprime.com.my/video_preview.php?v=83SxNTUBAA=="&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. Please help voting for us as they say we will stand a chance to win a grand prize. However, the "grand prize" is still yet to review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ss9QH9Qr_SI/AAAAAAAABpw/jXuapctSBRw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ss9QH9Qr_SI/AAAAAAAABpw/jXuapctSBRw/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390615376619633954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boon Keat, Kenny, Me, Kar Leng and husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on this&lt;a href="http://cimbprime.com.my/video_preview.php?v=83SxNTUBAA=="&gt; link&lt;/a&gt; to vote for us!! A thousand thanks to you who showed your support!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful to CIMB Prime! Getting a free dinner is not so easy nowadays. I am really happy that they picked us. I had a great night, a night with free dinner and fun and laughter with my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-8878487219220564976?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/8878487219220564976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=8878487219220564976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8878487219220564976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8878487219220564976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-used-to-getting-more.html' title='Get used to getting more!'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Ss9QH9Qr_SI/AAAAAAAABpw/jXuapctSBRw/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-4294275070103669540</id><published>2009-09-28T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:43:06.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dining'/><title type='text'>Xian Ding Wei - Sunway Pyramid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There is this very nice restaurant I went to the other day. I like Taiwanese food. Despite the food does not taste really Taiwanese to me, I thought the food there is reasonable and delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjSR5CrRpI/AAAAAAAABlU/hGEa-bR2dMU/s1600-h/P1000779.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384284559333082770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjSR5CrRpI/AAAAAAAABlU/hGEa-bR2dMU/s320/P1000779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;The location of the restaurant is really strategic. It is located just in front of Sunway Lagoon entrance. You can choose to sit indoor or outdoor with ceiling fan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285915894229890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTg2oDq4I/AAAAAAAABms/rjO4vvH6cgc/s320/P1000802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you see the Sunway Lagoon entrance from here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While I studied design during my first year in MMU, I learned that restaurant like to use hot colours as they arouse your senses. So if you have a look on the logo of the restaurants, it is usually hot colours. Some use red (eg. KFC, Dragon-i). Some used a combination of yellow and red.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsDXmGkOXYI/AAAAAAAABm8/LFnTPIRY9U4/s1600-h/redyellow.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SsDXmGkOXYI/AAAAAAAABm8/LFnTPIRY9U4/s320/redyellow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386542203932663170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the examples of red and yellow logos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess in a way, hot colours make you get hungry easily. Therefore I have a tip to getting thin, that is to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;avoid hot colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285595843965426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTOOWIMfI/AAAAAAAABmc/Cn9_sO91QG0/s320/P1000799.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, where have we gone? Back to the restaurant! It uses purple as the main colour. (Good choice of hot colour!) The shade of purple is just perfect for the restaurant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384284582806083842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjSTQfE2QI/AAAAAAAABls/DBS5nFoRB44/s320/P1000783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have a feeling I will get fat today!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTOOWIMfI/AAAAAAAABmc/Cn9_sO91QG0/s1600-h/P1000799.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTOOWIMfI/AAAAAAAABmc/Cn9_sO91QG0/s1600-h/P1000799.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384284569169644226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjSSdr5SsI/AAAAAAAABlc/E0i4LD0ZGnM/s320/P1000780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dear has ordered the "three cup" chicken set,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384284574853828242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjSSy3HDpI/AAAAAAAABlk/JvsMXv9nbD4/s320/P1000781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while I ordered the fish with tomato and egg source. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjST3q2A5I/AAAAAAAABl0/jo6JAJ6pSUI/s1600-h/P1000789.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384284593324426130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjST3q2A5I/AAAAAAAABl0/jo6JAJ6pSUI/s320/P1000789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here comes the "three cup" chicken! It is really yummy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTMU7q8vI/AAAAAAAABl8/P6ppQMcnqPQ/s1600-h/P1000793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285563252306674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTMU7q8vI/AAAAAAAABl8/P6ppQMcnqPQ/s320/P1000793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close look on the chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTNgWJ0XI/AAAAAAAABmU/ZIIkj_c-edI/s1600-h/P1000797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285583496040818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTNgWJ0XI/AAAAAAAABmU/ZIIkj_c-edI/s320/P1000797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a very nice potion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTM9vj5rI/AAAAAAAABmE/560t0L5HWqY/s1600-h/P1000794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285574207366834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTM9vj5rI/AAAAAAAABmE/560t0L5HWqY/s320/P1000794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this is the tomato fish set. It is not nice actually. Don't bother to order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTgUV85zI/AAAAAAAABmk/tjUbAw1Cy6I/s1600-h/P1000801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285906691483442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjTgUV85zI/AAAAAAAABmk/tjUbAw1Cy6I/s320/P1000801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, I think the soup was nice. I think I had a good meal ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rating:&lt;br /&gt;2Q (Quality and Quantity): 90 (1-100)&lt;br /&gt;M (Money): 2 (1-100) (1-RM10-20,2-RM20-40,3-RM40... per person)&lt;br /&gt;Percentage visiting again: 2Q/M*100: 45%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-4294275070103669540?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/4294275070103669540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=4294275070103669540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4294275070103669540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4294275070103669540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/09/xian-ding-wei-sunway-pyramid.html' title='Xian Ding Wei - Sunway Pyramid'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrjSR5CrRpI/AAAAAAAABlU/hGEa-bR2dMU/s72-c/P1000779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-8180723415805178821</id><published>2009-09-22T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:41:49.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est la Vie'/><title type='text'>A Little Surprise ^__^</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write this post some time ago. I thought it was really very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls like surprises I guess. However, I am in a minor group of not-so-into-surprises kind of girl. I always think surprises come with a price. In order to make the surprise happen, you will need to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time, a friend was looking forward to seeing her long distanced bf on her birthday. Her bf suddenly called the day before to tell her that he was not able to come. Then she cried and was sad for the whole day. Then on her birthday, her bf appeared as a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am too down to earth, my calculations told me that was not a surprise. Her bf basically made her sad for the entire day and then taking advantage of the sadness for the surprise to come. It looked more like playing her feelings to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, although I have a high defination on surprises, I still manage to have a little surprise. I didn't know surprises can be so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have promised him to watch "&lt;em&gt;Orphan&lt;/em&gt;". He loves horror movie! I never liked horror, I would have nightmares after watching. However, I insisted in watching it with him as it had been quite some time since we watched horror movie together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queuing into the cinema was like queuing for a roller coaster ride. While sitting in the cinema, I felt like I was on a roller coaster already, waiting it to go downhill. I looked at him nervously, "I guess I am going to sleep!" I murmered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon later, the movie started with a happy music. "Hmm... How come the music is not horrible?" "Maybe it's a new way how horror movie works nowadays. Happy in the beginning, later comes the horror part." I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw, "Sandra Bullock" on the screen. "Hmm... Sandra Bullock, she sounds familar. Does she stars in &lt;em&gt;Orphan&lt;/em&gt;? Oh, I didn't know that. I guess the movie's not that bad after all." I am really slow when it comes to surprises. I still thought we were watching "&lt;em&gt;Orphan&lt;/em&gt;" until I saw "&lt;em&gt;The Proposal&lt;/em&gt;" coming out from the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes! I looked at him with disbelief! He throw me a "you're stupid" look. "You didn't know Sandra Bullock stars in "The Proposal" meh?" He exhaled with a slight frustration. "Haha.. I forgot!" I said as I wrapped his left arm. I was a happy little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The proposal&lt;/em&gt; was fantastic. I am not sure whether it's because of the surprise, I enjoyed it very much! But still, I have to watch &lt;em&gt;Orphan&lt;/em&gt; with him soon because I said I would. *sob sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-8180723415805178821?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/8180723415805178821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=8180723415805178821&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8180723415805178821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8180723415805178821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-surprise.html' title='A Little Surprise ^__^'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-1493983592283550499</id><published>2009-09-20T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:16:38.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>My first blood donation</title><content type='html'>It is not the first time I wanted to donate blood. I remember going to FCM foyer (MMU blood donation hot spot) with a friend who was also a first timer. We're so excited as we had never did it before. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, to my disappointment, I was not eligible to. I didn't pass the test where they took my blood and put it in some blue liquid. My blood flooded, it is supposed to go down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I lost the will to donate. Then there are times when I was having my period, on medication, lacked of 6 hours sleep.... (and the excuses went on and on). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I was able to last week. It was pretty scary despite there was no pain at all. I guess I was not used to seeing my blood flow into a bag. I was quite fast, the nurse said. I finished the 300ml packet in less than 5 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quite alright the first day. However, I started to be nausea the day after. Then, my period hit me again at the right time. For the rest of the week, I feel like I am dreaming. I saw stars which I thought was pretty actually. I have broken a few things. I have gone to OneU when I actually wanted to go Kelana Jaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama said it will take about like one week to recover fully. Erm.. I guess tomorrow is the day! Yippie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrZD8TmJWLI/AAAAAAAABk8/8UifwHoI6aU/s1600-h/P1000716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrZD8TmJWLI/AAAAAAAABk8/8UifwHoI6aU/s320/P1000716.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383565107899488434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I laugh when I get nervous! @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrZD8jq0HOI/AAAAAAAABlE/xfoQCnTw5Ek/s1600-h/P1000724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrZD8jq0HOI/AAAAAAAABlE/xfoQCnTw5Ek/s320/P1000724.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383565112214035682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em.. I forgot to breathe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrZD8-MikjI/AAAAAAAABlM/9sNikHp407c/s1600-h/P1000729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrZD8-MikjI/AAAAAAAABlM/9sNikHp407c/s320/P1000729.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383565119334814258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG! *fainted*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I guess you will still see me in donation drives in future though. ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-1493983592283550499?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/1493983592283550499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=1493983592283550499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/1493983592283550499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/1493983592283550499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-blood-donation.html' title='My first blood donation'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SrZD8TmJWLI/AAAAAAAABk8/8UifwHoI6aU/s72-c/P1000716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-1304911815002944643</id><published>2009-09-14T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:08:52.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>饥饿 30 (Famine 30 Hours)</title><content type='html'>终于完成这篇长长的post，真的不好意思耽搁了那么久。很感恩可以平安的渡过那30个小时。要很感谢制作单位，谢谢给我鼓励的朋友们！也非常谢谢一起参加饥饿30的所有同仁。谢谢你们成就了这个有意义的活动！ ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;^_____^ 第一天 ^_____^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的小组营在Shah Alam。进营的时间是十二点。大概十点已经吃好了。我都没有吃很饱，因为怕很快会饿。准备好胃药的我，信心满满的进了营。本来以为有三支豆奶可以喝，谁知今年却没有豆奶（没有赞助商）。只有白开水喝，我当时也开始冒汗了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;总觉得上天很爱跟我开玩笑，没多久后，月事也随着报到。天啊，我没带经痛药呢！一波三折，我当时真的就想哭死了。 12点进营，大概六点就不行了。胃痛经痛已经傻傻分不清楚。我想上天可真爱我啊！也好吧，让我这个肥婆了解贫困女子的苦！我想应该很苦吧！身体又疼又累，又没有东西下肚子。*痛苦*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时其实还蛮想放弃回家。放弃是多么的简单的事。只要跟营长说：“我不行了，我要回家。” 立刻就可以回家休息，喝杯热腾腾的巧克力饮料，然后享用美味的晚餐。可是，贫困的人怎么办呢？当他们饿得差点昏倒时，他们都不能跟营长说放弃。对于他们，放弃就等于放弃自己的性命,我真的比他们幸运很多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大概八点左右，我终于趴在地上，向筹委求救了。（哈哈，很不堪一击吧！）我跟一位叫嘉芬的筹委要了一杯豆奶送药。因为今年没有提供饮料的关系，所以喝的豆奶是嘉芬自己的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“这豆奶上面有价格，我还给你吧！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“不用不用。。真的不用，你就喝吧！” 她真的很诚恳。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后我们又推来推去一下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“那好吧！我就跟你结缘咯！” 她还是微笑着。而我喝了杯免费的温馨豆奶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后的时间也不是那么难过。除了因肚子饿睡不着之外，我都觉得第一天还可以。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一天还蛮多活动的哦！照片时间咯。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380594557845720626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Squ2PiTLTjI/AAAAAAAABkw/ojUXR3UIrOs/s320/P1000327.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;为了确保营员的健康，筹委都为每个营员测体温。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378044431769084882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKm6qXdI9I/AAAAAAAABfo/OZUt_lsIuYI/s320/P1000345.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;恩，Jin Shinn 还蛮落力的哦！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378044420761718562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKm6BXGDyI/AAAAAAAABfg/mU7G0E7CWHI/s320/P1000330.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;认识了一些新朋友&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378044438683425794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKm7EH9nAI/AAAAAAAABfw/aCyd6p-fizk/s320/P1000354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;和旧朋友。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;还有时间自由拍照。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKm7TAbRPI/AAAAAAAABf4/6r2B3QpxuPA/s1600-h/P1000355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378044442678346994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKm7TAbRPI/AAAAAAAABf4/6r2B3QpxuPA/s320/P1000355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoot 1: 居然有人用水壶打电话经过！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378047342741706850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKpkGlaWGI/AAAAAAAABgI/cwoQGOWEMdI/s320/P1000357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shoot 2: 这张就太刻意了&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378047335154798274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKpjqUjTsI/AAAAAAAABgA/SoGn3xqQwEc/s320/P1000356.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shoot 3: 居然有人假装跌倒！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;（过后YP再也忍受不了的大打出手，终于停止了他们的破坏！）&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378047350506155314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKpkjgmbTI/AAAAAAAABgQ/l7wdsQH1iNE/s320/P1000358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shoot 4: 成功！！！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;其他组员：&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378047360873924162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKplKIeBkI/AAAAAAAABgY/rybGvUEJhm0/s320/P1000360.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;好厉害的四人叠！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;第一天也不是拍了很多照片，活动照片都可以从Facebook看到。另外，Teh JS（我们的专属摄影师）也放了很多照片上网。大家可以去他的Facebook观赏观赏。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;^_____^ 第二天 ^_____^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;第二天是真正难度的开始。早上起来刷牙时，就吐完肚子里的胃酸。（好恶心！！）大概也好吧，这样它就不会在肚子里伤害我的胃啦！因为吐胃酸时，伤了喉咙，喉咙又痛了！唉。。。（长叹）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喝了第二支豆奶后，就往Bukit Jalil体育馆出发了。往后的时间都在Stadium Putra 里面度过。在营里都没有冲凉。大概又是一个新体验吧！有些国家喝的水都不够了，那还负担得起“冲凉”这种高消费呢？所以感觉粘粘，肚子又空空的，浑身都很不舒服。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很幸运，我是坐在最前排的。所以拍照都非常方便。可以近距离看到偶像们，真的很幸福。但也已决定明年不会在前排了。这些机会，我想留给热情的青少年吧！感觉好像有点老了吧！一堆没冲凉又没吃东西的人挤在一起，是不是好像难民营啦？但张惠妹说我们是饥饿勇士哦！哈哈。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在拍照的时候，有位先生强行的挤了过来。本来在拍照的我，被他挤出可以看到张惠妹的视线。饿肚子的人大概脾气也臭了哦！我居然跟他吵架啦！哦，我好像有点反常！通常都不会骂不认识的人。但我居然骂他怎么挤进来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;骂完后，并没有很开心。其实心里很内疚，也很怕。然后，才发觉自己的脚在抖。情绪失控了吗？不是来这里做善事吗？不是来这里结善缘吗？怎么那么冲动呢？过后，我还是跟他道歉。我确实不该指责他的。我是想，不知道他会不会接受我的道歉。但还是得硬着头皮说。豁出去啦！我想参加饥饿30的都是好人，他也居然接受我的道歉。他也很可爱的说：“其实我也是想跟你道歉的。” 结局也太美满了。很开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后，才发觉体力被透支了。连站都有问题。可是现在也走不出去人群。因为倒数的时间大概只有10分钟，全部人都挤了到前面。胃又痛了，被挤得真的很辛苦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漫长的十分钟也有过去的时候。解脱了人群后，幸福的流泪。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378047367328885058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKpliLc6UI/AAAAAAAABgg/c92SWroGDAQ/s320/P1000364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;刚睡醒呢！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378049320057964482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKrXMqWB8I/AAAAAAAABgo/SnJ1fRjkWPs/s320/P1000369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;在室内拍照&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378049327760555650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKrXpWyPoI/AAAAAAAABgw/ViJmEfSBGog/s320/P1000374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;在室外拍照&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在Bukit Jalil体育馆外，我们玩四连拍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378049335614463842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKrYGnTX2I/AAAAAAAABg4/W6H4HQ8Cmeg/s320/P1000375.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Shoot 1: 一飞冲天！（成功！）&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378049343348045330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKrYjbIdhI/AAAAAAAABhA/4wbrwllBPbk/s320/P1000376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shoot 2: 猫？兔子？（不知道什么，但还是成功！）&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378049348635349442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKrY3HuUcI/AAAAAAAABhI/ggu6yMMlhKI/s320/P1000377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shoot 3: 我想吃东西！（成功！）&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKskxRF1FI/AAAAAAAABhQ/j3IqmW0QBQ4/s1600-h/P1000378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378050652734084178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKskxRF1FI/AAAAAAAABhQ/j3IqmW0QBQ4/s320/P1000378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shoot 4: 哈哈打笑！（成功！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;轮到YP了！ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378050665249545346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKslf5AnII/AAAAAAAABhY/PuMaYvhHCxU/s320/P1000379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shoot 1: 还没准备好。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378050672840068546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKsl8KuzcI/AAAAAAAABhg/pZBIBolrstA/s320/P1000380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shoot 2: 成功！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378050680888798866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKsmaJsrpI/AAAAAAAABho/5W7LIPBxNR8/s320/P1000381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shoot 3: Eh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378050689124105714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKsm41JffI/AAAAAAAABhw/DNG3AzO9ZyM/s320/P1000382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shoot 4: Eh...............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;过后，我们就排队进Stadium Bukit Jalil了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380586921823333570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SquvTD5kbMI/AAAAAAAABkY/oen540bBOo8/s320/P1000537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;我们又被测体温了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKxPN8hzvI/AAAAAAAABiI/EwLtBEqV7cE/s1600-h/P1000387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378055780033482482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKxPN8hzvI/AAAAAAAABiI/EwLtBEqV7cE/s320/P1000387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;排队入场的我们，&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKxO_mdoPI/AAAAAAAABiA/uQfUxmQa4gg/s1600-h/P1000385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378055776182837490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKxO_mdoPI/AAAAAAAABiA/uQfUxmQa4gg/s320/P1000385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;像 Transformers 吗？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378055788978308114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKxPvRJBBI/AAAAAAAABiQ/gWA1OsIV2OA/s320/P1000400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;幸福的我们，就坐在台前。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378769322350990514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqU6M2N_1LI/AAAAAAAABig/HA_WdyQsjrA/s320/P1000420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;现场好多人哦！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;也有好多艺人捧场！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378055796404920290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqKxQK7yH-I/AAAAAAAABiY/XCQNctsr22c/s320/P1000406.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;有Gary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378769350155836466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqU6OdzMHDI/AAAAAAAABjA/hYeyBQ8juTQ/s320/P1000440_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Suki！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378769345912978674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqU6ON_nPPI/AAAAAAAABi4/cFkuE__2Yso/s320/P1000429.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jacyln Victor！！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378769335345320706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqU6NmoFkwI/AAAAAAAABiw/J0FKJ2FOiss/s320/P1000426.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;菲比！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380581977729646162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SquqzRtxvlI/AAAAAAAABjQ/RwSelxPkFfA/s320/P1000470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;光良！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380581975781097874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SquqzKdNQZI/AAAAAAAABjI/QRkJEOaam9E/s320/P1000449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;李桀汉（好像改名字了呢！)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Squq0z8CUpI/AAAAAAAABjo/_pUNC09VU1s/s1600-h/P1000491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380582004096127634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Squq0z8CUpI/AAAAAAAABjo/_pUNC09VU1s/s320/P1000491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;罗亿诗！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SquspWwv3HI/AAAAAAAABj4/CQppK5k1JGA/s1600-h/P1000513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380584006308846706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SquspWwv3HI/AAAAAAAABj4/CQppK5k1JGA/s320/P1000513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;当然还有令大家疯狂的 Amei 张惠妹！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SquspJYZdkI/AAAAAAAABjw/ZNtEOCrxOTE/s1600-h/P1000504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380584002717054530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SquspJYZdkI/AAAAAAAABjw/ZNtEOCrxOTE/s320/P1000504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;此外，我们还有和艺人玩游戏。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Squq0aVAmOI/AAAAAAAABjg/JE7wtsswzsM/s1600-h/P1000483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380581997221550306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Squq0aVAmOI/AAAAAAAABjg/JE7wtsswzsM/s320/P1000483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;我们蓝队赢了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Squqz-Yv4-I/AAAAAAAABjY/L912chKoqiQ/s1600-h/P1000473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380581989721039842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Squqz-Yv4-I/AAAAAAAABjY/L912chKoqiQ/s320/P1000473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 还有二十四节铃鼓呢！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqU6NBjHSrI/AAAAAAAABio/IibQWWw4dWs/s1600-h/P1000423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378769325392349874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqU6NBjHSrI/AAAAAAAABio/IibQWWw4dWs/s320/P1000423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;下次不坐前排了，因为六小时坐地上很痛，看后面的人都没有很兴奋。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380584015560568930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Squsp5Oh8GI/AAAAAAAABkA/bJgPQ1jCnUA/s320/P1000523.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;日盼夜盼的倒数！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380586942912295762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SquvUSdkc1I/AAAAAAAABko/O5ozs-M7RMA/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;解饥时间！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqusqjjNsSI/AAAAAAAABkQ/aOqUV8s8rMQ/s1600-h/P1000528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380584026921611554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqusqjjNsSI/AAAAAAAABkQ/aOqUV8s8rMQ/s320/P1000528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;好勇敢的小妹妹，她才六年级！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqusqNEr5xI/AAAAAAAABkI/r00rqKRLQ3s/s1600-h/P1000527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380584020887987986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SqusqNEr5xI/AAAAAAAABkI/r00rqKRLQ3s/s320/P1000527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;我们都是饥饿勇士！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380586933441753634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SquvTvLnciI/AAAAAAAABkg/CD1SWoElvHg/s320/P1000533_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Yeah! 又完成了一项任务！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的很庆幸，自己只需要坚持30小时就能脱离痛苦。不知道贫苦的人们要坚持多就呢？坚持不下去而饿死的人又有多少人呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;^_____^ 完 ^_____^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-1304911815002944643?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/1304911815002944643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=1304911815002944643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/1304911815002944643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/1304911815002944643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/09/30-famine-30-hours.html' title='饥饿 30 (Famine 30 Hours)'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Squ2PiTLTjI/AAAAAAAABkw/ojUXR3UIrOs/s72-c/P1000327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-4797815762544998459</id><published>2009-08-26T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:58:18.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est la Vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>七夕的雨天</title><content type='html'>窗外正下着细雨，那是因为感叹牛郎跟织女的爱情吗？是天气的关系吗？心情也跟着灰灰的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好像好久都没有时间好好的坐在电脑面前。本来跟自己约好今天要把饥饿30的照片放上网。但现在却觉得懒洋洋，什么都不想做。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前总有花不完的时间，所以都会睡觉睡超过8小时，也常常都会拉人陪我看戏。总觉得马来西亚人都很幸福，看戏实在太便宜了！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前常常都会有人说我太浪费时间，应该多做有意义的事。所以，现在的我，忙了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忙，好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直都会有吃晚餐的习惯。今天的晚餐却只是眼前的这杯豆奶。但喝起来很甜，很好喝。这杯豆奶令我想起了饥饿30营，令我想起很多没有三餐温饱的小孩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前生日的时候，我都很贪心，誓要好好利用生日愿望。本来希望自己天天开心。但后来想如果家人不平安，我也不会开心。所以就希望合家平安开心。然后又想，如果我的朋友发生什么事，我也不会开心的。所以每年都索性愿个 “天下太平”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在想，天下太平，谈何容易呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以只有尽自己的力量，让这个世界更美好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;悦慈，加油咯！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-4797815762544998459?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/4797815762544998459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=4797815762544998459&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4797815762544998459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4797815762544998459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='七夕的雨天'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-5212977742977188691</id><published>2009-07-26T03:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:11:49.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Love is My Time</title><content type='html'>I felt like insomnia has hit me again. I was not able to sleep the whole yesterday night. I had stayed up until 8 to 9am in the morning. I am not sure whether it's the gastric, the tea, the heat of my room or just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is love?" I have been thinking about the same question over and over again these past few days. Am I really in love or I am just someone who pretend that I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love might not be anything in life. But without love, will there be any thing left for living this life. Can we really live for money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to love and to be loved is part of life. I guess everyone should go through the cycle of love. Every child is born with love, the love from its parent(s)*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about a complete family is based on the love of the parent(s)*. A child is very sensitive to the emotions of his parent(s)*. Therefore, if the parents are in fighting terms all the time, the child will be emotionally affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*Single parent might need to do the job of two. But it's not impossible. I am sure the child can still grow beautifully when the parent is always cheerful and content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't know much about love. But one thing I know about is that time is required to build love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself a lot of times what type of a husband I want. I guess I needed a husband that can spend time with me. I want a husband that can build a family with me. We should discuss what we want and work towards it. I hope we can learn how to become a better person then a better parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a husband that will set love as his first priority in life. Love shall be above money, sports or other activities. The most valuable thing you can give to your family is not money and status but TIME. You can use time to earn money, why not use some time to earn love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my children are content of being able to sit together for dinner every night with their family. I don't want them growing into kids that do not see their parents everyday but has the most advance robots at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a husband that is able to discuss things with me. I hate dictators who does not even know what is important enough to discuss. I hope we can enjoy the process of working things out and not the result of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can share our financial planning. I hope we can buy things together and give each other opinions. I want us to learn to have something together before having a child together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad that some guys don't like to accompany girls to go shopping. Some are just too busy. Even if some are not, some won't want to come with his girlfriend for some don't want her to blame him if she have gotten the wrong items she need. Who wants a MAN who dares not to take responsibility? How can he take the responsibility to lead a family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always alone. I guess not every one will have the chance to go through the whole human cycle. After all, getting married and making kids to keep human from extinction does not sound like what we have to do nowadays. I guess we are over populated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lucky generation! Haha... But anyway, I will still be waiting for my prince charming to rescue me one day! "Some day my prince will come, some day...... " *Day dreaming again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Took a sleeping pill before writing this post. No effect yet? *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-5212977742977188691?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/5212977742977188691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=5212977742977188691&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5212977742977188691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5212977742977188691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-love-is-my-time.html' title='My Love is My Time'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-6714331556416230245</id><published>2009-07-13T22:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:39:34.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>The price of running 10KM</title><content type='html'>After running the 10KM, I could barely move around. I injured my foot and I limped for two days. Hence, I skipped a yoga class and some badminton sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 weeks after the race, I had been eating a lot. I guess I lost 2 kg practicing for the race, and gained it straight back after it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the result shown on the Internet. I can't believe that this is so high tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SltC8iyZ8OI/AAAAAAAABe4/cRF1gb-9plc/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357949789585141986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SltC8iyZ8OI/AAAAAAAABe4/cRF1gb-9plc/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a microchip with each of the "label" we wore. Therefore, you couldn't really cheat your score. Everything was recorded down. They even had photographers throughout the event. See, the below is the photo taken by professionals. I guess I should not have worn red the other day. It was really too obvious from the white crowd. I have three photos focusing on us while some of my friends do not have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sls6-WcIcXI/AAAAAAAABeo/qczpO266tpY/s1600-h/KLMN0995.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357941024537211250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sls6-WcIcXI/AAAAAAAABeo/qczpO266tpY/s320/KLMN0995.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is me and Xavier running towards the finishing line. I think I looked funny, I feel like my running posture was not right. Do I look like I was jumping instead? Xavier just looked nice in every photo. *sob sob* &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get anything from the race. I was told that there is a certificate or a finisher medal. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, running is still so torturing, I hope that I can learn to enjoy it one day. Well, hopefully I can bring sports into my family's life too. I really hope my mother and my sisters can live a healthier life.  (Papa is pretty healthy!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*This post is dedicated to the cute little someone who always browse my blog with disappointment of no updates. Hopefully, this will light up your day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-6714331556416230245?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/6714331556416230245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=6714331556416230245&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/6714331556416230245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/6714331556416230245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/07/price-of-running-10km.html' title='The price of running 10KM'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SltC8iyZ8OI/AAAAAAAABe4/cRF1gb-9plc/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-4500844976979713529</id><published>2009-06-28T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:17:21.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>10KM KL Marathon!</title><content type='html'>It is already the end of June when I realized that I have not blogged anything in this month. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I finished a 10KM marathon. I thought I wanted to give up. After the first 3KM, my stomach began giving up a lot of gastric juice. I felt pain and kept complaining. When Xavier, my coach, suggested whether I needed someone to send me back to the starting point, I rejected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then I asked myself, if everyone else can do it, why can't I do it? When I looked behind me, there were still so many people. I thought, if everyone else have out-run me, I will give up. And I guess thanks to Xavier, I didn't have the chance to hit the bottom. He was indeed very aggressive. He kept on pushing me towards the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess a strong mindset is indeed very important. I read a lot of running guides before the run. However, I didn't really practice running before so. I managed to finish the marathon in 1 hour and 42 mins. Jin Shinn said looking at the duration, he can tell that I walked more than I ran. It was indeed true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just so grateful that I finished it. A really very big thank you to Xavier who constantly drag me to sports. Thank God for answering to my prayers. Thanks to iSuffle and the singers who kept me motivated throughout the run. Thanks to all who gave me support. I am indeed very glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am joining the Adidas "King of Road" on 2nd August. According to JS, there is a qualifying time of 1 hour 20 mins. Okay, let's do some maths. That would be running 7.5KM per hour. While I am running 6KM per hour. So every KM I have to run 2.2 minutes faster? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I can do it! Oh.. But first, let me recover from muscle pain and leg injury first. *sob sob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-4500844976979713529?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/4500844976979713529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=4500844976979713529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4500844976979713529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4500844976979713529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/06/10km-kl-marathon.html' title='10KM KL Marathon!'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-702771680881741873</id><published>2009-05-26T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:23:00.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hey Greedy, Don't Fret!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;One day, I was combing my hair like usual. However, something not very usual happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found that my comb was filled with hair. Not just a few tens of them. I am talking about roughly hundreds of dropped hair. As I looked at them, I got terrified. How could I lose so much hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I freaked out, I was wondering why. I thought,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Was it because the antibiotics I had?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I thought, "Was it because I have done something to my hair lately?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Was it because I was exposed to the sun too much?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I looked into the mirror, I saw a girl with beautiful hair. I still had the straight and volumed hair I love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I felt so stupid worrying over something I should not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A lot of times, we keep thinking about the things we lost. We wonder how we lost them. We think about the times we had them. We think about the possibilities they are still around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Human tend to be greedy. They still think of what they lost because they wanted more. What is gone is gone. When you are fretting over things you already lost, why not look at things you have? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You lose precious time while you're fretting, missing things you have in your life. When you realize what you have missed, you would probably think that you were being so foolish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Don't fret over things you lost, cherish those that is still with you.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-702771680881741873?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/702771680881741873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=702771680881741873&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/702771680881741873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/702771680881741873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-greedy-dont-fret.html' title='Hey Greedy, Don&apos;t Fret!'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-8289131881332213910</id><published>2009-05-25T12:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:06:53.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Timberland - Apologize</title><content type='html'>I first listened to this song in the radio I guess. I like the rhythm very much. It is a song that captivated me. Please enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBzZwh3BG0g&amp;amp;hl=" width="448" height="272" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apologize - Timberland&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on your rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hearing what you say&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me&lt;br /&gt;Then you go and cut me down&lt;br /&gt;But wait...&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd turn around and say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat&lt;br /&gt;(But that's nothing new)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue&lt;br /&gt;And you say&lt;br /&gt;Sorry like the Angel Heaven let me think was you,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Woahooo woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, a yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on your rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-8289131881332213910?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/8289131881332213910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=8289131881332213910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8289131881332213910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8289131881332213910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/05/timberland-apologize.html' title='Timberland - Apologize'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-4890659723867499584</id><published>2009-05-22T11:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:01:28.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>Art of Communication 沟通方式</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;两天前，学了些东西，想与大家分享。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们说在沟通时可以看到三种人。那是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;上等人，中等人或下等人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;下等人沟通时，讲的都是是非。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中等人说的是事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而上等人转达的是思维，思想。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是哪一种人呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;It is said that human can be categorised into three groups. There are high class, middle class and low class people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We differentiate people from the way they communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Low class people gossip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Middle class people talk and discuss about things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High class people exchange thoughts and wisdom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which type of person are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-4890659723867499584?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/4890659723867499584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=4890659723867499584&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4890659723867499584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4890659723867499584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/05/communication.html' title='Art of Communication 沟通方式'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-687398156863063145</id><published>2009-05-20T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:55:36.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est la Vie'/><title type='text'>Third Parties</title><content type='html'>我从来都不明白第三者是怎么想的....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understand the thoughts of a third party. They have always appeared so confident. They always think they are the center of attraction. They think everyone, including people who already have a girlfriend/boyfriend, are head over heals in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, it appears to me that they are those people who do not have self-confidence at all. I don't know whether to hate them or to pity them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hate a third party in a relationship? Well, they happened to have the same lines. I have at least heard three third parties saying this, "It's not my fault that she chose me over him," or worst, "It's not my fault if she can't take care of his own boyfriend." Well, some even don't admit saying that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this modern world, do we still hate third party so much? I mean it's a competitive world. We compete among each other to get what we want. We compete with other candidates for a job. We compete with our colleagues to get promoted. And yet, can competition be applied in relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you compete with one and other to win the guy of your dreams? Is it something like shown on TV, "The Bachelor"? How well can you accept being picked or chosen like roses in the market?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is supposed to be sacred. Love does not come easily. It's already hard to find the one and only person you like and adore. To make things even harder, the condition of love is that, he/she has to love you too. I always hear the saying that the one you marry might not be the one you love, how true is that again? Shall we settle for what is best we can get? Where is the love of our life then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, a guy who had been in a relationship with a girl for 2 years, asked me to be his gf. I told him, if he was really serious with me, he did not have to tell me that he had a gf. He could have settled his problem with his gf first before even consider courting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a few days, he assured that he would break up with his gf. I knew he was serious. I guess I don't have the third party gene. Instead of feeling flattered, I felt really guilty and sorry. I sat down with the guy and asked him one question, "Are you willing to give up your two years relationship for a person you barely know? Think about the good times you had with your gf. Two years is not easy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks later, he thanked me. He told me that what I said was true. He was happy to find love again with his gf. I was so glad for them. In fact, it still send a smile on my face even until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thought, I had never interfere in any other people's relationship. How do I always get people to interfere in mine? There is a choice whether you want to be a third party. But if you do choose to be one, then be prepared to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how could anyone have the heart to hurt other people. What were they even thinking while they took the courage to interfere. Have they not think of happily ever after? Do they think they deserve a happy ending? If they really want the relationship, they should let the person they love settle his/her own love issue first. Can't they wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they don't interfere for love, they interfere for fun, for attention. They like people to worship them or maybe they just enjoy winning. Maybe there is no right and wrong in relationships, but there is surely good and bad. Why do I hate third parties? Because to me, they are not good people. They have chosen to hurt other people, maybe including themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I think that people who invite third parties are also bad people? Hahahha.. I will write more in my next post entitled "People who invite third parties". I guess I will delay the post. My headache is getting worst. Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This post is drafted since 4th May 2009.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-687398156863063145?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/687398156863063145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=687398156863063145&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/687398156863063145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/687398156863063145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/05/third-parties.html' title='Third Parties'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-1700620108774432817</id><published>2009-05-18T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:42:09.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Things-breaker No More!</title><content type='html'>There was a time in school that we need to write an autobiography of an object. I thought, if things that belongs to me had a life, they'll be pretty miserable. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never change my phone because I want more phone function or more style. I only change it because I have to. Yes, I am a phone breaker. I can always drop my phone on the floor. Lucky for my phone to survive for two years. It is so amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my other things are not so lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sg1-4MNsyVI/AAAAAAAABck/sYBE0RVk2WA/s1600-h/P1000582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336060637320366418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sg1-4MNsyVI/AAAAAAAABck/sYBE0RVk2WA/s320/P1000582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my bottle of essence from Clara International. I have just used it for two times before I knocked it of the floor. Of course, I don't mind the money cost, it's the cleaning-the-floor part that hurts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sg1-4Ed3ydI/AAAAAAAABcc/p2PrgUX7h48/s1600-h/P1000578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336060635240712658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sg1-4Ed3ydI/AAAAAAAABcc/p2PrgUX7h48/s320/P1000578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is my camera Pinky. I have names for assets that cost more than RM700. Well, I have dropped Pinky for a few times. She survived the first few drops but not this time. I don't think I am going to send her to the hospital again any time soon. I am so sorry Pinky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always thought it's a bless that I don't get sad whenever my things are broken or missing. Whenever I break something, I will go "Ohh... " then that will be it. I won't feel the guilt or the pain to pay the damage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, I don't like to borrow things from other people. I will need to take care of other people's stuff more than my own. Indeed, that is quite a pressure to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After losing Pinky and nearly losing my mobile phone, I have decided to put more care on things I own. I understand that money don't come easily From now on, I vow to maintain the maximum life span of things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to start things with, I decided to use a cover for my mobile phone. Ai sigh... It is indeed very troublesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sg1-32V51PI/AAAAAAAABcU/X-FnTJXPRfY/s1600-h/IMG_8113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336060631449195762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sg1-32V51PI/AAAAAAAABcU/X-FnTJXPRfY/s320/IMG_8113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully it will survive another year. Poor handphone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-1700620108774432817?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/1700620108774432817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=1700620108774432817&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/1700620108774432817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/1700620108774432817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-good-care-of-your-belongings.html' title='Things-breaker No More!'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/Sg1-4MNsyVI/AAAAAAAABck/sYBE0RVk2WA/s72-c/P1000582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-2156152045787367704</id><published>2009-05-13T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:10:48.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>神木与瞳 - 草戒指</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;最近常都会听到“爱不爱都痛。。”。原因是在公司里，不知哪位仁兄的来电铃声放了这首歌。所以常常都会“爱不爱都痛”，通常就只听到这句。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;在好奇的驱使下，找了这首歌。原来是神木与瞳唱的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;说起神木与瞳，我最喜欢“为你而活”。我以为他们不会再有比这首更好听的歌了。没想到，这首歌真的还不错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;神木与瞳 - 草戒指&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;★ 卜超 制作&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;再见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;说在额头原来泪也会痛&lt;br /&gt;倒流心中怎黱麻醉也没用&lt;br /&gt;深呼吸一分钟爱突然的词穷&lt;br /&gt;你狠狠甩开我沉默的手彷佛就剧终&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;草戒指&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;在手中像句点的沉默&lt;br /&gt;woo..明天以后爱变成了问候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱不爱都痛我以为我懂&lt;br /&gt;最后你要自由&lt;br /&gt;woo..忘了温柔要套在手中&lt;br /&gt;到最后该不该回头&lt;br /&gt;如果我开口爱继续往前走&lt;br /&gt;woo..幸福听著分开的藉口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再见说在额头原来泪也会痛&lt;br /&gt;倒流心中怎黱麻醉也没用&lt;br /&gt;深呼吸一分钟爱突然的词穷&lt;br /&gt;你狠狠甩开我沉默的手彷佛就剧终&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;草戒指&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;在手中像句点的沉默&lt;br /&gt;woo..明天以后爱变成了问候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱不爱都痛我以为我懂&lt;br /&gt;最后你要自由&lt;br /&gt;woo..忘了温柔要套在手中&lt;br /&gt;到最后该不该回头&lt;br /&gt;如果我开口爱继续往前走&lt;br /&gt;woo..幸福听著分开的藉口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱不爱都痛我以为我懂&lt;br /&gt;最后你要自由&lt;br /&gt;woo..忘了温柔要套在手中&lt;br /&gt;到最后该不该回头&lt;br /&gt;如果我开口爱继续往前走&lt;br /&gt;woo..幸福听著分开的藉口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;草戒指&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;套在谁手中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;注：请点击&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnmp3.com/mp3/cigj.shtml"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;这里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;聆听歌曲。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-2156152045787367704?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/2156152045787367704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=2156152045787367704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2156152045787367704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2156152045787367704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='神木与瞳 - 草戒指'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-92350575086516526</id><published>2009-05-05T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:46:21.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Care'/><title type='text'>Ampoules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been weeks since I started craving for facial care products. I was looking at Jorein mask when I came across &lt;a href="http://fairyhealthy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharon's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I COD (cash on delivery) with her some time ago during March. I bought some of the Jorein masks from her and she is really a very friendly girl. And she has really very nice skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is indeed too generous to give me a free ampoules to try out. Ampoules has more concentrated essence than mask. Of course, the price is slightly higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfSZDjK_mbI/AAAAAAAABa8/Xje0a5gRACQ/s1600-h/IMG_7719.jpg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329052545346148786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfSZDjK_mbI/AAAAAAAABa8/Xje0a5gRACQ/s320/IMG_7719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above is the gold ampoules I received. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have imsomnia for more than one month. However, I am still proud to say that my face does not really show it. I have used a lot of masks and I finished this bottle of gold ampoules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After applying the ampoules, my skin immediately feel softer. I hadn't finished it in one application, I used it for a few days. Now when I wash my face, I can feel the difference. My skin feels a bit softer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always believe in cause and effect. If you are a diligent using beauty care products, you can't have bad skin. There is no such thing as born within. (Hmm.. thinking about my mother..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a recent photo with me, so I include some of my photos taken early this year. I don't have fabulous skin but I started taking care of my skin since I started working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SgBU1E5xQ3I/AAAAAAAABbc/w1yys6giCdc/s1600-h/P1010354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SgBU1E5xQ3I/AAAAAAAABbc/w1yys6giCdc/s320/P1010354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332355229632512882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is taken during Chinese New Year gathering. (Look horrible without make up?) My eyelashes are very neat and hence give an illusion that I have applied eye liner. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SgBU0x_eafI/AAAAAAAABbU/D5VSNL4GIh4/s1600-h/IMG_7857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SgBU0x_eafI/AAAAAAAABbU/D5VSNL4GIh4/s320/IMG_7857.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332355224556169714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken in Sunway Pyramid while shopping with LY. This should be somewhere around end of March. (No make up. Erm.. can see dark circles?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SgBU0-DZg3I/AAAAAAAABbM/TU9HB8RIt48/s1600-h/IMG_2432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SgBU0-DZg3I/AAAAAAAABbM/TU9HB8RIt48/s320/IMG_2432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332355227793851250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With LP during our Karaoke session in K-Box during CNY. (Applied light foundation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SgBU0XRn6SI/AAAAAAAABbE/DDLXkAM1bm4/s1600-h/DSC00940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SgBU0XRn6SI/AAAAAAAABbE/DDLXkAM1bm4/s320/DSC00940.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332355217384532258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Sally riding tut tut in Phuket. (Applied light foundation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the story tells us that we should at least apply some light foundation before going out. Oh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-92350575086516526?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/92350575086516526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=92350575086516526&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/92350575086516526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/92350575086516526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/05/ampoules.html' title='Ampoules'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfSZDjK_mbI/AAAAAAAABa8/Xje0a5gRACQ/s72-c/IMG_7719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-9180176619069167683</id><published>2009-05-04T01:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:09:45.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>Everything...</title><content type='html'>人在上了年纪的时候，感情都会变得很复杂。现在看到的事和物都让我很害怕，难道现实生活就是这样吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;专一的爱情变成了一种奢求；童话般的爱情是一种奢望。现实生活中大概就只有包容跟谅解。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还好，我还有很强的信念。在这孤独的世界里，一定还有人相信真爱的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨晚，力宏来马开唱。虽然没有捧场，但却好希望能在现场听他唱歌，现场感觉他的音乐。对我来说，音乐总是能令人感动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近都在听他的一首歌。这首歌总是能缓和我的思绪，因为我还是那么的相信。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲：王力宏 词：王力宏 小寒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事里的 起承转合 有一些忘记&lt;br /&gt;做了多少错误的选择&lt;br /&gt;原来波折 才暗示着 该走的方向&lt;br /&gt;指引你我来到这一刻 　　&lt;br /&gt;就算别人都说&lt;br /&gt;我们没什么出息&lt;br /&gt;不可能会这样轻易放弃 　　&lt;br /&gt;Cause You're My Everything&lt;br /&gt;就一个原因&lt;br /&gt;让我勇敢面对这个世界&lt;br /&gt;想给你 Everything&lt;br /&gt;不管用多少个明天&lt;br /&gt;永远从此刻开始算起&lt;br /&gt;你的爱是我的 Everything 　　&lt;br /&gt;遥远天际 巧合相遇 有多少几率&lt;br /&gt;多少烟火 坠落无痕迹&lt;br /&gt;因为幸福 没有捷径 难免要绕道&lt;br /&gt;不被看好总是要走到 　　&lt;br /&gt;就算别人都说&lt;br /&gt;我们没什么出息&lt;br /&gt;不可能会这样轻易放弃 　　&lt;br /&gt;你就是 Everything&lt;br /&gt;就这个原因&lt;br /&gt;让我勇敢面对这个世界&lt;br /&gt;想给你 Everything&lt;br /&gt;只要你说一声愿意&lt;br /&gt;所有的未来才有意义&lt;br /&gt;你的爱是我的 Everything 　　&lt;br /&gt;Cause You're My Everything&lt;br /&gt;就一个原因&lt;br /&gt;让我勇敢面对这个世界&lt;br /&gt;想给你 Everything&lt;br /&gt;不管用多少个明天&lt;br /&gt;永远从此刻开始算起 　　&lt;br /&gt;你就是 Everything&lt;br /&gt;就如这个原因&lt;br /&gt;我会永远记住这种感觉&lt;br /&gt;想给你 Everything&lt;br /&gt;只要你说一声愿意&lt;br /&gt;所有的未来才有意义&lt;br /&gt;你的爱是我的 Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的爱是我的Everything，还有人相信吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-9180176619069167683?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/9180176619069167683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=9180176619069167683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/9180176619069167683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/9180176619069167683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything.html' title='Everything...'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-2760085278534009477</id><published>2009-05-03T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:43:47.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>*Happy* Labour Day</title><content type='html'>It was labour day! Well, 2 days ago. Most of the people were not working. They had either gone for a vacation overseas or gone back hometown for a full rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to work on labour day. It's better to work as much as I can at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about 8.30AM in the morning when I started my journey to work. I was listening to My FM as usual. All this while I don't have a CD player in my car. I want to make myself listen to the radio station for news and information, and of course to expose myself to new songs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this cue to call to win a RM150 food voucher. Then I thought to myself. I guess not a lot of people will wake up so early on labour day. I decided to try my luck by calling the hotline. After a few dials, I got the waiting tone. I always get through actually, just that the DJs don't pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I didn't hear the waiting tone. The phone showed that someone picked up. I was wondering why didn't I hear anything. I began saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello hello!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, I thought I heard a guy's voice (It's either Lam Tak Weng or Nicholas). He asked me for my name and the answer to the question. But the line was really very bad. I could barely hear what he said. However, he seemed to be able to hear everything I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me whether I was driving, I agreed. Then he also asked me whether I was using handsfree. Well, I sort of lied and said yes. Then I suggested that I stopped the car to talk to him. He did sound a little impatient. Haha... I really pity him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After jotting down all my details, he told me that we'd be on air soon and I have to do an introduction. That was easy. You would have to go like, "My FM, I am Jane, I want to take part in XXX contest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on air, there were times I could not hear them (Lam Tak Weng and Nicholas). But they're quick, they shouted and joked that they had to talk really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I didn't say anything wrong. I did a wild guess on the time he asked for the answer. Then I heard them cheering, I knew I got the answer right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging up, I turned the radio on. It was still playing songs. I knew there was a delay. As the radio aired my victory, I recorded my conversation with the DJs. Then only I found the missing pieces of the conversations. I seriously didn't hear them wishing me "Happy Labour Day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder I can convert an .amr file to a file format that I can share here. It was such an experience on labour day and it really lightened up my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-2760085278534009477?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/2760085278534009477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=2760085278534009477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2760085278534009477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2760085278534009477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-labour-day.html' title='*Happy* Labour Day'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-5763795738308899558</id><published>2009-04-26T01:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:01:40.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The Reality 真实</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I went to Amei's (张惠妹) concert during March. It was such a nice show. I knew she is a talented singer, but I didn't expect she was so good with the audience. She is indeed a star! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There was one particular song that I love very much. It captivated me deeply. I was holding his hands when she sang it, tears started flowing down. It guess it was really very touching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;真实&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;词:徐世珍 曲:won, tae yeon cho kyuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;你说的话在我心中生了根&lt;br /&gt;爱得很深所以心很疼&lt;br /&gt;记忆在我的心中翻滚&lt;br /&gt;是不是每一个人都像我一样笨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;只怕再问对彼此都太残忍&lt;br /&gt;我能感觉另外一个人&lt;br /&gt;我等等笑容换成泪痕&lt;br /&gt;爱在崩溃的时候比较真&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;太多疑问知道答案又如何&lt;br /&gt;原来容忍不需要天份&lt;br /&gt;只要爱错一个人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;心痛比快乐更真实&lt;br /&gt;爱为何这样的讽刺&lt;br /&gt;我忘了这是第几次&lt;br /&gt;一见你就无法坚持&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;孤独比拥抱更真实&lt;br /&gt;爱让人失去了理智&lt;br /&gt;会不会是我太自私&lt;br /&gt;拒绝更寂寞的日子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;放不开也看不见未来&lt;br /&gt;难道这种不完美&lt;br /&gt;才是爱情真实的样子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How I translate it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything you say is rooted in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart aches for your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our memories are always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I the only person being foolish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It would only be cruel if I still ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I can feel the other person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My laughter has been replaced by tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love feels so strong when it is at the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are too many doubts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And knowing the answers doesn't help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't need talent to be patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll eventually learn when you love the wrong person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heartache feels more rigid than happiness&lt;br /&gt;Why is love so sarcastic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have lost count of the times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I failed to persist when I meet your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loniness feels more real than hugs&lt;br /&gt;Love blinds my sanity&lt;br /&gt;Is it because that I am too selfish&lt;br /&gt;to reject lonelier days without you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't let go nor I can see the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps these imperfections&lt;br /&gt;are the true form of love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh... I think the lyrics are just perfect, though I might have not translated it correctly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lastly, here are some pictures of the concert:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNEwOucLuI/AAAAAAAABaE/pw6Cfea2kVg/s1600-h/IMG_7675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNEwOucLuI/AAAAAAAABaE/pw6Cfea2kVg/s320/IMG_7675.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328678379486719714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was taken when Amei did her first song. Although we were at the furthest tier away, it was still awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNEwScBf_I/AAAAAAAABaM/Xn1LS71ai90/s1600-h/IMG_7678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNEwScBf_I/AAAAAAAABaM/Xn1LS71ai90/s320/IMG_7678.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328678380483215346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess this was the closest we could get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNEwa9L1wI/AAAAAAAABaU/85rdjvEdWQs/s1600-h/IMG_7695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNEwa9L1wI/AAAAAAAABaU/85rdjvEdWQs/s320/IMG_7695.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328678382769788674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken during the closing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNEwoWCxhI/AAAAAAAABac/eod_nKaM97w/s1600-h/IMG_7697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNEwoWCxhI/AAAAAAAABac/eod_nKaM97w/s320/IMG_7697.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328678386363713042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess everyone enjoyed it till the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNEwrHEsRI/AAAAAAAABak/Rpc3zXh1zPg/s1600-h/IMG_7705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNEwrHEsRI/AAAAAAAABak/Rpc3zXh1zPg/s320/IMG_7705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328678387106230546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't know the stadium lights were so strong. It felt like it's day time suddenly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNFAhYxcTI/AAAAAAAABas/n1NNdkJ2IAE/s1600-h/IMG_7704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNFAhYxcTI/AAAAAAAABas/n1NNdkJ2IAE/s320/IMG_7704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328678659374018866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last photo taken together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-5763795738308899558?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/5763795738308899558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=5763795738308899558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5763795738308899558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5763795738308899558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/04/reality.html' title='The Reality 真实'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SfNEwOucLuI/AAAAAAAABaE/pw6Cfea2kVg/s72-c/IMG_7675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-5805518353955868293</id><published>2009-04-14T12:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T04:40:26.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dates...</title><content type='html'>I want to date you again,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after a long long time,&lt;br /&gt;if the memories ever go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day we had our perfect date.&lt;br /&gt;You were waiting outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;I was slow but you waited patiently.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I wore my lucky heels.&lt;br /&gt;You opened the car door for me&lt;br /&gt;and you complimented on how I look.&lt;br /&gt;I was clumsy with my new heels.&lt;br /&gt;You held your hand for me.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a perfect night.&lt;br /&gt;And the stars filled my sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars did not stay where they were,&lt;br /&gt;and started to fall.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a nice calender day to remember.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could have another perfect date.&lt;br /&gt;I dressed up nicely&lt;br /&gt;and wore my lucky heels again.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing was the same.&lt;br /&gt;No one opened my door,&lt;br /&gt;no one complimented how I look.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe no one saw how I dressed.&lt;br /&gt;You got mad over my being late.&lt;br /&gt;As things got rough,&lt;br /&gt;you sent me home without having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was home,&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;Finally,&lt;br /&gt;I called&lt;br /&gt;but just to find that you have already eaten.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling extremely disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;I eased my stomach with instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess from then,&lt;br /&gt;I have then lost the will to dress up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;I lost the will to look pretty in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;And it shouldn't be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I know,&lt;br /&gt;I can never date you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-5805518353955868293?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/5805518353955868293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=5805518353955868293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5805518353955868293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5805518353955868293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-date-you.html' title='Dates...'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-4894095548933054690</id><published>2009-04-06T03:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:59:18.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est la Vie'/><title type='text'>RM80 to gamble on "You're not lying"</title><content type='html'>I don't feel right. It has been eight and a half hours since the incident took place, but it still doesn't wave off from my head.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been conned. A total of RM80 to be precise. I am still not able to stand back on my feet. I don't know whether I should call someone to talk about it. But it's 2.30am in the morning. And there is no one here to hear my story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tried sleeping but whenever I think of the two, I thought innocent, women, I was not even able to close my eyes. How can human be like this? How can human open their eyes and lie to you like she is telling the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is not them that I am afraid of. Maybe the fact that make me so scared is what human is capable of. I don't want to go further into the conversation on how I was being conned. It was shameful that a grown up like me can't even differentiate whether a person is lying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story took placed almost 9 hours ago. I was walking alone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid when two women came to me and claimed that they had lost all their money from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;. They were there to meet a friend to borrow money but apparently the friend had flied to Singapore and would only be back the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She of course said a lot of things to make me believe that she was really having this crisis. She said she needed a cab to the city. I gave her RM30. It was more than enough to get anywhere, I guess. Then she insisted that she need more to go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; and that she haven't even eaten yet. She said she would surely return my money and she was not asking for sympathy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically, I gave her RM30 but she insisted in returning to me the next day. Then she asked whether I can borrow her more. I was giving a lot of excuses but in the end, SHE WON! She took another RM50 from me. Even used her HP to miss call me so that she couldn't run away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She swore she will return the money back to me tomorrow when her friend is here. However, I know, she will not appear tomorrow. I am struggling. All the details of the conversation keep flowing back into my head. Is what she was telling true? What if it's not? Can I find any clue in the conversation to tell me that she's lying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it is a lie, I can tell you that the lie was perfect to a first time listener. However, the flaws of a potential lie have been hunting me. I keep telling myself. It's just RM80. It will probably be gone for watching another concert. I keep on calming myself. If compared to being robbed, what I experienced is so minor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still don't feel calm. I still cannot swing off the thought of having so many liars around us. I may be lucky. For I might have just given RM80 to buy what she said was true. Some other people might have given their whole life just to buy an everlasting vow that gain no return. It made me realize that, we are all risk takers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully after writing so much, I will be able to sleep a bit. I guess I will give more details on the conversation after confirming she is a liar. However, I sort of confirmed that she is. Should I be hoping they will call me to return money to me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahahahha&lt;/span&gt;... We'll see in another 8 hours time. I guess we can only hope the best out of a human. Good night everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-4894095548933054690?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/4894095548933054690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=4894095548933054690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4894095548933054690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4894095548933054690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/04/rm80-to-gamble-on-youre-not-lying.html' title='RM80 to gamble on &quot;You&apos;re not lying&quot;'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-3883315633426528581</id><published>2009-04-03T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:03:31.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies and Books'/><title type='text'>Twilight up and down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was December 2008 when I started reading &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. It was my year end present from someone special. It was indeed a very busy month to start reading. I didn't have much time for it. Therefore, I only read during time intervals. Sometime I do a 5 minutes reading after lunch, other time I will only read while waiting for time to pass. Therefore, I always have &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; in my bag. And hence, it had became an old &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. this is &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;before I made it old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307028768828605106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SaZajCLOwrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lKyYdeXIOaQ/s320/IMG_6600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful to have the UK version of &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; as the wording are more compact and the cover has this 3D picture of the hands and apple. Well, the US edition has a flat cover though, with bigger wordings of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I handed over my unfinished &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; to my sister because she wanted to read first, she was reluctant to take it. As she said that it did not appear new to her and she didn't want to read an old book. *Blink with disbelief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307028777496188674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SaZajidvlwI/AAAAAAAAANA/jd04mCfrB0c/s320/IMG_6603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I always like to read books until it looks old, at least it looks like I have already read it. Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shing&lt;/span&gt; wrapped my &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; and finished reading it in a week. Then, she wrapped my poor "&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;" and finished it in another 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767912800996754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SdOcuzoGTZI/AAAAAAAABZY/4aVlSd7gDOE/s320/IMG_7884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shing&lt;/span&gt; wrapped my books horribly. Sigh... &lt;em&gt;(Just&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;joking)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shing&lt;/span&gt; were reading, I only manage to finish &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; during Valentines day. It was a very very good read! I have not been reading like this for like 3 years? I am convinced with how deeply in love Bella is to Edward. I actually thought the movie was fantastic. Although some said the video ruined the book, I think the editor did a great job. It is indeed hard to compact so many things in a video and I thought the editor made some good choices on scene selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a scene where Bella slipped and fell. I do think the scene was redundant. It was not enough to show how clumsy Bella was. Instead, I think it can be replaced by scenes like Bella was about to fall and Edward grabbing her. Or she could scratch her car or something. Clumsy people are bad with cars, especially women. &lt;em&gt;(I know I scratched my car again. Sigh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am quite obsessed with Twilight. I have just finished new "&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;" and on "&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;" now. The "&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Old Moon&lt;/span&gt;" which fell into the drain was abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I included some pictures of old and new "&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;". The right one was "Old Moon" which fell into the poor drain. The left one was the new one bought by you-know-who. &lt;em&gt;(No it's not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Voldemort&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;" just found its way to my apartment and appear at my door step the next next day after "&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Old Moon&lt;/span&gt;" fell into the drain. &lt;em&gt;(Maybe it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Voldemort&lt;/span&gt; after all!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307029516119014482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SaZbOiDJfFI/AAAAAAAAANg/pf6W094bjrs/s320/IMG_6828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh... Poor "&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Old Moon&lt;/span&gt;" drank a lot of water and became so fat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307028778886766018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SaZajnpSHcI/AAAAAAAAANI/_GBJ1jiAiNo/s320/IMG_6821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is so fat, its cover cracked to give way to the body expenditure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307028784178531090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SaZaj7W8CxI/AAAAAAAAANY/yv5rA7c7Q-0/s320/IMG_6826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have no idea what to do with "&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Old Moon&lt;/span&gt;". Anyone wants to adopt? It look like some old spell book though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have made my friend buying "&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;" as birthday presents for me. Birthdays are just great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767914328682626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SdOcu5UU8II/AAAAAAAABZQ/x7ztUsJnomQ/s320/IMG_7883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My almost new unwrapped obsessions! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shing&lt;/span&gt; want to help me wrap again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767915066884754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SdOcu8EVApI/AAAAAAAABZg/2dhv7wklsEw/s320/IMG_7885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, a happy family! The books on the left is from a UK publisher, atom. The rights are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;published&lt;/span&gt; by MT Books, US. I would say the cover texture is nicer from the UK ones and the binding quality is better from US.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767918330413682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SdOcvIOagnI/AAAAAAAABZo/LRaKQ_XHxUk/s320/IMG_7886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell where have I read until? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hahha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am waiting eagerly for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Midnight Sun&lt;/span&gt;, the twilight version of Edward. I always wanted to know what Edward thinks. Now, I just see what Bella sees, it would be awesome if I can complete the story from both sides. However, the book is delayed because the book had a leak and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephenie_Meyer"&gt;Stephenie&lt;/a&gt; was not in the mood writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also patiently waiting for "&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The Twilight Saga: The Official Guide&lt;/span&gt;". Well, this guide claim to have all the character profiles, genealogical charts, maps and extensive cross-references. Well, sounds interesting enough though. It is said to be published on 1 Sept 2009. I guess I have grown to be really patient. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-3883315633426528581?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/3883315633426528581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=3883315633426528581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/3883315633426528581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/3883315633426528581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/04/twilight-up-and-down.html' title='Twilight up and down'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SaZajCLOwrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lKyYdeXIOaQ/s72-c/IMG_6600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-5356097459080213853</id><published>2009-04-01T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:28:34.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Being positive about being negative</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was sad, really sad. It seemed like all the bad things happened together. Did I think that I attracted them? (Law of attraction?) I didn’t care acting happy because I was sick being cheerful. Well, at least for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was like 1.30am in the morning when I reached my apartment. Well, I worked late and I left the company at almost 1am. When I reached the guardhouse of my apartment, the security guard gave me a hard time, as my access card didn’t work. They directed me to park my car in the visitor car park near by the monkey trees*. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afraid of being attack by monkeys, I had a hard time getting out the car. It got worst when the rain started to pour. I thought since I could shower once I was home, why bothered to use a stupid umbrella? By the way, the visitor car park was like really far and without sheds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was in front of my apartment door, I was already wet. As I put my key into the lock, my key did not work. It was only seconds when I found that, the lock was not the lock I usually used. Someone has changed it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I called my housemate but she did not pick up the phone. Standing wet in front of the door, helplessly, I found my eyes not big enough to shallow all my tears. They flew down generously to my already wet body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a really tough day. My work was giving me a headache. There were so many new processes that I need to follow up daily. I received a few complaints for getting it wrong. And then I was answering so many calls for the past few days that my number of calls outbid other agents, just to find that my team leader made a mistake on setting the priority of call queues. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was really tired. I was tired being cheerful when I was not. Tears could flow so easily sometimes. But when a call came in, I wiped my tears and go, “Thank you for calling….” And it was always cheerful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was still standing in front of my apartment door when all the negativity filled me. No one answered my phone. No one bothered when I knocked the door so hard. I gave up and jumped into a sea of tears… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had the least idea where I could go now. Even if I managed to find a place to stay the night, what about my clothes? How was I going to work the next day? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, the thought of my vacation made me even depressed. It was supposed to be a holiday but I didn’t feel in the mood for one yet. I only had two days to buy my swim wear and sun lotion. And I had yet to exchange currency. I was going on a four days vacation but only managed to get one day off work. Apparently, my second day leave was rejected coldly. I had a night flight back but I was required to work the next day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I was shedding my tears, my phone rang. My housemate finally called and not long after, I was let into the house. I didn’t know how I should feel, furious or rescued?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A lot of times when I am negative, I will just let it be. I guess I will feel even more tired if I keep pushing myself to feel positive. There is nothing wrong with feeling negative. If you feel negative about feeling negative, I guess you will definitely have a hard time fighting it. But if you feel positive about it, you will always be positive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-5356097459080213853?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/5356097459080213853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=5356097459080213853&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5356097459080213853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/5356097459080213853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-positive-about-being-negative.html' title='Being positive about being negative'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-7304005451129030965</id><published>2009-03-30T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:24:32.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Is religion a relationship killer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It never appeared to me that religion is an issue to a relationship. Yes, I still think like that though many gave up a relationship due to religion constrain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always thought that religion is a guideline in life. When I mean guideline, I mean there is no right and wrong with the religion you chose. To me, choosing a religion is like choosing a school. We might graduate from different schools, but the teaching are more or less the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All religions hold the same principle. They guide us to be a better person. They answer to those who are lost. They complete you when you are incomplete. They hold you when you are depressed. I am so blessed that I mix with people who believe in God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem occurs when there is not just God but my God or your God. Of course, humans compare. They compare to find which the best religion is. And because you think yours is the best, you want your friends and family to be in the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the question is, should we be comparing our religion? Are we still kids to go, "My school is the best and only my school has quality graduates?" We tend to forget that we should not be comparing at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do hope everyone can open up your heart. "Religion" lies in the eyes of the beholder. Till now, there is no scientific prove saying that which religion's students have the highest rates to heaven. Religion is indeed a very subjective issue. And when it is subjective, you can only believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe that religion can ever stand between humans. It's humans themselves who choose to think differently. So, please don't blame poor "religion" as an excuse for break up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I would like to end this post with a still thought by Master Cheng Yan who inspires me to write this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;宗教是大同小異；心大則同，心小則翼。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Translate: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Religions will appear the same when your heart is wide, but they will appear different when your heart is narrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-7304005451129030965?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/7304005451129030965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=7304005451129030965&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/7304005451129030965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/7304005451129030965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-religion-relationship-killer.html' title='Is religion a relationship killer?'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-832515047270846772</id><published>2009-03-17T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:52:00.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I am not made to blog</title><content type='html'>I thought I have a lot of ideas. Hence, I would have a lot of posts. But I was so wrong. It is so hard for me to start writing. When I do feel like writing, I tend to become blank at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few saved drafts. I started the title, typed a few lines and stopped there. I could not find the mood to write further. I only continue writing the post when the mood comes back. Weird uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I thought I might receive a few comments from some post, but no one left comments. Then some other posts that I didn't expect to have comments in it tend to have the highest number of comments. I guess it shows, I don't know what people like to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is full of grammar mistakes, I wonder how I make them so many. When my mother read at my blog, she is always shaking her head and go, "Oh daughter, how did your English become so poor?" I showed her a few blogs that I like the other day, she said cruelly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you see people's blog! (pointing finger at the monitor) Their English is so smooth. Your sentences are weird, not grammatically wrong but weird. You should read more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I definately agree with her, I should read more. Even my mother does not read my blog now. Ohh.. it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting on some boring skin care post lately. Hopefully it will come out before April is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-832515047270846772?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/832515047270846772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=832515047270846772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/832515047270846772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/832515047270846772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-not-made-to-blog.html' title='I am not made to blog'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-2576578277770622983</id><published>2009-03-14T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:21:06.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Change- the solution to many questions!</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many people in this world are contented with their lives. How many wake up every day to find themselves looking forward to going to work? How many are optimistic about life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about my life and still complaining about it when I found the solution for most answers in life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Change!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the minor changes in life would probably be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You split wine on your shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solution: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, you tried to wash the wine stain off the shirt but it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solution: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your detergent. If it still doesn't work, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your perception to the fact that it is a piece of cloth and use it for other purposes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minor changes can be easily done, when it comes to major changes, how well can you handle it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every morning when you wake up, you feel very tired and you don't feel like going to work to face your manager who will ask you to do endless things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solution:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt; your job. If you can't, then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; your thinking. Work can be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time when you look at the mirror, you feel like your body is getting bigger and bigger and all you can do is to sigh.. or to wear loser clothes to make you look thinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solution:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt; your lifestyle and diet. If you can't, then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; your mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every now and then I hear people complaining about their boy friends and girl friends. The solution is so simple even you can guess it:-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahhah...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Change&lt;/span&gt; your bf/gf. If you can't, then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;, it is easier said than done. Human tends to hate changing. They are in the comfort zone they called. Once you're in it, you will never want to get out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying my best to get out of my comfort zone. I know it can't be easy. To me, constant &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; is always necessary. Who does not want to live life to the fullest? After all, we only remember living once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-2576578277770622983?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/2576578277770622983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=2576578277770622983&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2576578277770622983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2576578277770622983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-solution-to-many-questions.html' title='Change- the solution to many questions!'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-7020487738446876618</id><published>2009-03-01T03:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:51:40.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mid-Twenties "Cry"sis</title><content type='html'>Every time when I think of my age. I will get stuck at 24. I kindna have the impression that I am younger than my ex-classmates as my birthday is in December. Therefore, I will always have to minus one year from the actual age.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I am turning 26 this year, I thought that I was still 24. I guess I really need a birthday cake with 25 candles on it so that I can really remember that. As I am typing now, I wondered again. Wait a minute, am I 24 or 25? Am I that old to have lost my memory?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I had fallen into depression. I felt like I have lost my confidence in most of the things. I felt like everybody of my age is doing better than I. I felt like I am fat, miserable and clumsy. I felt like I am still so childish and have not grown a bit. As age numbers increase, the expected maturity is not there at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not accomplished anything, I don't have a house, I don't have a target to work towards to. I don't have a person I want to marry. Hence, I won't have a child. But then, even if I work hard and own a house, I will be staying all by myself. I have been searching high and low for a room to stay lately, I can't even get to stay in a house with people I know. I feel so dump and lost in so many ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing other friends moving on so swiftly is so hard. Some are planning wedding dinners, discussing wedding gowns. Others are talking about some housing loan and what "BLR" rate that I don't understand at all. Some are confidently doing masters. Some are already the assistant manager of the company. But where am I heading to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed school. Feeling lost of closeness with my friends scares me. I guess that's why I always organize so many trips and gatherings. I am scared feeling alone. To have something to look forward to keeps me optimistic. That they are still close with me means so much to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to look up in Wikipedia about mid-twenties crisis. It seems like I have fit all the syndromes. I am officially diagnosed with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quarter-life_crisis"&gt;quarter-life crisis&lt;/a&gt;. I wonder if I can cure myself. I wonder what I learned from my religion can be applied here. I wonder if reading books recommended by Wikipedia will make me better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am still wondering....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-7020487738446876618?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/7020487738446876618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=7020487738446876618&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/7020487738446876618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/7020487738446876618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/03/mid-twenties-crysis.html' title='Mid-Twenties &quot;Cry&quot;sis'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-262430748503988844</id><published>2009-02-17T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:44:52.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Art of Not Knowing</title><content type='html'>I first heard it from a scene on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; Series, I can't really remember when and what the title was. But I thought I always hear it and I always wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A women's best friend told her that her husband was cheating on her. There were no tears coming out from her eyes. She seemed calm but in a while, it busted into anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why do you have to tell me?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She busted. Like her friend, I was shocked. Then she continued, &lt;em&gt;"Why do you have to ruin this marriage? If I hadn't known, I could still be his wife and I could still be happy. Now that I have known, how should I react to that?"&lt;/em&gt; Then I guess she chased her friend away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that was a funny theory. I used to think I wanted nothing but the truth. Therefore, I had always been honest &lt;em&gt;(or ignorant or what ever).&lt;/em&gt; As I exposed myself more to other human beings, my mind has been &lt;s&gt;corrupted&lt;/s&gt; influenced. I began to believe that ignorance is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, if you were told that your partner is cheating on you. Will you confront him? I guess, if you really want this to end, you should. As either he admits or denies, it will still make him a cheater or liar. Therefore, I guess women prefer not knowing, as they cannot control themselves not confronting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think, if I were given the chance to know when I am gonna die, will I take it? I guess I wouldn't be able to stay alive without going crazy. For me, knowing things takes a lot of courage and wisdom. Just like the above scene that I have talked about earlier. If the wife is wise enough, I guess knowing and not knowing wouldn't be a matter. As she can handle it calmly, she might be able to pretend not knowing it and stay cool until the marriage should come to an end. That is wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are given the chance to have precognition to the future, will you take it? Are you able to handle it? If what you do or say will not be able to change the future, will you still want to know? On the other hand, I don't believe in the saying that we can change the future. The fact that you can change the future is the future, just that you don't know then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. talking crap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This post was written on 20/1/09)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-262430748503988844?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/262430748503988844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=262430748503988844&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/262430748503988844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/262430748503988844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-of-not-knowing.html' title='The Art of Not Knowing'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-3144448288068233367</id><published>2009-02-15T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:24:20.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Crazy about "Pet Society"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life has been so busy ever since I had Twiggie. She is one very cute companion. I started having Twiggie three weeks ago while I was home for Chinese New Year. Shing was playing with Ah Hua, her pet. Ah Hua was so cute that I instantly got Twiggie for myself. I have to admit that I still had the &lt;a href="http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-finally.html"&gt;Twilight &lt;/a&gt;effect on me when I named my pet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess Twiggie is a cat but I have no idea what Ah Hua or Wiggie is. Well, Wiggie is Wen's pet. Apparently, she just sort of mimic my Twiggie's name. Hahah.. Wiggie is claimed to be a cat, however, I think she looks like a rabbit more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it's kindna pathetic how we can get seriously addicted to virtual pet. Yeah, I know it's sad. It's better to place your pets in the computer than to place them in a cage. I know I should not mention, but I just murdered some non-virtual pets while I drove them back from KL to Ipoh. Apparently, they can not adapt theirselves to long journey travel or hot temperature car. So please don't try that again! *cry* They are hamsters by the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, how does Twiggie look like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302204424294368530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU21OSSBRI/AAAAAAAAALU/_yk3M1KFN_M/s320/Twiggie6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I like Twiggie in T-shirts and pants. She looks very cute and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering how Ah Hua looks like, the below green cat (rabbit??) is Ah Hua and you're looking at Ah Hua's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302204741999368770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU3Ht1DmkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FINrI-_z6tc/s320/Twiggie15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, needless to say, the pink rabbit look-alike pink monster is Wiggie. Hahha.. Ohh.. and we're looking at Wiggie's house now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302204424345696626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU21OehOXI/AAAAAAAAALc/9nFCU63oP70/s320/Twiggie11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can create your own pet, create your own house and have fun visiting each other. I guess it's cool visiting each other and checking out what others have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I do have a lot of friends playing, I am glad that I can check them out on and off. However, my biggest joy is checking Ah Hua and Wiggie everyday. Wiggie was born later than Twiggie. However, Wiggie's ranking in the society is now higher than Twiggie's. No joke when you're dealing with my sisters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302202839189756338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU1Y9T5GbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mMBrSK7dwmg/s320/Twiggie1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like any other pet, Twiggie will get hungry and you will need to feed her from time to time. Else, she will walk really slow and bend her body like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302202840932618754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU1ZDzbEgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/syup8cRQ5SU/s320/Twiggie4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You can also change her outfit regularly, if you have the money to buy lots of shirts for her to change with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302204739169744034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU3HjSa9KI/AAAAAAAAAME/Go8eyCWkO_0/s320/Twiggie16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wiggie and Twiggie had sometimes exchanged their outfit. Well, the picture below shows that Twiggie is wearing Wiggie's out of space dress which cost like $1200? I wonder why Wiggie gets it. Hahha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the same time, Wiggie is wearing Twiggie's dress. Apparently, we like the dresses we bought more, so, we exchanged it back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302204746834344930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU3H_1ze-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/3jrsGcZnmSs/s320/Twiggie17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For the time being, let's check out the 2 richest pet in my society.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302203437047740034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU17wgV9oI/AAAAAAAAALM/7E-ExTU6zyo/s320/Twiggie10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hmm.. I wonder why the above picture is there. Ah Hua is definately not the richest at the moment. Hahha.. but I have faith in you! GO GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU178Nv-gI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BrCrvGlZqjo/s1600-h/Twiggie8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302203440190978562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU178Nv-gI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BrCrvGlZqjo/s320/Twiggie8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm.. You can tell he's rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU1730CarI/AAAAAAAAALE/20wv6V9Vtwc/s1600-h/Twiggie9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302203439009393330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU1730CarI/AAAAAAAAALE/20wv6V9Vtwc/s320/Twiggie9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like the grand piano! Yup! He is definately one of the richest pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, let's share some of Twiggie's pictures that I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU21bwEopI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GYLFyCsZvtI/s1600-h/Twiggie14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302204427908981394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU21bwEopI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GYLFyCsZvtI/s320/Twiggie14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Twiggie running in stadium, Ah Hua is watching her from the audience seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU17mu4O0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_NTUHuBfLLE/s1600-h/Twiggie7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302203434424351554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU17mu4O0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_NTUHuBfLLE/s320/Twiggie7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU1Y6eRedI/AAAAAAAAAKU/c7WD9hTQDgY/s1600-h/Twiggie3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Showering at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302202838427990482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU1Y6eRedI/AAAAAAAAAKU/c7WD9hTQDgY/s320/Twiggie3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sleeping...... Shh.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-3144448288068233367?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/3144448288068233367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=3144448288068233367&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/3144448288068233367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/3144448288068233367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-about-pet-society.html' title='Crazy about &quot;Pet Society&quot;!'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SZU21OSSBRI/AAAAAAAAALU/_yk3M1KFN_M/s72-c/Twiggie6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-4448185166813847318</id><published>2009-01-16T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:58:07.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Is it real or just another crush?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I recently fall in love with the song, &lt;em&gt;Crush&lt;/em&gt; by the Americon Idol runner up, David Archuleta. I had listened to it a lot of times from radio. I didn't know who the singer was before I decided to listen carefully to the lyrics and tried google-ing it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know the song is quite some time ago, I am outdated I know.. (sob sob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David is so young! He is like just 18 years old!?? I thought I liked mature guys? I guess it might be the "&lt;a href="http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-finally.html"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;" effect that has on me recently. Looking at the lyrics, I feel like I am awful outgrown for having a crush again. What is it like to have a crush? I remember having a crush during secondary. Ever since then, I came to a conclusion that crushes are for timid people... Isn't it painful guessing if the person feels the same?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just ask la!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, maybe teenagers like it. It's the guessing part that makes things interesting I guess. Anyway, here is the song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/EFGsC_vEM6/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/EFGsC_vEM6/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/musictome/video/cErFLncq/david_archuleta_crush_music_video/"&gt;Crush - David Archuleta&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-4448185166813847318?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/4448185166813847318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=4448185166813847318&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4448185166813847318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4448185166813847318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-real-or-just-another-crush.html' title='Is it real or just another &lt;i&gt;crush&lt;/i&gt;?'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-1270134459672966805</id><published>2009-01-11T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:57:05.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Going mature, going brown</title><content type='html'>Judging by the title, you can't really tell what I am about to write. Well, this might disappoint some of the readers as I am going to be talking about "BAGS"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of bags, not that I have a lot to switch using with. I just do not throw the old ones away. Therefore, I guess I have ... a lot? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... as I took out a piece of paper and started counting, to my relief, I had about like 5 bags, &lt;em&gt;(excluding one clutch)&lt;/em&gt; still tolerable I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved &lt;a href="http://www.lollipops.fr/"&gt;Lollipops&lt;/a&gt; bag. It was first introduced to me by my ex-colleague, Fannie. We were very close back then as she was working the same shift as mine. We talked about shoes, bags, clothes and boys all the time. We brought magazines to the office to share opinion on clothing as well. Then one day, her cousin sister introduced her to Lollipops. As she saw the brand, she already knew I would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bags are mostly hand made and have limited quantity. It is not as common as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Guess?&lt;/span&gt; bags in the society. The bags are all very cute! Therefore, I went to the only Lollipops outlet in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bangsar&lt;/span&gt; Village 2 back then to get my first Lollipops bag. The bag had a name, it was called &lt;em&gt;Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;. The quality was not bad at all! The sewing of the thread were very refined. I loved it. One little problem was that the beads kept falling off my bag. Over all, it was fantastic! I had received so many compliments for the bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SWjTpV8zXjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zcdrsHooK1k/s1600-h/DSCF1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289710469566914098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SWjTpV8zXjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zcdrsHooK1k/s400/DSCF1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My Lollipops! The lollipop is not with the bag. I attached it for fun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was not going to buy Lollipops again as the beads fell off. I was looking around for a new bag. Went to a lot of shops and look at a lot of bags. But I didn't like them. I still like the shape of the bags I was carrying. Then I stepped foot in the new outlet in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid. I was holding the exactly same size bag. It was perfect, the length of the handle was just nice! And it felt right to carry it around. What's best about it was, it was brown! Just the colour I was looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite proud that I did not buy it on the spot. I walked out of the store and I evaluated whether I should buy it. After further considerations, I walked back in the shop again. The sales girl was happy to see me again. Just like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; I bought my &lt;em&gt;Wonderland&lt;/em&gt; 2 years ago. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; was very nice. While I was not able to decide whether to buy such an expensive bag. She urged me to walk around first. "Don't make nasty decisions. Go have a walk and compare on the pricing first. If you like the bag, you will come back for it." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder that's a psychological thingy as she was trying to play hard to get. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;.. However, while I was doing sales, the most important thing was not to let your customer think too much. When one thinks too much, he will be unlikely to buy something. Furthermore, it is walking out the shop! The risk for not coming back to face her would be so much higher. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. I wonder why she does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess women need a few bags to switch around. Some went to the extreme where they played around the color of the bags with their outfit. In total, I guess working women need 3 bags and a dinner clutch at least. Women need one big bag for outing, one bag that can hold her shades, sun block, water bottle, tower, camera and etc. One middle size bag for normal outing like movies, hanging out with friends. The size of this bag is individual, some still prefer it big, some prefer it smaller. I personally like bowler bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For working women, they need a working bag of course! This bag should be of formal colors (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;. black, white or brown) to show professionalism. I don't have a working bag as I am not wearing very formal to work. But to show some maturity. I have forced myself to buy a brown bag!! Yeah!! Say hi to my new mark of maturity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SWjTp2IZ8BI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LRDFBwp2XCo/s1600-h/IMG_6695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289710478205513746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SWjTp2IZ8BI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LRDFBwp2XCo/s400/IMG_6695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My new Lollipops (only without the lollipop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not too bad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-1270134459672966805?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/1270134459672966805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=1270134459672966805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/1270134459672966805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/1270134459672966805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-mature-going-brown.html' title='Going mature, going brown'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SWjTpV8zXjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zcdrsHooK1k/s72-c/DSCF1214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-107077079747079137</id><published>2009-01-07T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:34:25.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>How does Ebay works?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought Ebay is already very famous among us. However, I am quite startled when some told me that Ebay is just selling second hand goods and is not safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have done a few purchase from Ebay, 6 to be precise, all arrived safely in my hands. *Fingers crossed* The purchases varies from little wallets to big size table lamp. I do enjoy when the receptionist called me out to collect my puzzle. It's like receiving a gift, only that the gift is from myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, what do you do when you log into &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com.my/"&gt;Ebay&lt;/a&gt;? Well, you need to have an account first. Register yourself an account and you can start your purchases. There are a few types of purchases. Most of them are in bidding form. You will have to place your bid and when the time ends, the bidder with the highest amount will win the bid. There is also a "buy it now" price. If you think the price is reasonable and you want it so badly. Just click on that, and the item is yours automatically!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272656761980453794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw9Y6hoA6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/DsF5hxXDOiM/s400/Picture+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;Place a bid higher than the price shown. Let say, I put here US68.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw9ZFn1wNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/__YzuuBW9es/s1600-h/Picture+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272656764959310034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw9ZFn1wNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/__YzuuBW9es/s400/Picture+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;After that, I need to confirm it. After clicking the "Confirm Bid" button, I shall get something like the below screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw9ZXFPpPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A7n1IgTWopM/s1600-h/Picture+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272656769646044402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw9ZXFPpPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A7n1IgTWopM/s400/Picture+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;Yeah! I am the winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272657560834475842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw-HafRB0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/h1EfctU_Vw0/s400/Picture+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;You shall see your winning bid in green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw-IGYsJeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WNhACW8hMq4/s1600-h/Picture+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272657572618053090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw-IGYsJeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WNhACW8hMq4/s400/Picture+31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;But not for long.. *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Apart from bidding and "Buy it now" price, there is also this "Best offer". The "Best offer" normally comes with "Buy it now" price. You can place your "Best offer" by clicking on it. The seller might not accept the offer. If he/she does, you shall receive something like the below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272640765575483874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSwu1zRe0eI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N_oh8Dx76V0/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;Let's say the initial price is US79.90 and you think that it is a bit too expensive. So you click on the "Best offer" (provided it's available) and submit your highest offer. There might be a few people who make the offer. Therefore, the seller can choose who to sell too. However, it's not very popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272640766056027314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSwu11EDVLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wAWnIKzqJ2g/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;Yeah, the seller accepted my offer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272655956002220706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw8qABcKqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6KpB944HY6c/s400/Picture+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;After you paid the item, you shall see the dollar sign in blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;Ohoho, the above is the purse I am currently using. Including the shipping, it's about RM200++. Not bad right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw-HoDvAVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1mSz6086m5A/s1600-h/Picture+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272657564477096274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw-HoDvAVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1mSz6086m5A/s400/Picture+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;One more important tip before placing a bid, you might need to ask for the shipping charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw8teOsrDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eq-0x_GKIf8/s1600-h/Picture+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272656015650499634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw8teOsrDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eq-0x_GKIf8/s400/Picture+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;You might also want to check the seller's reputation as some unscippulous seller might be selling fake and old goods. Look through the comment of the seller. It's hard to fake a comment anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Lastly, I would like to share some of my purchases from Ebay. It's really cool! Ohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw7U0dxK5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6N6gxRYe_Pg/s1600-h/6109_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272654466609544514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw7TTmjfUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/96FLOHfYufM/s400/5f01_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw7TKJNpyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iAumWB30ZBo/s1600-h/2ea5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272654464070559522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw7TKJNpyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iAumWB30ZBo/s400/2ea5_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw7TK-yjAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gbsDC6dIwVY/s1600-h/4a87_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272654464295275522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw7TK-yjAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gbsDC6dIwVY/s400/4a87_1_b.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/4876995153289171150-107077079747079137?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/107077079747079137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=107077079747079137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/107077079747079137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/107077079747079137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-does-ebay-works.html' title='How does Ebay works?'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw9Y6hoA6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/DsF5hxXDOiM/s72-c/Picture+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-4228382676955860810</id><published>2009-01-06T04:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:58:40.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Then whaat?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that my first post of the year will be this depressing. Too much time alone to think indeed leads to a lot of weird thinking. Well, I guess that's why I need to keep myself really occupied all the time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was driving late at night back home. My car was filled with mosquitos. As I had opened my car door and stood in front of a gigantic drain after I cried over a book which fell into it. There were so many mosquitos that I could see some flying before me, hear them buzzing around my ears and feel them around my legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny that I would cry when I got angry. I guess I didn't know how to channel my anger. I could not kill them. Even if I could, there were so many of them. How to kill? After all, who was I to decide whether they should live or die tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then calmed myself. I thought, "They're going to die soon. Life is short for a mosquito. They have at most 100 days to live. Just let them suck my blood, not long after, they shall give birth and die." I sounded like I had an eternal life here on earth. Probably a turtle might say the same thing to me, "Let this human enjoy, have kids and die!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought, I hoped I can be with him for today. "Then what?" I asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then I want to be his wife, be a good wife."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then what?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then I want to have kids with him. I want to educate them to be good people." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then what?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then there will be more good people?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then I die?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I guess I will go to heaven?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Stay in heaven forever?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how to answer myself. Some people I know are seeking for wealth. Some are seeking for the meaning of life. Some people wants to spend their lives helping others. People live in ways they find their lives most meaningful. Then what? The ultimate question should be, for what? So that they can live in heaven? For what? So that they can leave their name to live in this world? For what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, I am not depressed. I won't get myself into depression anyway, for what? Like how every human is gonna be, I will eat, talk, sleep, probably make a few babies (2 is more than enough) and die. Skipping some of the steps in life does not make one lucky or the other way round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd probably not understand what I mean, neither would I. Well, humans do talk craps sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-4228382676955860810?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/4228382676955860810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=4228382676955860810&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4228382676955860810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/4228382676955860810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2009/01/then-whaat.html' title='Then whaat?'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-2386232128374921406</id><published>2008-12-30T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:06:13.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year Resolution Is Out!</title><content type='html'>Finally it comes to year end. Well, I guess I have fulfilled my 2008's resolution which is to have a resolution list in 2009!! Yeah!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(Ok, I know it's not that funny! Haha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 2008 has been a slow year to me. I have been taking the year too easily! I guess I have to be aggressive this year! *ruff ruff* &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ehem... I call that a roar?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's see how aggressive I can go. I have broken it down to a few categories:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Health and diet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lose the 10kg I gained since 2006.&lt;br /&gt;2) Play at least one sport per week. (Tennis, badminton, futsal, jogging)&lt;br /&gt;3) Complete the slimming course &lt;em&gt;though it's not working&lt;/em&gt; (estimated end time June 2009)&lt;br /&gt;4) Take up yoga after completion of slimming course (estimated start time July 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Family:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Make my mother sleep early&lt;br /&gt;2) Teach my mother how to cook vegetables &lt;em&gt;(she claims she doesn't know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Teach Shing Japanese&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Do nothing to Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Make Wen work harder and read more books&lt;br /&gt;5) Think of a way so that Mama remembers what she puts in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Financial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Limit credit card usage&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn to be thrifty&lt;br /&gt;3) Save the down payment for a house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Personal growth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Read at least one book every month&lt;br /&gt;2) Cut down to one fashion magazine per month&lt;br /&gt;3) Consider seriously on getting a master program&lt;br /&gt;4) Take up another new language (Thai or Korean)&lt;br /&gt;5) JLPT Level 3&lt;br /&gt;6) Improve on my working attitude&lt;br /&gt;7) Wear more formal to work &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(I am wearing Jeans today actually..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Leisure and fun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Visit a country out of Asia by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;2) Buy a new camera &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(Canon in mind now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Calender Events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 26-27: Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;February: Pkuket Trip&lt;br /&gt;October: Shanghai Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I wonder if I am able to achieve all. This shall be interesting! Initially there was a personality growth whereby I hope that I can change my childish personality to a more mature one. But to do so, I guess I have to equip myself with more experience and knowledge. When thou thinking has maturated, thou attitude will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-2386232128374921406?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/2386232128374921406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=2386232128374921406&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2386232128374921406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2386232128374921406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolution-is-out.html' title='The New Year Resolution Is Out!'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-2381037434764133855</id><published>2008-12-25T20:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:14:15.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to year end, it will be joyous. For year end is always so festive, so merry. Happy songs are played in all shopping malls. Everywhere is filled with light bulbs, Christmas trees and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;. It's a festival of happiness and gifts. It lightens up my birthday but I guess in a way, it does over-shadow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, my Christmas is a bit different. I start to wonder what Christmas really is. I was told before that it's not about what we celebrate today but it is a very meaningful day for all Christians. However, it is celebrated by non-Christians nowadays too. So, why are we, non-Christians, celebrating Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the joy this year. I guess maybe it's the age. Or maybe it's that I start to ponder why I am celebrating Christmas. As I have a deeper thought on it, I think I shouldn't be celebrating. Therefore, I am working today, so that other Christians can enjoy what belongs to them. The office is so empty. Since I am supporting UK accounts now, I thought I will have less calls today but I was totally wrong! I have been working for 5 hours now, not even a single call I received! Well, no calls for the day I guess.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't understand Christmas. Maybe Christmas to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhist"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thaipusam"&gt;Thaipusam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Christians. Maybe it's just me getting older and thinking more. But ultimately, I knew that I like year end. Because it is the time I review myself how I did the whole year. Bacause It's a reminder to myself to be better the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this year, I will set a list I want to do and have it reviewed it next year. Hopefully by then, I will be able to tell myself that I have been a good person and I do deserve the celebration, and a present from Santa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-2381037434764133855?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/2381037434764133855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=2381037434764133855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2381037434764133855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2381037434764133855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-for-me.html' title='Christmas for me'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-2725957152738687263</id><published>2008-12-24T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:24:44.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies and Books'/><title type='text'>Twilight Finally</title><content type='html'>I first got to knew about the new movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_(2008_film)"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; from a newspaper review. I then fell in love with the picture. The main actor and actress are so perfectly matched. I initially thought it was like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt; story but it surprised me, thoroughly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283356930284859346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SVJBIrs6L9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rJMlH8BeV-4/s400/406px-Twilightpostermedium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sallykok.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt; invited me to go with her the other day but I was not free. I thought I will be missing it already. Guess I was quite lucky to still be able to catch the last show in GSC Mid Valley. Some said that it was not nice. Some said they went to see "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;leng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt;", the handsome Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;. But I say "I LOVED IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about it! It's everything I like! I have loved fairy tales with all my life and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_(novel)"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; is what I cannot ask more for. It's like a fairy tale, romantic and magical. The movie is so beautifully filmed. There are a lot of scenes that I like. I particular like the scene when Bella lied in the arms of Edward. It's so sweet and contradicting at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I have left out the story right? The story was about a kind vampire, Edward, who only fed on animal blood. He was so attracted to Bella that he had mixed up whether he was attracted to her or to her blood. They tried kissing for the first time but Edward was nearly unable to control himself from wanting her blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clearly a forbidden love for them but they did not give up. Two hours of movie is not enough to convince me how madly in love they were and I decided to read the book. I was searching for &lt;a href="http://www.mph.com.my/search/nsearch.cfm?do=detail&amp;amp;pcode=0316015849"&gt;Twilight (the book)&lt;/a&gt; from MPHonline.com. The book falls on "Teen Reader" category. *Being shot in the heart* Well, that sounds like me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like it so much? I guess nowadays, we don't have that kind of forbidden love in the society. Everyone is able to love freely regardless of skin color, status, religion or even sex. Most people take love for granted. After all, human only know how to treasure those that is hard to get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-2725957152738687263?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/2725957152738687263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=2725957152738687263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2725957152738687263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2725957152738687263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-finally.html' title='Twilight Finally'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SVJBIrs6L9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/rJMlH8BeV-4/s72-c/406px-Twilightpostermedium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-8111716359552446989</id><published>2008-12-18T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:03:20.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not time to harvest yet</title><content type='html'>In the wink of an eye, it is already year end for 2008. Everytime when it comes to year end, I feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I feel like I have given so much. I have been very hardworking, taking initiative and being responsible. Sometimes the fruits that you bear might not get ripe so fast. Sometimes I would think, how long is long? Is it worth my time and effort? If I find bearing strawberries is hard, shall I just bear lime instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is not time to harvest your fruits now. Maybe it takes longer time than they normally need. If you know that you are not capable of taking cares of strawberries and in the first place, don't take that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that your hard work will not be wasted. Just hang in there and one day, when it is time to harvest, you shall be able to enjoy the fruits you bear. For you know, success doesn't come easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-8111716359552446989?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/8111716359552446989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=8111716359552446989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8111716359552446989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8111716359552446989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-not-time-to-harvest-yet.html' title='It is not time to harvest yet'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-6067271817043332332</id><published>2008-12-04T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:40:35.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite colour</title><content type='html'>There was once a guy confessed his love for me. Well, I didn't think he really meant it. He didn't even know me. That day, I laughed off the "joke" and said, "how can you possibly love me? You don't even know my favourite colour!" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. then I thought myself, that was a really very tricky question. Because the fact is, I myself don't even know my favourite colour. And if you do, you must be God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very long time ago, a friend asked me about my favourite colour. I told him I didn't know. He then asked me when I open my closet, what colour do I see most. I told him it was white. Then I asked him whether he has a lot of blue shirt (he told me he liked blue). He answered yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From then on, I looked at my closet on and off. There was once there are a lot of pink, then black. I guess it somehow reflects your mood from what you wear. And hence relecting your colour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was young, my mother chose all the bright colour clothing for me. When I opened my closet, it was mainly red. Then when I had the ability to choose my clothing, it was filled with white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started washing my clothes while I was in university, I avoided white for I always stained my white shirts. Then I thought I like pink. It is a very lovely colour. However, I don't like pink in an exaggerate amount. I might like white in a larger amount that pink. Now when I open my closet, it is still majority white but with it has far a lot more colours than last time. So what is my favourite colour then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I found that the beauty of colours. Today while I was driving, I suddenly have this thought, "would I be happier if all the trees are pink?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;... no no. I like tree and I like the fact that they're green. Then I thought, "I shouldn't think of nature objects, oh.. how does turning our boring road from boring grey to navy blue?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EWW&lt;/span&gt;.... no no! Then I found that I like grey too! Grey is a very calm colour. I am glad that the roads are grey. I cannot accept if they're striking colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then found that I like shirts in white; bags in pink; flowers in red; trees in green; sun in yellow; sky as crystal blue; clouds in white; sea in mysterious blue.. (I know, I sound boring) Sometimes for the same thing, I might like another color. It's like I might like a orange pencil case over a pink pencil case. It also has to depend on the shades of colours they use. (I know I am particular)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I am just so grateful that I am able to enjoy seeing colours. I like them so much. I don't think I would want to give up any of them. (I did think of purple when I was typing that). But no, Anna Sui likes purple! Most of my cosmetic items are purple. Ya, maybe not purple shirt but yes yes to purple cosmetic! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ohoho&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colours, thank you for lighting up my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-6067271817043332332?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/6067271817043332332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=6067271817043332332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/6067271817043332332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/6067271817043332332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-favourite-colour.html' title='My favourite colour'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-3089234026111976340</id><published>2008-12-02T12:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:23:56.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>My E-shopping (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have always like to shop. It started when I was doing my studies in MMU. I had a very good friend who will always bring me out for shopping. I always like shopping with her. She gave me a lot of ideas and I am still wearing some of the blouses and dresses I bought then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started shopping alone. I guess I have fewer friends to shop with me nowadays. I felt it is not at all fun to shop alone. You cannot share when there is a buy 1 free1 promotion. You will listen to the salesgirls’ opinion and buy something you might not wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am always facing the computer, I then learn to shop online. Initially, I felt that online shopping is insecure. I mean, after payment, you still have to wait several days for the item. You were not able to see it, not able to touch it. What if it is not like what you expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a risk taker, I explore a lot of online shopping websites. I first visited www.annyee.com. It is one of the first website I bought clothes from. However, the quality is not very good and I have actually stop buying clothes from them. I guess I still have a few tens of ringgit with them which I have not claim. Oh well, let's see when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I started to like &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com.my/"&gt;Ebay&lt;/a&gt;. Online shopping is not that insecure anyway. Ebay is quite a trusted site. I have made purchases for 6 times and all safely arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first purchase on Ebay was a Minnie mouse bag. I love the bag very much but the quality is really very bad. I used it for about a month and the color peels off. Then I either have thrown it or have put it aside back in my hometown. I then become very careful on my purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best purchase has to be the &lt;strong&gt;"Bedazzler".&lt;/strong&gt; I always wanted to bedazzle my things. When my lollipops' gems are falling from the bag, it made me want to bedazzle my bag so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSz-Fz5i0UI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hGKU2Tn-ueY/s1600-h/BeDazzler_Thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272868639528374594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSz-Fz5i0UI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hGKU2Tn-ueY/s400/BeDazzler_Thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Bedazzler tool (About RM60 exclude shipping)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272655272541798770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw8CN7xwXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1hpr9AFRRwA/s400/DSCF9128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272655254993921202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw8BMkCZLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8w5lpE-_KFY/s400/DSCF1213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Lollipops bag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272655260754024498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw8BiBWmDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IGdGaso9JIk/s400/DSCF9127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bedazzling my bag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then my worst purchase is the table lamp. I don't really like IKEA table lamps as they are all yellow light and quite deem. There are these florescent light table lamps but there are not bright enough. Then this sunlight table lamp caught my attention. Without further a thought, I bought it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272655955693799330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw8p-36B6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/FpsdQoeAeg4/s400/HWBHSLTT-6_F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272655276179571762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw8CbfFxDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/k2efGbFPKT4/s400/DSCF9187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was testing the lamp with a adapter converter and it was really very bright. Then only to find that the lamp was actually twice as bright as it was supposed to be and then died after 10 minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lamp was actually using 120v while Malaysia is using 240v. How brilliant was I huh? I didn't even bother to know about this voltage thingy. My friend, Mee Syn, mentioned that there is some voltage transformer that I can use but too bad, the lamp is dead! *sob sob, there went my $$.* I think it cost about like RM100+ exclude shipping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272655281446333666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSw8CvGyLOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vntQ4nMwg9I/s400/DSCF9189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bye lamp!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Moral of the story: Don't simply buy electronic goods from other countries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-3089234026111976340?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/3089234026111976340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=3089234026111976340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/3089234026111976340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/3089234026111976340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-e-shopping-1.html' title='My E-shopping (1)'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SSz-Fz5i0UI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hGKU2Tn-ueY/s72-c/BeDazzler_Thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-2771484403811318918</id><published>2008-11-12T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:57:11.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Air Asia is crazy! And so am I…</title><content type='html'>It’s contradicting that I can hate and love Air Asia so much at the same time. Well, I guess to admit that I like traveling cheap. It's really hard to resist when you can see the world with just a little money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I totally dropped my eye balls when I saw a return air ticket to Bali was only RM70. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRoyhq0YCNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VYw9OZnbw4c/s1600-h/AA1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRoyhq0YCNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VYw9OZnbw4c/s400/AA1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267578268174256338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me are booking like crazy. Then when I asked my colleagues to go Bali together. They say, "Bali is not for group trip one!" Ngia.. meaning that it should be a couple trip?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then marr go Hong Kong lo.. only RM140.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRoyh2_xShI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xP5yqqHyEyw/s1600-h/AA2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRoyh2_xShI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xP5yqqHyEyw/s400/AA2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267578271443274258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I will feel so left out if I don't get the tickets? Why is it that I am so attracted to discounts? Why is it that I will feel very sad when seeing people pay more because I don't think it's worth the price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel very tired asking around. I don't think I should go anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-2771484403811318918?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/2771484403811318918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=2771484403811318918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2771484403811318918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/2771484403811318918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/11/air-asia-is-crazy-and-so-am-i.html' title='Air Asia is crazy! And so am I…'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRoyhq0YCNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VYw9OZnbw4c/s72-c/AA1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-6396414620331992832</id><published>2008-11-04T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:18:11.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dining'/><title type='text'>Umai-Ya @ Damansara</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, I dated my sister, Wen, to Izzi to have dinner. It’s said that Izzi give out up to 60% discount for certain credit card holders. We arrived there at 10.10pm to find the restaurant closed. I then called my friend Derek for help. He is excellent in finding places to dine! He recommended the restaurant beside Izzi, Umai-Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBv4KrxBvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZWp5RMa328o/s1600-h/preDSCF9183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264830975127389938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBv4KrxBvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZWp5RMa328o/s400/preDSCF9183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time getting into Umai-Ya, there were no people to entertain me and I actually thought that it was closed too. The entrance didn’t really look like one. Can you tell how to go in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBwoIrU6qI/AAAAAAAAABA/FeBUARnPtqA/s1600-h/preDSCF9176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264831799222397602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBwoIrU6qI/AAAAAAAAABA/FeBUARnPtqA/s400/preDSCF9176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I didn’t expect the entrance could be so secretive. Wen and I managed to sneak in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBx6IHbF7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/4iFPd1J76Ag/s1600-h/preDSCF9177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264833207821080498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBx6IHbF7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/4iFPd1J76Ag/s400/preDSCF9177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The environment is not bad at all! Looking at the menu, I can tell that the food price is definitely slightly higher than other Japanese restaurant. But hey, since it is highly recommended, I should give it a try! And frankly, I did not regret the experience at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBz0MOmdHI/AAAAAAAAABY/Kl9aWqd2GOY/s1600-h/preDSCF9160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264835304868967538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBz0MOmdHI/AAAAAAAAABY/Kl9aWqd2GOY/s400/preDSCF9160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was on diet and my sister just had her dinner, we ordered the Salmon Shio Yaki Set and the Salmon Mayo Maki. We are obviously is a big fan of Salmon! *Salmon is high in protein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBz0NdNMKI/AAAAAAAAABg/s3l6bmk0tWM/s1600-h/preDSCF9165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264835305198661794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBz0NdNMKI/AAAAAAAAABg/s3l6bmk0tWM/s400/preDSCF9165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBz0b8PPXI/AAAAAAAAABw/IeM39J17V70/s1600-h/preDSCF9166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264835309086915954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBz0b8PPXI/AAAAAAAAABw/IeM39J17V70/s400/preDSCF9166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon Mayo Maki was definitely very GOOD!! It’s the best handroll I ate! Oh well, I guess I hardly ate handroll. There was this really crispy thing inside which makes the whole thing so nice to chew. Argh, I should not be blogging about this when I am damn hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRB2aaxojyI/AAAAAAAAACg/kBqn9mE8NJU/s1600-h/DSCF9154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264838160632287010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRB2aaxojyI/AAAAAAAAACg/kBqn9mE8NJU/s400/DSCF9154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was served quite fast then. It only took them 5 minutes to serve all our dishes (which was only 2). My Salmon Shio Yaki Set was fantastic! I could not get off the salmon. I was so surprised that the salmon was so thick, and it was grilled just nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBz0iV5SKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_drTxWjA92Y/s1600-h/preDSCF9157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264835310805141666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBz0iV5SKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_drTxWjA92Y/s400/preDSCF9157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBz0flkM8I/AAAAAAAAABo/WK91bkxE0O4/s1600-h/preDSCF9168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264835310065562562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBz0flkM8I/AAAAAAAAABo/WK91bkxE0O4/s400/preDSCF9168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there was this side dish that we have no idea what it was. Wen said it tasted like chicken intestine and wanted to vomit it out. I sort of just swallow it without noticing the taste. I am guessing it is some beef or something. I don’t really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRB1uheQzCI/AAAAAAAAACA/kgQUSSqzllY/s1600-h/preDSCF9162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264837406515842082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRB1uheQzCI/AAAAAAAAACA/kgQUSSqzllY/s400/preDSCF9162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am also happy that they served dragon fruits as side dish! I like restaurant that pays attention to minor details. The bill came up to about RM43.70 which is quite reasonable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRB1xKJCUvI/AAAAAAAAACY/KztMTFUMdlc/s1600-h/preDSCF9169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264837451792405234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRB1xKJCUvI/AAAAAAAAACY/KztMTFUMdlc/s400/preDSCF9169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:&lt;br /&gt;2Q (Quality and Quantity): 83 (1-100)&lt;br /&gt;M (Money): 2 (1-100) (1-RM10,2-RM20,3-RM30... per person)&lt;br /&gt;Percentage visiting again: 2Q/M*100: 26%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRB5FdUNwaI/AAAAAAAAACo/sJx8hDZyxBo/s1600-h/preDSCF9179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264841099071832482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRB5FdUNwaI/AAAAAAAAACo/sJx8hDZyxBo/s400/preDSCF9179.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/4876995153289171150-6396414620331992832?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/6396414620331992832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=6396414620331992832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/6396414620331992832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/6396414620331992832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/11/umai-ya-damansara.html' title='Umai-Ya @ Damansara'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRBv4KrxBvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZWp5RMa328o/s72-c/preDSCF9183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-8586450715627038553</id><published>2008-10-30T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:25:17.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wen's convocation</title><content type='html'>Here yee here yee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the old blog is vanished, it does not mean that the comics are gone too. Here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRECOBKAjoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bFI306mfp1I/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264991879224659586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRECOBKAjoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bFI306mfp1I/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRECN_T9kGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wjm8_oPzbLs/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264991878729535586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRECN_T9kGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wjm8_oPzbLs/s400/Page_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRECNzOYIqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VE53-n61j0s/s1600-h/Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264991875484885666" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRD_77Rv8-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/UyI1brSsvSw/s400/Page_15.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/4876995153289171150-8586450715627038553?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/8586450715627038553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=8586450715627038553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8586450715627038553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/8586450715627038553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/11/wens-convocation.html' title='Wen&apos;s convocation'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SRECOBKAjoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bFI306mfp1I/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876995153289171150.post-3748422964955949787</id><published>2008-10-24T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:06:26.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the blog?</title><content type='html'>Well, I used to sign in blogger using a yahoo mail account. It was very troublesome as I always have to switch user account as I too have a gmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to email gmail team but no one really replied my email. Therefore, I deleted my yahoo account and hence, deleting my blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to email the google accounts team, asking them to recover my blog. Initially, I eagerly waited for their reply by checking mail everyday. When I get no reply at all, my heart began to sink. I then gave up in recevering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed very hurtful to lose something. However, I will deal with this feeling. Farewell to &lt;a href="http://jaynce.blogspot.com/"&gt;my old blog&lt;/a&gt;. *sob sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876995153289171150-3748422964955949787?l=janekong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/feeds/3748422964955949787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876995153289171150&amp;postID=3748422964955949787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/3748422964955949787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876995153289171150/posts/default/3748422964955949787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janekong.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-is-blog.html' title='Where is the blog?'/><author><name>Jane Kong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782325049410791665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ch9MloRJzk/SkrciSaPA1I/AAAAAAAABeI/4X8cj4vOSyQ/S220/RIMG0601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
