<?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-23923971</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:26:16.895+08:00</updated><category term='Work'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Cruelty to animals'/><category term='Complaints'/><category term='Mischellaneous'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Oxygen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-6437211755238298235</id><published>2007-09-15T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:34:37.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've shifted!</title><content type='html'>Hey, not as in.. shifted physically.. as in.. blogilly (if there's such word) Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've shifted from Oxygen (this blog) to (probably a more handsome blog) &lt;a href="http://zng-jon.blogspot.com"&gt;Z'ng&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's my brand new blog. Visit it. It'll be fun. I might just update this blog from time to time. I don't know what are my plans yet. You shall be informed..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. More words on the new blog. Go there! go! Add that blog to your linkies at your own site. =). Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-6437211755238298235?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6437211755238298235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=6437211755238298235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/6437211755238298235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/6437211755238298235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-shifted.html' title='I&apos;ve shifted!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-2254104549191991990</id><published>2007-09-13T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:07:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be an Overachiever!</title><content type='html'>Hey, I found this at the side of my desk in Seremban and.....I'M HERE TO SHARE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's entitled "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aid the development of good study habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since some of you have test/exams coming up, and probably I might wanna read it too through my blog back in campus. Ahem. So, yea.. Here it is.. the list of good study habits. Enjoy and do apply it. Guess it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Study in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;location&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; free from distractions, interruptions and noise (no radio, CD players, television)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A clean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, adequate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and good &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;posture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are important. Clear your desk of distractions like pictures, toys, mementos and clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make studying a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and not a chore! (Actually I underlined this sentence though..Hahaha) Be positive in your approach. Begin your study session in prayer that God will use this time for betterment of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Personalize and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what you are learning as much as you can to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do your hardest and most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; assignments first. Easier work should be done last, when you are more tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Allow yourself rest periods or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Study for thirty minutes, then take a five-minutes break. Return to your work promptly after five-minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Realize that the most difficult part of studying is getting started. Do not wait for inspiration. &lt;strong&gt;Start&lt;/strong&gt; it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and you will be inspired by the progress you make as you study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Study as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rapid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ly as is comfortable to you. Do not go too slowly; be active in your study and apply yourself. Be sure of your work, then keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Observe the general rules of good &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so that you are physically able to study. Get eight hours of sleep, eat well, exercise daily and keep spiritually in tune with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Look at school as a preparation for a good life. Each &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a step closer to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;organize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;d. Listen in class; take good notes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and plan ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Study with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ing mind. Always ask: Who, What, When, Where, Why and How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Take pride in your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;schoolwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for, while it does not reflect on your worth as a human being or child of God, schoolwork done well does exhibit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;admirable qualities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The key to learning is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;repetition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reinforcement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Even if you do not understand, make as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Be aware of what the teacher is trying to accomplish. Demonstrate to your teacher that learning is going on. Show your teacher that you are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Acquaint yourself with other &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who are enthusiastic, interested and excited about school achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do your part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and God will do His part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's about all. Phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-2254104549191991990?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2254104549191991990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=2254104549191991990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2254104549191991990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2254104549191991990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/be-overachiever.html' title='Be an Overachiever!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-7767887184045552917</id><published>2007-09-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:44:30.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair needs a makeover!</title><content type='html'>Back in Seremban even though I've been bombarded with much persuasions from people around for going back to my hometown on a mission to trim my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey! It's essential. And as a matter of fact, I don't trust other hairstylist. Not that they are not good, but my hairstylist knows my hair best. Haha. Seriously. You wouldn't wanna be having bad hair days for an entire month, right? For girls, probably A YEAR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine that, BAD HAIR DAYS FOR A YEAR! Can mati! Flip over and mati again! I think even if you pray hard and ask God for His hands to be upon your hair, won't have much effect lar. Oops. I just underestimated God. Well, whatever it is, He still rocks..! All Christians shout "hallelujah".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once reached Seremban, I changed into a more comfortable outfit and headed to the salon. Yes. I was excited. Say whatever you want. Haha. I'm not gonna show you my new hairstyle yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mean while you can gaze at this picture of me with a cap. =P. Wuuuuuuu... Anticipation~~~~ Hahahaha. And I was given a very, very special price which other customers won't get from her. It was so worth it coming all the way back here man! SHE KNOWS MY HAIR BEST..! I won't deny it.. =P&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109310227293682498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RufqlNkcO0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/0N8Zw7Y_IDU/s400/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nahssssssss...Actually I bought a wig, will start wearing it on Sunday for church service. *grins widely from ear to ear*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guys, I'm planning to sign up for &lt;a href="http://www.kickstart.com.my"&gt;Nescafe Kickstart&lt;/a&gt; again. =). Let's hope this time I get shortlisted for the interview session. *gulp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what! Yesterday I was supposed to have my Geography test but I got my notes one day before it. THE NOTES WERE FREAKIN' THICK MAN! Even with Flash Reading, I think it'll take quite long. I had perfectly no confidence or whatsoever when I went for the test and.. IT WAS CANCELLED! Woohooo...! Praise the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that, yesterday I was down with fever, so obviously I won't be able to study much and today I was supposed to have Mathematics test in the morning. And..IT WAS CANCELLED AGAIN! Praise the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs of relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, anyone has Ugly Betty series? Pls do lend me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to download High School Musical 2. Oops..! Shouldn't have said that. The download rate suckssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Can just die man. Lord, please intervain!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 2kb/s...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Faints..gets up 5 minutes later and faints again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few days, I just feel like staying at home... Hmmmmmm~~~~... Probably going out for yamcha with friends or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going all the way to KL? Maybe not. In other words, I'M JUST LAZY! Hahahaha.. Besides, I'm broke..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not allowed to rinse my hair. WHY??????????????????????????????????????????? I don't wanna have mushrooms growing on my scalppppppppppp.. *screams madly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be going back to Johore on Saturday. Foot-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-7767887184045552917?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7767887184045552917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=7767887184045552917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/7767887184045552917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/7767887184045552917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-hair-needs-makeover.html' title='My Hair needs a makeover!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RufqlNkcO0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/0N8Zw7Y_IDU/s72-c/DSC00347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-8130795106660464548</id><published>2007-09-05T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:18:16.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMERGE KL 2007</title><content type='html'>Hallelujah! Finally I get to update my blog on Emerge KL'07. I've never been to an Emerge conference before, so I was a first timer. Well, I didn't attend CHCSG's Emerge either. Emerge KL was held at Sheraton Hotel, Subang from 29th to 31st. Yes, it was on Malaysia's National Day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106600077892201026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5JtwS_KkI/AAAAAAAAANA/FdGXP3CB_Lc/s400/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We, the crazy bunch of UTM students went all the way to KL to attend this conference. 3 hours journey if you were to drive at 140 km/hr. Uh huh.. Do the Maths yourself.. Hahaha.. And we went only on the 30th. (Missed out the 1st day.. hu hu hu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached Sheraton at about 7pm and it was about to start. The crowd was getting larger and larger. The atmosphere was great.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106600679187622482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5KQwS_KlI/AAAAAAAAANI/clBf4JpmJtQ/s400/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were told that we cannot miss 'Talentime' on that night and we might also be going up onto the stage. Uh huh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that night, there were performances by Liu Geng Hong and Wingz, awesome singers from Taiwan. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106601817353955938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5LTAS_KmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8dm2svBwZ98/s400/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Liu Geng Hong&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106602483073886834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5L5wS_KnI/AAAAAAAAANY/426C_WE8Pnw/s400/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wingz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was Beauty Pageant and Chin Ping was crowned 1st runner up. Bravo! She was brilliant when she answered the question thrown by the emcee. The question was : Who is your favourite prime minister and why?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106603393606953602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5MuwS_KoI/AAAAAAAAANg/1S3mcSPPlGM/s400/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU TRY ANSWERING THAT! Her answer blew all of us away man. ANYHOW, another girl answered, "I love all the prime ministers...", and won. *Sweat*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few anothers even mentioned their "favourite" prime minister's name wrongly. *Double sweat*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, we also had a representative for the Manhunt and ALL (seriously) thought he was gonna win. HE LOOKED SO SUPER DUPER KUPER ZUPER *speaks in tongue* GOOD ON STAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know he did one mistake which was, he didn't smile on stage, but as soon as he realised, he smirked, AND IT WAS AWESOME. If I'm a girl, I fainted oledi. (Sorry I forgot to take a picture with him.) He didn't win any prizes though. Saded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The service ended at about 11.30pm? We bummed around in Sheraton, camwhored like nobody's business, and we chiaow for dinner, that also because Dev was chasing us away, Hahaha..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106604789471324818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5OAAS_KpI/AAAAAAAAANo/WnnkElUvMfY/s400/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;N3 CG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our dinner till about 1am and headed to Holiday Villa to spend a night. Got a room with..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106605480961059490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5OoQS_KqI/AAAAAAAAANw/29P13k2QNZE/s400/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" /&gt; great view and it was.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106605923342690994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5PCAS_KrI/AAAAAAAAAN4/EissoXr_ACo/s400/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;quite huge. 6 guys in a room. RM255 for the room and it's actually quite cheap, right? no? According to Alvin, it's styled in a very...Victorian way. Oh, issit? *rolls eyes*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106606760861313730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5PywS_KsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hMQMuUTFwdg/s400/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning, our service was at CHCKL at SS13/6. Preaching by Pastor Kong Hee&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106607327796996818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5QTwS_KtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eUAD5AOrYtc/s400/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;, dance &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106607946272287458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5Q3wS_KuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3pqVyiD8F8Q/s400/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and singing Competitions.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106608667826793202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5RhwS_KvI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Sj3tMvZPa-k/s400/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, Rhoda sang too. But I forgot which song she sang. LOL. Sorry, Rhoda. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106614027945978722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5WZwS_K2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Hxlv4xUjKOs/s400/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Amelia, me and Rhoda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, ended the same way, couldn't recall much. I was actually sick on that day. Had a really bad flu. (until now by the way!) Here, the time schedule for the conference.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106609337841691394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5SIwS_KwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hhSBCV90CzY/s400/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastor Kong reminded us to be relevant to the world that we may reach out to them and to look sharp all the time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106609883302538002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5SogS_KxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DPdhlWEexm0/s400/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tremendous ending for that night. Aiming for Emerge 2008!!!! Woohooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday that week, it was S.O.T (School of Theology) Graduation. We went there to support a few of our own CHOJB'S S.O.T graduates. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106611085893380898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5TugS_KyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZdijTiOBsMA/s400/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dev&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106611962066709298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5UhgS_KzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kdJxmhahTZA/s400/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sarah&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106612670736313154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5VKwS_K0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/PifUaNoUM1c/s400/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mei Ching&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106613452420361042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5V4QS_K1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/k-bdnshmzBk/s400/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nicky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106614431672904562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5WxQS_K3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/E_QWXX1WfD4/s400/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And a few more others. They were all glad. (Realised something, Dev and the security guy didn't smile..at all.. LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I wanna try too..!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106615067328064386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5XWQS_K4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/700Gc2WSDi8/s400/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't blame me. Mine's in 4 years time. Damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;P/S: I was told that the StarCeleb SMS Voucher can be used nationwide. Start asking me how to do it and enjoy the offers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-8130795106660464548?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8130795106660464548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=8130795106660464548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/8130795106660464548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/8130795106660464548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/emerge-kl-2007.html' title='EMERGE KL 2007'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rt5JtwS_KkI/AAAAAAAAANA/FdGXP3CB_Lc/s72-c/DSC00230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-818944460660439807</id><published>2007-09-04T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:57:48.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Emerge!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went totally broke during the conforence. I gave my all for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was exhausted.. tired.. weary..worried.. On Saturday and Sunday, I was seriously tired when Devand Pastor kept asking us to pray stronger and harder during both services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy. My body said no, but my spirit man said "c'mon, you can do it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was down with flu and sorethroat, a little fever, I even skipped my class yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now. I feel stronger now. I feel like I can do all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I love Jesus even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Will update blog on Emerge again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-818944460660439807?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/818944460660439807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=818944460660439807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/818944460660439807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/818944460660439807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-1406372106107287875</id><published>2007-08-29T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:28:36.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They found out...crap...</title><content type='html'>I'm freaking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dell has Microsoft Office 2007. And after saving what I wanna blog about here from my room into my pendrive, brought it to the cybercafe, and guess what, THEY CAN'T BLOODY READ THE FILE CAUSE' THEY ARE STILL USING BACK-DATED OFFICE 2003!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that also because MY COLLEGE'S WI-FI SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103992564592093458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUGMgS_KRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IS4LW7v-F-I/s400/utmwifi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Angryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I've shifted from my room on the top floor to a room on the ground floor. Absurd, I know. But true. Yea, they finally found out I do not have a roommate and asked me to shift immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a roomie now.. (Damn).. His name is Alvin Entinggi Nichol. Nice name.. I wish mine is something exotic as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't need to know my full name.. Ahem.. Besides, I don't know how people can come up with silly names like "Alvince".. Does it make sense to you? *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;A picture of my room previously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103991821562751234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUFhQS_KQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/97T-ghft6JY/s400/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All the stuffs from my previous room were packed and loaded into bags, and thanks to Tony and Alvin, it was needless for me to carry any of that to my new room. Nice guys, right? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103993818722543922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUHVgS_KTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Mm2VNtq17Fg/s400/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tony (Found out somethign really scary about him..! Seriously.. Describe happy with the "g" word.. that's him.. *disgusted*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103994707780774210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUIJQS_KUI/AAAAAAAAALA/r4itg56WDr4/s400/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103995188817111378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUIlQS_KVI/AAAAAAAAALI/1i8mOPTf5FQ/s400/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Coccoon-man.. (Oops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, a few pictures of my new room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103993333391239458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUG5QS_KSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vXhzs_T2aRc/s400/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The room.. (I own the right side......) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103996460127431010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUJvQS_KWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SWFQC5K1WmI/s400/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The study table..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103996992703375730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUKOQS_KXI/AAAAAAAAALY/nDkr0z8IoYU/s400/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The bed..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103997774387423618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUK7wS_KYI/AAAAAAAAALg/QxM2Fd4TMFI/s400/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The cupboard..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103998538891602322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtULoQS_KZI/AAAAAAAAALo/O630j7-JS9M/s400/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and behold..MY FOOD SHELF! LOL.. This whole shelf is stuffed with food and food alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that's about all about me shifting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random pictures ahead!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103999015632972194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUMEAS_KaI/AAAAAAAAALw/QA3a5H7Fpeg/s400/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;City Harvest Outreach JB's Worship Team&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103999436539767218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUMcgS_KbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rLoeYRQRuMU/s400/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;2 Dogs on a bike&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103999990590548418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUM8wS_KcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/E-otlTYqykE/s400/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Model from Seed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104000493101722066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUNaAS_KdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UJ5cttnZpTo/s400/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chang Chin Ping (model, too)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104001626973088226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUOcAS_KeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eBrqujB8a9A/s400/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me having Roti Pisang.. I TELL YOU! It's really really good..! Go try!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104002606225631730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUPVAS_KfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ehIE_f0QtzY/s400/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Newly opened Beef Noodle Restaurant in Seremban.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104002932643146242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUPoAS_KgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AXh2eSmcnr4/s400/09-08-07_1745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;F.O.P 2007. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104003190341184018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUP3AS_KhI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lleuhrKUT3A/s400/IMAGE_00139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Adrian, me and Kanu in the backseats. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104004161003792930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUQvgS_KiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zx9mHKljo78/s400/utm2.1.BMP" border="0" /&gt;U.T.M. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104005028587186738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtURiAS_KjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZhYGX39zv90/s400/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And..er.. Kawachi drooling.. (Toldja it's random.LOL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh whatever, and before I forget, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY, MALAYSIA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be goin for Emerge Conforence tomorrow! Yeahoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Btw, sorry about the sizes of the pictures, a tad too big. Erm, well considering I'm using a Cybershot phone now. *snigger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-1406372106107287875?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1406372106107287875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=1406372106107287875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/1406372106107287875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/1406372106107287875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/they-found-outcrap.html' title='They found out...crap...'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RtUGMgS_KRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IS4LW7v-F-I/s72-c/utmwifi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-8681239533644627476</id><published>2007-08-24T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:06:53.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobby that last for a lifetime..</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lies on the chair and fell asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bounces back up after 5 minutes.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead tired...and you wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont' wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just tell you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Cause' I went shopping! Nahs..nothing to be proud of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I went all the way to KL to shop is because of this voucher I received upon voting for Kanu.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs76VQS_KNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/44xWB6n5nhk/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs76VQS_KNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/44xWB6n5nhk/s400/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102290670916151506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was weird how my bunch of friends didn't believe me at first, they were like shooting at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scam issit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's the sender la? sure boh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After my RM3.50 get cheated arh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARE YOU REALLY SURE ABOUT THIS?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You better go ask the Giordano people 1st"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok.. FINE! I went and questioned the promoters there. They assured me that the voucher is usable and they kept highlighting that my purchase CANNOT exceed RM200.00.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs8A0AS_KPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9NjhU9bNOP8/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs8A0AS_KPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9NjhU9bNOP8/s400/DSC00086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102297796266895602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;She provided me the chance to get the Giordano voucher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW LAR! I CAN READ FROM THE SMS OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look blind to you! Just because you drew eyeliner you think your eyes bigger than mine issit! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I happily went and choose my items, guess what, my friends surrounded me and went like, "eh, Jon, settle the voucher for me" and handed me their handphones. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna believe me, RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. See who gets the last laugh now.... ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so super duper kuper zuper luper puper tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah..a picture of the items I bought today... I really need self-control over shopping. I shall pray over the Spirit of Compulsive Shopping..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs8ABAS_KOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rQsWoGz_yyU/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs8ABAS_KOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rQsWoGz_yyU/s400/DSC00123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102296920093567202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*faints on the floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love shopping..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-8681239533644627476?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8681239533644627476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=8681239533644627476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/8681239533644627476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/8681239533644627476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/hobby-that-last-for-lifetime.html' title='Hobby that last for a lifetime..'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs76VQS_KNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/44xWB6n5nhk/s72-c/DSC00122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-3806366855929981236</id><published>2007-08-23T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T13:36:09.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It came from the sky</title><content type='html'>It's weird but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually accidentally stepped on a lizard's egg (God knows where the heck it came from).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered egg shells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs0ZxQS_KLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Xv2-mfnhsW0/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs0ZxQS_KLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Xv2-mfnhsW0/s400/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101762286859528370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and pre-hatching of a lizard. HAHAHA!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs0ZcgS_KKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Qn1q_SdBByk/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs0ZcgS_KKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Qn1q_SdBByk/s400/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101761930377242786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first, I thought it was a chick. Oops! How ignorant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy. If my fate is like that, I rather become a cockroach knowing I can never escape a men's foot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, a picture of my fringe after blowing with the hairdryer.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs0bUQS_KMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Y2s2wUMn_WM/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs0bUQS_KMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Y2s2wUMn_WM/s400/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101763987666577602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Results different after 10 minutes. *Annoyed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm now watching &lt;a href="http://www.chc.org.sg/english/video_sermons/index.cfm"&gt;Dr.Joyce Meyer's video sermon&lt;/a&gt;. You guys should too... Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-3806366855929981236?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3806366855929981236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=3806366855929981236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3806366855929981236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3806366855929981236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-came-from-sky.html' title='It came from the sky'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rs0ZxQS_KLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Xv2-mfnhsW0/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-2426175482410277692</id><published>2007-08-22T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:39:23.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hairdryer, a brush and my curly fringe</title><content type='html'>Can anybody help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might sound really, really metro (or rather gay) but..PLEASE...help me straighten my hair..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no..! Not through rebonding.. Not gonna get chemicals involed here.. Anyway, my hairstylist won't rebond it for me. Hahaha.. She said all I need is the blow it. Some how or another, my hairstylist can do it perfectly! My fringe did not even curled a bit after she blew it for me. ARGGGHHHH...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hairdryer.. and a brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are all I need, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I blow my fringe, it'll still curl up after a while. IT'S SO FREAKIN' IRRITATING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day, you see me with super straight fringe, that means I've given up- completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin sister who came back recently from Australia went like, "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU PERMED YOUR FRINGE??????????????&lt;/span&gt;" when she saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/02/tulan.php"&gt;Dulan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, guys..my good friend from church joined ntv7's reality show, &lt;a href="http://starceleb.tv/"&gt;Star Celeb&lt;/a&gt; 2 months ago and she's now in top 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, she'll be in the top 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be at the site right now, she's number 59, Khanusha Shereen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has charming personality, intellectual, out-spoken, and the best part, she's not at all bad looking. She might even be the next Tyra Banks? Oh. I don't know. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assure you, that she's good. She has been working as emcee for countless events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon vote for her through SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS ‘my111 giordano 59′ to 33365 and receive a voucher for 50% off purchase below RM200 for all items at Giordano. Only applicable ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you, before you eye on the contestant and go like "I SHALL VOTE FOR HIM/HER, I DON'T CARE!!!"...go have a look at their blogs. Well, since you don't know them, or you've just seen them on stage, go read what they have posted on their blogs. (Clickable if you move your cursor to their names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enjoy and indulge yourself in knowing these people. Personally, I've heard a lot from my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the contestants you must not miss checking out(I didn't have time to read all their blogs, so whichever that caught my eye will be listed here) : Angeline Yap (no.06), Leo Ho (no.07), Li Su Lin (no.32), Min Li Lee (no.22), Darren Chan (no.49) *laughs madly on the floor*, and Miss.Kanulicious of course (no.59).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, she's not a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-2426175482410277692?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2426175482410277692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=2426175482410277692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2426175482410277692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2426175482410277692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/hairdryer-brush-and-my-curly-fringe.html' title='A hairdryer, a brush and my curly fringe'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-4853989705003155410</id><published>2007-08-21T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:09:01.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's new!!!</title><content type='html'>"If you're happy and you know it clap your hands!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song keeps ringing in my ear...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frankly quite happy cause' I got myself a brand new..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RsrrkwS_KGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8U5AJu900lo/s1600-h/gsmarena_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RsrrkwS_KGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8U5AJu900lo/s400/gsmarena_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101148544622864482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SONY ERICSSON K810i...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now! Toss me in the air..!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not toss my phone! No way! I bought it with my own money, can! It's my newest toy... *giggles madly at the phone...MY PRECIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea..I got it yesterday and was given loads of free gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the day before yesterday. I went to the shop and they told me it's sold for RM 1,380. Happily I went home, read the reviews again...and again...and again... Hehehe! (Well, I was excited, who wouldn't? Cheh!). Then I've decided I'd get the phone once I woke up yesterday morning. Waited all the way till night, dragged mum to come with me, got the cash ready, and headed straight to the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once reached, the workers there were definitely delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker : Leng jai (in Canto it means "mr.handsome" they calls everyone that, so nothing to boast about), you came to get the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yea.. (heart goes "lub dup lub dup")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker : Here.. (takes out the phone from display and handed over to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Can I have a look at the one with golden ivory colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the boss went around the entire shopping mall on the search for the phone with special colour I mentioned.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RsrxLgS_KHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qKob0dtVc2k/s1600-h/sony_ericsson_k810i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RsrxLgS_KHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qKob0dtVc2k/s400/sony_ericsson_k810i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101154707900934258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She came back sometime later, breathing hard, "can't find any. Even V.S.Com doesn't keep stocks of this product".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck is V.S.Com? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I gave up and went ahead with the dark blue one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss settled down after a while and mum went straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lou ban leong (lady boss), no need to run around anymore. Let's talk business. Here, calculate the price"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum handed over the calculator, the lady considered for a while and showed what she typed on the calculator to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WADDA.....*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 1, 430?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COME IT'S MORE EXPENSIVE? Well, the worker did say the price was RM 1,380! After discount, it'll be probably RM 1,300? Well, round-up figure what! Mum is good at that. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum wasn't pleased. She showed her "displeased" expression (good at this, too), and went like "why is it even more expensive???? He (mum pointed at the worker) told us it was for RM1,380.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worker panicked and discussed with the lady boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss ran outta ideas and said, "okok.. I'll give you a 1gb SanDisk M2 memory card but the price will be RM 1,470"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means a 1gb memory card for RM 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a glimpse at the price of the memory card and my jaw dropped all the way to the 19th floor of Hell (if it exist). It was like for RM 228????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;. DEFINITELY A YES. (nudged mum) SAY YES..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to repay also for what they have put us through, the shock, the boss said to the worker, "Give him the cover guard, and the phone protector."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those plastic protector you usually see for SE phones. Yea..that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price for one cover guard... RM 15&lt;br /&gt;...and for phone protector... RM 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worker did not show any grumpiness, rubbed the screen of my phone, put on the cover guard, and attached the phone protector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum turned around and took a reddish phone cover to replace her old, ragged one. She pestered the worker to give it to her for free. And it was given to her for free. (Wow mum..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the worker, I'd be needing a Digi number and I chose myself a good number to remember. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was for RM 8.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, mum further persuaded the poor guy to give this for free. (A bit too much ya, Mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worker hesitated a little and said " ok lah ok lah..free lah free lah", went ahead to cancel the purchase off the receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fainted man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put all the stuffs into the plastic bag and walked away happily after paying. Cash. Sighs. Sakit hati aku...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was glad too. SHE DIDN'T NEED TO PAY, OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was basically all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I use two phones. My old Motorola E398&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rsr3sAS_KII/AAAAAAAAAJg/cURm4TgoVjw/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rsr3sAS_KII/AAAAAAAAAJg/cURm4TgoVjw/s400/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101161863316449410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and my brand new  Cybershot K810i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture quality wise...hmm.. see for yourself.. hahaha..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rsr4lQS_KJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/X6udMsSuHq4/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rsr4lQS_KJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/X6udMsSuHq4/s400/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101162846863960210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you think? But I think I'll do just fine with Best Pic&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TM &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and Photo Fix&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, if all else fails, I STILL GOT MY ADOBE PHOTOSHOP. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, enjoy your day..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Feeling guilty..I'm supposed to study and do my assignments..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-4853989705003155410?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4853989705003155410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=4853989705003155410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/4853989705003155410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/4853989705003155410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-new.html' title='It&apos;s new!!!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RsrrkwS_KGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8U5AJu900lo/s72-c/gsmarena_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-4631892859087327148</id><published>2007-08-18T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:30:25.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erti Kemerdekaan</title><content type='html'>After much procrastination, I finally went to the salon and trimmed off excess hair. Hahaha! It was really getting out of control. So..yea.. Sorry, still no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! Dad has been wearing the Adidas tee i bought for him for 3 consecutive days now. And yes, it stinks. I didn't sniff it of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update on me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking a lot on which handphone to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning on getting this one..!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RsZz_wS_KFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7v5iQCxQ8jE/s1600-h/se_k850i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RsZz_wS_KFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7v5iQCxQ8jE/s400/se_k850i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099891167177156690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I desperately need a digi-cam and with Sony Ericsson k850i. NEEDLESS FOR ME TO CARRY ANOTHER BULKY CAMERA! If you're gonna tell me about quality wise compared to any cameras with 7.0 Mega pixels, then save your breath/saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just gotten myself an mp4, so, I don't need SE's W-series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cool phone, right? Right? Hehehe... Go check it out on the website for the specifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mee moo maw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just completed my essay for my Islam course. I shall now paste it here, hoping you guys can point out the mistakes or ideas which I should add in to make it even more bombastic. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes... (praying hard that non of my coursemates will visit my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'RE MY COURSEMATE, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COPYRIGHT RESERVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=============================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Erti Sebuah Kemerdekaan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Pengertiaan perkataan ‘Merdeka’ dapat dilihat dari berbagai-bagai konteks dan aspek. Memang tidak dapat dinafikan bahawa Malaysia telah melepaskan diri daripada cengkaman British dan kemerdekaan diisytiharkan pada 31 Ogos 1957. Kebanggaan seluruh rakyat Malaysia dilaungkan tetapi adakah kita sebenarnya mencapai kemerdekaan?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Kesan-kesan penjajahan British masih kelihatan dalam masyarakat kita kini. Inilah yang tidak dijangka akan berlaku oleh Bapa Kemerdekaan kita. YTM Tunku Abdul Rahman memang selesai berunding dengan Ratu Elizabeth seperti mana yang kita ketahui. British tidak sahaja memecah-belahkan sistem politik, ekonomi dan sosial kita, mereka dapat tahu bahawa dengan membuat sedemikian, Tanah Melayu akan senantiasa menjadi sebahagian taklukan mereka biarlah kita menukar nama kepada ‘Malaysia’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Jadi, sememangnya Malaysia belum memerdekakan diri lagi. Bagi mencapai kelangsungan kemerdekaan, kita hendaklah “break free” daripada segala-gala pengaruh kesan penjajahan British melalui sistem ‘pecah perintah’-nya ke atas Tanah Melayu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Dasar ‘pecah dan perintah’ British mencadangkan bahawa etnik Melayu, Cina dan India dibiarkan tinggal berasingan; sistem pendidikan yang berbeza; dan setiap etnik kekal dengan budaya mereka sendiri. Pemerintah British langsung tidak menitikberatkan perpaduan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Dari aspek sosial sahaja, kita menemui kekalahan akibat daripada insiden “13 Mei 1969”. Walaupun darurat diisytiharkan, adakah itu menjadi penentu bahawa semangat yang mencetuskan insiden ini tidak akan terus menular? British yang pada mulanya menempatkan kumpulan-kumpulan kaum di kawasan yang berbeza-beza bagi mengelakkan rakyat pada masa itu untuk membulatkan suara, mencapai kemerdekaan dan seterusnya merosakkan pelan mereka untuk meneruskan projek mengaut kekayaan Tanah Melayu. Sistem penjajahan mereka secara tidak langsung telah menanamkan benih sedemikian dalam sanubari masyarakat bahawa ras yang berbeza tidak boleh hidup bersama.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Pemikiran yang tidak sihat ini telah memberi kesan dalam pelbagai aspek pembangunan negara. Marilah kita lihat dalam aspek pendidikan, masih terwujud sekolah-sekolah yang mengutamakan sesuatu kaum sahaja biarlah Cina, Tamil mahupun Melayu menerusi sistem pendidikan vernakular British. Akta Pelajaran 1961 dan Dasar Pendidikan Kebangsaan sebenarnya mesti menggariskan bahawa semua sekolah dijadikan sekolah kebangsaan yang mempraktikkan asas-asas berpatutan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Dari segi politik pula, British-lah yang memperkenalkan pilihan raya di Tanah Melayu bagi menyediakan rakyat ke arah berkerajaan sendiri. Memang bernas bahawa sistem pilihan raya ini banyak membantu dalam sistem kerajaan kita tetapi pergantungan kepada sistem tersendiri ataupun “yang ori” dapat menyerlahkan kehebatan Malaysia dalam memimpin negara sendiri ke kemuncak yang mungkin lebih tinggi lagi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Tambahan pula, sekiranya kemerdekaan bererti tahap gejala sosial yang mengecapi tahap sifar, Malaysia tidak akan memerdekakan diri buat selama-lamanya. Malah, gejala sosial yang semakin menjadi-jadi telah meletakkan suatu duri dalam hati kita bahawa Malaysia tentu tidak akan dapat mengatasi masalah ini. Dada akhbar yang memaparkan berita-berita terkini menakutkan kita semua. Siapalah yang boleh kita percayai sekiranya pihak atasan sendiri yang melakukan perbuatan sedemikian. Walau bagaimanapun, janganlah kita menuding jari dan menyabitkan kesalahan ke atas orang lain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Yang mejadi prioriti utama kita haruslah untuk menentukan dorongan-dorongan kepada masalah ini dan cuba sedaya-upaya memikirkan usaha-usaha yang boleh dilakukan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Kesimpulannya, adakah kita patut berterima kasih kepada British kerana pernah menjadi sebahagian daripada Malaysia? Jelas kelihatan bahawa British tidak berperanan dalam kedudukan Malaysia di mata dunia pada masa ini. Kita patut berterima kasih kerana Malaysia merupakan sebuah negara yang mengasaskan prinsip-prinsip Islam yang dari dahulu lagi membuktikan bahawa ajaran Islam dapat membantukan sesebuah negara untuk mencapai “greater height”. Juga, jangan kita mengetepikan agama-agama lain yang turut memainkan peranan dalam menjayakan visi ini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Visi bahawa, Malaysia tentu akan merdeka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;===================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Opinions, pls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-4631892859087327148?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4631892859087327148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=4631892859087327148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/4631892859087327148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/4631892859087327148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/erti-kemerdekaan.html' title='Erti Kemerdekaan'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RsZz_wS_KFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7v5iQCxQ8jE/s72-c/se_k850i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-7208061456232187809</id><published>2007-08-16T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:22:18.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Wow. I'm back in Seremban! Wooohooo.. I can hear my mum mumbling all the time again, my dad telling me nonsense, sister cracking cold jokes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuffs I got for my family members were given to them already.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas- Dad&lt;br /&gt;Bracelet- Mum&lt;br /&gt;Teddy- Sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My eyes can hardly open right now. It's freezing cold due to the rain. Mum is damn worried that I'll spend all my money on shopping. Btw, PADINI IS ON SALESSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Rhoda! Plan 1st! Got it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! I signed up for guitar lesson in my church, and I'll b trained as a back-up singer. Yeahoo. I get to serve! I've not been practising my piano for a while now. Hahaha! Stiff fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to hometown with a coursemate of mine and we actually chatted quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SHARE SO MUCH IN COMMON..! Wow! That's so totally cool. And get to know her a little more because frankly speaking, I always think that all the girls in my course have attitude problems. SERIOUSLY! Ain't lying to ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really can't judge a book by it's cover, huh. Ok. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a memo underneath my door today saying I've gotta shift to somewhere else, probably another room, since I've been staying alone without a roommate for 2 months already. Arghhh! I don't want roommate!!!! I've started to adapt to my daily routine and now they have to ruin it. #$#^%$&amp;^&amp;amp;$%@%&amp;amp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall then carry a refresher around my waist 24-7 and spray at whoever's face if I could smell a stink from their body. Arghhh! Random too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't like people with B.O. Don't they know they have it????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't they place their nose right at their armpit and sniff in the air trapped there? So hard issit? Want me to help????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Tomorrow I shall be at the salon for my usual haircut. It's been a while I've seen my hairstylist. Yawnnn.. Eyelashes covering my cheeks already.. SLEEEEEPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm having an urge to start a new blog....A new start, I guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-7208061456232187809?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7208061456232187809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=7208061456232187809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/7208061456232187809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/7208061456232187809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-1176648762057564832</id><published>2007-08-13T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:47:51.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIKOM PC FAIR 2007!</title><content type='html'>Wheee... am back to blogging after a week.. i think? Anyway, these few days have been very enjoyable, putting aside the fact that I did not touch my books at all..BAHAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just summarize what I did from Friday til yesterday? yes..yesterday, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. PC Fair 2007 was finally here at City Square JB. So, ANY SANE PERSON WOULD SWAMP THERE! I went too.. cause' I'm sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the place after lunch time to avoid the crowd (actually we were late.....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, Tony told us that we only had 1.30 hrs for PC Fair cause' apparently one guy had to rush back for his sports practice. So..yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking..1.30 hrs.....ENOUGH OR NOTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee sin! (oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite being a lil' disappointed by the time limit, we reached CS and i was struck by a worst disappointment. THE PC FAIR WAS A SMALL-SCALE PC FAIR. *sweats til it floods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wadda...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I used only 30 minutes to round up the entire PC Fair. IS THAT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN??????I thought I needed the entire afternoon. Dangggg......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I got myself an Edvan 2gb MP4 for RM148. Quite cheap right? Functions including recording, FM radio, movie, music, games, e-book,...er...that's all..haha.. No camera.. nothing else. NOW I CAN LISTEN TO 98.7 FM (SG radio station).. Yippeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Saturday I went for City Harvest service but we were late for it too. Service was at 5pm and we reached at about 5.30pm. EXPO 8 WAS SO FREAKIN FAR FROM THE CARPARK. Goshhhh.. but the walking was worth it. Hahahaha.. Service was great, but during sermon I was sleepy like anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon : Rhoda, am so sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Rhoda : (jotting down notes) ... me toooo........&lt;br /&gt;Jon : ( DANGGGGGGGGGGGGG )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting Rhoda to give me some motivation to wake up but instead....hahhahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service, Amelia and Rhoda wanted to get bibles from Attributes, and it was not like I had a choice, I had to tail everywhere they go. Hahahaha.. And I found something really nice for somebody from Attributes. Whooooo...! (Actually it's not really that nice.. BUT IT WAS DARN EXPENSIVE OK! Oops..I still owe Amelia SG$4. Oopsie doopsie.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheok Miin drove us back to Skudai and we had our dinner at some "famous" laksa store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told us it was famous but when I tried it, it wasn't really that nice. Perhaps the one in Kemayan Square, Seremban taste better. Hahahah.. but really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN ONLY FIND GOOD FOOD IN SEREMBAN MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef Noodle! Siew Pow! Laksa! Rojak! Yee Poh Lao Shu Fen! Kung Fu Mee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that!!! BEAT THAT WEI! Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Seremban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for CHOJB's sunday service (as usual.. oh yea, it stands for City Harvest Outreach JB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service, all of us went to CS. Apparently the church is in a hotel and the hotel is located right beside CS. Ha! Since PC Fair was still on, the guys went to scout for gadgets but I already gotten mine. so, kinda useless for me to squeeze myself into the stinky crowd again, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I went shopping with Amelia and Rhoda. Hahahaha.. in 3 hrs time, we only visited 3 shops. I know.. you'd probably be going like.."wadda".. yes, as soon as I realised that, my conscience did that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea people, THERE'S SALES IN PADINI!!!!!!! Everybody gooooo!!!!! Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 2 tees and a khakis. So..yea.. that was basically what happened for the passed 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freakin tired now after my fieldwork and there's another 2 more hrs of lecture in...let's say...10 minutes time...yawnnnnnnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop here...Let's hope I could online from my room later.. Yawnnnn again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-1176648762057564832?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1176648762057564832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=1176648762057564832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/1176648762057564832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/1176648762057564832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/pikom-pc-fair-2007.html' title='PIKOM PC FAIR 2007!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-5513359581936536404</id><published>2007-08-07T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:58:40.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.O.P 07</title><content type='html'>Arghhh.. I'm in the library right now and what I'm supposed to do was to copy what I blogged in my room on Microsoft Word and copy it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatelyyyyyyyyyyyy.......! The library's pc do not have Microsoft Word. Wadda.....THROW AWAY THE PC LAR...! Their WordPad or NotePad couldn't even read the format of my file.... double wadda.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggghhh... So anyway, I went for Festival Of Praise in SG and it was awesomeeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went on Saturday but it was fully packed! I tell you, Singaporeans all...dishhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the five of us who went were given special passes and was reserved exclusive seats the next day. So cool, right. We didn't intend to go again on Sunday cause we agreed not to... Bob exceptional. He was keen. He was consistent. And he convinced the driver to go. I was half-hearted and I agreed to. Rhoda tagged along. Amelia wasn't really keen at first but after much persuasion and dragged God into the picture, she came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha...! Sorry God. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Amelia is in her final year, she was stuffed with millions of assignments and God-knows what she has to do, so what I told her was simply "now is the time to trust God, Amelia. Besides, YOU GET TO SEE DELIRIOUS? AND DON MOEN LIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolness, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang who went on Saturday went again on Sunday. SAME GANG! SAME SEATINGS IN THE CAR. DIFFERENT ATTIRE. (of course, we all bathe don't we, ahem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time fellowshipping with one another and had the best time joking around. I tell you, these are the people you wanna meet man...! Tony, Bob, Amelia and Rhoda. Woohoo..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But poor Tony, he had to drive on both nights. Since I suck at manual cars, and I guess Tony wasn't feeling quite secured letting someone else to drive his car. So....yea...he drove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting City Harvest's latest album soon... Yeeeha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, F.O.P was great....! Tks Delirious? ..! Tks Don Moen..! Tks Pas. Phil..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Sorry guys, I couldn't get any pics for F.O.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-5513359581936536404?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5513359581936536404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=5513359581936536404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/5513359581936536404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/5513359581936536404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/fop-07.html' title='F.O.P 07'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-3720340938116448544</id><published>2007-08-02T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:03:28.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh....</title><content type='html'>I'm now at the infamous virus reservoir in UTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, right? Hahahahaha...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....IT'S BLOODY SNOWING.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need a coat, or a sweater, or any thick jackets...! it's freezing in here and I'm half dead. *drops dead on the ground*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are so cold, and miraculously they are able to function so damn well. I'm typing at a speed unknown to myself before this. Crap, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm so so so excited that I'm going to Singapore this Saturday. Really.. And for free! FOR REAL!!!!!!!!! You try doing that, unless you swim over there, and even that, you'll probably get caught by the customs, bribe them (oops...!) and voila, you get to come back to polluted Malaysia...that proves that you've gotta pay as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT MINE IS FREE!!!! FREE!!!! FREE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, City Harvest rocks..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoooo.... Let's all do the waikiki danceeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how to? I'll bloody teach you how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still superbly cold. Oh well, time to go back to my room and get bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, HI TO ALL FROM SEREMBANNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-3720340938116448544?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3720340938116448544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=3720340938116448544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3720340938116448544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3720340938116448544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/uh-huh.html' title='Uh huh....'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-2492308992689608269</id><published>2007-07-31T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:47:45.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Absurd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally absurd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I can access to almost every webpage (almost) in my room with the wireless connection but not &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;blogger.com&lt;/a&gt; ... Arghhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blog from my room unless I type in Microsoft Word, save it in my pendrive, and bring it over to the library to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so freakin irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm at the library right now, using the free service here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yea, they use OS Windows 2000. &amp;$*%^&amp;amp;^^%#^&amp;*&amp;amp;(* !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inhale exhale inhale exhale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I actually get to go back to my hometown this weekend but then I've like got so many things to be present at. Don't wanna miss out anything. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I'll be having AIESEC meeting during evening, night Cell group meeting, Friday night - City Harvest's cell group, Saturday - SINGAPOREEEEEEEE, Festival of Praise 2007, Sunday - City Harvest Outreach JB's first anniversary (Metamorphosis)... Wowwwwwwwww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agenda for this week man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I told my mum two days ago I needed my passport to get my bums to SG for the Christian event, AND SHE CAME OVER (ALL THE WAY TO JB) WITH DAD AND GAVE ME MY PASSPORT. How touching!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOUR PARENTS WOULD DO THAT...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolonglah...Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Dad got a new car. Though not really a new car in the sense that it's new, well, it's new to me - the sense that we do not own one before this. Geddit?????? Why you so dumb wan...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie. Class starting at 2pm. Geography. Yawnnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update blog sometime soon ok.. Can't wait to attend the Christian events..! Gonna be so damn exciting..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-2492308992689608269?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2492308992689608269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=2492308992689608269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2492308992689608269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2492308992689608269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-3015725290544848623</id><published>2007-07-13T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:20:21.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary (Orientation Week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoIntenseReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30/6/07 – 7.05pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just had the most miserable dinner I’ve ever had in my entire life. Considering I’m only 20 years of age, yes, this is the most miserable, pathetic, pukable dinner I’ve ever had.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The university I’ve just enrolled into promised food for a week. 4 meals a day. You might think it’s a good thing. NOT! Free food? More like…FREE TRASH… INTO YOUR MOUTH! =(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They serve you rough chickens, spoiled vegetables, hard rice, and rotten bananas (My 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; meal). Help me think what they’ll serve tomorrow morning. =(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And also, I ate alone. Everybody seems to have their own cliques. They came with their friends? Where are my friendsssss?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss my gang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m staying like so freaking far from 2 of my friends who are to study in UTM as well. According to Li Hwa (one of the two), her residential college is not too far away from mine. Really? You gotta be kidding me. I’ve to take a 5minutes stroll to the dinner tent man. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve got nobody to talk to. Seriously. My roommate is not here yet (I think). If he does not arrive tomorrow, I’ll be staying alone for my entire semester.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During dinner, the facilitators told us to get ready ourselves for a lesson on morality since the Muslims are going for their usual prayers(routine). Wait. I don’t look innocent enough? I received the “Most well-mannered student” award not too long ago, ok!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t get online from my room. Not anywhere else too (Not that I know of). I’ve got no idea where the heck is the cyber café (Excuse me, you expect me to check out the place alone? Walk alone? Like an idiot? No thanks. Unless I own the university. Hahaha! Then I’ll walk EVERYWHERE showing them whose boss!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss my ADSL router.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mattress stinks. The smell soaked through my bed sheet and releases this horrendous stink. How am I supposed to sleep tonight???? I brought a big fat pillow and I’ve a feeling I’ll be tossing from left to right later tonight. Cause’ I’m only used to my flat flat flat pillow. It’s almost non-existent. Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss my pillow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not only that, the room stinks! I think it’s probably because of the mattresses. Sighs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss AmbiPur.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During registration, we were supposed to take a photo for our student cards. Guess what, the stupid photographer couldn’t count properly. He counted “satu, dua…” AND FREAKUM STOPPED. Any normal human being would just get up from the seat isn’t it? Unfortunately the camera hasn’t snapped the picture yet. I partially got up and when I saw the flash light, I immediately fall back to the seat and out came a horrible horrible horrible picture with me having tiny eyes and super large head. =(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss Seremban photographers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s 7.26pm now. And I’m expected to wear my white shirt, again. I wore it the whole day with my sweat all over and now I’ve to wear it again for the moral lesson at 8pm. Thank goodness I brought perfume. Sighs. Not forgetting, we’ve to wear it tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. For the entire week to be exact. So… I don’t get to wash my white shirt – which I only have one, the other is white but with funky stripes, not quite appropriate? -. People nowadays really don’t think how people feel. Insensitive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss rational humans.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Couldn’t locate any chicks just yet. =). Good news Seremban-ies! You girls are still the best. NOT! Hahaha! I was too depressed to check out the girls. Thought I glanced through but still…sighsssss…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss Seremban.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll go get ready now. Will try to blog again if I’ve time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss my 4-months-bum-around-holiday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sobs…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoIntenseReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1/7/2007 – 11.37pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet another busy day filled with lessons on ridiculous childish cheers, and games.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve got no time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I woke up at 5.15am and had to be ready by 5.55am. Sighs. This is going to happen again tomorrow morning- which is like 5 hours from now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were told by the facilitators that by filling up our schedules with all these talks, games and etc, we won’t have the time to miss home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmm… Kinda true also in a sense.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I almost fell asleep when the Head of my Residential College gave his speech. I was so bloody tired, can.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In fact, I am now too. So, I’m just gonna stop writing here. Good night everyone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoIntenseReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2/7/07 – 3.11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guess where am I now! I’m in the damn hall and I’m so so so bored. Really! I actually sent an SMS to everybody (my gang) and all of them seem to be having the same fate. Hahaha.. When I look to the left, my room neighbor is sleeping soundly. Right, my new-found friend is sleeping (that also because he is sick – which I doubt =P). When I turn to the back, the ENTIRE FCKING ROW IS SLEEPING!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The seniors/facilitators etc seem to be blind. When I was having my map just now, I got warned. LOOK WHAT’S HAPPENING NOW AND THEY ARE NOT DOING ANYTHING. I think the reason is because I’m Chinese. Before I enter this varsity, I have NEVER..(repeat)..NEVER SEEN SO MANY MALAYS IN MY LIFE. It’s crazy I tell you! I’m feel like minority here. Well, I am. Hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m laughing to myself like a freaking mad ass because the one in front of me is having a hard time trying to sleep comfortably. Not like he can. But he’s really trying. Hahaha! His head keeps hitting the back rest. SO DAMN FUNNY! Pity, pity….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t wait for my lectures to begin. Can’t wait to step into my faculty knowing I’m one of the smart, top ones. Whee whaaa whuu….. Seriously! I asked around, my course mates’ CGPA are mostly lower than 2.5. Wtf right? I didn’t mention all. Just most. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Good! LOL. Then I’ll get to be one of the best in my course. I can excel! Yay! (Finally!) LOL.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you know very few Chinese speaks English here! They may or may not understand too! Sometimes. Or rather, MOST OF THE TIME. I feel so damn depressed man. I CAN’T SPEAK ENGLISH HERE!!! Except to a few facilitators. If I stay here for a little while more, I’d be so freaking Chinese oriented. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need to meet people from Christian Fellowship! I HOPE CF MEMBERS SPEAK ENGLISH! Gosh, if not I’ll just faint man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the walking is killing me. We (the first year freshies) are required to walk to the gathering hall from our residential college. Guess how long it takes… 15-20 minutes. Today alone, I’ve to take this path for 6 bloody times. &gt;=(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can God just provide me with wings? Then I can just fcking fly there man. Land myself on the “big onion” , give it a few stomp, then enter the hall. =P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My legs would just break off from my pelvis if you ask me to do this everyday. What? You wanna try? I’ll be glad to let you experience it.. Hmph..!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the sign of irrational planning, illogical schedule, insanity, and undeniably wrong to the core~! I guess I’ll go take a nap hoping nobody disturbs me. Stupid speaker still mumbling on the stage. Sighsss… “OI LU BANYAK AIR LIUR ARH!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoIntenseReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4/7/07 – 4.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sighs… Just got back from the dumb gathering by the college’s administrative team. And they asked us to get to the futsal area at 4.45pm for exercises. I TELL YOU, I’M GONNA DIE SOON!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They can’t even let us bloody rest for a while. Sob sob… Yesterday I received an SMS from Huey Yi at 8.06am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Omg. I woke up at 4 today! Who wakes up at 4.argh.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At least I could sleep to 5.15am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This week is madness for all university freshies. Poor facilitators also lar, cause’ they have to tag along with all these programs too..! But they are the ones having fun making fun of us. WAIT LAR! NEXT YEAR MUA’S TURN! Mwahahahahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sweated profusely just now after all the walking, uphill, downhill, million steps stairs, walk from north to south, east to west, heaven to hell (oops!)…so now, I’m all stickyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everybody seems to be worried of their PTPTN loan. This I’ve to thank God cause’ I received an SMS saying my application was approved. Cool. Now what I’ve to do is to print billion pages form, duplicate billion copies, get them filled up, and pass it to the loan people. What’s next? That, you’ve to wait till I check my bank account. Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can’t wait to get my own camera!!!! Whee whaa whuuu!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I realized I can’t go back to my hometown this weekend cause’ I’ll be having orientation until Saturday night! And I believe it won’t be “early” night, more like…”pass midnight” kinda night. Sob sob… I’d be free on Sunday. My class starts next Monday. I’m quite excited about it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But come to think of it, I should be excited. I’ve to be in the field from 7am till 2pm man. Goshhhh.. Worst yet, Monday is “Smart Day” where everyone has to dress up formally. NUTS!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d be sweating..and sweating..and sweating..till Jesus comes back. Arghhhh! Can you imagine!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m gonna cry man!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now, I’ve to go get ready for the exercise session. Damn stupid lar…! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THANK GOODNESS IT’S ALREADY WEDNESDAY! 3 more miserable days like this and I’m free!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss Seremban so so so much…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoIntenseReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5/7/07 – 1.17pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just got back from lunch and super duper sleepy right now. As I’m typing this, the Muslims’ are having their prayer. I’m getting used to it I guess. Not like I have a choice after all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just now clubs and associations in the university had booths and counters for fellow freshies to stop by, and enquire about signing up for respective clubs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t know what club to join and decided I shall give it a try for the Council of Students’ Representative. So nice right if I get picked. IF I GET PICKED THAT IS. I saw the chart of the committee board and realized out of 30 committees, there are only 2 Chinese. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHAT????????????&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Weird right..! Even though we are the minority but we are not weak at all!!!! It’s ok. Vote for me you Chinese-speaking Chinese, and I shall make the race proud. (As if so patriotic..hahaha!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I received a few small notes from a few freshies too. Mainly girls. Ahem. Yea yea..I know.. What to do right.. HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would like to thank those who wrote them to me but if you’re only thinking of jotting down&lt;br /&gt;“nice to meet you” then you can gnd! LOL. WHO WRITES MESSAGES LIKE THAT?????&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At least lar say I’m good looking, great fashion sense all… Haiyah..What so hard! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shall go take a short nap now because I’ll be having another function at 3pm. I’m really dying I tell you. EXHAUSTINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TWO MORE FREAKIN DAYS THEN I’M FREE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sundayyyyyyyyy!!!!!!! Wheeeeeeee…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoIntenseReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6/7/07 – 12.12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here I am again..! Another few more minutes till lunch time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I got really disappointed just now cause a while ago, they announced the list of the freshies who got into the college’s choir group after the screen test the other day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t get in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was very, very, very shocked. 1stly, I was from choir during high school and I won singing competitions before. It’s ridiculous!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want Pak Herman to re-examine my voice!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MY DAD SINGS FOR GOODNESS SAKE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I SING TOO!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;=(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m definitely not happy about this. During the screen test, I was the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; to be tested, and tested in a very different way when I interrogated the other choir members.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate the situation I’m in right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel so rejected!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friend asked me whether I’m disappointed and I told him I’m not. I do not want to show that I’m desperate to join the choir. I’m not actually..!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just wanna prove to the public that I CAN SING! AND DO AS WELL IN MY STUDIES!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So anyway, I’m gonna drop this for a while. The talk just now was about co-curiculum activities and they actually have “Asas Membuat Pakaian”. I WANNA JOIN I WANNA JOIN!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanna learn how to sew pants inspired by Giordano. Hahahahaha! Here comes “Jiordano”!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other than that, joining Taek Kwan Do won’t hurt either. Wheee!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can kick ass, be top in class and SEW CLOTHES!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hahahahahahahahahaah!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know you’re jealous!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, I’m off to lunch now. Be right back ~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoIntenseReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7/7/07 – 4.38pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;DO YOU KNOW TODAY IS A VERY SPECIAL DAY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;IT’S 07-07-07!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow. So nice, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, regarding the sour choir thingy that happened yesterday, I gathered my guts and went on to meet UTM’s songbird, Pak Herman.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I asked him to re-examine my voice and he agreed to do it. But the day before, he sent me this SMS: Kadang diri sendiri rasa boleh nyanyi, tapi dah test dgn keyboard suara flat atau out pitching.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OH PLUESEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;IN YOUR FACE!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He tested me with the keyboard again and VOILA, I made it..excellently!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why did I wanna do this is because firstly, I know I can sing. And secondly, it was Jaslene from ANTM (America’s next top model) cycle 8 that inspired me to do so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She was kicked out during cycle 7 at first stage. When she came back for cycle 8, she became the winner of ANTM. So, it proved that if you strongly believe you’re good at something, go ahead with it..!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyhow, that’s over and I’m required to do choir performance on the stage later in the night. Yawn!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told Huey Yi I wanna join the club that teaches students how to sew clothes and she replied me: You’re a guy la! Why learn how to sew, learn how to watch porn or something. Oh wait, you do watch porn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;VERY FUNNY YA HUEY YI..!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wheeeeee… It’s a good day to praise the Lord!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m still thinking whether I should go to Pas. Kelvin Sim’s church or City Harvest Church JB. WHICH ONE??????????????????????????????????????????? I’m so confused lar…!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess CHCJB. Hehehehe…!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll go take a short nap now. Damn sleepy…….yawnnnnnnnnnn….The last day of my orientation. Yayyyy! It’s gonna be a long night I tell you…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoIntenseReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8/7/07 – 2.09am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toldja it’s gonna be a long night. Phew……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just received a good news, I’m gonna get my first cocurriculum certificate in UTM. So cool right? It’s gonna be given by the college’s choir team. I think. Or issit under Choir UTM??????? Omg! Really?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wheeee waaaa wuuuuu…..!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanna eat cup mee larrrrrr! But I got no hot boiling water. Damnnnn…!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So now I’m munching on Munchy’s Choco cookies. Not exactly “nyum nyum”.. but it’s okay…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Huey Yi told me she’s gonna be on RTM earlier. WTF? Plueese ya hy! I’M GONNA BE ON CNN K! Hahahaha….!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m gonna be super free free free tomorrow. Wahahahhaha.. No more orientation…! Yay!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow I’ve to prepare myself for Monday’s class so I don’t go super duper messy. I received so much of pamphlets and brochures this week man. So I’ve to tidy up, plan everything properly. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I’ll go have my rest now. So so so tired…………zzzzzz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoIntenseReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10/7/07 – 11.28pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oops.. I’ve have not been blogging for 3 days now.. Hahahahaha! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was too overwhelmed by my surroundings but 1stly is of course the tiny miny Jusco I went near my university. IT’S SO FREAKIN’ SMALL OK! It’s even smaller than Seremban’s! And I thought Seremban’s is small enough. Gosh man. But at least they have got some top brands like Soda, Body Glove, HP etc. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But overall, it’s SMALL! Maybe I set my expectation too high. Hahaha! Not quite achievable huh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second factor is because I was sick. I fell ill. Do you even know how pitiful it is to fall sick when you’re far away from home??????????????? Do you? Do you?????????? LOL…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The 3 Panadols I brought finished in a blink of an eye (snap fingers). The Colostrum tablets I brought, kong! Can imagine! Until now, I’m still sick! I’m coughing like mad and I’m having major sore throat. I couldn’t even sing properly for choir practice a while ago.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a pain!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s all I guess. Haahaha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And also, I’m interested in getting myself a HP iPAQ 510 Voice Messenger. I think the price is at RM1000+/- . I saw at the Mini-Jusco selling for RM999. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pls do advice me on whether to get this handset or not. Advice makes you wise!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I finally could online today at the library. Praise the Lord! After 10 days! My email inbox was flooded with 80 new mails! I had to delete all of the spam emails. (click click click)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The thought of going back to Seremban makes me jolly! This Friday! Yay yay!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My heart goes all out to those who can’t return back to their hometown. Poor thing poor thing. Ahhhhh~ whatever! Aku nak balik! Aku nak kahwin! (Oops!) Aku yang terhebat! Aku mantap! Aku dari Kolej Sebelas..! Woooohoooo…. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ok! I’m tired right now, so, I’ll try to blog again tomorrow. Night’ all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-3015725290544848623?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3015725290544848623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=3015725290544848623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3015725290544848623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3015725290544848623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/diary-orientation-week.html' title='Diary (Orientation Week)'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-2288325915260904141</id><published>2007-06-28T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:26:30.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Partner Survey</title><content type='html'>Sorry. I got bored of packing my luggages. I only have like 2 more days till I leave my home town. Boo hoo hoo.... And I happened to stumble upon this bulletin in &lt;a href="http://friendster.com"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; and found that it's quite interesting. There ya go..the bulletin..now personalized by me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How tall should they be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as she's shorter than I am. Ahem.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What should they weigh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. here I go again.. As long as they are not over-weight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What hair color should they have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color that are appropriate TO ME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of personality should they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-aggressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Older or younger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger.. Duhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious or carefree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pinch of both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spontaneous or hesitant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous! Cheeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brutally honest or tight-lipped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-honest.. lol.. I might not be able to handle the whole truth..so ...yea..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful or intelligent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent.. Anybody can provide me a plastic surgeon's contact number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie or a restuarnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie.. You can do more stuffs in the dark... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What film actor/actress should they most be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr.... Jessica Alba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What singer should they most be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should they make all the money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should make all the money. She gets to keep some.. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do they need to cook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must at least KNOW how to cook. Simple dishes and be conscious enough to learn it from the cook book. Ahem.. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is their best body part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair. Hair can do wonders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What body part do you not care about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her legs. Long skirts can cover all the way down. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desk job or physical labour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desk job. Duhhhh! Her hands must be delicate ok! And tender.. And smooth.. And fair.. Not-wrinkled.. Ohhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What car should they drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What one thing completely turns you off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulgarities and smoking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What one thing completely turns you on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;AUTHOR : I might change my mind in a few hours time. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-2288325915260904141?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2288325915260904141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=2288325915260904141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2288325915260904141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2288325915260904141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/perfect-partner-survey.html' title='Perfect Partner Survey'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-3411872362992145102</id><published>2007-06-26T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T01:44:10.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burp</title><content type='html'>After yesterday night, it has come to my senses that, I have totally no idea who is being real, who's not ; who is superficial, who's not; who is being two-faced, who's not; who's being a backstabber, who's not; who's being down to earth, who's not; who's telling the truth, who's not; who's lying straight to your face, who's not; who's being deceptive, who's not; who's gonna be driving a BMW, who's not (oops..ME!.. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really wanna thank God that I have friends (NOT ALL) who would be truthful, telling me right from wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-3411872362992145102?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3411872362992145102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=3411872362992145102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3411872362992145102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3411872362992145102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/burp.html' title='Burp'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-5039074543907294101</id><published>2007-06-20T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:01:12.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consideration and decision</title><content type='html'>After considering hard and long, all the shopping I did yesterday (and those yet to come), I've decided, to just go ahead with what have been set by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through the subjects I've to take and realised..I DON'T KNOW ANY!!!! Hahaha..!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RnixcvElHkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A6PFVMpmRPQ/s1600-h/subs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RnixcvElHkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A6PFVMpmRPQ/s400/subs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078003687090363970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G.I.S stands for Geographic Information Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've no idea what is ahead of me, and I'm gonna take some risk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about taking risk, isn't it? If not, it would be pretty boring, WHY NOT GO BECOME A BEGGAR THEN! Every expection is just RM10? Do you think beggars earn more than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some told me : Eh! Don't go study something you don't even know what it's about! Don't waste your $$$, time and bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professionals told me : Hey! That's a course with very good prospect! You're fortunate! Go ahead! It's a professional course and you'll surely be getting a job way before you even graduate..! In fact, UTM is a good university!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would you listen to, if you were me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "drive a BMW by 30" goal still stands ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, exciting, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoinformatics is the art and science of gathering, processing, managing and disseminating spatial and attribute data of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what on Pluto they are talking about..but heck, it sounds interesting! NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go to PM and tell him, "Hey! After doing much research, I've proof to believe that Petronas Twin towers is gonna fall...AGAIN! hahaha!". Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told graduates from UTM are mostly all employed and fortunate ones have been invited to work overseas (UK!). So, please, let me go! Hahaha.. I'm gonna study GEOINFORMATICS! And nothing in this world, can stop me now! Unless God decides to make US drop a Hiroshima bomb on Malaysia, then end of the world, Jesus' 2nd coming back, and I'm off the heaven. Needless to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that sound like a great plan? Then I get to club in heaven!  Hahaha! Boo, Maison! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first thought, I was expecting some sorta mental rehabilitation because I was totally depress when I saw my UPU result, reminded me of the time when I got my STPM result. VERY DEPRESSING! Pick up smoking lar..hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thinking and advices from people around me, wadda heck do I have to be depress about? If I take up mass comm, there won't be any confirmation or assurance I'll be getting a job or whatsoever right after I graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've come to a decision, that I, Jonathan Wong, shall take chances, by taking up this course, I have no idea about, and make full use out of it with the strength that God will place on me, having faith that I CAN MAKE IT IN LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I talk like Bush now. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many things to do right now. Among those included are, reading the damn student manual; fill in forms (A LOT OF FORMS MIND YOU); buying new pillowcases, blanket,etc; study a bit of Geography 1st; get mentally prepared; dadadada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've got my birthday coming up! Only 2Days away! Eh, I saw the cK perfume which I like. LOL. I don't want Ralph Lauren Polo Black perfume anymore. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a Topman sling bag and a new pair of shoes yesterday! Niceeeeee..! I wanted to get  a FCUK bag though. Guess what happened... we kept seeing this white guy with the FCUK bag which I wanted (half heartedly). I think it's a sign. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I've to go to Johore, all by myself! Wth?!?!?! Nobody to chat with, nobody to share my complaints to, can't show off my bag to anyone....sighs.....anyway, I should get going now, have to read thru my manuals.. Oh lord.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rambut pelajar lelaki mestilah tidah melebihi atau mencecah kolar baju kemeja biasa, tidak menutup telinga dan tidak sampai menutup kening............"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-5039074543907294101?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5039074543907294101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=5039074543907294101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/5039074543907294101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/5039074543907294101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/consideration-and-decision.html' title='Consideration and decision'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RnixcvElHkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A6PFVMpmRPQ/s72-c/subs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-3570674951161814402</id><published>2007-06-18T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:45:44.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cruelty to animals'/><title type='text'>The world is unfair..</title><content type='html'>I WANT JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why I'm so angry...... Just let me have a second to cool down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....is because.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THEY FUCKIN' SEND ME TO SOME FUCKIN' UNIVERSITY TO STUDY SOME FUCKIN' COURSE...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KNNBCCB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg...!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RnYkEfElHjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1XkgnA2lwjU/s1600-h/utm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RnYkEfElHjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1XkgnA2lwjU/s400/utm.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077285289385598514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(University Teknologi Malaysia - Geoinformatics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is certainly NOT somewhere I wanna go, and definitely NOT what I wanna study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS GEOINFORMATICS ANYWAY?????????????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even understand what the shit they were trying to explain about in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geoinformatics"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to wonder whether they were hardcore-blind because I remember putting "Advertising" as my 1st five choices, and the rest were all gotta do with arts/graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WADDA FUCK MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends got like.. their 2nd choice...3rd choice...and me? NOT EVEN SLIGHT CONNECTION WITH WHAT I APPLIED FOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really, really angry!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh? Why? Cause' some of my friends are complaining about the university they have been sent to.. Isn't the most important thing is the course????????????? I would be bloody glad if they send me to University Malaysia Sabah - Mass Communication. And here are some of them, saying "no way" and all the bullshit. Please. Do you really want to see me fly you to Pluto? Should be thankful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to be thankful about! So, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep your fuckin' mouth shut before I shut it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was told, to appeal, I've to study the subject for one whole year 1st. ONE WHOLE YEAR?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S LIKE 12 MONTHS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT ME TO WASTE MY TIME JUST LIKE THAT???????????????? *snap fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T THEY JUST PICK FROM THE 8 CHOICES I SENT IN????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T EVEN MIND IF THEY SEND ME TO SABAH, BUT AT LEAST GIMME THE COURSE I WANT LAR...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it lar.. that's all for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY..don't speak to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AUTHOR: Pardon the language in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-3570674951161814402?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3570674951161814402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=3570674951161814402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3570674951161814402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3570674951161814402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/world-is-unfair.html' title='The world is unfair..'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RnYkEfElHjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1XkgnA2lwjU/s72-c/utm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-3391334981768360234</id><published>2007-06-15T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:09:36.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Trip to PD</title><content type='html'>3days ago, I was sick and lied on my bed as if it's my death bed. I almost passed out in the washroom twice in a day man. Please imagine how ill I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got better the next day, I joined my gang for a trip to Port Dickson. Just 30 minutes drive away from my hometown. Accommodation was free, so I thought the place would be quite sucky. However, it turned out to be a comfortable place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to Yap for fixing the air conditioner in one of the rooms (the guys' room). Phew! If not, we would have died of stuffiness and all the sweating. Plus, I hasn't recover just yet. Uh huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened since we reach the place around 4pm. I can't take my usual cat nap. So, I stared at the ceiling and fantasized of the fan making love with the pendaflour light. =). AIN'T THAT SICK, K! My friends (mainly one) started cleaning up the place. But with the way she did the job, I won't wanna hire her as my maid. LOL. Oops..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, they played card games where I'm completely retard in. "Chuo Dai Di". WTF is CDD le?! I never get CDD by the way. We should demolish CDD! Hahaha! Reason? Isn't it obvious? Cause' I don't know how to play? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kelly, now I'm addicted to the song "Umbrella"  by Rihanna. All your freakin' fault, Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RnKCYvElHhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H6VK9RQHolQ/s1600-h/DSC05248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RnKCYvElHhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H6VK9RQHolQ/s400/DSC05248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076263091464117778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the beach : (From left) LingLing, Kelz, Yuan, Siew, Boey, Hui Foong, Me and Yap.&lt;br /&gt;Photographer : Willyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kelly told us something really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach at about 10.30pm and casually strolling (We did not go to Bayu Beach- which has helluva nicer sands- because it was too dark.. =.=) with a bit of fright because there were thunder and lightning, as if a storm is coming. Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly : EH! Look. *Points to one of the hotel rooms*&lt;br /&gt;Us : What? What?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly : Look! They are having sex. Spot the movements.&lt;br /&gt;Us : Stop peeking at people having sex can arh?!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly : How can anyone have sex now? It's gonna rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? Hahaha! Does rain has anything connection with sexual mood? So silly man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we played a few games, get drunk with Chiva's and Carlsberg, and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I TELL YOU, just because I was a bit slow at the beginning of the game, doesn't mean I have extraordinary aura's that could make you lose at games ok! So please, don't freakin' blame your stupidity on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time for me to get into the mood what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing the "Waikiki" dance, I stepped down from my "loser throne". Hahaha! Hey, you guys who are heading to Genting, better start practicing your dance. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about the trip I guess. Pretty boring, isn't it? LOL. Sorry Audrey, but I really think PD is boring. *Snigger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RnKDYvElHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-RvKyLXDRrw/s1600-h/DSC05271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RnKDYvElHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-RvKyLXDRrw/s400/DSC05271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076264190975745570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Pic: (From left) Boey, Hui Foong, LingLing, Willyson, Yuan, Siew, Yap, and Kelz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photographer : Mua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Adding on, I did not change my hairstyle. Sighs. Mum said it's too radical for university. Ok ok. Let me just fit in first. I wasn't even allowed to bleach my hair man. Can you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; broke anymore. =) But still considered as poor. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday coming soon! I'm all excited! My birthday wish now is to be sent to a good local university. Lub dup, lub dup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-3391334981768360234?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3391334981768360234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=3391334981768360234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3391334981768360234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/3391334981768360234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-to-pd.html' title='Trip to PD'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RnKCYvElHhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H6VK9RQHolQ/s72-c/DSC05248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-1000343001418335044</id><published>2007-06-11T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:46:06.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news shopaholics</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with &lt;a href="http://sadisticbxtch.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Audrey&lt;/a&gt; the other day, and she introduced me to this online boutique that was established by a group of HELP institute students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that it might interest some of you since Audrey already bought 2 outfits from them. Gosh, Audrey! STOP SHOPPING ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here! The majestic link to your all-time (gonna be) favourite website for online shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://llamanotion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Llama Notion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, can someone do something about the model? Oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been seeing a lot of websites like this in Singapore, but never in Malaysia. So, it's about time ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, they just started this website not long ago, so bare with them and I can predict they will showcase more clothes to you guys out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the FAQ's, please refer to the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should drop them an email asking: how come your motto so funny wan har?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You happy, we happy" ..HAHAHAHAHAHA... Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, indulge yourself. Personally, I wanna get that MTV Tee. Damn! White(Red) would be nice. *blink blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a totally unrelated incident, my mum fell into the drain for the 2nd time last week. Outrages? Yes. One happened right behind my house, the other next to my house. Clumsy, clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my dad did was just shouting, screaming, scolding. It's like he was borned with mouths grown all over his body. =.= . It's as if my mum fell into the drain on purpose. Stupedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my mum is a-okay now. Just a few wounds on her feet, and hit her chest as well. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's starting to give me the creeeps again. Cause' I was partly why she fell into the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DRAIN IS FCKIN DEEP OK! I think even if a 190cm fell into the drain, he might not be able to get out on his own. Dad and I got mum outta the drain, though, I had a great laugh with my sis on the way. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st fall was saved by the rubbish bin, yes, she landed on (in?) a rubbish bin. Hilarious, right? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Stop laughing! I don't wanna be the next to park my face in a drain. Zzzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-1000343001418335044?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1000343001418335044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=1000343001418335044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/1000343001418335044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/1000343001418335044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-news-shopaholics.html' title='Good news shopaholics'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-8781632255395627176</id><published>2007-06-09T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:52:44.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some updates</title><content type='html'>Wow! I've been resting (rather nesting) from blogging madness for about a month already. Gosh, time really flies. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This life, is starting to get boring, and pretty much sucks knowing I've not done anything lately. Also that, I'VE NOT ACHIEVED ANYTHING IN LIFE. Ok...fine... Still hoping, praying hard, to be able to afford a bmw by 30. Just you people see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I had this conversation with HY at 4 in the morning few days ago. Man, she was worried that she won't get into a local varsity. Hey, WE SHARE THE SAME WORRY. I mean, after all the trouble of studying in form6 (pain in the ass), we deserve a place? I admit, I didn't do well. Mainly because I didn't strive hard enough. Argh. *bites own flesh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Anyhow, getting pretty bored of the game I'm into actually. The UPU result (announcement of local university) will be about either next week, or next 2 weeks. Oh boy. Where will I be sent to? Oh wait, am I one of the fortunate ones in the first place? We'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the government decides to send me to the university in Sabah (West Malaysia), I think I would go. Kean told me she wouldn't, since she needs to take a sampan for classes, and there will be dinosaurs? Please Kean, you said that! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;For crying out loud, I WANNA STUDY IN KL! Wu wu wu... I wanna experience city life and how people fight among each other to get to the top. I'm talking about politics, and I hope I can manage them well. Hmmm. And by the way, EVERYWHERE HAS POLITICS! Even your mo**er ***king home has politics. (I hate dad, oops...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, been hanging out with Rachel and Audrey and realised, man, people do change. For better or for worse, that's none of my business (or your's). As long as they still treat you as friends and we can still sit down at a table, sipping at our respective Starbucks beverages, it's all good. AND CARAMEL MACCHIATO IS NICE OK! ****!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So.... another 11 more days and it'll be mua's birthday. Isn't that exciting?????????? LOL. My room will be topping with gifts. Wow! I still remember I threw a birthday bash lasy year. In fact, it was more torturing than fun. The gang had fun of course, but I had to clean up the place. And I still remember it rained. Bloody hell. Not 1-2 hours rain ya. IT RAINED FROM 6PM TO FREAKIN MIDNIGHT! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh....Must ya..! Nevermind, this year around, no birthday parties from me, even if I have one, maybe some place else. NOT MY HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, if my house is as big as Adrian's and I have like 3 ***king maids, I'll throw a party every single month man (If not, EVERY WEEKEND)! You want cocktail? Sure! Drown yourself in it! But for now (ahem), cock got, tail also got. =) Oh sorry. 18sx. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And I think I'm finally gonna have a major hair make over!!!!! HAHAHAHA.. Was just thinkin about it during my bath and thought of.. Why not I remove both sides of my hair leaving the top part, pushing all to the back. Wow, ya??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RmqtK_ElHfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DxS4oKu1ljY/s1600-h/current.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RmqtK_ElHfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DxS4oKu1ljY/s400/current.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074058334427225586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RmqtfPElHgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aYaXsaciMSY/s1600-h/wanna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RmqtfPElHgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aYaXsaciMSY/s400/wanna.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074058682319576578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;(Just for your information, if you think that's a middle finger, you're absolutely wrong. I was trying to make it look like he's crossing his fingers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cross fingers??? You never know how your hair will end up becoming because imagination and reality do clash sometimes. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, the "wanna" pic looks like he's wearing a crown! LOL. I don't know how to really draw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a revolution! Hahaha! Not evolution. That I don't need. LOL. Enough playing safe for once. I've to bleach my hair again. Oh dear, my hair is damaging. Well, I've to wait for my FREAKING COMMISION TO START FLOWING INTO MY BANK ACCOUNT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf right! So long for the agency to bank in the money! I'M BROKE TO THE CORE MAN! And I need to get so many stuffs before I really step into the world of higher education! It's a competition! Hahaha! And I need my equipments.. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be Mr.Nice Guy anymore (not like I was once). LOL. Anyway, all the best to you guys who are anticipating to enter university too. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, me, rachel, and audrey came to a conclusion that, most rich people are stingy people. Oops? Hope that doesn't hurt too much..! Kiss my... *tut*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off....&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/23923971-8781632255395627176?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8781632255395627176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=8781632255395627176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/8781632255395627176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/8781632255395627176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-updates.html' title='Some updates'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RmqtK_ElHfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DxS4oKu1ljY/s72-c/current.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-6336868500181371871</id><published>2007-05-12T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T03:10:07.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What nonsense...</title><content type='html'>Many things happened lately but I'm just gonna highlight on my grandfather's shop which got burned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the sundry shop was passed down to my uncle ever since grandpa went to be with the Lord. UNFORTUNATELY, now it turned into ashes. Blood, sweat, commitment, love, workmanship, all gone down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire started at 4am according to the news and spreaded from the shop beside my uncle's. Apparently the shop was owned by a loan shark. So, you could have guessed what actually happened. Yadda, yadda, all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firemen came half an hour late and that wasn't all. THERE WERE NO WATER SUPPLY. Wtffffffffff?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you supposed to put out the fire without water? Omg. I saw the news report on T.V and they literally showed that there were little or no water coming out from the hose. Ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna express my deepest frustration towards Malaysia's efficiency at this. I got shocked the morning I woke up and was told of this tragic incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a whole different story if the firemen actually arrived on time (like within 10 minutes? -please! It was 4am! I doubt there were traffic jams.) and tried their very best to put out the fire WITH WATER. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the song playing now is "Play with Fire" by Hilary Duff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Audrey? Duff still reminds me of you. Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like the song? How come? Nevermind. Whatever it is, Duff still looks hot. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I feel like it, I might tell you something interesting in the next post. It might get you on your nerves or might not. Hahahaha. Till then.. Enjoy the song. It's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/v_N4ikJw71"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/v_N4ikJw71" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-6336868500181371871?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6336868500181371871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=6336868500181371871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/6336868500181371871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/6336868500181371871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-nonsense.html' title='What nonsense...'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-2291451434846588932</id><published>2007-05-03T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T02:56:01.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischellaneous'/><title type='text'>Currently...</title><content type='html'>This post will be some sorta survey created by me, for me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..currently...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTHING. Seriously, nothing. And if you ask any Canton, they would tell you they are doing some measurements at home. Right.... Too bad, I don't do that kinda kuli job. Currently sniffing for job vacancies until July. Guess I'll be bumming at home till I receive the letter from Gov. regarding my university posting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the way,  I've been staring at my laptop for about 10 hours per day just playing  an online game  (Maple Story).  I  assure you once you get the hang of it, you'll never stop playing and get totally hooked to it. That's how incredible games are!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 318px; height: 445px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/191/9/d/Maple_Story_Comic_Cover_by_erie.jpg" border="0" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...currently...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm. I'm hoping to get 5 things to feed my pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A good quality camera with 6.0/7.0 Megapixels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A fashionable cap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A sporty slash proffesional bag. I need to go to KLCC!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A perfume which last once sprayed. My current perfume won't last long. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. A sunglasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE! And my birthday is getting nearer day by day! HAHAHAHA! Kidding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...currently...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;READING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A book lend to me by Leonard (Thanks!)...&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 207px; height: 280px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.equippingthechurch.co.uk/images/a-picmain/1578569834.jpg" border="0" height="497" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a slow reader, so do give me some time ya Leo. It's a great book considering I've only read about 20 pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just share something with all of you. It's called the "Kenny's Code".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-There is no such thing as "later" with God, only &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-There is no such thing as playing both sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-There is no such thing as lies without consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-There is no such thing as a real God without a real devil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-There is no such thing as "I know better" when there's God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-There is no such thing as a good conscience without the Holy Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-There is no such thing as a relationship with God without communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-There is no such thing as getting hurt by others and not needing to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-There is no such thing as a bloody Saviour and a lazy believer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So true, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...currently...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;USING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dell of course! Inspiron 6400! Oh Gosh! My Precioussss...My Love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. I'm pretty lazy to do the recording of myself saying "I got my Dell, where's yours?" *wink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. Good publicity for Dell though. Probably later, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make up for that, here are the specifications I got it running inside my laptop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-2GB 533MHz DDR2 SDRam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Intel Core2Duo Processor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Genuine Windows XP Home Edition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-120GB of Hard Disk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-256MB NVIDIA GeForce Go 7300&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Internal 8x DVD+/-RW Combination drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-15.4" screen with True Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Intel Centrino (Can you believe it that this term has been made a big fuss in Singapore?Seriously!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess there's not much to talk about anymore because I was kinda turned off when my friend's brother told me ATI is actually one level higher than NVIDIA. Oh Lord, and NVIDIA is more expensive. Damn!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...currently...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SURPRISED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...by Lynne, who told me about her little secret. Sigh.. Big, big, big time surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...currently...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WATCHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/articles/1261349/article_images/borat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Borat! Eh, the movie to some extent is quite funny(well, &lt;em&gt;it is&lt;/em&gt; a comedy) but it was really insulting to most Christians and the movie is totally obsence. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...currently...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRUSTRATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...with Angeline. She went all the way to Kelantan to obtain her diver's license! YES! You didn't read wrongly neither was that a typo. Seriously! She went to get her DIVER'S LICENSE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I most certainly can..dive into my bed! I was borned with that license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's exactly what I'm gonna do now! Zzzz........ Good night everybody.&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/23923971-2291451434846588932?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2291451434846588932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=2291451434846588932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2291451434846588932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2291451434846588932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/currently.html' title='Currently...'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-2693061688167598479</id><published>2007-04-29T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:54:34.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>SCV's Memorable Appreciation Dinner</title><content type='html'>After much dilemma of deciding whether to attend the dinner, I made up my mind and went ahead with it, until now I've not regretted on my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as what I blogged about earlier, the theme of the dinner was "Star Night" and everyone has to dress up like Patrick Starfish walking around chasing people like those from Digi!!!!!!!! Oh sorry, I got carried away. Basically you just have to put on something which has stars either on your face or body. Some people actually drew Stars on their face. You think what! Comet meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops..sorry Virginia..*Giggle madly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there were performance by some of the Taylor's Business School students impersonating the senior hotties, prize giving ceremony and not forgetting the silly games which aims to make you drunk. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the relevant pictures. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat with this bunch of people. From the left :&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058136970783687842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RjIcxpjVBKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/30rlIyuTOnM/s400/pic2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wan Kah, Daniel, Min Jet, Kok Hoe, Eu Jin, Rachel, and mua.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058137593553945778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RjIdV5jVBLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gzKGfg5IXs4/s400/pic3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Hotties of the night: Angie, Mel, Virginia, Kak Nurul, Tyra Banks..sorry..Jamuna, and Slyvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just wondering how come no pictures were taken of the table where the whole happening gang were sitting at. Anyhow, if I didn't remember wrongly, they were : Lindy, Kathryn, Jamie, Edwin, Isaac, Adrian, Melvin, Yan Liang, Cal Vin, Cain and...who else huh.. Sorry, can't recall anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wait..found one..though incomplete..oh well..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058140488361903314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RjIf-ZjVBNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kSKERhTqu8A/s400/pic18.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Here's Yan Liang, Kathryn, Isaac, Cal Vin, Melvin and Adrian (very necessary pose ya...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, there were the VIP's all the way from the Lion City.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058138920698840258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RjIejJjVBMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZJOzD3tGkoc/s400/pic4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seriously cannot tell who the big boss is at this table. Let's just say, they are all equally important. Haha..right............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna upload the pictures where they give out prizes to the best dressed couple, ahem..and also some other motivating prizes which was worth drooling over..OMG..JAMUNA GOT AN iPAQ!!!!! Wait..SLYVIA TOO!!!!!!!! Sigh...And the less eye-catching ones were like Hp's Backpack and Hp's SDRam. *Snigger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, when the dinner was officially over. Some of the crazy, fun, and happening ones stayed back and rocked the rest of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058141909996078306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RjIhRJjVBOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/85I6_lx_5to/s400/pic12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Jamie, Mel, Mua, Cain, Angie, Adrian, Edwin, Yan Liang (Flying Smoocher), Jason, Melvin, Virginia, Lindy and Kathryn. I wonder where's Catherine! Oh..the cameraman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here.. Some of the drunk shots.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058143146946659570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RjIiZJjVBPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2I2zrFJmXmI/s400/pic6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adrian's arm, Jason, Cal Vin (sleeping a.k.a drunk), and Cain. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058143812666590466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RjIi_5jVBQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QUf5C9KNZcA/s400/pic17.bmp" border="0" /&gt;And yes, Virginia, don't think we didn't catch you. Kathryn and Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Tiger, please?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RjRCv5jVBRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4lUuLggjVKc/s1600-h/pic16.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RjRCv5jVBRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4lUuLggjVKc/s400/pic16.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058741672114193682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable Day : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;25/04/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank a number of people namely;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum Virginia &lt;/span&gt;(it's one word, hor!) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kak Nurul&lt;/span&gt;, who had never failed to make me feel that HP is my second home.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian&lt;/span&gt;, who tolerated and offered me half of his room for my stay during my first month until I couldn't tolerate anymore. LOL. And excuse me, F.O.C ok? So, whoever wants a stay in Subang, look for Adrian. No guarantee that you won't lose your "treasure". *Wink&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kok Wee&lt;/span&gt;, for the lifts to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamuna and Slyvia&lt;/span&gt;, who never frust to see my face parked at the side of their cubicle, squating, asking tonnes of questions over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;, for the company until 28th of February. Thank the Lord. Hallelujah. If not I wouldn't have survived!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoke Ping&lt;/span&gt;, for being my ever first buddy. She is petite and cute ok!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yan Liang&lt;/span&gt;, for being my third buddy. He was the one who encouraged me to make calls to customer without fear, though it was really scary. Also, thanks for the ride back to Adrian's the other day.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cain&lt;/span&gt;, for remembering I mixed up Petrol Station and Post Office (Mandarin). EH PLEASE, IT'S QUITE THE SAME, OK! "You Zan Ju" and "You Zeng Ju". YOU CAN'T BLAME ME!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;, for giving me his Centrino customers when he left!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edwin&lt;/span&gt;, for tutoring me some of the minor things about logging orders which either I've forgotten or do not know of. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catherine&lt;/span&gt;, for dragging me back to Bleach. Ha! Awaiting for Episode 124!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng How&lt;/span&gt;, for leaving behind his backlog which contained the bloody f**king customer with the surname "Koh". Now, I've phobia talking to "Koh's". EAT MY ASSHOLE, KOH!&lt;br /&gt;-And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;etc etc&lt;/span&gt;. So many people to thank for their good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, honestly, deeply...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; and I love ya"all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, later on my Dell post, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-2693061688167598479?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2693061688167598479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=2693061688167598479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2693061688167598479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/2693061688167598479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/scvs-memorable-appreciation-dinner.html' title='SCV&apos;s Memorable Appreciation Dinner'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RjIcxpjVBKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/30rlIyuTOnM/s72-c/pic2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-7297018450439945727</id><published>2007-04-24T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:42:28.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dell</title><content type='html'>Hello, hello, hello miserable people!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I'm extremely happy because I'm finally getting my own laptop. And it's not any other ordinary next-door laptop, but one that I customised myself and try not to be jealous alright? Unless you've a Vaio or Toshiba or Fujitsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! My Dell is gonna be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be my honey bunny where I'll hug to sleep every single night, get high with while pooping, spray it with Dettol every hour, wipe till it shines, whoever lays a single dust on it will get multiple punches from me..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must really thank those who have contributed their opinions on this matter for the passed 2days especially Baldwin who has helped me a lot by updating me with last minute upgrades. Yea..sure.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm gonna do now is just sit on my couch for the next 3-4days and wait anxiously for my lappie to arrive at my lap. Isn't that the coolest thing on the surface of this planet?????????????IF NOT...MARS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I blog would be the day I blog with my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you I'll video myself saying, "I've got my Dell. Where's yours?", like those commercials you see on the T.V. and upload it to YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAHAHA....Joy to the world....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy and nobody can make me sad anymore for my entire life..!!! Call me "Auntie Wong" for one thousand times, and I'll just continue kissing your cheeks till they turn red....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, let's hope I get my new phone too this week. Then I can celebrate everything at the same time..! Wheeeee...! *Hops madly in front of the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I didn't know people can get really annoyed if you prompt them to reply you faster when you're chatting with them. Is it really that irritating? Weirdddddd............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....DELL!!!!!!!! MY PRECIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-7297018450439945727?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7297018450439945727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=7297018450439945727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/7297018450439945727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/7297018450439945727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-dell.html' title='My Dell'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-1425275836919887803</id><published>2007-04-19T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:19:24.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Guess what, I'm seriously broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all thanks to Starbucks... Wu..wu..wu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I got to try Starbucks' latest product : Banana Java Chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually quite delicious but then it was so hugeeeee...! Too hugeeeeee......!!! But I still finished it considering my big stomach and also mouth. Ahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Yvonne, I got some discount. Thank you Yvonne. But this is only for fellow close friends ya. Instead of paying 16 bucks plus all the crappy tax, I shud be paying 18 bucks, but I only paid RM12. Cool ah..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's really not bad working at Starbucks, you get to make make coffee and get free drinks EVERYDAY! Wadda hell... Yerrrrrrr... So unfair right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, by the time you quit after working at Starbucks for about 2-3 months, you should be able to open your own Kopitiam. Hahahaha. I'LL SHOW YOU, MADAM KWAN!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054988399886269090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RibtKs7w-qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QCQ-Q01Nafs/s400/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicholas, Huey Yi and me at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Thank you Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wanna thank Baldwin for his Ice Kacang last Saturday. For your information, if you're in Seremban, you must try the Ice Kacang at Baza'ar. It's right opposite Terminal One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you're already at Baza'ar, try the Thai Fried Rice also. Thai Fried Rice + Ice Kacang = Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;*Wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeee........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night, I found out a boardgame which is really cool. You might think I'm backdated and all but I just realised this boardgame exist! Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's CLUEDO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really fun where you've to look for the murderer, what weapon he used to kill, and the location where he murdered the victim. And if you got it all wrong, you're outta the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should play this game more often, Huey Yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to something which is totally unrelated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to wear for the HP Appreciation Dinner next Wednesday. And the theme of the night would be "Star". Like...wadda hell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be wearing a Star sign necklace???!!!! That's just plain gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually regretted buying a Nike Tee with 3 Stars on it. The tee is in yellow and green...eeeeeeeeee..... I have no idea why I even paid for it. Regretful.........................!!!!! Someone please kill me and make me as the victim of the next version of Cluedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For ladies it's easy. They just have to get a Vuitton handbag. Lol. Hey, there are plenty of stars on Vuitton handbags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody? Anybody?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-1425275836919887803?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1425275836919887803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=1425275836919887803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/1425275836919887803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/1425275836919887803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RibtKs7w-qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QCQ-Q01Nafs/s72-c/DSC01402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-1079754916890393202</id><published>2007-04-08T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:50:57.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Wishing Kelly..</title><content type='html'>You can never ever get tired of this girl. She can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051080903751364562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkLUffb79I/AAAAAAAAAFo/25muJ7Rz7eo/s400/Copy+of+DSCN4359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...the &lt;strong&gt;Cannibal&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081066960121826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkLd_fb7-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/J1lEvDxk2Zw/s400/Siew%27s+bday+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...the &lt;strong&gt;Prisoner&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081273118552050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkLp_fb7_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/z3XEsnUeTSA/s400/130492860O408459596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...the &lt;strong&gt;PathFinder&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081453507178498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkL0ffb8AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RcUGuV7IuLw/s400/PICT0285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...the &lt;strong&gt;Glutton&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081625305870354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkL-ffb8BI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6GSuYRmQbBY/s400/130493344O840754419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...the &lt;strong&gt;Cheeky&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081771334758434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkMG_fb8CI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/et65O3PW018/s400/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...the &lt;strong&gt;Seducer&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081968903254066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkMSffb8DI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-FZntJm8Fvc/s400/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...the &lt;strong&gt;Blur Queen&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051082140701945922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkMcffb8EI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PpL4SO55h4Y/s400/siewsiewbday+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...the &lt;strong&gt;Rocker&lt;/strong&gt;... ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051082359745278034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkMpPfb8FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/d05bivTjFoU/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;Popstar&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051082673277890658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkM7ffb8GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XJNqbxSnw28/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...the&lt;strong&gt; Camwhore&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, tell me... Are you sick of it already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But guess what, we are all immuned to it and.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE LOVE THE WAY YOU ARE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051084794991734898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkO2_fb8HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8K7SUvRH95g/s400/Copy+of+Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy Birthday, Kelly Ass..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-1079754916890393202?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1079754916890393202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=1079754916890393202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/1079754916890393202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/1079754916890393202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/wishing-kelly.html' title='Wishing Kelly..'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhkLUffb79I/AAAAAAAAAFo/25muJ7Rz7eo/s72-c/Copy+of+DSCN4359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-7969957027628636589</id><published>2007-04-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:56:43.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>Yap's Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yap&lt;/span&gt; decided to have his party at News KTV this year. Well, it's something different, special if I may say. Costly too? He brought together with him 2 bottles of wine and we finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know if you're gonna have wine, you have to abide to the 3S's Principle? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;wirl, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;niff, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ip. That's the key. For me, I just flush everything down my throat. *Thumbs up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049190001923995506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJTjhQiN3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/pig2sTDTPkI/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Though some drank 100 plus and pathetically brought their own water bottle. Oh boy, classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJSYBQiN2I/AAAAAAAAADI/VqBp5I67_Eg/s1600-h/Wooi+Szen"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049188704843872098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJSYBQiN2I/AAAAAAAAADI/VqBp5I67_Eg/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the ones who actually &lt;em&gt;attended&lt;/em&gt; the party. Those who left early are not counted. Yes, Yun Yuan and Hui Foong, you're out! Lol. The &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;birthday boy&lt;/span&gt; is located at far right. The red headed hulk in black? And the one at far left, that's Seng Hong, barely able to show even half of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, being at KTV, Cheok Hoong of course did not hesitate to sing his heart or lungs out. Look at his puffy lips. That shows how passionate he is towards music! And his favourites? F.I.R. God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049190968291637122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJUbxQiN4I/AAAAAAAAADY/53H7IDLJjns/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;KTV is not all just about singing. It's about getting into the groove! And some did actually dance.. including myself. Just that I wasn't captured on the camera. Lucky me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049192050623395730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJVaxQiN5I/AAAAAAAAADg/lpqlj2u5j7k/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Everybody got high! What's that on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yap&lt;/span&gt;'s hair? HEY!!!!! WHO EJACULATED ON YAP????!!!!!!!! It's rude! Get a toilet, man!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049192720638293922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJWBxQiN6I/AAAAAAAAADo/Kk-G6Hwu3tM/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Band. Reminder : Don't ever forget to seduce the judges with your bum. Huh, Willy?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049193171609860018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJWcBQiN7I/AAAAAAAAADw/gWRrRXVEKxo/s400/Copy+of+Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Individuals. Cheok Hoong...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049193498027374530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJWvBQiN8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/7bgKeqkrrXs/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and Pui Wen with her heels. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049200614788184130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJdNRQiOEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TIY1_rbmlM4/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The lead guitarist. Too expressive. Marks deducted.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049194215286912978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJXYxQiN9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-bpTF4Qibg/s400/Copy+of+Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Let's not forget Pamela with her Solo. Seriously, Pam, you should join Malaysian Idol. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049195031330699234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJYIRQiN-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0_JpY28wxnU/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Duets. Yes, the duets. Cheok Hoong was just plain selfish, having the microphone all to himself and with a hand that comes from no where. Tak Wai, better chance next time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049195688460695538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJYuhQiN_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xMu4faFl1Pw/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And...the stripper. Low cost stripper anyway. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049197466577156098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJaWBQiOAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZQkadI3yFgE/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then came, the cake. Ting Poh and Willyson were the one who got us the 'Green Tea Mocha Red Bean' cake. It was complicated. The piece of cake stinked my whole mouth for a good one hour. It has a weird type of taste, no doubt it looked pretty interesting.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049198252556171282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJbDxQiOBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cocN4IBadjE/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The stripper lit the candles and told us, "cuba jangan bakar tempat ni ya!". Yes, yes, do we look like we were borned yesterday?!! Ok. Fine! She wasn't the stripper! Satisfied?"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049198935455971362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJbrhQiOCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SCHqH7JdIeI/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Let's get this over with shall we? Make a wish and blow the candles." &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049199588291000370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJcRhQiODI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dU9lKFSNpCU/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pei Chee&lt;/strong&gt; (Blue): She said I'm getting two pieces!!!! &lt;strong&gt;Siew&lt;/strong&gt; (white): My feet damn itchy la. &lt;strong&gt;Pamela&lt;/strong&gt; : Start distributing the cake already!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049201151659096146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJdshQiOFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EPKik1nJsuE/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When you're full and tired, don't hesitate to rest. Well, we looked more like we were dying. Sin Yoke wasn't gonna give up just like that. *snap fingers. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049202727912093794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJfIRQiOGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/h1AWGmzS-s8/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;For some, smooch all you want. Hey, you won't get any summons here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049204969885022322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJhKxQiOHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dqRzLltEVkc/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The guys. &lt;strong&gt;Front&lt;/strong&gt;: Me, Tak Wai, Cheok Hoong, Seng Hong, Kian Wui. &lt;strong&gt;Back&lt;/strong&gt; : Willy, Jye, Ting Poh, Victor, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049205386496850050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJhjBQiOII/AAAAAAAAAFY/nRvNdnArCcA/s400/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girls. Pei Chee, Sin Yoke, Kelly, Pui Wen, Siew Siew, Pamela.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049206297029916818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJiYBQiOJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8jcobrqC_3w/s400/Copy+of+Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Birthday boy&lt;/span&gt; caught in action. Happy Belated Birthday, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yap&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Camera - Pamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photographer - Tak Wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-7969957027628636589?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7969957027628636589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=7969957027628636589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/7969957027628636589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/7969957027628636589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/yaps-birthday-bash.html' title='Yap&apos;s Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RhJTjhQiN3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/pig2sTDTPkI/s72-c/Wooi+Szen%27s+Bday+2007+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-5306930577585750253</id><published>2007-04-02T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:08:14.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>White Party [1]</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, it was the Senior Youth's gathering at Adrian's mansion. Yes. Not a house, but a mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 invitation cards were sent out but only about 12 or 10 (Sorry, am not good at Maths) attended the party. The attire we were supposed to wear was white. Probably all white, if you had to refer to the invitation card.. But for me, I chose something casual. Seriously casual. I actually wore my class T-shirt. LOL. I didn't want to wear a white buttoned-up shirt though. So, yea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, everyone of us was supposed to carry-in a dish or two and guess what I thought of ... SUSHI !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made Sushi...!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just proclaim it again...I MADE SUSHI...!!!!!!!!!!! *Waves both hands in the air madly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 2pm, I was ready. I was ready for processing Sushi with my own barehands...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sushi Rice..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048498387635287746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg_eiRQiNsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zTvmz3bZilw/s400/PICT0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check! [Did I overheat it?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seaweed...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048498868671624914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg_e-RQiNtI/AAAAAAAAACA/aVY1lZ1CR9g/s400/PICT0467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crabmeat...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048499457082144498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg_fghQiNvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4UTDI2fUeUs/s400/PICT0465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check! [Look at it, it looks so...soft....tender....fragile...]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wasabi...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048499886578874114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg_f5hQiNwI/AAAAAAAAACY/d_m_UiFISKE/s400/PICT0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mayonis...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048500771342137106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg_gtBQiNxI/AAAAAAAAACg/ySwCS5DMc8g/s400/PICT0464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sushi Maki...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048500998975403810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg_g6RQiNyI/AAAAAAAAACo/5pbJHraTTSU/s400/PICT0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting Knife...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048501673285269298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg_hhhQiNzI/AAAAAAAAACw/uOoOgdrE_Ss/s400/PICT0470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check! [Woah! My face is in it as well..!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After trying to roll the seaweed, the rice and everything, I gave up. Desperate time calls for desperate measures. It was time to...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048503593135650642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg_jRRQiN1I/AAAAAAAAADA/DPqQQ5CrOSU/s400/PICT0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;..ask for help from Mum...! Apparently Mum was out with my relatives to pay respect to my deceased grandparents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum ended up doing everything, and I was just there to squeeze the Wasabi onto the seaweed and helped to shoo the flies away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were 56 mini sushis and fitted into a white Tupperware to go with the whole White party atmosphere..(NAHHHHH...! OF COURSE NOT! The Tupperware just happened to be the only available and cleanest one)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything was ready by 4pm and I just chucked the thing at a corner. The sushis rested on the washing machine for 3 hours and I finally brought it to the party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once I reached Adrian's place, I realised...I WAS THE FIRST...wadda...I haven't get whole on the pictures yet. Harloe Baldwin? If you're reading this, could you please...? I will be uploading the photos to show you exactly how huge Adrian's house is..(the pictures can't really tell) and how awesome it was where everyone actually wore white. Plus, the house itself looked like a White House. *gulp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had fun until about 12am, and shoot off from the place. We chatted so much, I actually forgot what we chatted about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then.. By the way, they hated my sushis. Lol. Personally, I think it sucked too. HAHAHAHA! Don't ask me for the recipe. You'll regret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-5306930577585750253?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5306930577585750253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=5306930577585750253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/5306930577585750253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/5306930577585750253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/white-party-1.html' title='White Party [1]'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg_eiRQiNsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zTvmz3bZilw/s72-c/PICT0463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-9150270610085531756</id><published>2007-03-30T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:50:38.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischellaneous'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Angeline's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, last night I hanged out with Angeline and Huey Yi. Since Tse Wen and Su Li didn't want to come along, we decided to go Jusco. Anyhow, we were planning to go Jusco.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047705394938525202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg0NUBQiNhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AonxGGyIqZE/s400/DSCN4336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tak Wai, Angeline, Huey Yi, Jon, Christine, and Yvonne. Fine! I admit! I look like a giant baby with that freakum chubby cheeks..! Urghhhh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was my birthday bash, mind you... Picture taken a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that's not the point. It's supposed to be Angeline's birthday when clock strikes 12. Huey Yi and I were on a mission to find out what we can get for Angeline since we had a tough time figuring out what to get for her. We brought her around Jusco, however, I end up shopping for myself. Hahahahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon : Eh, let's go check out F.O.C...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HY : Where's F.O.C?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angie : Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon : Oh shit, I mean F.O.S...*Giggles madly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angie &amp; HY : =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty hilarious. Not very here. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went into F.O.S and guess what, THERE'S SALES!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047706911061980706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg0OsRQiNiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/UJn_WTT5bmY/s400/PICT0460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Omigod omigod! Buy one free another! Like......CRAPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought cash!!!!!!!! Yippeeeeeeee.... Hallelujah...Hallelujah...hallelujah hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HY was busy looking at the surf pants and I was busy checking out the shirts. And Angie.....Hmmmm.....No idea....hahahaha! I don't know why, but, Angie is one of those girls who care less about fashion. *Gulp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And HY you ask? Well, she wore sleeveless MNG, Body Glove surf pants, and Roxy flip-flops. Comment? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weird thing was, HY was all white and Angie was all black. Like....wadda hell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited, I grabbed 2 shirts of the same price and rocket myself to the cashier. Guess what, the lady told me one of the shirts is not under the promotion. Urghhhh!!!!! But it looked so nice. Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I bought these two shirts. Hahahaha...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047708478725043762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg0QHhQiNjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2PYehlHvoMs/s400/PICT0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In actual fact, this shirt looks really nice. It has got the Hawaiian style but it's not really that kinda low quality. It's nice and I love it. Long sleeves.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047732809714775682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg0mPxQiNoI/AAAAAAAAABY/G4bXEIuvBHw/s400/PICT0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pokka dots. Short sleeves. I don't really like this one. But..whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 for RM49.90. So each is only RM24.95? It's dirt cheap ok!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon - 2 shirts and 3 pairs of socks; HY - None; Angie - NoneYou seriously don't want to miss this promotion. Get two for the price of one? Who wouldn't want that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was happy and a bit guilty because I wasn't the birthday boy. Hahahaha.. We walked into MPH which is Angie's favourite store. Urghhh... I never like bookstores, unless I wanna get magazines...probably... Men's Health?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was where we bought Angie's gift. Like...so pathetic, right? Ok, fine! It's not!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, me and HY sneaked off to Audrey to have a look at the g-strings. Yes. We intended to get Angie g-strings but after thinking through rationally, we left the g-string back on the shelf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got Angie a book by the name 'Elegance'. I never thought we would be getting her a book but we did. It's...just....funny.....&lt;/p&gt;We had Starbucks, mamak-ed and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Siew's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woah! This was like..a week ago!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing much happened, we went for dinner at a restaurant,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047728355833689682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg0iMhQiNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/7hXRxL8EcX4/s400/IMG_3297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[What's her name again?], Yuan, Jye, Tak Wai, Yap, Jon, Willy, TP, Pui Wen, Siew, PK, Pei Chee and Boey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then straight to Seremban Parade's KTV. To be frank, it was only my second time being in a karaoke and actually enjoyed it! The first time suck cause' I felt pretty cheated but let's not go there ya...Pisses me off...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047731194807072354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg0kxxQiNmI/AAAAAAAAABI/GDT5mqNdG8o/s400/siewsiewbday+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being myself, Pui Wen (not herself), and Kelly (being herself)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047732066685433458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg0lkhQiNnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/H641o4hyEBY/s400/siewsiewbday+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, the birthday girl and the eligible bachelor. Maybe I should just crop myself away. LOL.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047733282161178258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg0mrRQiNpI/AAAAAAAAABg/Wktp2jCGuz4/s400/Copy+of+siewsiewbday+025.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Better? Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night at about 1am? And then I headed home (curfew at 12am) while the others went mamak-ing, but...screw curfews!!!! I'm already 20!!!!! Urghhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tik Tok Tik Tok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In probably a few months time, or now, or a year later, or whenever, I wanna be able to own a&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://www.murauchi.jp/sonystyle/image/type_f_l_white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;White Vaio,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="358" alt="" src="http://polo.imageg.net/graphics/storeman/polo/polo_fragr_dblack_img1_0929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Polo Double Black Perfume by Ralph Lauren,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="344" alt="" src="http://www.dexigner.com/database/images/designs/ipod_video-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an iPod Video,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 463px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="http://www.uncrate.com/men/images/2006/04/nokia-n93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Nokia N93,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://www.framesdirect.com/CommonImages/product_ads/guess_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a pair of Guess sunglasses, and;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://edge.dealsdirect.com.au/images/products/product1_3295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an Esprit Watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's achievable? LOL. No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, lately I bought 2 new ties to match with one of my shirts. Here, which one looks better?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047742602240210594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg0vJxQiNqI/AAAAAAAAABo/TmlGcKfsMh0/s400/PICT0461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This? or... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047743014557071026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg0vhxQiNrI/AAAAAAAAABw/tBw3qpJF9iQ/s400/PICT0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this? By the way, this tie is not entirely black...It has greyish stripes on it as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make your pick and assist me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm... Sis calls me metrosexual and Yvonne thinks differently. Oh well, not important. Metrosexual is cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is gonna be... Yap's birthday. Yippeeeee....Another party to attend! Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-9150270610085531756?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/9150270610085531756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=9150270610085531756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/9150270610085531756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/9150270610085531756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/Rg0NUBQiNhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AonxGGyIqZE/s72-c/DSCN4336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-4235217086532322365</id><published>2007-03-30T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:49:22.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Terminated</title><content type='html'>I've been working as a temporary teacher in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Puteri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for almost three days now and on the third day, which is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I got fired. NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I GOT FIRED BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't blame the Principal for terminating my service. Most probably is because of my blonde hair. Who says people who bleach their hair is not teaching material...! Excuse me? What nonsense is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see..I realised the girls in this school are really not that bad. As in, attitude. I didn't mean looks! What were you thinking?!!! Heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will talk SO SUPER DUPER KUPER LUPER PUPER soft, you need a stethoscope to hear them. But I love them. Though I gave them a lot of work, but, I won't be there to check their work. Or probably stare at them when they are doing their test. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the first day I replaced &lt;strong&gt;Pn.Ruzihan&lt;/strong&gt; and taught Mathematics and Additional Mathematics in class 4 Gamma. I couldn't believe my Form 6 Mathematics is already rusted. OMG. The students were asking me questions but I needed so much time and in the end still got the wrong answer! LOL. To be frank, I shouted at 2 Gamma, Epsilon and Alpha in the library as well. Hahahaha.. They were noisy, can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my second day, I replaced &lt;strong&gt;En.Salahuddin&lt;/strong&gt; and taught Kemahiran Hidup Bersepadu. It sucks teaching this subject. IT'S SO BORINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!! I made the students do some work and tried my best to discuss the questions. I TRIED MY BEST. But still.....failed....And the classes that I went to was, 2 Zeta and 2 Omega. Oh gosh, I love 2 Omega. I don't know why though. I still remember the Class manager's name. Wong Mei Hwa. And from 2 Zeta, Kimberly Tan (not the monitor, but..ya know what I mean...LOL....SAME NAME WITH MY SISTER WHAT! STUPEDO! Haiyoh! I'll remember this name for life-long man..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-day, Third day, Tragic day, got fired. Not like I really care so much. But still...I gave my full effort to teach man! So not worth my hard work! For today, I taught Science replacing &lt;strong&gt;Pn.Noraini Kassim&lt;/strong&gt;. God knows who that is..... It's actually quite fun when it finally got to the end of the day. I entered 2 Gamma, 2 Beta and 2 Theta. Somehow, all of the classes rhyme. Don't you think? Haha.. And the names that I remember the most are Choo Xin Yi, Kerie, Afiqah, Linnet, Kiruba, *something* Angel, etc etc etc... Isn't nice to name your daughter 'angel'? You won't? I would!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, everything else is plain boring. AND ONE MORE THING..!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puteri-ians always bow and wish their teachers. Unlike Paulians, you want them to even wish you 'Selamat Pagi', you lick their shoe first. The Puteri-ians are so polite. But not all. Some just bitch around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my dad is having identity crisis. He is watching Tamil movie. =.=...like...wadda hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN...I need my beauty sleep. Zzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-4235217086532322365?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4235217086532322365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=4235217086532322365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/4235217086532322365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/4235217086532322365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/terminated.html' title='Terminated'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-7602151281861124883</id><published>2007-03-22T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:08:13.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischellaneous'/><title type='text'>Inhale..............</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been resting from blogging for quite some time now. Don't you think? Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me see....What can I update about myself here....Hmmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most recent is of course...My STPM result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you dare congratulate me. Don't you dare. Don't even tell me it's good enough. All the crap like 'cukup makan lar'. To you I say : PERGI MATI LARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really frustrating and saddening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that aside....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching a lot of Bleach episodes and one of the best Taiwan series, Hana Kimi!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="292" alt="" src="http://silentregrets.com/images/stories/hanakimi.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN DIE FOR THIS DRAMA MAN!!!!!!!! LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you wanna know what this drama is about? Do you? Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may go to this website... &lt;a href="http://silentregrets.com/incomplete-twdramas/hana-kimi.php"&gt;http://silentregrets.com/incomplete-twdramas/hana-kimi.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for the downloads, this webpage is a bit slow. So, I advice you go visit the torrent sites instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, you should never...NEVER...miss this anime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://zonejap.free.fr/images/screen/bleach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Personally, I think it's better than Naruto. Maybe because, I don't watch Naruto anymore. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got not much to blog about anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah! And I'm looking for a job, anyone wanna intro me to a school to teach??? Harloe??? Anyone???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prefer all my students to be girls...LOL. Not being a pervert or what, but..well..it's definitely a priviledge.. *wink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/23923971-7602151281861124883?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7602151281861124883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=7602151281861124883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/7602151281861124883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/7602151281861124883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/inhale.html' title='Inhale..............'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-4825429945627580270</id><published>2007-03-06T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T10:08:19.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><title type='text'>Shoot them down!!</title><content type='html'>Do you know that lately there have been people patroling your neighbourhood ? Not to prevent crimes from occuring but they are in search of stinky slimy dirty useless stray dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I heard from my friends is that, they will shoot or catch these stray dogs and send them to the zoo. Ahem...You might think they are adding them into the collection, but well, you can say so too....the food collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dead corpse get eaten by lions and tigers and elephants and ant-eaters. Pardon my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, anybody has their contact number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there are 2 more bloody stray bitches that hang around my house every hour or so. It's irritating because they always pick fights with my poor Ruby. They are so damn ugly and well, they must be pretty jealous of my pretty Ruby. *asthma cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh c'mon, they are in fact affecting my beauty sleeps. They are trying to take away my rest. Urghhhh.... Whenever they are on a mission to bully my Ruby, they will come near my front gate, peek for Ruby, and when Ruby is near enough, they will just bark stupidly and bang on the damn gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoi....!!!!!!! Lu sangka lu punyer rumah kah!!! Babi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very annoying, you know! Sometimes I just feel like buying a stack of bricks and throw at the stupid bitches. Who uses Nokia 3310 here??? Please assist...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the culprit is always the brown one. The Mother. While the white one, is more on the innocent side because the truth is, the white one is the brown's daughter. Not that complicated, right? The brown dog have been giving birth all year round. She'll get raped, give birth, get raped, give birth, get raped, give birth....and it goes on and on until Jesus second return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I opens the front gate for me to drive out my car, the Mother will immediately run towards my house from a far. God knows how this dog has such sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! About 20 feets away, the Mother will pose either like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038626737878147090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RezMUoMDIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yTlKlvXYIyg/s400/dog1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...Or like this&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038626935446642722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RezMgIMDICI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lGl4TkqmgHM/s400/dog2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acts like it is resting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...It's retarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you find it funny? I just want to yell : YOU AIN'T NO LION STUPEDO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, dogs don't understand human language. I have no idea why some people actually chat with their dogs. It's....freaky.....or should I just say...overly compassionate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anybody has their contact number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back here!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-4825429945627580270?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4825429945627580270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=4825429945627580270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/4825429945627580270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/4825429945627580270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/shoot-them-down.html' title='Shoot them down!!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LcSK847Ots/RezMUoMDIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yTlKlvXYIyg/s72-c/dog1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-117272110725434282</id><published>2007-03-01T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:57:20.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>HP experience</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am finally freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try counting the 'e's'... That was how tied down I felt when I was working in HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't have to wake up at 5.30am anymore! This is good news...!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to travel to and fro KL daily.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to get scolding from my supervisor anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to fear getting scoldings from customers any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to key in the record system, siebel from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to reply multiple emails every single days.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to feel hungry, cold, lonely, and bored anymore. It's a mixed feeling!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to feel damn concious walking to the toilet several times a day. Cause' the receptionist will be at her place and I guess everytime I head the gents, she will go like : How many billion times this boy want to pee ah?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to feel afraid chatting in MSN anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to sit on that uncomfortable chair any longer cause' I have my couch at home what! Kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that aside..Now what I would like to do is that, I would like to convey my heartiest message to all my fellow colleagues including my supervisor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, remember I promised to upload their photo's here? I'm so sorry I don't have them yet. I will definitely park their faces here once I get hold of these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my supervisor, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virginia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, you should really stop hunching towards the monitor when you're reading emails. One day you'll end up walking like a tortoise. Not cursing, but I'm a living proof. And you're by far the best supervisor I've ever encountered. Everybody was actually very jealous how come you sayang me more than the others. So, why ah? I am very pamper-able, right? Heheheh...And for the gift I promised to give you, I will surely do please! I won't break my promises. But for the 'Out of office' and 'Voicemail' tragedy, I'm so sorry. I actually forgotten cause' I kept thinking, "THE TRAIN WON'T WAIT FOR ME ANYMOREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!". I hope I was the one who have been giving you good bloody circulation all these while because I irritated you the most. LOL. I am still curious who is gonna get the T&amp;amp;Co ring for you...*Scratches scalp..And please don't forget about my testimonial, ok? THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my ITS buddy, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamuna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamuna helped me a lot with whatever things I wasn't clear. And I used to curse 'jago1' who always open the files and not closing it, after figuring out who this 'jago' is...I realised it was actually you! Jamuna Go...something something unpronouncable... Hahahah..I take back all the curses..Sorry sorry..Look, I'm coming clean to you. I'm being so nice. *Giggle. And please help me annoy Nurul and keep her out of the bottomless pit of boredom since I won't be there anymore..Try to wave your long, silky, dark hair in slow motion and ask Nurul to look. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my motherly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAK NURULLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm gonna miss you the most when I'm gone. Seriously. I can't be there to agitate you any longer. How could anyone resist in irritating you anyway? You're so super duper kuper zuper guper hilarious. You're like my only playmate in HP. Without you there, I think I would have died of loneliness and boredom. But without me there now, you might end up the same, right? RIGHT? RIGHT? RIGHT????? And please throw away the ugly green pillow you have, I'll get you a new one. Deal? Kekeke...I'm still dillema in what to get for you ladies la..sigh..troubling my mind..especially you. You already got so many nonsense on your desk. Oh wait, I'll give you my picture, you may frame it up and hang it over your neck. Hahaha! STOP CALLING ME BLUR SOTONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slyvia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slyvia slyvia slyviaaaaaaaaa.....I would like to apologise for whichever case that I've got you into hot soup. Sorry lor..Blame &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! She always reassign to you wan. *giggle. And you were the one who assisted me in how to ask Susan to park FOC delivery up the Piperlite. Thank you very muchhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Masterlist-er &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank you for the food voucher you have shared with me and Rachel at the taiwan restaurant. And by the way, I ALMOST GOT KNOCKED DOWN BY A BLOODY TAXI ON THE WAY TO THE RESTAURANT!!! What a tragic experience. Anyway, please don't kill the Masterlist. If not the whole campaign would crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To blur blur &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;Yen Yen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen yen, please stop talking to yourself when I'm gone. People might think you're crazy, ok? Or if you cannot resist, just put on the headset and pretend you're talking to someone over the phone ya? *Smirk. STOP GAMING SO MUCH! It's bad for health. Oh! Now I understand why you always talk to youself! So, that's the side effect of gaming. I think I've to drag you to any cyber cafes and scare the hell out of all the people there. Hahaha! If you do not know anything, don't hesitate to call up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jamuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for assistance, please don't simply click in the Piperlite or you'll get yourself into serious shit. And, you have to reply some emails on your own lar! Now, you can't push everything to me anymore. I should thank the Lord for that. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Crazy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Jin or Eugene, all the same la ha. Yea, I wanna buy my phone anot? Once successfully transfered songs, it will automatically become remix. Cool, right? Haha. And I don't know what to tell you anymore cause' you're so crazy. Please finish the Pistachio cookies because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gave it to all of us, even though it's not very nice to you. HEY, it tasted good. Either you or Daniel should finish it. Hahah..Remember to eat all the crumbs as well, if not Virginia will strangle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have only spoken very very very very very few words with you, but I can tell that you're actually a good person. So, continue to rock on brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanna say for the mean time, will update another time with pictures of these cool people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-117272110725434282?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/117272110725434282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=117272110725434282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/117272110725434282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/117272110725434282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/hp-experience.html' title='HP experience'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-117178592404240801</id><published>2007-02-18T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:05:24.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, gal !</title><content type='html'>I would like to take this opportunity to sing to a very, very, very old friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...shut up, shut up...Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you (off-key),&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Ku Pee Linnnnnnnn,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to YOUUUUUUUUUU...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/998835/23-06-06_2125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wants to date her, you may call...012-6789123.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh plueseee, stop dreaming! As if I'll really give it to you......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, GIMME ALL YOUR RED PACKETSSSSS!!!!!!!! I'm broke...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-117178592404240801?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/117178592404240801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=117178592404240801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/117178592404240801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/117178592404240801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-gal.html' title='Happy Birthday, gal !'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-117167648972300271</id><published>2007-02-17T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:57:41.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>I know it has been ages since I've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is very, very pack ever since I've started working in KL. My job is stressful but it's fun because of the people. These are the people you will never be able to find anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my schedule, let me just briefly tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30am - Wakes up, get ready.&lt;br /&gt;6.00am - Leave home and head train station.&lt;br /&gt;6.15am - Runs into the train and tries very hard to nap.&lt;br /&gt;7.00am - Uncivilised homosapiens start stepping on your feet in the commuter because when you reach Kajang, people start flooding in.&lt;br /&gt;7.30am - Reach KL Sentral and rushes upstairs, overtaking all slowpokes who take their own sweet time. These people are really selfish! Supposingly when you're on the right side of the escalator, you're not supposed to day dream! You wanna fantasize about your grandma, please move your butt to the left. These fat bums actually blocked the entire traffic. Bloody...............&lt;br /&gt;7.50am - Walks from Masjid Jamek station to Olympia tower.&lt;br /&gt;8.00am - Parks bum on chair and stares into monitor screen with one objective, get rid of all new emails received over the night. If you don't, by 8.30am, emails (lots of them!!!!!) from supervisor starts coming in. Well, there are all assignments.&lt;br /&gt;8.30am - Get food from the panstry. This is when mak cik starts bringing in the curry puffs and other not so favourable kuih. Starts off my day with a cup of milo.&lt;br /&gt;Then work from 8.30am till 5.30pm. Suprisingly, time flies really fast. In a blink of an eye, it's already lunch time, and the second time you blink, it's 5.30pm! Guess what, you still can't go home yet!&lt;br /&gt;There is briefing at 5.30pm. But now it has changed to 5.45pm (even worst, and I thought I can quickly rush home)&lt;br /&gt;Briefing will normally take about 15minutes. That would make it 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;6.00pm - Start clearing up mess for the day.&lt;br /&gt;6.50pm - Pack up, go washroom, refill water bottle, say goodbye, rush to Masjid Jamek station. You must be curious how come I leave at 6.50pm. Because I found out that that idiotic KTM commuter reaches KL Sentral at 7.09pm. And this commuter is NEVER on time. NEVERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, yesterday the commuter was late for more than half an hour! Just when everybody wants to head back to hometown because it's festive season. Really inconsiderate. Yesterday was the worst KTM experience I've ever had. WORSTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so usually, commuter will pick us up from KL Sentral at 7.15pm. So by the time I reach Seremban, it would be 8.40pm already.&lt;br /&gt;8.55pm - Reach home, clean up, have dinner, watch TV, chill out.&lt;br /&gt;10.30pm - Bed time.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful life, right? If you ask me to do this for a year, I rather borrow you my chopping knife and make me the roasted boar you offer to your ancestors on Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really no life at all. And my lunch times are never consistent. Sometimes it would be 11am, another 12pm and latest 1pm. My stomach cannot take it man. Biological clock all twisted up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all the travelling already takes up MYR300 for 20 days that is. Sigh...one Nike gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, all the CNY shopping also swallowed up 3 quarters of my pay. I feel so broke man! I can't wait for next months pay to be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume my next blog would be on the 1st of March where I would be thanking all young and old folks at my work place especially my workaholic supervisor. Will upload their pics here for the next blog. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everybody, have a good pig year! Everybody is a pig this year!!!!!!!! Ho-ho-ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're fat, then you're a fat pig! If you're chubby, then chubby pig! If you're skinny, so be it skinny pig! If you're ugly, ugly pig! If you're pink, pink pig! And the list goes on and on..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-117167648972300271?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/117167648972300271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=117167648972300271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/117167648972300271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/117167648972300271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116925959592331035</id><published>2007-01-20T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:57:54.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Working Life</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I did not update my blog since 8th of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...I didn't have the time to do so can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards, I guess I've to travel daily from Seremban to KL, then from KL to Seremban. That alone is gonna kill me I'm sure. Plus the amount of work awaiting me at my work place certainly sends me straight to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I was mentioning to Pei Ling : Your job is stress-free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she replied saying : There is no such thing as stress-free job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she is working for Osim and there is a certain quota she must achieve. I have no idea how that works. Because when I worked for Epson under the Chicken Little World-Tour, there was no such a thing called 'quota'. You just sell as many printers as possible. I still remembered I sold a total of 7 printers in a week. Nothing to boast about. Epson did not give out any commision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNLIKE HEWLETT PACKARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.at-mix.de/images/glossar/hewlett_packard_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These 2 person were willing to give out commision (also known as 'spiff') to fellow sales agent! Thank the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine trying to upsell a product knowing you won't get anything in return. Can go die!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And basically I say the same thing over and over and over again to each and every customer everyday. Serious..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me quote myself : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Hi/Good morning/Good afternoon/Good everning, can I speak to________? I'm Jonathan calling from HP regarding ________ . Mr/Mrs _____, is it convenient for you to talk right now? Or should I call you back some time later?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is just the greeting part. I think if you ask me to say this one more time when I'm out of office, I'll slap your face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And about my workplace.. I think I'm lovin' it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only are there 2 Osim massage chairs provided in the 'Chill Out' room, my supervisor is a nice person, colleagues are super helpful and friendly, food given in the morning, any kind of drinks you want just a click away, 3 breaks in a day (inclusive of lunch break), allowed to wear casually (Honestly! It's casual!), what more do you want? You tell me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad I'm not gonna tell you about my pay. Bahahahahahha...What now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go complain to my manager lah if you don't like!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell you something..we sales agent have to handle complained customers too. Quite fed up of Singaporeans already. Stop being so demanding lah! And they are super kiasu. We get customers saying : Eh! My brother/uncle/aunty/dog got their printers already! Wtf is mine???!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok. I admit. That was not exactly what they say.. I just don't understand. Can't you just wait..Just wait! Patience is a virtue!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But actually we're at the wrong also! Hahaha..They registered for this thing and was told that agents from HP would call them in 3 working days but ended up calling them 1-2 months later. HOWEVER!!!! It's some agents fault. Those who left the company without making order confirmation calls to their customers and then passed onto another innocent agent. Consequently, these poor agents have to get all the bullshit scoldings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOT FAIR, RIGHT?!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Urghhhh...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other day I really couldn't take it from one particular customer, which is known as Koh Chee Buai in my work place, so I shouted back. At least the wife was more ok, though she also scolded me, but this Koh Chee Buai is really too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told him I wanna confirm my order with him, then you know what he said?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You know what is the meaning of 'confirm' or not? You understand English or not?! Why you calling me again and again to confirm my order??"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who is the stupid idiot which doesn't understand English here?! If I already know his orders, you think I'll stil give him a call? Guess what, he didn't want to tell me what he ordered. Stupid right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's not talk about him. My blood boils thinking of that mustard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, let's talk about my workplace and colleagues. Very nice people. Frankly, not all are nice. Some are troublesome, and you get irritated just by looking at them. Don't even try to stare at them, you might just get blood flowing out from your eye balls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is this girl who wears a very strange shoe. Not very strange lah, just rare...very rare...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freakin' funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiyoh...I crack myself up..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there is my supervisor..(no names mentioned!)..what should I say about her? She is seriously..playful. Initially I thought she was really strict and grumpy. After getting to know a little.. she is actually pretty busy body. Which is normal for ladies/girls. Ahem...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm loving my working enviroment. Despite having a supervisor which is quite demanding..but then..she is a very nice person. =) I hope I get more commision after blogging about this. *snigger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUESS WHAT!!! She doesn't know there are trains leading to Seremban. Urghhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why everybody must thinking that Seremban is a village! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When she gave me a call last night, she asked me, "Got trains lead to Seremban wan ah?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was like, *Dramatic pause*........"You really think Seremban is a kampung issit?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Supervisor's cheeky laughing sound* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think she was almost going to ask me, "which tree you live on ah?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=.="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, wait till my next post. Tonight I'm gonna go meet my bunch of crazy friends..Miss them so much..Imagine yourself being not able to see your friends for like..a month? MORE THAN A MONTH..! I wanna do a group hug tonight...LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116925959592331035?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116925959592331035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116925959592331035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116925959592331035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116925959592331035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/working-life.html' title='Working Life'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116851672226090552</id><published>2007-01-11T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:45:47.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>11/01/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;11.14am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I hear my Edwin, my colleague munching on his Jacob's Craks, I can also hear my stomach growling for help.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freezing cold in here. My fingers can barely type or click or hold or touch. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to wonder how people who stays in the Antartic survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to call a customer right now. I'm having headacheeeeee.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so unfair! But it's considered a good day, so far. For the entire morning, I only received not up to 5 emails from my supervisor. THIS IS GOOD NEWS! Maybe she fainted or something. But who cares! As long as she doesn't assign MaDe customers to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall elaborate on the MaDe customer I faced yesterday. Bloody MaDe Fisher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.39am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer did not pick up my phone call for the passed 30 minutes. So siow, right? Actually it was my bad also lah. He asked to call at 10.30am but I called at 11am. Which is half an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn kiasu, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1.03pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just done having lunch. Filling but not really full. *burp. Kekekekeke....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you about the customer I talked about just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Mok Chee Meng. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Name changed to protect the guilty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really, really, really think he should change his name to Mok Chee Bie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.56pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just ordered McD Delivery because my friend who is supposed to fetch me back to Subang wants to OverTime till 10pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wu..wu...wu...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I really got nothing to do. I'm serious. Nolah. Not that I don't have anything to do. Just that I feel it's quite late for me to do anything. My brain is jamming up and slowing down. I don't have what I'm supposed to get in this PC. Don't know wth is wrong with the technician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna strangle him and flush him down the toilet bowl together with my poos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I did mention I'm gonna tell you about the troublesome Mok Chee Bie. Right? Let me just put it in a conversation form kinda thing. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...from the start, alright? And upon memory ya, might be editted slightly. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual conversation would be in black ok? And what I wanted to say would be in red. Cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;*Dialing tone..tut tut...tut tut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon : &lt;em&gt;Hello&lt;/em&gt;. Good morning, can I speak to Mok Chee Bie please?&lt;br /&gt;"Jon": Oei, who the f is Chee Bie???&lt;br /&gt;MCB : Yes. Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Jon : Hi, this is Jonathan calling from &lt;em&gt;Hulut Purkuct &lt;/em&gt;regaring the &lt;em&gt;MoonHum&lt;/em&gt; redemption.&lt;br /&gt;"Jon" : I'M YOUR BLOODY MOTHER LAH!&lt;br /&gt;MCB : From &lt;em&gt;Hulut Puckurd&lt;/em&gt; issit??&lt;br /&gt;Jon : Yes Sir.&lt;br /&gt;"Jon": WHY???? Cannot issit???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MCB : Finally you guys called ah after so long.&lt;br /&gt;Jon : Sorry sir, for the long delay.&lt;br /&gt;"Jon": IF CANNOT WAIT THEN DON'T REDEEM YOUR ****** LAH.&lt;br /&gt;MCB : The last time I received a call from you guys was 2 weeks ago. Why? Why? You tell me what took you so long?&lt;br /&gt;Jon : I'm really, really sorry about the delay.&lt;br /&gt;"Jon": Shit also must take 30 minutes lah! STUPID FOOL!&lt;br /&gt;MCB : Ok. So what you want now???&lt;br /&gt;Jon : I just wanna confirm your order then I can log your order.&lt;br /&gt;"Jon": Chiew! I don't want anything from you la!!! MaDe!&lt;br /&gt;MCB : WHY WHY WHY now only you log my order?? I thought I already confirmed the order?? WHAT WHAT WHAT you guys are doing ah???&lt;br /&gt;Jon : Cause' we do not have the authority to log your order before getting confirmation from customers.&lt;br /&gt;"Jon": WHAT WHAT WHAT WHY WHY WHY!!! Your tongue twisted issit???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MCB : But I thought previous agents already confirm my order?&lt;br /&gt;Jon : I don't think the previous agent logged your order. That's the reason why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;"Jon": PREVIOUS AGENT LEFT???!!!! NOT HAPPY ISSIT??!!!&lt;br /&gt;MCB : What what what you want now!&lt;br /&gt;Jon : I want to log your order loh......&lt;br /&gt;"Jon": WHY WHY WHY you asking me the same question again! Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;MCB : You tell me why you guys haven't log my order yet. You tell me...&lt;br /&gt;Jon : That I'm not sure. I really have no idea what the previous agent did.&lt;br /&gt;"Jon": YOU'RE SO TOTALLY STUPID! HOW I KNOW WHY THE PREVIOUS AGENT DIND'T LOG YOUR ORDER!!! MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE OF YOUR MCB ATTITUDE!&lt;br /&gt;MCB : Tell me now what you wanna confirm.&lt;br /&gt;Jon : I wanna confirm whether............&lt;br /&gt;"Jon" : URGH..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw all MCB's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too angry to continue with this blog right now.....*Eyeballs turn red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116851672226090552?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116851672226090552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116851672226090552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116851672226090552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116851672226090552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/11012007.html' title='11/01/2007'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116819349961446149</id><published>2007-01-08T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:58:09.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Imsonia...?</title><content type='html'>I lied down on the bed two hours ago and I couldn't sleep at all. I don't think I have imsonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't sleep!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I just close my eyes, I think about loads of stuff. About work, about friends, about relationships, about family, about almost everything that revolves around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I've to wake up at 7am and go to work. And the time now... 1.46am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? Shouldn't I be sleeping soundly on the bed. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating. As frustrating as facing consitpation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised something about working, when supervisors demand for higher productivity, the outcome would be the way around. Whilst if they use the 'soft' way,... VOILA... works beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how miserable human can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope when I walk into the building tomorrow, the screwed up security guard would run to me and pass me the security tag. Imagine walking day in-day out of the office without the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm being bossy or what! The Hewlett Packard office is oriented in this way that even when you wanna use the toilet, you have to open the damn door with the tag. That is if you're coming out from the main office. If you don't have the tag, you pee in underneath your desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately my working spot is in the meeting room, which is located out of the main office. Yea..f**king fortunate, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm listening to Adrian's rhythmic snore, it kinda reminds me of what he told me. What he has told me showed me that he is a very considerate person. You might be thinking he is big, he is blablablabla, but deep down inside, he is a good person. SERIOUSLY SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we really can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge a book by it's cover,&lt;br /&gt;Judge a tea by it's colour, and ;&lt;br /&gt;Judge a bird by it's feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow nobody is perfect. Unless you're talking about people who are tremendously good looking, filthy rich, luring body figure..and other enviable attributes. But the most important factor is still the heart. Aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's 1.55am now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Pastor Christopher said : God is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have said amen to that. I think I did. However, my second thought is 'Yea meh?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I ended up talking about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better get my sleep. I'm yawning already, which is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make sure I get my Milo+Nescafe tomorrow morning in the office. Is there sucha thing as Neslo? Well, if there isn't, now there will be. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work in Hewlett Packard.&lt;br /&gt;Eat in Hewlett Packard.&lt;br /&gt;Shit in Hewlett Packard.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in Hewlett Packard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I leave, Let me just tell you something, there are 2 Osim massaging chairs in the office. Is that cool or what? But many people just sleep on it without turning on the massaging system. Either they are stupid...or...dumb? Bahhh...works either way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWNNNNNNNNNNNNNN......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116819349961446149?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116819349961446149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116819349961446149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116819349961446149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116819349961446149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/imsonia.html' title='Imsonia...?'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116710641514748781</id><published>2006-12-31T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:48:55.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Orinigally from MissMichy's Blogsite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name&lt;/strong&gt; : Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname&lt;/strong&gt; : Jonny boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old were you in 2006?&lt;/strong&gt; : 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will you always remember about 2006?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember? That's kinda tough for me. One of my nickname is actually 'Dhorry'. Ya know Dhorry? Dhorry from 'Finding Nemo'? The fish which has short-term memory loss. So what do you think I'll be able to remember? Nothing. *Blink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I went to SG just recently and I will never forget Uncle M and Aunty M's generosity. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go on a holiday? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessssssssssssss.....*Proclaims proudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change jobs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect me to work while I should be studying my head off for STPM????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buy anything from eBay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No. Not that I can. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prank call someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly no. I wanna try so badly. Maybe I should do something like the guy in the Maxis' Call Bonus ad. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got drunk?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you mentioned something, Jess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get high?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still living under the same roof as my parents. Gotta wait till I move out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Break up with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get divorced?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!!!! *Rings the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop speaking to someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. Inevitable lah. When you gotta socialise, there must be some people you get into entanglement with. Arguments and sorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my pillow count? I was always drool on it too. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss someone whose name you can’t remember?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No..no..no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make a new friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A? Quite a few. Very nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done anything embarrassing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I have this hearing problem. Not that anybody know of. Let me just tell you about it. Sometimes I can hear the most fine sound, while most of the time I have difficulty in hearing what people say. The other day I went for a drink with my church mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was the organizer and I chose to go for tong sui. (sweetened congee?more soup-like kinda thing.) And the gang felt weird cause' usually we'd rather go mamak-ing than tong sui. Lol. So they kept complaining and at a moment, my friends cousin kept telling me to ask him whether the laksa he ordered was nice so that he could complain about it exagerately. He kept saying : Ask me lah. Ask me. Ask me. (In Mandarin, REPEATEDLY cause' I was staring at him blankly since I couldn't catch what they were talking about before this.) After sometime, I said : Ask what? *blink in innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN MALU-FYING MANNNN......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do something that you thought that you would never do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Not telling. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done something you have always wanted to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done anything that you regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Unfortunately yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done anything illegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I stole something. I didn't exactly steal it. But I forgotten to return it. It's just a small booklet anyway. Lol. While her name is still on it. Hahaha! Only Bao Bei knew about this, but now the whole world does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lose something?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost some friends...gain MORE friends...Lol. Seriously, I lost the fire for God. Where is my passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone crazy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I did a little bit of Indian dance in class. Hehe. Very funny, Sobana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to any parties?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooo...Should have went for Yvonne's party last night. Damn damn damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accomplish anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Example? I feel like I didn' accomplish anything. Erm.. I didn't fail in any subject for Trial STPM. Do you consider that as an achievement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make much money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pocket money? No....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attend a wedding?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyerrr...Not at all. Gonna since my cousin sister is getting married sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attend a funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one died. Unfortunately. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get any new family members?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Ruby is not giving birth. Damn it!!! I feel like digging the puppies out from her vagina. Ngau!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change as a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Slightly. Very slightly. Haha! But my bad temper will never go away. How to get rid of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get any new piercings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I wanna pierce my ear. Can ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get any new tattoos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not allowed to. Actually piercing is not encouraged too. Kekekek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attend a concert?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Even though the most recent ones are Jolin Tsai's and Justin Lo's. Bahhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Download any music?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try out any new looks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Hahaha! Trying out different hairstyles and all. Wax is my good friend from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone bowling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Well I was at the bowling alley but didn't get into the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to many parties?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many. Just a few. I had my own party weh. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misc. questions about 2006 A.D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were you in a hospital this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Surprisingly no. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were you in an ambulance this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..no..Haha! I'm not so clumsy as to clambered on a field trip. Lol. Yes Mich? Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you make any big confessions in 06?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ready for that. You think so easy issit???!!!! Even if you wanna confess to your mum : Mum, actually I broke that plate, ain't that easy dude! *smirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you make friends with anyone of the opposite sex that you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How can you love someone that you don't know? Love at first sight? Those are for fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embarrassed about anything you did this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the best thing to happen to you this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got really close with some people and enjoyed myself when I was with them (most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you bring sexy back this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bring....what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was 2006 a great year, an average year or a bad year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do too well in STPM = Bad year.&lt;br /&gt;Got lots of gifts this year including birthday ones and xmas ones = Good year.&lt;br /&gt;Got a job with good pay = Good year. (Notice that I didn't mention 'good job'. *frowns)&lt;br /&gt;Not attached = Bad year&lt;br /&gt;Overall? Good + Bad + Good  + Bad= Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snigger. Happy New Year everybody! Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to hate my job....boo hoo hoo........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116710641514748781?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116710641514748781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116710641514748781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116710641514748781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116710641514748781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/looking-back.html' title='Looking back...'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116757624460968053</id><published>2006-12-31T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:58:24.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Kesabaran</title><content type='html'>I believe God has a purpose for everything. Whatsoever that happens in our life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a goal God wanna achieve in my life through my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants to inculcate PATIENCE in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to success in telemarketing is PATIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also your well-developed brain lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just explain that. *coughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the phone, ....&lt;br /&gt;1. Customer talks too soft - 'Erm, sorry. Can you repeat that?' - Patience.&lt;br /&gt;Some customer really talks very soft. So soft that you can't catch what they're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Customer talks too fast - 'Pardon?' - Patience.&lt;br /&gt;3. Customer screws you for something that's not even your fault - 'I apologise. So sorry.' - Patience.&lt;br /&gt;4. Supervisor throws customer list at you - 'So many ah?' - Patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116757624460968053?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116757624460968053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116757624460968053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116757624460968053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116757624460968053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/kesabaran.html' title='Kesabaran'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116739351512354922</id><published>2006-12-29T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:56:22.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Working Life sucks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK!!! I started this entry with a sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working can be quite fun but yet so exhausting. It is draining my life...literally my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, this is just the beginning. I've not even started 'doing it'. You might not get what I mean here. I JUST FINISHED MY TRAINING...GOSHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for Hewlett Packard is no easy job. Moreover there is this 'Centrino' issue popping out of no where (You would understand what I'm saying if you're from S'pore). Urgh...Frustrating, can?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;No lunch.&lt;br /&gt;No tea break.&lt;br /&gt;Very very late dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT F**KING LIFE IS THIS???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no more a part time job. It is a super duper sibeh over time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be well prepared to attend my funeral soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for now.. Zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGHHHHHHHH.............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116739351512354922?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116739351512354922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116739351512354922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116739351512354922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116739351512354922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/working-life-sucks.html' title='Working Life sucks....'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116684667220852046</id><published>2006-12-24T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:00:51.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>S'pore Trip Code 004</title><content type='html'>Yes. The last day of my Singapore trip. Urgh. I was also quite saddened by the gloomy weather. 'Rain, rain, go away!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with all the Rain advertisements on 8tv??? Or was it ntv7? Bahhhh...I hate rainy rain, and Rain. Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 8am and had to leave at 9am. So hectic! Rushed to the bathroom, got ready, packed my bags and left.&lt;br /&gt;The night before, Aunty M was comforting Uncle M because Uncle M's electronic factory in Johore flooded and all of the raw materials in the factory which were left abandoned in the lower floor got all spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, Uncle M is the CEO of Firstronic in Johore. Cool right? That explains why his house is so huge. *gulp. A very humble man too. Rich and yet humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel sorry for his loss. Poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Uncle M was supposed to fetch us to Johore's bus station. And he did. But it was damn awkward along the way. Uncle M didn't talk much. Guess he was quite worried for his factory. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought our tickets and off we went. After saying goodbyes and all. Uncle M was quite grumpy. Hahaha! Eh, what the heck do you expect????!!!!! A CEO carried luggages for me. Fuh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards I will only take EXTREME VIP buses. ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! NGAU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up that bus, I can already sense presense of irritants around. The aura was there. I felt it.. And my intuition was RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First - Bus driver . WHY ALL THE SEATS ARE TORN?????? He didn't fix them. So it was his fault..&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN!!! Didn't know why he stopped ths bus at the petrol kiosk for so damn long. I think even if he needed to use the toilet, his entire disgestive tract would be out OLEDI LAHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second - There was this Malay couple sitting right in front of me. The Malay lady was more big sized and much taller than her boyfriend or husband. So abnormal right? If she sits on him, I think he'd probably die. I was irritated by her height. She was blocking my view in front. NGAU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third - In the same bus were these Vietnamese gang. I couldn't make up my mind whether they were actually Viets or Malays. Look the same to me. Nevermind. The Viets look so awfully suspicious. Unfortunately I didn't have a gun with me. Or I would have killed all of them before they can do that to me. You never know. Sounds so creepy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth - Then, there was this man in his 50's who sat in front of my sister. THIS ONE WAS DAMN IRRITATING! I had to keep looking to the right so that I won't be disgusted by his agitating behaviour. I really don't know what the **** was wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first he was just eating his smelly bread. The stink sis complained about was his buns. Arghhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Then, he took off his shoes and took out a pair of fishy slippers from his luggage bag. I cannot even imagine if I was the one sitting beside him. I think I would have fainted. Where got such people change in public transport wan???!!!!!!!!Geeeeeee.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/724500/21-12-06_1136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, he wanted to nap or something. And..this happened..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/379978/21-12-06_1141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What the bloody hell??!!!! I wanted to strangle myself. Syooohhhhhhhhh!!!!!! I couldn't believe my eyes that typical China man actually exist!!!! What a disgusting Lao Beh!!!&lt;br /&gt;As he took out his newspaper, he kept starting at the orbituary. God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me wanna stay in Singapore. Leave Malaysia as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth - I also noticed a Malay man who sat behind sis. I think he was probably around age 30 or so. Sis kept rolling her eyes cause' the man pushed sis' seat with his legs. Uncivilised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some unreasonable reason, we switched bus and the Malay man sat right in front of sis. The sight was even clearer now. THAT MANNNN..scratched his head as if there were fleas and ticks on his head. He kept scratching and scratching I thought his scalp would peel off. Arggghhhhhhh!!!!!! I saw the dandruffs flying everywhere!!!! I was dreaming of snowing but after I saw that, I don't want it to snow in Malaysia anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH!!!!!!!! If I manage, I would swim over to Singapore,since everywhere is already flooded and be a PR there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to complain about the people in the bus. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bus went through Johore town, I noticed a hotel called 'Goodhope Hotel'. At first glance I thought it was 'Goodbye Hotel'. So funny, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell boy : Hello sir, Welcome to Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Customer : *Pulling luggage* Pardon?&lt;br /&gt;Bell boy : Welcome to Goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Customer : *Stops* But, I just arrived?&lt;br /&gt;Bell boy : Erm.. Let me carry your luggages to Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Customer : *Continues walking* I don't need this right now. Go away.&lt;br /&gt;Bell boy : Have a good day in Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Customer : WTF do you want from me! *turns to wife* Let's walk over the street to Hello Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Bell boy : *stands still in misery*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, I started witnessing the floods just beside the highway road. Gosh man. Poor farmers and pitiful rubber tappers. No more crops this year. Corpse got lah. Crops tak ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All cars go without tyres this year. No more rubber what. So all vehicles now run on ring alone. LOL. The screeching sound...geeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkk......kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't rest well in the bus. But my sis was sleeping soundly. I saw her snout popping out. Eeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment the bus reached at Seremban's bus terminal, I saw this guy in red with his cap on who just stood there. I was wondering 'wth is wrong with this guy?cannot just get outta the bus issit?!'.. Then after having a closer look, IT WAS FASTARD DOMINIC! Hahaha! I didn't even noticed he was in the exact bus that I was in. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should thank God for one thing. Journey mercy back home. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the trip sucks. Anyone going to SG after Christmas?? Drag me along please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Merry Christmas to all!!! Ho ho ho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more reminder : Even if you believe the existance of Santa Clause, there is no chimney in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116684667220852046?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116684667220852046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116684667220852046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116684667220852046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116684667220852046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/spore-trip-code-004.html' title='S&apos;pore Trip Code 004'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116680853244173409</id><published>2006-12-23T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:00:51.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>S'pore Trip Code 003</title><content type='html'>When I opened my big eyes on Wednesday morning,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/328648/PICT0448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I saw SUNSHINEEEEE...At that moment, I was hopping for joy. I knew it was gonna be a jolly good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something very promising like an angel kissed you on the cheek and you go 'awwwwwwww.....'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to go for a quick swim in the pool. The water was so damn cold! I think the one in charged of the pool decided to pour in ice cubes early in the morning. Stewpit fella. Anyhow, I still swam. It was really chilly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got outta the pool after about 45minutes. Almost vomitted. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, Aunty M wasn't gonna be that stupid anymore. She drove. Yay! Toyota Picnic. I loved the smell of the car wehhh...Since I was sitting next to the driver's seat, I was able to track down and recognise a few roads and landmarks in SG. The next time I'll probably drive there. Kekekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to this place to have lunch. Don't know what it is called again. But the food court was really....shitty. I glanced through the stalls and most of them have been graded 'C' for their cleanliness. Aiyerrr... Don't even know whether my food got flies or not! Worst! Spiders! Don't remind me! Lizards! Cicakman! Arrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty M was really impatient about getting out of that place cause' it was damn dirty. She was the one who brought us there anyway. Hahaha! Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty M parked her Toyota in Marina Square and we walked over to Suntec City. So strange right? Having 2 shopping malls next to each other. Somemore connected! What were these people thinking anyway???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. We went to Suntec City with only one main reason. The Garden Parade. Apparently I only wanted to shop. I don't have enough collection for my closet. Kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are planning to go for the Garden Parade, head for the top floor first! The 2nd floor.. For teenagers like us, I don't think you're interested in cabbages or brinjal? Wait, you like bitter gourd? You're sick man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was kinda dragging my feet into the parade. I was quite reluctant. Flowers wor???!!!!! So gayyyyy... But once I stepped inside the conventional hall, I was amazed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did these people come up with such designs...WAH LIUUUU!!!!! Have a look at the pictures. Put a guard over your mouth, cause' your jaw might drop. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/422888/P1010169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See those bubbles hanging? It's actually glasses with roots in it. The plants survive only on air. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/994803/P1010174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snow City. A bit of Christmas fever.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/80715/P1010179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pensioners' Cottage.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/102245/P1010186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cactuses. Thousands of them.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/391239/P1010181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Designed by a Malaysian. Proud of it. Hahaha!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/307411/P1010172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A child was borned on the 25th of December 2 thousand years ago. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/384239/P1010182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Living room arrangements for Tarzan and Jane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lots moreeeee...You won't regret going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and sis were so exhausted after that floor, and we decided to go for some quick munch. We went to Andersen, of Denmark for snacks. Not entirely snacks! It was so filling! I ordered a homemade muffin and sis a New York cheesecake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My muffin was filled with chocolate chips. BIG ones! Because of my teeth, *ahem, I had to eat with my mouth covered, if not, the chocolates will be parade between my teeth to the public. They don't need another parade in Suntec.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sis' cheesecake was covered with small little bluish furs. Aiyerrr...So disguting! I told sis to eat half of the piece first, then only complain. But of course she didn't. She complained right after she noticed it. It was so funny. They actually replaced it with a new piece. Just like what I expected. Next time I'll bring a dead cockroach and stuff it into any cake then I'll get a new piece! Yeahoooo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At about 5pm, both of us met up with Aunty M and mum in front of the conventional halls. We ALMOST got lost in Suntec. I was quite worried. But we walked with faith and found our way. Thank goodness. Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you believe it? Aunty M suggested that we go back to Marina and look for a Coffee Club for tea time. BUT...BUT..I just had my muffin.....???? Arrrrrrr! Nevermind lah. Not like I had a choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ordered an Iced Rambutan while Aunty M called for a bloody muddy muddy mug pie.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/604389/P1010201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's actually just ice creams with chocolate crust at the bottom and sinfully coated with coffee flavoured juices. Yummmmmmm........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is only found in Coffee Club. Not anywhere else mind you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After walking around Marina for a short while, Aunty M called up Uncle M and we were supposed to go for dinner. WTH??????? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.30pm Andersen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.00pm Coffee Club&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.30pm Dinner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT? WHAT??????? I'd be quite surprised that I don't gain 10kg. Frankly, I have not measured my weight ever since I was back. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We picked up Uncle M from home and head to Ubin Seafood in Bt Timah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I TELL YOUU...We ate so much in Ubin..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uncle M ordered pepper flavoured crabs, fresh prawns, mee and vege. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My fingers were so filthy dirty after having the crabs. Aiyuuuuu..the sause wasn't that tasty and the taste of the crab meat was fantastic. And the prawns....scrumtuous! The service here in this restaurant was good as well. When the heck can Malaysia waitors and waitresses be like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before we even tasted the Crysanthemum tea, they already knew it was sweet. Woah.. Amazing. If in Malaysia, you taste first, then only complain. Even after complaining, still must wait for a long time for them to change the tea. Damn ****ed up lah. What type of attitude! keke..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner was good and we returned home with a heavy stomach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once I reached home, I realised it was already the last day. I didn't get what I wanted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slipper...No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shoe...No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camera...No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Handphone...No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOT HAPPYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the Giordano tee I bought was so bloody small sized. Arghhhh!!!!!!!!! I was seriously unhappy. I was so angry I went to bed at 9pm. Lol. Slept my anger away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***to be continued***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116680853244173409?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116680853244173409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116680853244173409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116680853244173409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116680853244173409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/spore-trip-code-003.html' title='S&apos;pore Trip Code 003'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116675594860044025</id><published>2006-12-22T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:00:51.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>S'pore Trip Code 002</title><content type='html'>I woke up with rain pouring down. I knew it was gonna be a bad day. Didn't know it turned out to be a supremely bad day with dispeakable bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a good night sleeping. I woke up at 4am, 7am, 8am and finally at 8.45am. When I got up at 4am, I was so bloody thirsty but it was already raining outside. I wanted to stuck my tongue outta the window and drink the rain water. Of course I didn't. If anybody sees me doing that, they will be thinking I need sex. Ok, not that anybody will witness the disgusting act at 4am. Singaporeans are not that sick are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8.45am, I had Aunt M's homemade bread. It's not like any Gardenia, High 5 or whatever local bread you can get here. Maybe you can go knocking from door to door in Merbok Cres looking for Aunt M and ask for her homemade bread. Hmmmm~ I can smell it from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a disaster day. Firstly it rained like shit. Secondly the Philipino maid took away 5 hours just mopping the floor. MUST WAIT FOR HER TO BE DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going out at about 2pm. Really shitty lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was curse ya know. SERIOUSLY! We took a cab to some place and went straight to the SMRT station. When I stepped into the cab and tried to close the door, I accidentally broke the tip of the umbrella. Damn embarrassing. Then the taxi driver kept complaining. HAIYOH! AS IF IT'S A BIG DEAL LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxy driver : Aiyoh! my car ah! my door ah! my taxi ah! my shit ah! my fart ah! my dog ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took SMRT to Vivocity. And by the way, SMRT reminds me a lot of HK's MRT. The seats, the passengers (people in HK walk faster, but in Singaporeans walk slightly slower, yet Malaysians walk like turtle! ), almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised it rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkies walk faster,&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans walk slightly slower,&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians walk like turtle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in Vivocity, we didn't shop much. According to Aunt M, Vivocity is the latest mall in SG. We only enter shops which have sales anyway . Hahaha! Like Mango, Nike, Puma, Giordano, Esprit, a lot lahhhh..It's Christmas sales! Oh yeah, Giordano is having 60% discount on selected items. Go check them out. Very cheap even after conversion back to Malaysian linggit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we shopped without knowing time flies. It was already 5pm, and since we were quite exhausted, we walked into BakerZin for tea time. Even though there are BakerZin in KL, but I've never been to one. And since Aunt M was spending, kekekeke..so just order lah! Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Hot coffee with marshmallow, (The marshmallows were so sweet, but I love sweet stuffs.)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/743702/PICT0440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at the shape of the plate.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/205915/PICT0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sis, Raspberry Souffle, &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/977436/PICT0441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aunt M, (Frankly I don't know what they are called anymore. So I'll pass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/351179/PICT0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at the chocolate coating on the Vanilla ice cream with Almond crisp for the topping. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/468733/PICT0439.jpg" border="0" /&gt; These are obviously strawberries. =).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tantalizing right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we were sitting in BakerZin, the rain was still pouring down since we were able to look out of the glass. What a gloomy weather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then took another taxi to Takashimaya in Orchard road. This taxi driver was also another talkative mustard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taxi driver : You know taxi drivers are considered the lowest grade of occupation. We are blamed for everything. Everything is our fault. The customer can say whatever they want but we're just required to keep our mouth shut and smile like an idiot. I was a manager before but I cannot use my manager post to yell back at my customer. We are self-employed ma. Da..da..dad...dadadadada..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Rolls eyes. I almost died in the car. Thank God there was Aunt M to entertain him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he was a good driver lah. He took a longer route to avoid the traffic jam but didn't charge us extra. He actually stopped the meter. I was amazed for a short while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moment we reached Taka, we headed straight for dinner. FOOD..........AGAIN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because the other restaurants were all packed, we decided to eat at Sabai, a Thai restaurant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunt M ordered Thai fried rice with pineapples, Thai fried mee, Thai Tom Yam soup, Thai vege, Thai ice water, Thai this, Thai that...Hehehe..No lah..Only the first few were correct.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you ran outta ideas on what to name your children, go for Sabai's menu. I assure you, your ideas will flood your mind. All the dish names are so special that they sound simply hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at this bowl of soup. So innocent looking isn't it?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/978389/PICT0446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;IT'S NOT! It was so fucking spicy...!!!!! I couldn't take it. I almost wanted to spit it out onto the waitor's face. URGH! But mum was enjoying it like mad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The funny part was, there was this waitor, he was so bloody polite. REALLY! I don't think you can get services like this anywhere in Malaysia except for high class restaurants. This is just like any shopping mall restaurants can! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Aunt M asked for the bill and enquired whether they accept one of her credit cards,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waitor: No ma'am. Sorry ma'am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WAH! So damn polite. You're not in NS man. Take a chill pill lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No sir, sorry sir, yes sir, hello sir, goodbye sir. Cannot take it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since it was still raining like cats and dogs, Aunt M ringed Uncle M up so that he could pick us up from Orchard road. As we were walking, we saw this.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/714208/PICT0447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These dancers were dancing to the Xmas song playing. I doubt they are Christians. Cause' one of the songs were talking about what Jesus is all about. Awww....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I was busy, mesmerized by their dance, there was a loud 'BOM' behind me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I looked over my shoulder, there was this lady on the floor. Slim, pretty lady. Maybe I should call her a girl. LOL. At that moment, I didn't know what to do. Was I supposed to help her get up??? Of course I didn't do anything. Hehe. Since I saw the boyfriend rushed over and hugged her. I was like...Awwwwwww...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So sweet weh. He hugged her so tight and she was just sobbing away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, Uncle M picked us up and went straight home. Took about 30 minutes to reach home man! SO LONG.. I never thought S'pore is so small.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sis told me at home : I bet the girl who fell down just now was not a virgin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Stares. Actually whatever that made her thought about that, made me thought of the same thing too. Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**To be continued** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116675594860044025?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116675594860044025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116675594860044025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116675594860044025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116675594860044025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/spore-trip-code-002.html' title='S&apos;pore Trip Code 002'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116672044165073170</id><published>2006-12-22T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:00:51.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>S'pore Trip Code 001</title><content type='html'>To be frank, my heart wasn't beating as hard as it did the morning I was about the leave for HK last year. I should be excited, but I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Seremban at 12.30pm in a SE Espress bus and reached SG about 6pm. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???!!!! 5 HOURS AND 30 MINUTES! Crazy sial. It took me only 3 hours to reach HK from KLIA. Ok, that was by plane. But still... ARGH! Frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to SG sucks. Why? Cause' the bus driver was taking his own sweet time in Yong Peng. WTH is so nice about that place? Can someone please tell me? Other than peeing, and getting snacks, I don't see why he had to stop for so bloody long. And there were silly people who went for lunch. ARGH????? Lunch in 30 minutes? Hope they vomit in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this white sitting in the seat right in the front of my sister. A white with a white iPod. I think it was a video iPod..Huiyuuuuuuuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white had a white iPod.&lt;br /&gt;White iPod.&lt;br /&gt;White iPod.&lt;br /&gt;The white has a white iPod.&lt;br /&gt;His iPod was as white as snow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a song with 'Mary had a little lamb' tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the journey, reached Johor town about 4.30pm and it started jamming like mad. I was staring at all the cars next to the bus. Most of the cars are SG registered cars. I was just staring and drooling over them. And it was raining like cats and dogs out there. Sighhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/623253/PICT0424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alright, I reached SG at 6pm and Aunty M was waiting at the Immigrant office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Her name is actually Aunty Mary and her husband is Uncle Mo. God knows why they are called that, I've been told from young to call them that. So I made up my mind to call them Uncle M and Aunty M in my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I went with my mum and sis. Just for your info. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty M fetched us to Merbok Cres in Bt Timah along Jln Jurong Khecil (I think), and we reached at the front of this 3 storey house. I was like...wahhhh...3 STOREYS LEHHHH... Ok. Maybe I shouldn't be so shocked. My friends stays in one as well. Good ...good... *clench fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you! This house has so many stairs, even her freelance maid took 5 hours to mop the whole house. JUST MOPPING ALONEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Crazy...crazyyy...! I think if I were to mop my whole house, just give me 15minutes. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the guest room has 3 beds and a bathroom attached. BIGGER THAN MY ROOM! *faints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say something to Yvonne, 'Didn't you read my blog??? How come you messaged me twice??That cost you like... RM2 man!' Hahahaha..Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7pm, Uncle M brought us to Raffles Club House and had our whooping dinner there. Every dish that Uncle M ordered weren't normal dishes. *Gulp. Uncle M was complaining about the waitress that took our orders. She kept introducing about soups. By the way, her name was Ivy. The fascinating thing was, she can speak Cantonese. I was quite shocked. I thought Singaporeans only speak Mandarin and Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not important. We had our desserts and it was fantastic. Yummy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/494912/PICT0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry part of the ice cream is gone. It's a scoop of yam flavoured ice cream with red bean soup. Frankly, it's not the big sized red beans, I forgot what it is called. You must take the soup and the ice cream at one go. Because the ice cream is the one that carries the sweet taste. The soup wasn't exactly tasteless. Just ya noe, the combination worked. Yummylicious if I may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you call 'fine-dining'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we went touring in the club house. Took some silly pictures and off we went back home. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/74850/PICT0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, I hate my camera. It was a Harley-Davidson. Anyone keen for a ride? OK, not that I can ram that outta the club house. But if you don't dream, you'd never get it. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once I reached home, I hurried into the bathroom to get my bath but there was no hot water. WTF?????????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually bathed with cold water. Arghhhhh! It was rainy day can!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After having a freezy cold bath, I headed downstairs and saw mum drinking liquor of 15% alcohol with The M couple. So terrible.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="375" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/633342/PICT0437.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't bother to ask what were those round thingy inside the liquor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went straight to bed after I had sat there for like 5 minutes? They were having the adult talk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yawn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st day...No shopping...No whatever...Fed my stomach and went to bed...One day wasted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*to be continued*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....till next entry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116672044165073170?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116672044165073170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116672044165073170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116672044165073170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116672044165073170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/spore-trip-code-001.html' title='S&apos;pore Trip Code 001'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116669014055708632</id><published>2006-12-21T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:00:51.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M BACKKKKKKK......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update this blog on my SG trip with pictures and day by day adventures in sequence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you SG and Msia are so different. It's like comparing heaven with hell. I should save everything for my upcoming blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bloody Dominic, what were you doing when I went up the bus? Dreaming of how cows jumping over the hurdle issit? Or was is sheeps? Bahhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs bolster. Home sweet home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116669014055708632?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116669014055708632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116669014055708632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116669014055708632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116669014055708632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-backkkkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116634714996328125</id><published>2006-12-17T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:00:51.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Holiday..</title><content type='html'>I happened to just finished watching 'The Devil wears Prada'. How's that for outdated? LOL. So anyway, I think in the near future, I'm gonna be like Meryl Streep's character (Yes, she's the devil in the show.Ahem).. As I was saying.. her attitude is the way man!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://joshandjosh.typepad.com/josh_josh_are_rich_and_fa/images/meryl_streep_in_the_devil_wears_prada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In this cruel, evil corporate world, the only way you will make your way up and to gain people's respect is to hide your darn feelings. You wanna cry? Cry when you're alone. You wanna sulk? Sulk when nobody is around. Even when you're angry, you just have to act all calm and shoot words that tear people into pieces. You can't carry your bazooka around, all you need is your bloody double-edged tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not teaching you how to slander other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool I must say to be like Miranda Priestly (that's Streep's character). Well, it's also quite bad that you step on others in order to move ahead. Nono, I'm not talking about back-stabbing. Back stabbers are sissies. I don't know how to describe it to you, you can consider watching the movie. *grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh..and this type of attitude is especially effective against morons who shows you cold shoulder. Hate these type of people. Sigh.. No comment on them. Spoils my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just..just...just let me add a lil'... these idiots are normally people who thinks they are good looking. People who thinks : Well, I have so many admirers! I don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets on my nerve!  I feel so sorry for people like that. But there are people who are gorgeous yet still show concern and care. Don't know how people think nowadays. Cuckoo? Bahhhh.. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'll be going to Singapore on Monday. Which is...erm..tomorrow. Unless you're reading this on Monday, then I would have gone there. If you're reading this on Tuesday, then I'm already there. *waves like an idiot. SINGA-POO-LAH here I comeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even expect souvenirs from me.. Let me tell you why, I have over 15 friends who went to Genting and DID NOT bring back anything for me. Not even a bottle of fart! WHAT TYPE OF FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My logging would be free, most of the food would be taken care of. So, all I have to pay for is my transport there, and..erm..shopping spree? It's YES..YEAR END SALES! How can you miss that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom, if you see me wandering around aimlessly, please do come and talk to me. Because most probably I've gone lost. Sesated. If not, then don't bother. Hahah! Joking. Ahhh~ I wonder how issit like to be there. Imagine walking in a pool filled with Chinese. I'm not racist or what.. Just..ya noe'.. Bahhh..whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna pack on Monday morning. Yawn... Before I leave, I'm gonna make sure I shit all I can. I don't feel homely in outstation. It's just not the right orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee...Visit Singa-poo-lah 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116634714996328125?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116634714996328125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116634714996328125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116634714996328125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116634714996328125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday..'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116624440708793416</id><published>2006-12-16T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:08:33.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischellaneous'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>So much of drama mama nowadays. Hate dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok..Cheer up.. I'll give you hints and you guess what are they ok? Scroll to the bottom of this entry for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 :&lt;br /&gt;You see me, you happy.&lt;br /&gt;You don't see me, you grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 :&lt;br /&gt;Black strains grow on me and it's not favourable to sniff on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 :&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I smell and sometimes I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of the time I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 :&lt;br /&gt;When I'm white or yellow, it's good news.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm red, I worry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 :&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hard. I penetrate hard. I squeeze juices out to please you.&lt;br /&gt;You scrub me day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ I can't think anymore. Quick. Guess....Time is running out.....Tick tok tick tok.....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Why you so sakai wan! So simple also don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, you continue guessing.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Done? Idiot lah you. Cannot even get one correct ah? I'm gonna hammer you with the idiot box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I told you not to watch so much of porn! Jason! Hahahaha! Ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah..don't wanna torture you lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, really that tough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep sigh...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Shit&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Armpit&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Fart&lt;br /&gt;#4 - Urine&lt;br /&gt;#5 - Teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty minded lah you people. Sighhhhh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116624440708793416?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116624440708793416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116624440708793416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116624440708793416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116624440708793416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116611167001229886</id><published>2006-12-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:08:33.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischellaneous'/><title type='text'>Tourette</title><content type='html'>Years ago, I had a friend with the name Klorox*. (All names will be changed to protect the privacy of the victim. *coughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klorox always make sounds like 'herhhhh' (super high tune.) or 'uhhh'..(something like that.). REPEATEDLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my ignorance, I asked Klorox this question (out of curiousity and also it was getting really irritating) : Why you keep making that sound?! Cannot stop is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friend pulled me away and said : Oei, don't so rude lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude? What so rude about that? I could have gone : F**KER. STOP MAKING THAT F**KING SOUND LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, I found out from Oprah Winfrey's talkshow that it is some kinda disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not contagious. It is not due to excessive constipation. It is not hiccups. It is not due to hormonal imbalance. It is not due to mental disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's not a disease lah. It's called... Tourette Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody now  : OUHHH............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! It's not end of the world yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourette Syndrome is a syndrome where a person repeatedly makes a sound, say something or does something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Klorox's case, it's his 'uh' and 'herh' sound.&lt;br /&gt;If a guy keep saying 'vagina' repeatedly. It's not Tourette Syndrome. It's because he is a sex maniac.&lt;br /&gt;So, the 'word' part varies.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Erm..if a girl keep shaking her head, that's Tourette Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;Constant burping is also not included as Tourette symptom. You're just too full. Lol. As if you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender doesn't matter a thing lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know? Then STOP making fun of Tourette victims. It's not they want that to happen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna create awareness here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just found out that my grand daughter broke up with her sucky boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody now : Awwwww...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually people at that age shouldn't couple up. LOL. I can see people already holding pebbles ready to stone me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. Syoh. No need to be so serious. Chill lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was referring to teens at the age of 17??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, do not..let me repeat..DO NOT.. DIY when it comes to bleaching hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I did that for my mom, and I kept sniffing in the chemical. And now, I'm having headache..ARGH! I'm dying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116611167001229886?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116611167001229886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116611167001229886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116611167001229886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116611167001229886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/tourette.html' title='Tourette'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116602215606793656</id><published>2006-12-14T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:45:51.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day to Remember</title><content type='html'>Yawn.. It was indeed very tiring dragging a kid to mall. A kid my size! Shocking? Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring...but exciting, since it was Bao Bei I was bringing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I were to tell you the entire adventure I've been through today, it would be seriously tedious. Moreover you wouldn't wanna know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah. I'll tell you a bit. A bit only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me and Baobei agreed on watching Deja Vu. Because the time arrangement only permits us to do so. Casino Royale will be shown at a particular odd time. And I will not watch Happy Feet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make me do the movie review. I beg youuuu... I've got nothing to say about that show. Except that it is actually pretty cool to have a time device in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA *evil laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would know the lottery numbers and go back in time. And I would be the winner!!! Give me all your money!!!! Shit. I'm obsessed with money. Sollie ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait. Sollie is a nice name. Sollie Bollie Wollie! Hhahahahahaha! I apologise for my misbehaviour. Got infected by Virus Kin. kinkinkinkinkinkin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, that would be my new signature laughter. KINKINKINKINKINKIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it feels weird lah. Being zap back to the past. Freaky weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to do the same thing a thousand times. OR. I could do a thousand things at the same time. Make sense? Nevermind. *coughs. Stew *coughs ..pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the mall, we did the most important thing. That was purchasing the tickets. D'ohhh.. That was the whole point of going to the mall, right? Besides being able to irritate BaoBei that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, she actually wanted to watch Cicakman! Who the heck watches Cicakman! Those patriotic fools better not get patriotic here, cause' I don't permit patriotism! LOL. I know it's Malaysian production. Erm...so? Why not you go catch 'Possessed'? Malaysian production also. Yea. Go lah. Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/217408/PICT0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I present you the ugliest super hero ever. Cicakman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr.Bean has the exact same post. Hehe! Though the legs slightly different. But, heck! Same!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/391491/PICT0400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The private part is censored. 18SX. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lah. After getting the tickets, we traipsed around the mall. Seriously got nothing to do. Walk, walk and more walk. Talk, talk and more talk. Eh, it rhymes. Kinkinkinkinkin.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking for half an hour, we decided to sneak in food (for me) and drinks (for Bao Bei). It was retarded. I hid her can drink in my jacket while she didn't hide my food at all. Did you, baobei? I don't think she did. She could put it in her mouth since it was really big, but nah..OR..shove it up her ass...but nah..OR..okok..it gets disgusting..so I better not mention it. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/361486/PICT0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bao Bei lookin' for her Pepsi Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently BaoBei was blind, she had to put on her grandma's geeky spectacles when we entered the dark cinema. I tell you! You'd really look like a nerd with it. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/154429/PICT0413.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;See?! Sorry about my thick lips. Hahaha! Don't be jealous..Lots of people want my lips. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the cinema, we found our seats, watched through the plain advertisements, and the show started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I mentioned before this, the movie was okay. So-so lah. And please don't deny it BaoBei, that lady looks like Halle Berry. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking about that, those who are hairy must name themselves Barry. So it would be Hairy Barry. Halle Berry. Hairy Barry. Halle Berry. Say it 10 times. SAY IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Show started at 12.20pm and ended at..erm..2.40pm? Remembered that I had to wait for Michelle until 3pm to get her books form me. Wuahahahha... I sold a few books for RM13. LOL. Pity Michelle. She actually had to use a trolly to carry the books and ALL my notes. Hahaha! It was really nothing, Mich. I'm just removing dumps. Hehehe! No lah. The notes can be quite useful shit. For me that is. For you I've got no idea. Anyway, you owe me a meal. Kinkinkinkinkinkin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what we did during the 20 minutes time interval. MORE WALKING. Bao Bei kept looking at plush toys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be frank, all the plush toys are really furry and soft. No wonder girls love them so much. Especially BaoBei I guess. You want proof? There ya' go!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/637750/PICT0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/407508/PICT0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Freaky toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see that Birdie over there? Far left. She wants that! Worst was, we couldn't reach at all. Those stupid people. What management is that! IF YOU WANNA SELL SOFT TOYS, HOW CAN YOU PLACE THEM SO HIGH UP! You've to let people touch it, feel it, hug it, taste it, stare at it, play with it, sit on it, shit on it, step on it. Then only they'll be convinced and buy it. No?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After getting Mich her books, I drove off to Hong Kong Central and had a drink there with BaoBei. When we were making our way to the entrance, these uncivilised morons had to stare at us like we were some kinda alien. I'M SERIOUS! Ok lah. They weren't looking at me, but Bao Bei. Sometimes I just feel like hiding behind her shadow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bao Bei always walk with air in her hair. I realised that. Like some sorta super model. And she is certainly not bad looking. At all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had our drinks and left that sucky place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you guessing wtf is BaoBei?? ARE YOU? LOL. I like to build up the anticipation. Here goes..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..............................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;........................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...........................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;......................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VOILA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 38px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/734689/PICT0415.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;BaoBei sipping her Melon Joot (or juice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Snigger.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BaoBei is hot, you're not!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wait, I told you the entire agenda didn't I? Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kinkinkinkinkinkin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so 'secretless' right now........wu wu wu........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116602215606793656?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116602215606793656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116602215606793656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116602215606793656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116602215606793656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day to Remember'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116575816723083173</id><published>2006-12-12T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:08:33.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischellaneous'/><title type='text'>Miraculous Usage of a Condom</title><content type='html'>That day I was chatting with my friends and we talked about plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This might not be the actual conversation.Slightly altered.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon : Eh Steph, I think you should grab a plastic bag and put your head in it. ( Cause' she was just 14 and we were talking about a topic which is case sensitive. Ahem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph : =.=" (Cha dou. Sweat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon : I think plastic bags could be used as condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne : Yea. For a walrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Lynne, IT WAS FREAKIN' FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not gonna talk about plastic bags today, but condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://www.linkcondom.com/condom.gif" border="0" /&gt;I battled with my conscience whether to blog about this or not, but alas, I won. Ahem. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 reasons why girls should carry condoms with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, of course it's to have safe sex with your bf/husband. That's pure common sense. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When both of you are half way kissing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl &amp; Guy : Ngaum ngaum ngaum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Ngaum......*trying to unzip his pants with a busy mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Ngaum.......*Shocked.......What...ngaum...are you...trying to.....ngaum....do????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Screw....ngaum....you lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Eh......ngaum......Don't want....ngaum.... litat lah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Urgh...I...ngaum....high already lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl : *Pushes guy away. Then stop kissing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Cannot....*Forces tongue into girl's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Waitttt...ngaum....WAITTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!! *Puts her hand into purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : *Stops kissing her and scratches head. You....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl : NAHHHH...TAKE! I don't wanna be a mother so early. I'm still young and fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : *immediately went soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!! That's not the point. The point is...try to prevent yourself from getting pregnant at young age and of course..DON'T HAVE PREMARITAL SEX. That's the best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a funny comic strip I got from the internet. Not really funny, but you can giggle to yourself if you wanna.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="608" alt="" src="http://mitsuhirato.free.fr/images/BD%20laurent%20fels%20condom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;If you're unable to read this, don't force yourself. Just chill, ok? Smoke your pipe, balding old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, for the usage of a rapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we don't want this to happen. But can't help it if the rapist nails on you, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can run for your life, please do. Girls, don't stand there and tempt the rapist. I assure you, he'll come on your like a hungry wolf! So, just run and run and run...run until there's a dead end,run until you go unconscious, run until you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once failed, abort mission. And use Plan B. This is where the condom comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to safe guard your life, dictate this to the rapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't see your face.&lt;br /&gt;2. I won't remember your voice.&lt;br /&gt;3. And take this. (hand over the condom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you forget everything else, just remember to give the condom to him. At least if you don't get an unwanted baby and you bear that burden for the rest of your miserable life. As if your life is not miserable enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually girls have long hair. And if they lose their hair band, they'll get very frustrated, unhappy and start sulking for the wrong reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suggest that, your condom can be your emergency rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stretch it to the max, and tie it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third usage of a condom for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set a new trend. You might be able to make it big. Not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done with the girls, I would like to elaborate on why guys should also carry condoms. Or..condom.. One or two doesn't make much difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly is of course you wanna have sexual intercourse willingly. I heard from one of my friends that all guys are horny. Is it true? Personally I think it's not true. Maybe most. But not all. Only 94% of men masturbate. So the left over 6% of men are not horny. See! I proved you wrong, Kupi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed correctly! The second usage is for the rapist too! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a guy. I don't need another guy to ejaculate into me. Either throat or anus. Maybe you need a clearer situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Rapist : *Points knife behind guy's back. DON'T MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Er? What? What? What do you want? Here, here! Take my handphone! Take my wallet! There's a RM50 note in my shoe too! Take everything! Just not my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Rapist : Ergh! Shut up! You talked too much! *Ties guy's hands together and pushes him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : WTF do you wanna do with me??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Rapist : *Unzips pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : WT FISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! WTF is that thing???!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Grosssssss!!!!!!!!!! *Vomits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Rapist : Ngek ngek ngek. *Moves forward reaching for the guy's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Nooo..Noooooooooooo..... You filthy moron!!!!!! Noooooooooo........!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Rapist : *Forces his penis into the guy's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : laowiejnfwkehyudfyudfehmwkenwakjhgyfwefwegfg.......... (Obviously couldn't say anything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightttt!!!!!!! So, that is the worst that could happen.No? I rather have him screw my ass than my mouth. My anus got no tongue! There's a better alternative. Prepare a condom for the rapist. At least you don't have to take in his urea, sperm, sperm and MORE SPERM. A protection would do the trick. Though there's a slight probability that the condom might break but the risk of swallowing an unknown men's cum is undenially unbelievably disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. I rather have a rubber in my mouth than that filthy animal's kukujiao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! You prevent yourself from being infected by HIV. I'm so thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third reason would be...you'll be able to urinate in it. Hahaha! Emergency exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think public toilets can be found anywhere????? Obviously NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the best way is to pee in your condom. If your urine flow out like waterfall then I can't help you lah. LOL. Then you'd need 2 condoms. That's would be so hilarious since you've to quickly, almost immediately, swtich to a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think condoms are great help. Geeee...Even Hilary Duff got herself one.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="441" alt="" src="http://wasimmer.de/images/hillary_duff-condom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Why not you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that all the girls looking at the picture are hitting on the guy behind Duff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhh~ Horny girls....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUTHOR : This entry is plain crap. Don't purchase condoms!!!! Unless you're married that is. I don't care if you give lame excuses like, 'Hey! It's fragranic to my purse'. That's sick gal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116575816723083173?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116575816723083173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116575816723083173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116575816723083173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116575816723083173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/miraculous-usage-of-condom.html' title='Miraculous Usage of a Condom'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116568377963086079</id><published>2006-12-10T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:08:33.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischellaneous'/><title type='text'>What a creative God we all have!</title><content type='html'>Do you know God is actually very creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, you don't know? How can you not know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, God created Elephants! (Actually I don't know the arrangements lah. I assume He created Elephants first.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="427" alt="" src="http://www.puzzlehouse.com/images/webpage/elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then maybe God got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapirs...,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.exzooberance.com/virtual%20zoo/they%20walk/tapir/Tapir%20471001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Sorry about the danggling tongue..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elephant Seals...,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://www.sanluisobispocounty.com/phototour/images/photos/082_PiedrasBlancasElephantS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I don't think the one underneath is an elephant seal..probably...a dog seal or something..I don't know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..............................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;........................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOUR MIDDLE FINGER LAH! NAHHHHHH!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="356" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/w/b/bush_finger_flip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or rather Bush's middle finger. Bahhhh! Either way works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered, IF one day God decides to take back all these creations?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elephants...Gone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapirs....Gone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elephant Seals....Gone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Middle fingers...Gone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world would be less interesting and we would look like E.Ts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, hide your middle finger, walk up to your mirror, raise up your hand, cough, and say 'I come in peace..'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116568377963086079?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116568377963086079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116568377963086079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116568377963086079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116568377963086079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-creative-god-we-all-have.html' title='What a creative God we all have!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116559199562087351</id><published>2006-12-08T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:50:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong?</title><content type='html'>Since Kota Baru Municipal Council says it will no longer tolerate indecent dressing, we must also support a bit lah. ( Even though I've got nothing to do with it. I'm from Seremban. Can't help it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, your sexy slutty bitchy dress.... GOTTA GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the guys, the next time you see your girl friends dressing like a slut......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/597214/PICT0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'Woah! So sexy wuuu...Woot! Very very gorgeous dress! Love it man! Simply delicious!' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT...you must say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/464909/PICT0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Aiyuuu...Got get raped anot?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember to support this campaign! (Sounding really, really sarcastic...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="583" alt="" src="http://www.womenlifestyle.com/images/r_wardrobe_compare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously, every men in Kelantan would love to say to their wife..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;' AHHH! Wear like the one on the left! I bet everyone would be jealous at me cause' I have sucha sexy wife! Woahhhhh...! My blood flowing to the wrong places....Woot! '&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....unfortunately the law disallowed this from happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So all the men in Kelantan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; say to their wife....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;' Wear like the one on the right loh...You think you have a choice meh?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116559199562087351?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116559199562087351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116559199562087351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116559199562087351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116559199562087351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-wrong.html' title='What&apos;s wrong?'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116555085343871291</id><published>2006-12-08T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T14:56:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Advertorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's Christmas season, don't you think you need to get gifts for your loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean c'mon, it's Christmas. You seriously need to thank them for existing in your life. Or even just stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I have for you is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bean bags! Well, there are 14 different designs for your picking pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Have a look... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/283252/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model A&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/647309/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model B&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/794726/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model C&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/753533/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model D&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/635195/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model E&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/582712/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Model F&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/272808/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model G&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/693125/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model H&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/773090/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model I&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="295" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/453759/2.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;Model J&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/41768/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model K&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/828303/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model L&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/657187/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model M&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/136980/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Model N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you're wondering : Don't know comfortable wan anot!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/923819/front%20page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then here's a picture to explain it all. Oh gosh, you can even make out on the bean bag. LOL. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it's comfy. I have satisfied customers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forget earring stands!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's the price???&lt;br /&gt;The bean bags are sold for RM280 in stores but I'm only selling them for RM245. It's dirt cheap price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fantastic gift either for your girly girl, boyish boy, motherly mom, fatherly dad, irritating siblings, etc. Whoever, whatever, whenever. These bean bags are appropriate. OR EVER FOR YOURSELF!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can even buy 4 or 5 bean bags and forget about getting a couch which sucks up 2k from your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the occasion is, these bean bags come in handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm also selling is Apple 30GB iPod Videos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/28925/picture484ji4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The normal price is RM 1299 but now you can fetch it from me for RM 1069! How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For detailed informations, visit &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipod/ipod.html"&gt;http://www.apple.com/ipod/ipod.html&lt;/a&gt; . I'm not gonna trash talk you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only the white ones are available. White Christmas. See! What a gorgeous gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that weh...Listening to iPod while relaxing on a bean bag. Fuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I need to tell you guys, I'm getting these items from my supplier which is from another state. So, the travelling expenses need to be paid by you as well. Of course I'll get as cheap as possible lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least cheaper than the price they sell in the stores. &lt;p&gt;Together with the iPod you bought, there will be a 1-year warranty from Apple themselve and a 1-week warranty personally from my supplier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where do you get sucha a good offer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're not alone considering this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys! I'm also selling my books! Hurray! Everyone now...! HOOORAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, books that are sold for higher price are normally original books..not photostated and probably old..And used ones are sold for cheaper price (ie. workbooks and stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. They are all STPM level books. SPM can go and die. LOL. Jokin' .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have 27 books waiting to be taken away from my hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please drop me a mail if you :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(a) Have any enquiries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(b) Wanna get a bean bag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(c) Wanna get an iPod&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(d) Want me to send you the book list&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's my email add.. &lt;a href="mailto:jon_wongzm@hotmail.com"&gt;jon_wongzm@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't wait. These offers don't linger on forever ya' noe? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116555085343871291?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116555085343871291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116555085343871291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116555085343871291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116555085343871291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/advertorial-since-its-christmas-season.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116532528650987159</id><published>2006-12-07T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:49:29.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dreadful Night</title><content type='html'>IT WAS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVERRRRR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Alright. From now on, (as in only in this post) every 'over' word will be capitalised, coloured, enlarged and bolded. LOL. Got sucha word? Haha! Bolded. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAM WAS&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YESSS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering why my friends hadn't call me yet. Oei! Ring you stupid phone! Ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chucks phone on couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH! Fine! Our friendship is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good day. I got my hair done. Exam &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What else? Nothing else. One more thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where got people after exam stay at home wan! Like a loser! I DON'T WANNA DIE AT HOMEEEE......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair stinks man after dying. Seriously! Smells like someone poured some thousand year old century egg on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm planning to work. I wanna work in an advertising firm. I'm gonna work from the bottom. I wanna be an apple shiner. I'm gonna feed their every pleasure. They want me to lick their shoe, I....lick! They want me to spank their butt, I ...spank! LOL. No lah. I'm not that kinda person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not taken any initative to snap a picture of my hair yet. It's not that I don't wanna show you, it's that.. I don't know how. Hahaha! Seriously. My hair was so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ly black that the result of my hair colour now is dark bronze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U must be thinking: Eeyer...Sure suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE! It looks good ok! I don't know how to describe it to you. So maybe you should hide behind the tree opposite my house and take a peek at my hair. Haha! You're not so desperate, arent' you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ You should be. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have my hair dyed, I'll go to the mall everyday. Hahaha! Well, my handphone credit is drying up. Anybody willing to offer me a top up? Kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not planning to work until January ok! My wallet is also on fire. So this month how? Stay at home? I still had to go to church on Sundays. 31 days minus 4 days. Wahhhhhhhhh! Too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already. 27 days???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting Christmas Day is almost here. The all time seasonal favourite laughter 'Ho-ho-ho' will be heard all &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the place this time around. Don't you think Santa Clause is actually very irritating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is fat.&lt;br /&gt;He is lazy.&lt;br /&gt;He only work on the 24th of December.&lt;br /&gt;Which is only one miserable day.&lt;br /&gt;He needs 6 reindeers to drive him around.&lt;br /&gt;And he only work around European countries. He forgot all about Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Ass.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how he fits through the chimney.See, Asian countries do not own chimneys at home. So Santa decided not to come here. He can't be knocking on your door at 12am, can't he?&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, he is not even real. Stupid Santa. Don't know which idiot came up with this scam.&lt;br /&gt;Cheating small children of their innocence.&lt;br /&gt;I guess if he is real, he would make out with the elfs. Am I right? No such thing as Santarina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Santa is so tired after filling his stomach with a chicken drumstick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa : Fuh! I'm so full. Ho-ho-ho.&lt;br /&gt;Lady Elf : [indian slang] Oh? Okie dokie. Let me get ready the bed for you, then I can get back to my work. The list is still coming in.&lt;br /&gt;Santa : Bahhh..those children can wait. Ho-ho-ho.&lt;br /&gt;Lady Elf : Oh..no..they are precious.&lt;br /&gt;Santa : Argh! You listen to me! Come &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here!&lt;br /&gt;Lady Elf : (stands nearer to Santa with hands at her back) Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Santa : Turn around!&lt;br /&gt;Lady Elf : (turns around.) Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Santa : (spanks elf's ass) Ha...take that...&lt;br /&gt;Lady Elf : Oh...no...nooo....That is wrong Mr.Clause. No..no...&lt;br /&gt;Santa : I don't care! (Grabs elf and put her on his thigh.)&lt;br /&gt;Lady Elf : AHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can figure out what's gonna happen after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhhhhh....So, Baldwin messaged me for movie last night. Ahhhhhh~ Finally. Must be God's will. God heard my prayers. Thank you, Jesus! I have been wanting to watch Happy Feet since...since...FOREVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...haha! No lah. Since before STPM started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I just know it, you guys are gonna object to what I'm gonna say from here on. Well, give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I think the movie is obsence yet funny. If you don't find it obsence, watch that show again. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumble dry humped (if not wet) Gloria. See! I told you. To hell with all the apologies Jason. As long as you did it, you did it. If you screwed a girl, you can't just apologise and get away with it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proof you wrong, Jason! Get&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can be a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... Secondly. I couldn't stand how the main character looks like. How can they make him so bloody ugly? He is like the most ugly penguin ever. He is like the Ugly Duckling in the whole movie. Why can't he grow up to look like the usual penguins? WHY? WHY? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His beak is shorter. He is furry. He doesn't have that yellow thing at his chest (even a bit doesn't count ok!). The way he walks is uglier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyohhhhhhh..the main character just suck. I just like it when he is at child stage. It was certainly cute. How I wish I could have 100 of them and throw at my stupid car til' it's flat. Dead flat. Hell flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all, it's a good movie. The story line was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKING BOUT MY STUPID CAR, actually I was being clumsy and careless, but I just wanna blame it on the car. *snigger. WHAT! YOU DON'T LIKE ISSIT! Penguin-head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I forgot to switch off my car lights. OR that car lit up the lights himself. (Ha! All my stuffs have genders!) My handphone is a lady, so I touch it everyday. *Coughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie for an entirely two hours, (imagine my car lights was on for TWO HOURS!) I walked up to my car with Kupi and I had difficulty using the remote controller to unlock my car doors. I was already so scared. I thought it was the batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to every corner of the car and aim the remote controller near to the car but failed miserably. And just when I was about to press the controller from the front of the car, I realised my carlights are on! And the lights look like it's dying. OH MY SHIT!!!!!! I was really really scared. Seriously, I never had this thing happened to me before. I panicked. Almost fainted in the mall's carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart went lub dup dup, lub dup dup. 3 HEARTBEATSSSS! I thought I was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baldwin must have wondered, 'What's happening there? Why are they walking around the car?'. He drove &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I told him my situation. Thanks Baldwin for trying to help. With no luck, he didn't bring out his car cables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of Cheok Hoong! Yes, Cheok Hoong! Asked Kupi to give him a call since they are classmates and closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting in the car for 20 minutes with heartbeat going crazy and mumbling to Kupi about how careless I was, CH reached together with his sister and brother-in-law. I know he's your future brother-in-law,CH. But anyway, I'm being kind. Takkan I say CH's friend right? Or CH's sister's BF. Sounds so wrong and so weird.&lt;br /&gt;CH's brother-in-law sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God his brother-in-law is a mechanic. The cables didn't work and burned up because he carelessly putting both cables of different charges together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was also a mechanic. He took out my car batteries, wipe it clean, screw here, screw there (God knows what he did.)...And it worked! Clap! EH, CLAP LAH! I know it looks stupid, but just clap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Kupi whether I should pay him. He worked at that thing for like half an hour ok! Not pay him lah, like belanja him or something. Kupi insisted that I do not take out my wallet. Er, so I didn't. Next time CH, I spend you a drink. I owe you man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a dreadful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at 10.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;Car battery died at 10.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for CH until 11.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;Car done by 11.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;Fetched Kupi home until 11.56pm.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 12.10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreadful, right? Just because of one silly milly billy little mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson to be learnt. NEVER FORGET TO OFF YOUR CARLIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good day. I can sense it. Hmmmm~ The fresh air....Today Bao Bei will be free from STPM. Yay? Yay to all the Physics students too. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are having a bad day, call me. I'll tell you the whole story line of Happy Feet. The better version. Adioz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this entry should have been posted 2 days ago. Till then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116532528650987159?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116532528650987159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116532528650987159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116532528650987159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116532528650987159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/dreadful-night.html' title='A Dreadful Night'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116516272007214876</id><published>2006-12-03T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:18:40.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash Mocha</title><content type='html'>Rather than the usual heartbeat which is 'lub dup lub dup'...mine is going like 'BOP BOP BOP' already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th of December is just a day away. Which is tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooohoooo..I already bought my hair dye. You might be thinking I'm sucha sakai : As if it's a big deal dying your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a symbol of freedom. Well, since I'm not getting the keys yet, get some dye on my hair can be quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;Look. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/753294/PICT0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's Ash Mocha! I'm gonna look like a punk man! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty cool, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yala yala, I'm an aborigine. So? so?????? Aborigine who dyes his hair is a cool aborigine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If a normal aborigine stays on a tree, this aborigine right here stays above the trees. I'll leave the imaginating part to you. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yawnnnnn... More updates after Tuesday. Will update on all the party pictures and of course my dyed hair!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116516272007214876?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116516272007214876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116516272007214876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116516272007214876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116516272007214876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/ash-mocha.html' title='Ash Mocha'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116484298610169676</id><published>2006-11-30T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:46:09.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>Day of Freedom : 5th of December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days from Freedom : 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour of Freedom : 4.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours from Freedom : 5+12+24+24+24+24+12+4.30 = &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;129.30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hours (That's hell too many hours!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AREN'T U HAPPY FOR ME??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my exam timetable..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5293/2477/400/189946/PICT0372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ahhh~ More ticks now right? Tick tick tick!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more paper left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics Paper 1 : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics Paper 2 : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengajian Am Paper1 : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengajian Am Paper2 : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology Paper 1 : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology Paper 2 : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Paper 1 : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Paper 2 : &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Can't wait for this to be over!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOHOOOOO...!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, it's Kean's birthday today. My wushi mushi sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, this year's questions are all very tough.. Honestly. To me, they are. To others, I don't wish to know. You guys having STPM next year better be very, very well prepared because I know I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explains all the 'tikam-ing'. EVEN IN ESSAY ALSO CAN TIKAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself. But all glory back to God because He was the one who guided me through and will continue to guide me in my last paper. The scariest paper of all, Chemistry Paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Biology science stream students are the ones that are gonna be released the earliest!!!!! Which is 5th of Dec. Physics students must wait til... 6th is it? Art stream...erm... 7th???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh~ Bother lah..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, which was the day I had P.A Paper2 and Biology Paper2, I slept from 8.30pm right up to 5.45am this morning.. Incredible or what?! Like as if there are no more papers. If you're curious to when I typed this, it is now.....(checks the clock...) 7.15am. That's right. 7.15am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my dog is not awake. I messaged my friends and they are not awake either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually took out my Chemistry notes and READ. I feel so proud of myself once again. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bloody hungry right now, my stomach is growling : OEI!!! MY GASTER JUICE IS KILLING ME! FEEEEEEEEED ME, YOU MORONIC OWNER!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad I've not brushed my teeth. Stomach gotta endure the pain once in a while. Make sure you do that. Don't pamper your stomach too much until it starts growing and builging, sorta like mine. It's definitely annoying.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be getting rid of it! I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are supposed to read, read now. (ONE MORE PAPER TO GO!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are sleepy, sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are hungry, eat now. (Don't starve. You really don't wanna look like those children from Africa.)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are dirty, bathe now.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are holy, pray now. (Ok lah!!!! Not holy also allowed to pray.)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are crazy, dance now.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are smelly, drink Ambi Pur now. (Make sure it's the whole thing. Not half of it.)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are idiotic, kill yourself now. (Scientist haven't come out with any cure for stupidity.)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are horny, go have sex now. (Only for married couples!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are farting, go shit now. (Smell your fart, it's an indicator.)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are masturbating, stop right now. (Yup. Nothing here for you to wank at.Except for Louis Koo's picture. That's right. Wank to that!)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are writing, scribble on your face now.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are texting, why not just call, now? (Let them listen to your sweet voice.)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are missing their loved ones, go see them now. (They'll love it, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are lonely, make out with the mirror now. (Though disgusting.Try not to imagine.Ahhh! Don't do it please!)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are driving, steer to the right now. Who cares if Penang Municipal Council's Limo is beside your's. (the more you wanna bang. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;Those who are exercising, weigh yourself now. (Cause' you know, you got a long long way ahead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116484298610169676?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116484298610169676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116484298610169676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116484298610169676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116484298610169676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-for-everything.html' title='A Time for Everything'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116418917388708761</id><published>2006-11-22T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:52:54.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st 3 days of Hell</title><content type='html'>As you know, STPM started 3 days ago which was Monday. *nods. It was certainly not easy to be able to handle 3 out of 8 papers all in 3 consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my next paper would be Biology on next Monday. Now I can chill all I want, hang out all I want, party all I want, watch T.V all I want, sing all I want, shop all I want, dance all I want, play all I want, tease everybody all I want, SMS all I want, make phone calls all I want, online all I want, chat all I want, bath all I want, nag mum all I want, bang the door all I want, and dadadadadadadada..I bet you are getting sick of reading about my routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna give you the finest detail of what happened during these 3 days of torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st day of War&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1.02am (19th of Nov), I tossed and turned on my bed but I couldn't fall asleep. I just couldn't. Believe me. I tried all the postures any sane human would do to sleep soundly. I guess half and hour after that, I hit the right orientation and slept like a farm boar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day. As usual we had to queue up like small kids and marched to the exam hall. Wasn't even a hall in the 1st place! It was a class! A normal, pathetic looking CLASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were given the question paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pengajian Am. Paper 1. Multiple Choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so scary, my body was literally shaking. Mama, help me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you ask me, the questions were seriously challenging. Don't believe me?? REALLY LAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 1st 20 questions were so tough, that I kept guessing for the answers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A or C arh?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"hmmm...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"But if this one then......"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Cannot be...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A lah!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ticked 'A'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry. You'll be doing this a lot if your STPM is next year. Bahahahaha! Yes, Michelle? *snigger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those questions on solving problems were kinda easy though I made some mistakes which reflected me as a very careless person. Urgh!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 hours passed and it was time to go home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone was like, " WHAT THE HELL! WHAT PAPER IS THAT LAH! Harder than Trials weh!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I was praying at the side, "Jesus, please take me home."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Battle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't even feel like talking about it. I screwed the entire paper. Ok lah. I exagerated. I screwed half of the paper. Bad enough?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mathematics Paper 1. No choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I flipped open the front page and Tadah! The world's most difficult question. AND IT WAS THE 1ST QUESTION!!!!! FUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The question actually looked easy. But when you start figuring how to break this part up, assemble the other part up and you end up cracking your head up.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brain juice was flowing out from my ears like fountains.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Wah! Looks easy ah."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Let me just take this out..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Okok, I'm getting it....wooohooo"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Eh wait, this one how..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Put back, put back.." (*Erase..erase)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Correctly lah stupid!..." (*Writes the same thing which was erased.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No lah banggang! Urghhhh!" (*Cancels the entire working.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If I can just get this there..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"But how..oh... I know!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Eh? how come look so weird.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"argghhhhh! Different Answer!!!!!" (Answer was provided for the particular question because we were supposed to prove it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this whole process repeated itself which goodness knows how many times. It took me 15 minutes on the FIRSTTTTTTTTTT QUESTION!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank God I came back into senses and skipped that question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A total of 11 question still awaits me!!!! Aiyoh..die lah die lah"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I saw Pn.Ng's (My maths teacher) face suddenly appear in my vision : Don't panic if you cannot solve the first few questions. Don't lose hope. Your hope is in the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUH! From then on, for every single question I couldn't do, I just shouted in my head " GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE THOU ART!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It would look really silly if I banged my head on the table, so the one and only solution was to cry out to God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total question : 12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total question don't know how to do : 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5/12!!!!!!!!!! That's like 40% gone! Evaporated! Poof!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd day of War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because the paper was at 2pm. So I had all the time in the world since I have the whole morning to study, which I didn't do much. I ended up onlining, listening to music, walk here and there like there was no exam on that day.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At approximately 10am, I went to my mum and complained to her, " Aiyoh! I don't know what I'm reading." (I did the exact same thing to Bao Bei also. Hahaha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum told me to pray and just trust in the Lord. I did that and went back to my desk. Open my notes and read like mad. Seriously! I was stuffing everything I could into my tiny-mini-little brain. (As if your brain very big!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drove to school and sweated profusely. The weather was so hot. But that did not stop me from reading! I read and read and read until it was time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.45pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went into the exam hall and sat there like a bloody fool. Seriously! I couldn't do anything except to admire the sexyback of my classmate and the emptiness of the ceiling. Lalalallalalala! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.57pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the disaster started. I wondered why so early. "SHOULD BE 2.00PM YOU STUPID!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok. I didn't do that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my surprise, I could do some of the questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"OMG!!! I KNOW HOW TO DO THIS!!!!!!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yes. Yes. But if this is the answer, then.....okok...I got it!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Uh huh...Answer is.....*checks calculator and refers back to the question........B!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Fuh! Praise the Lord. Hallelujah!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Next question..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Sodium hydroxide reacts with.................dadadadadadadadada..........." *Reads question&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"OK!!!! I don't know how to do..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hmmmm...C!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Next..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total question : 50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total questions "tikam-ed" : Unknown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so happy. I ticked the timetable on my wardrobe with joy. Tick, tick, tick!!!!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I bet you won't be able to read a single thing from the picture. Wooooohoooooooo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the next major exam I would face in the near future, I will have 4 calendars place on my desk since now I already have 3.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister came to my room one day and asked, "You lost track of time issit?!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so happy I don't mind hugging Kean's maid despite her selfish-ness burning stuffs in front of my house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boohoohooo! Everybody should cheer up! Stop studying for the moment. Rest for two days! Go cybercafe! Go shopping mall! Go wherever you will like going!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116418917388708761?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116418917388708761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116418917388708761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116418917388708761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116418917388708761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/1st-3-days-of-hell.html' title='The 1st 3 days of Hell'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116357750828866066</id><published>2006-11-19T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:36:09.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak Nak Rain, Say No to Hujan!</title><content type='html'>You want proof for Yap Wan Kwang's case? There! Your proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/wankwuang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;For you who are able to read Chinese, Brava! Those who can't, too bad. Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How much is 15 'wan'? 150k?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHH...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM150,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FOR HIS OP????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember grandma ( Oops, I mean Huey Yi.) said, she couldn't resist Rain after reading one of my entries few months back (&lt;a href="http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-influencial.html"&gt;http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-influencial.html&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said Rain has a fabulous body in that picture. Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to make all of you go mad at him! As in ANGRY!!!!! Not mad (nuts/crazy/cuckoo/supercalifragilisticespielidocious) over him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall now mend for what I've caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know, I know, I'm supposed to study.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are LEGIONS of Korean artiste that you can actually fall for (Just not Rain. Anybody but Rain.) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU READY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T HEAR YOUUUU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you scroll downwards, may I warn you that if you're conservative type of reader, skip this entry, if you're cool with it, go ahead. *snigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE BEEN WARNEDDDDD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also! I am not gay! Please memorise this sentence (Jonathan Wong is not gay.). Say that for 10 times. Especially Dom, make it 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything below is for grandma's pleasure. Ah ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Song Seung Hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/1_4.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes.The one from 'Autumn in My Heart'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Won Bin&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Won_Bin_2_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What? You don't like this? You want body? ok! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehehe! I couldn't find any. So I present you another picture of Won Bin just to make up.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/WB_I4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wait. He is also from 'Autumn in My Heart'. Hahaha! And Gladys' favourite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kwon Sang Woo (Actually I don't quite like him, but nevermind lah. Just wanna distract you from Rain.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/ksw_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Bae Yong Jun.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/winter_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg. Look at her stinking face. So bloody cute. Haha! And Bae Yong Jun is the one on the right if you don't know. Lol. Don't blame me for being lame. There are people who won't know ok!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok lah. Just kidding. Nah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/First-Class_Hotbod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not even sure if this is him. His abs look so fake. Got so large wan meh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What? You don't want Korean? Why must you be so troublesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Louis Khoo&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Girls_Uniform.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG. SO FUCKING FUNNY!!!! I don't care! I am not uploading another picture of him. I am jealous of him. Why Osim didn't look for me as their ambassador? WHY? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Edison Chen&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/edison_2_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this picture killed lots of female readers. *Pours a pail of water. WAKE UP! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Daniel Wu&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/danielorisun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister will love this picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly, (since I cannot think of anymore male celebrities.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Stephen Fung&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/sv18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's with that gun doing in his underwear? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Which gun you refering to?'....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...'Don't be stupid.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wait. Take a peek at this picture below..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/steven9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE IS A GAYYYYYYY!!! hahaha! No chance for you, Huey Yi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha! I'm seriously curious how all your facial expressions are. Hahaha! Please show me if you meet me in church, school, shopping mall or where ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUNNY....!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough. Now pick one and forget about Rain totally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait, wait! One more. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/kevincheng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Kevin Cheng.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What they wrote on that poster? I see......'Kevin's Wishes' (So lame. Put 'Kevin's SexLife' or something lah.), 'Be Cool is your ultimate solution' (Ahyer..so realistic..You threw the Bible into the rubbish bin issit?), 'Six pack Abdomens' (Yalah yalah. Action sial.) and '2892 7898' (Whose number is that? Try calling. Kevin might pick up.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I hear some girls shouting...'TAIWAN LEHHH!!!' ????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok. Now I can rest in peace. Close my coffin, please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WAITTTTTTTT...Before you close this site, say it one more time. Say what? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS : JONATHAN WONG IS NOT GAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bet there are lots of gay men &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wanking&lt;/span&gt; to these pictures. Hahaha! Except for the Louis' picture that is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I googled for all these pics. If you care to know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To the girls : You do know you can only dream of these guys, right? *Snap fingers. Come back to reality. Well, you can always paste their posters on your wall and procrastinate. I cannot even imagine you kissing his chest. Ewwwwwwwww..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To the guys : Well, don't be jealous. You can work at it. I'm refering to myself as well. Lol. Swimming, here I come...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before you close my coffin........! I have something to shout..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LIFE IS SOOOO UNFAIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have never thought about that?? Think now then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I just wonder (after thinking how unfair life can be) ,WHEN IS JESUS COMING BACK!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BRING ME HOMEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where I can stroll on golden lanes; pluck diamond apples and put it into my mouth; fly around with my wings singing 'I believe I can flyyyyyyyyyyyy...' ; sit beside God's throne and tell him everything about my loved ones (I know I can do that even right now, but it's not the same.); and so many more.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next entry I would put an all-female celebrity picture. Ok? Look at the guys, already drooling. Wipe that off ,you colour wolf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gatsby has a new advertisement. It's another one of those disgusting ad. But at least better than J.J's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't remember? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see if this helps : If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, don't you get very irritated when you hear people pronounce that Gatsby as 'Gets-bye'????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I apologise if you find this entry a little pointless. I'm too stressed up. Monday is my big day!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not birthday big day, but exam big day! Scary laaaaah... Please bang my head on the wall.. Please!!!! I beg youuu!!! If God ask you how come you killed me, simply just say : I LIKE LAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't push the blame on me. Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116357750828866066?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116357750828866066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116357750828866066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116357750828866066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116357750828866066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/tak-nak-rain-say-no-to-hujan.html' title='Tak Nak Rain, Say No to Hujan!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116347584478042508</id><published>2006-11-14T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T11:44:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, have you donated to Wan Kwang or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna follow Michelle's style of blogging. Readers, you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.missmichy.com"&gt;www.missmichy.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH! If I listen to another time of that 'Uniquely Singapore' ad, I'm gonna cut my wrist. Or I'll ask my mum to sit on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHERE GOT SUCH &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/span&gt; AD &lt;em&gt;WAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if Singapore government wants more tourist to visit Singapore, they shouldn't have chosen J.J. (I don't know how to bloody spell his name &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Polute all the 'J' names only. Anyway, if Shao Ying is reading this, I'm sorry. I know you're a big fan of J.J. Whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why I said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, WHAT TYPE OF STUPID SONG HE SANG????!!!!! The song goes like &lt;em&gt;'Suka, kamu pun suka'&lt;/em&gt;..or whatever..what a disgusting song!!! As if we Malaysians don't understand what is ' You like, I also like'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! Purposely wanna embarrass us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, WHY MUST SHOW OFF HIS ARMPIT HAIR????!!!! Like we don't have! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! See mine! Sniff it also. Hope you die. I cannot stand these people &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Irritating like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, his songs are not very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm Carmen Soo, I'll slap him a few more times in the &lt;em&gt;Celcom's XPax&lt;/em&gt; ad. (I think that's how you spell it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about putting Stephanie Sun in it? It's much much much much much better. What's wrong? She is from Singapore wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Malaysia is launching 'Visit Malaysia Year 2007' very soon, I suggest Siti Nurhaliza or Fish Leong. Huh? huh? How about that? Just don't be J.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some heartless morons left a few puppies near my house. I'm starting to wonder why EVERYTHING MUST HAPPEN NEAR TO MY HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursed issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm trying my best to understand what that Maths question mean, this moronic puppies keep holwing and barking. They were so stupid, they fell into the drain and JondeHero had to pick them up from the drain. Which in the end, due to their stupidity, they fall right back into the drain. Bloody them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care. Not gonna care. Howl all you want. *Shuts window. I don't bother if I suffocate in my small room. No flow of air. Nevermind! As long as I get &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four-flat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in STPM. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lah. I'm a bit &lt;em&gt;mengada&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about STPM, it's starting next monday, (20th of Nov) and ends on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th of Dec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Cool, right? It's 2 weeks of torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now I'm already suffering like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has been very irritating nowadays ever since the day I taught her how to open an email account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps asking me how this, how that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...! Imagine you've taught someone how to do something but yet he/she still ask you the same thing over and over and &lt;strong&gt;OVER AND OVER AND OVER&lt;/strong&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand it. So I complained to my friend, Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow said her mum is worse. Yellow's mum asked her how to read SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised, my mum is not so bad afterall. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love MAMA JON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116347584478042508?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116347584478042508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116347584478042508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116347584478042508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116347584478042508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-have-you-donated-to-wan-kwang-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116304523107595581</id><published>2006-11-09T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:55:10.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donate to Yap Wan Kwang...</title><content type='html'>The other day, I received an &lt;em&gt;SMS&lt;/em&gt; from Angeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help! Can you guys help me pray? A friend of mine, from my class has been admitted to the hospital for the passed 5 days. He had gone through two operations and has to go through more. He had been too stressed up about exams that an artery in his brain burst... Making the condition worse and more complicated. His name is Wan Kwang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I read this message I was actually having constipation in the toilet. After reading the message, my shit flowed out like I'm having menstruation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further confirm about this matter, I asked around in school and found out that it is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also digged out more information from his classmates who had visited him in the hospital few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, &lt;strong&gt;Yap Wan Kwang&lt;/strong&gt; is in &lt;em&gt;Sunway Medical Centre&lt;/em&gt; under &lt;em&gt;ICU&lt;/em&gt; (Intensive Care Unit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual condition was to remove fluid built up in his brain but then complications let to burst arteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So freaky&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine that's your son. Your son almost wanna sit for major exam and misperhaps like this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm the father, I'll also be warded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. His operation needs around &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RM100,000&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And only RM2,800 is mounted after collecting around the school by Nicholas Chee. Still in need of around &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM98,200&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you people out there! Have some pity and kindness! Donate to the fund!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM100k ain't small amount!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in any case, you cannot afford to even donate RM&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; then pass the message around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell 5 of your friends, then each one of them tells another 5 person. It would be great, isn't it? Would be better if you would tell 50 of your friends. I suggest email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19640&lt;/span&gt; kind individual who are willing to donate RM5 each ( Payment for stamps not counted.), then we can get RM98,200 already lah! Apa macam??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS SERIOUS OK&lt;/span&gt;! Not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little kindness, goes a long way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've decided to donate, please put your money into an envelope and mail to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;St.Paul's Insitution,&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Tan Sri Manickavasagam,&lt;br /&gt;70200 Seremban, Negeri Sembilan,&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please entitle it as : &lt;strong&gt;Yap Wan Kwang's Operation Fund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright? If you're thinking of donating 50 cents, we do accept!!! But, try not to lah. People operation 100k, u donate 50cent pulak! Not even 0.1%. I used the calculator, it's only 0.0005%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a Math person, that percentage would be counted as 0%. So why donate 0.00%?? You stingy sting ray! Barb you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Be generous! Don't so kiam-siap ok! Spread the news also please! Link this blog. I mean seriously. Help out and create awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S : I actually asked Nicholas whether to go national on this, he said it's up to Wan Kwang's parents. Bahhhh! Might as well just blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, DON'T SO KIAM-SIAP! If you can't afford, ask your mummy, daddy, grandma, grandpa, or whoever. It is case important! No joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a probability that he would die?? I hope not. Not cursing, just enquiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand how it feels to be totally sick and nobody else could help you except God alone. Of course now, if you donate then you can also be a helping hand lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In year 2004, I was strucked by a disease called 'Collateral Conjunctivitis' (I think that's what it is called) and the doctor told me there was a probability I could go blind since the virus was eating up my cornea. AND I wasn't able to open my eyes because it was so bloody painful. I wasn't even able to see what I was about to put into my mouth! I literally had to ask my sister, 'May I know what am I putting into my mouth?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY FUNNY ISSIT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/P/S : If can donate RM10.00, please do. Pretty please? Pretty, pretty please? Lol. IN CASE YOU THINK I'M CHEATING YOUR MONEY, called up the school and ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;owierusd vdsgwejfloewrlogjeqrgyuewuewflmw&lt;/span&gt;. (That would be 10 'f***s', right there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I have not even spoken to Wan Kwang before. If you wanna know. See! I spent an hour typing this! Supposed to be studying for STPM. And Wan Kwang is from &lt;em&gt;'Upper Six One'&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy donating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116304523107595581?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116304523107595581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116304523107595581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116304523107595581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116304523107595581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/donate-to-yap-wan-kwang.html' title='Donate to Yap Wan Kwang...'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116287462015834814</id><published>2006-11-07T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T12:46:37.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orang Jual-Ikan!</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through the newspaper in the toilet (Yes, I read newspaper in the toilet. Big deal?!), then I came across this newsletter sent in by &lt;strong&gt;s1311&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Read what he said.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Though not very clear but I guess you're not that blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on Earth can he say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because he can't get a job with his 25 years of working experience *rolls eyes, he must go around bullshitting about fresh graduates' disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If like that! Every student in the country should just drop outta school and start working as office boys, office girls, and bla bla bla......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised the only thing that doesnt have a cap on it is human stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when our younger generation wants to go for higher education, we'll should probably tell them, 'NO NEED! No need to further your education. Go work! Don't bother if it's the lowest post in the entire company. Don't care if you have the lowest pay.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;s1311&lt;/strong&gt; is sucha bragger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Over the years, I have overcome many challenges and recorded many achievements.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHATEVER!!!&lt;/span&gt; *double rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get it if you're dispppointed that you're stuck in the 'senior middle management'. (WTH is that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle, middle lah. Must put '&lt;em&gt;senior&lt;/em&gt; middle'. So contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he probably was too old to enter into university to get his degree &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt; probably wasn't even allowed to fill in the application form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he can always enter colleges. But he didn't. So you can't blame others for not hiring you because you were effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can degree holder with little experience contribute to an organisation in a short span of time with little of no supervision?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Selfish! Just because he couldn't get the job, he wants everybody to &lt;em&gt;drown&lt;/em&gt; with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the rate of unemployment will increase even more just by what he said. Moron &lt;em&gt;pig&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WORST RIGHT, &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Copy%20of%20PICT0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can get reward for what he wrote somemore. I was seriously appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people really take in his rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks the world only revolve around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you not realise I did not curse? Eh? Eh? *nudge. Because Yvonne said I'm being a very bad testimony to others. Ok, I'll blog about this matter sometime after my exam. Remind me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Another selfish human incident is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEAN KEAN'S SELFISH SMELLY MAID! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently her maid lives next two houses from mine, and she CONSTANTLY..(repeats dramatically.) CONSTANTLY, burns dry branches IN FRONT of MY HOUSE!! MY HOUSE!! Why she cannot burn in front of hers?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's not very selfish? Ok..guess again. She burns right in front of my house and right next to the children's playground. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you still remember the government actually put up these contact numbers for the public to call whenever they smell, or witness open burning???WELL! They are one bunch of liars! Actually no lah. Just that, my sister ringed them up and they told my sister to try talking out with Kean's maid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you seriously think it will work? She look like a savage. She'll probably burn down my house as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So how? Nobody did anything. Nobody came to check on this matter. No updates from there on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I do get lung cancer, I will first sue MPS (the rubbish collector), then this selfish maid for burning stuffs in front of MY HOUSE, the government for not doing anything, and definitely my dad for smoking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My major exam is two weeks from now. All the best to me. God bless me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116287462015834814?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116287462015834814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116287462015834814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116287462015834814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116287462015834814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/orang-jual-ikan.html' title='Orang Jual-Ikan!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116254373984621397</id><published>2006-11-03T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T11:40:11.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Joyous Dance Academy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Updated 03/11/06 5:35pm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I have the Hands of God and the Feet of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mean working miracles and sorts, just wanna have hands that size and feet that huge. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do have them, I would...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Copy%20of%20Copy%20of%20PICT0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP ON THE BLOODY DANCE ACADEMY NEAR MY HOUSE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I wonder whether God does manicure.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Copy%20of%20PICT0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No? Yealah..He is the Almighty wurt. With a snap of His fingers, I bet His feet can be rainbow in colour. You don't like? No choice! This image is now saving itself at the back of your brain.. So when you dream, that manicured feet would appear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And one wonders why the feet is so hairy. CHEH!!! Common sense wurt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God made human in His own image. Go check your leg right now. Got hair? Good. *Pats. Good dog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if I have the hands of God? I would...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Copy%20%282%29%20of%20PICT0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELT DOWN THE F**KING DANCE ACADEMY WITH MULTIPLE LIGHTNING BOLTS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may ask, 'Why the dance academy?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good question!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAUSE I BLOODY HATE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'But why do you hate it so much?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another fantastic question! (I wonder why these people would name their detergent as 'Fabuloso'..so..lame...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because....*Pulls readers onto the couch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. THEY BLAST THEIR STUPID STEREO. It is as if nobody lives near that dance academy. It is so f***ing irritating, can! Imagine you're almost done memorizing some Bio facts and out of a sudden, you hear..'I'm bringing sexyback..........them motherf***ers don't know how to act...............'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the things you memorised just evaporate out from your ear. WTHHHH!!!! Come back........! From there on, you'll hear bloody lady shouting '2 3 4...' and '6 7 8...' ..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO IRRITATINGGGGGGG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I hope for everytime she counts, her hairs would fall off one strain by one starin till she goes bald. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then all the others would : EH! What happened to your hair? Omigoshhhhhhhhh! It's on the floor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the 2nd person would : Eeyerrrrrrrrr..You wear wig wan arh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3rd person : YOU SICK COWWWWWW! UGLY COWWWWW!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4th person : Eh wait, I thought you straightened your hair? Why this one a bit curly....and...thicker one......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5th person : THAT'S..........*Bites nails.....PUBIC HAIRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually all of them would run around madly and leave the dance academy. *Chuckle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm pretty curious why she must be so loud. Erggghhhhhh! When they are resting, they would talk so loudddddd! ahhhhhh! *Collapse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How I wish with those hand of God, I can curse them to be as fat as this..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="421" alt="" src="http://fraser.typepad.com/frolix_8/images/obese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You people are really gonna get nightmares tonight. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok! If they are that fat, then no need to dance already! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't mention dancing, I don't think they can even walk through the door. YESSSSSSS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But being a Christian, I better take back the curse. Hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll do the reversal curse! I curse that they will all be as pretty as F1's !!! If like that, I'll just walk across the road and join them. I don't care if they do stupid dance! *Snigger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, that was all. That's the only reason why I hate them so much. Seriously inconsiderate wey! How can they blast their stereo like nobody's business. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somemore one more stupid thing! This dance academy is located right beside the Church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brainless. When the church is having praise and worship, this damn dance academy would be so loud. Like extremely loud when the service is on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I have more guts, I would walk over, up the stairs, pull out the plug of the stereo from the wall, walk up to the trainer, and punch both her boobs. Making sure it goes 'sunken'. If it's a man, I would.. kick his balls till it flips upside down and pull out his foreskin. Pigggggggggggggggg lah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If ever a day there exist 'sunken boobs', the sales of bra would drop drastically. Audrey..Close shop. Victoria Secret.. Close shop. SoxWorld.. Close shop. And thanks to who? Jondegreat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Why SoxWorld? They don't sell bras wurt.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW I KNOW if there are any sick ladies who fits their boobs into socks or not! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Sighs in disappointment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what! Her boobs will be so 'sunken' that from her lungs onwards, all her internal organs will be pushed downwards. Including her alimentary canals and her kidneys would end up being at the side of the bone marrow. (Too scientific for you?). And...and...and *excited.. her digestive tract and bowel would be so messed up that her poos will be excreted in the shape of French Fries (Thin and has tapered ends.) rather than the banana shape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you even imagine what sound it would create in the toilet bowl. The usual : DONGGGGGGGGGG...(echo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But 'French Fries' poo : duingggggggggggggggggggggg...With twinklish sound. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eeeeeeee...Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You wanna know what is the name of the dance academy? Yes? Yes? *All readers nod like they are getting a lolipop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's called 'Joyous Dance Academy'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHY JOYOUS???!!! Why joyous? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why???????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm not happy with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They should rename it. Anybody got any better idea?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And don't let me see you going there arh! I'll chop off your legs. Personally! It's better to lose both your feet than being obese right? LOL! Curses do work. Shit...Take back take back. *Laughs madly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREW JOYOUS DANCE ACADEMY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song '&lt;em&gt;Sanctuary&lt;/em&gt;' is pretty nice. It's by &lt;em&gt;City Harvest Church&lt;/em&gt; from Singapore. Go listen. You won't regret it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chc.org.sg"&gt;www.chc.org.sg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116254373984621397?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116254373984621397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116254373984621397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116254373984621397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116254373984621397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/screw-joyous-dance-academy.html' title='Screw Joyous Dance Academy!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116228414583957840</id><published>2006-10-31T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:51:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-deceiving is a SIN!</title><content type='html'>Probably one of the most dispeakable human behaviour that I could ever comprehend is to have ugly people say that I look ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take it if Tom Cruise says I'm ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I can take it if Brad Pitt comes to me, slap my face and tells me 'F*** off, you ugly thing!'&lt;br /&gt;I can take it if Chad Murray stuffs a basketball in my mouth and tells me I'd look better this way.&lt;br /&gt;I can take it if Reshmonu strangles me with his hair and ask me to die coz I'm ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I can take it even if Joshua Khoo bangs me with his Toyota Altis with the plat number saying 'MOVE AWAY UGLY!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take it if people who looks like frog saying I look like I'm delivered from an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly1 : Eh! That Jon arh, give for free also nobody wants.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly2 : Yaloh yaloh.&lt;br /&gt;*Both laughs like Lee Hom decided to propose to the ugliest girl on the surface of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why these people can be like that. It's as if they are pretty, which is not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the conversation with me in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly1 : Eh! *Points at me. Give for free also nobody wants! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Ugly2 : *laughs...&lt;br /&gt;Jon : You think you are very good looking issit?&lt;br /&gt;Ugly1 : No..&lt;br /&gt;Jon : Then shut the **** up lar. (Haha! Of course I won't say this. I would only be capable of doing faces.Which is pretty pathethic if you ask me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost exploded listening to craps like that. Don't know how some people can actually bring themselves to speak of such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that I've chosen my close friends correctly. Despite being called 'Dick head' which is kinda irritating sometimes, but well, they are just joking anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you should at least come to a realisation that why am I not close to you, coz you pissed me off before? Or maybe I jus don't wanna be close to you. *Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking, 'As if I want to be close to you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this I say, WHO CARES WHAT YOU THINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might say to me, 'Aiyah, that person was just saying it in a jokingly manner.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. You may now stand in front of her and let her voice repeat the sentence 'you look like my vagina' for 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scenario 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly1 : Do I look pretty today?&lt;br /&gt;Ugly2 : Yaya!&lt;br /&gt;Ugly1 : I know, right! You also look quite biu-tee-fool ma!&lt;br /&gt;Ugly2 : No need you to tell I also know lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self- deceiving is a sin. I proclaim it right now. *Winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny that I'm not as good looking as some of the guys. (Notice that I did not use the word 'most'.Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? But who cares! BAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I'm joining Manhunt. Oh wait, Let me recall. Even ugly guys can win Mister HK. I just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been bugging me for quite a longgg time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I realise kids nowadays are getting more and more good looking. You can actually see it. I'm not saying our generation is not, but look at them! They look good at the age at 10!!!!! *Gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news for 8TV and MediaCorp? They'll be earning big bugs as time goes since these kids will be growing into hot macho young man which attracts fugly girls like those mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Gary? The Chinese VJ from 8tv? I don't get it why people wanna look like him. *Stares. People are getting scarier nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is that bloody guy's name from Winter Sonata? Handsome? Eeeeeeeee.. Please don't make me stop breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm brainwashing you. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you girls how? Choose a good-looking guy as your bf all your life. Yea.. You'll end up being a spinster your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scientifically proven that women who have not been penetrated their whole life are more prone to get cancer. What? what? Don't believe me! Go Google for it then. So, these girls how? Get cancer loh. Nice what. Get both your bosoms cut away. No biggie right? There are lots of flat chested girls around anyway. So, you should join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least if you're slightly shorter, high heels would be of big help. But flat chested how? Put oranges arh? OR IF YOU'RE A DWARF, go stake up chairs for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave that for you to think. Me got no business in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I certainly cannot stand phoney-dumbass saying, 'Yerrr.. Why you so stupid wan?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if you're smarter than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kean would say : LOOK WHOSE THE DONKEY TALKINGGGGG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still don't get the importance of this matter do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Cow can say to Ugly Cow:&lt;br /&gt;HC : You're sucha an ugly cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ugly Cow can never say to Handsome Cow.&lt;br /&gt;UC : You're sucha an ugly cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it? It's just wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to, fat people and thin people.&lt;br /&gt;Fatty to Thinny: You're so fat.&lt;br /&gt;But Thinny can say: Not as fat as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter-Attack! That's it. You do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got to go back to studying now since my major exam is less than 3 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra : I NAK 4 A'S..NAK NAK NAK..MATI PUN NAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I won't be as crazy as her. But our goal is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhhhhhhhh..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116228414583957840?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116228414583957840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116228414583957840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116228414583957840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116228414583957840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/self-deceiving-is-sin.html' title='Self-deceiving is a SIN!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116185183152165097</id><published>2006-10-27T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:05:15.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chou Zi Dan!</title><content type='html'>Alright! Today I shall do some tutoring here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, now leave your comfy chair and walk to the bathroom. Wash your hands. Wash it clean. NO,NO! Don't put soap or anything fragranic on your fingers. Just wash it, rinse it. And wipe it dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now you're ready for the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, go to your refrigerator and pick up a chicken egg. If you have eggs from other birds, smash it on your head. Kidding. Just pick up ONE chicken egg with your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha. Scrub the egg with both your hands. Make sure the egg goes warm. Feels good right? Since it's cold (from the fridge wat!) so it will partially cool down your hot, sweaty hands. And this step is superbly important because eggs are fragile. If you don't know that, go jump down from my house' balchony. My house is not very tall. So you'll end up having fractured backbone and be a living vegetable for the rest of your life. And you cannot blame me for teaching you how to suicide. I didn't..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralallala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing that, put the egg back into the fridge. Yes, you do that. Make sure you put it back at the exact same spot. (While you do that, I'm actually sniggering at your ignorance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done that? OK! Now cover your face with both your palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID THAT FEEL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHHAHA! I'm laughing like mad right now as you die in your pathetic behaviour for listening to my ridiculous advice and also that chicken's vagina's smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how that word 'Chou Zi Dan' ,which is used widely by primary school students for cursing their teachers, classmates, mother, father, grandparents, siblings and the list goes on and on, came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're scratching your head wondering what is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Mandarin for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Chou' means.......Smelly + Stinky&lt;br /&gt;'Zi' means..........Chicken + Avian (Basically just chicken)&lt;br /&gt;'Dan' means........Egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 'Chou Zi Dan' when assembled simply means 'Smelly Chicken Egg'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When kids refer their target as 'SCE', what comes to the mind of us ( theolder generation), we would say : Hey! Cannot say that arh! Very rude ok?! Slap your own mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kids in their innocence, do as what you told them to. But in their heart, they are calling you 'SCE' as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, why do they call each other SCE? Come to think of it, is it even rude in the first place? No, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty ironic when these immature children simply just shoot 'SCE' while we bombard the others 'F**ker!' but we think they are rude??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we reverse that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ Imagine this scenario ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinky and Smelly are 9 year old boys. Murray(Grandpa of Stinky) and Chad(Grandpa of Smelly) are 70 year old men. (I don't care, I'll be using this name for a long long time..huh? You said something Jess? *Grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Stinky and Smelly are playing Pokemon toys. Murray and Chad are having tea while gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinky : Ey, bring Pikachu here!&lt;br /&gt;Smelly : Cannot! This is my Pikachu! You use your Bulbasaur lar! (That is all the Pokemon names I could think of.)&lt;br /&gt;Stinky : My Bulbasaur look like cabbage! I don't want! I want your Pikachu!&lt;br /&gt;Smelly : I'm gonna use my Pikachu and zap your cabbage!&lt;br /&gt;Stinky : Urghhhhh! Give me that! *Snatches Pikachu from Smelly since Smelly is physiologically smaller in size.&lt;br /&gt;Smelly : 'Chou Zi Dan' youuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chad overheard the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad : Oei! Smelly, what you said just now?&lt;br /&gt;Smelly : Nothing ark. I didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Murray : Small boy cannot say that kinda thing ok?&lt;br /&gt;Stinky : Then 10 years old can say that? TOMORROW MY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Murray : Errr...*Nudges Chad&lt;br /&gt;Chad : Eh, cannot lar! Nobody can say that! Not even us.. Right, Murray.&lt;br /&gt;Murray : Um, yea yea! Cannot. Cannot. *Picks up his cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;Smelly : *Feels pretty sorry for what he had said earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Phone rings out of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad : Allo?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Black : Hello Mr. Chad? *In a very deep and professional voice.&lt;br /&gt;Chad : Yes, yes. Speaking. Mr.Black, right? How is the share I bought that day arh? Got raise anot?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Black : Mr. Chad, I'm sorry but I have bad news for you.&lt;br /&gt;Chad : What the.......?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Black : Mr. Chad, that day the share you asked me to buy for you, I accidentally forgot to do so. I'm seriously sorry. And the price of the share raised so much, I am now a millionaire coz I bought it myself.&lt;br /&gt;Chad : *Stands up abruptly. WHAT THE F*** YOU TALKING ABOUT? F**KER YOU! I TOLD YOU TO BUY, RIGHT? HOW CAN YOU F**KING NOT BUY IT? F**K YOU LAR!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Black : I'm sorry. I gotta go now. I'll contact you later. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Chad : OEI! F**KER!!!! YOU DON'T RUN! Oei OEIIIIIIII..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Line putus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smelly and Stinky stares at Grandpa Chad for a long time with innocent looking eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Smelly turns to Stinky and said : OEI! F**KER! You gimme back the Pikachu arh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the moral of this story??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop children from saying 'Chou Zi Dan'. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should anyone be called 'Chou Zi Dan' anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that they are superbly smelly. Or are they? But with this kinda weather in Malaysia, hot &amp;amp; humid, it is no wonder everybody smells like shit. Yea! And everyone is prone to be infected with skin diseases caused by fungus. I HOPE EVERYBODY GETS IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Evil laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's not a really a good choice of words. People just simply shoot to agitate each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, why do older people say 'Fu Lat'? (It's Cantonese btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fu' = Pants&lt;br /&gt;'Lat' = fall + drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is that used? Normally used to replace the word 'Shit' or 'F**k'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And it's a nice day today! I can smell fresh air coz of the heavy rain yesterday! And it's gonna rain again later. I wonder why is it raining everyday. God must be very pissed with someone. *Stares at readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la. Sorry God. I misused your name. Forgive me would ya? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you who was ready to bombard me : EHHHHHHHHHH! HOW CAN YOU SIMPLY USE GOD'S NAME IN VAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late? *Snigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not quite happy since I've wasted the whole week just blogging and blogging without much studying which I'm supposed to. So I'm deeply frustrated with myself and guilty. My Guilt is holding a fork and is poking my heart right now. And Guilt looks a bit like Szet Lynne. F3 Guilt. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-diding. (OMGGGGGGGGGGGG! IT'S SO F**KING FUNNY!!!!! Only Nicholas would understand this part anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Anna Teoh decided to name her blog '&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http:/mashpotatomato.blogspot.com"&gt;Anna's Apples&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;' , should I change mine to '&lt;a href="http://jondegreat.blogspot.com"&gt;Jon's Banana(s)&lt;/a&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, I was speaking to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon : Eh jie, I think I wanna apply Astro's Scholarship and be a film director.&lt;br /&gt;Sis : Yaya, and I wanna be an astronaut.&lt;br /&gt;Jon : *Walks away due to her sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AUTHOR : I do not know why the links are not working. So I am sorry. You can go the sidebar and click on 'Anna Teoh' if you're really bored and got nothing else better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116185183152165097?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116185183152165097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116185183152165097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116185183152165097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116185183152165097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/chou-zi-dan.html' title='Chou Zi Dan!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116183365561339543</id><published>2006-10-26T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:34:59.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow painful death..</title><content type='html'>URGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid yellowish rubbish collector just left a trail of rotten tomato juice right in front of my house and now it stinks like some anal retentive alien just farted on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, that smell is killing me softly......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time I see that bloody truck/lorry/trailor coming, I'll shut my doors, tune Ambi-pur to it's maximum, and make sure the fans spin like it's gonna fall off the ceiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN MY FART SMELLS NICER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH is their problem lar! Cannot do that 'crushing rubbish' process somewhere else is it?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ruby is hidden at some corner of the house to prevent itself from sniffing this poisonous gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DYING.......I'M DYINGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116183365561339543?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116183365561339543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116183365561339543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116183365561339543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116183365561339543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/slow-painful-death.html' title='Slow painful death..'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116176300389703248</id><published>2006-10-25T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:03:09.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JondeHERO!</title><content type='html'>Tease all you want, but I'M A HERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will go : Cheh! You think you got superpowers meh?! Hero! Puik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spit all you want! I don't care! I'M A HERO! Wooohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why I keep floating and exclaiming that I'm a hero bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? I saved a kitty cat's life today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be exact, it's just a slimy smelly kitten. (Not like I smelt it lah! But it was wet though..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up in the morning, walked into the bathroom with my half-opened eyes, picked up my toothbrush, toothpaste and started brushing my big brown teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of a sudden I hear 'weou weou weou..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bloody excited coz I thought Ruby gave birth! Yay yay yay! I alsmot swallowed that stupid toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking twice, I walked to the back of my house coz that was the source of that agitating noise. I looked around and saw this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Copy%20of%20PICT0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The cat was gazing into the eyes of it's baby kitten. (I assume it's her baby lah..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not her baby, do you think that cat would be so kepoh to wait for that kitten anxiously???!&lt;br /&gt;Common sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also assumed Mama Cat was meow-ing : COME DOWN THIS INSTANCE! You think you're so funny is it??!! Faster! Mama wanna pee already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall name the baby kitten Chad Murray since Jess likes him so much.&lt;br /&gt;Chad said : Mama! Don't leave me! I'm scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC : If you don't come down, I'll leave you here to die.. MUAHAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad : MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then JondeHERO came to the rescue. I unlock the gate and stood in front of MC.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Copy%20%282%29%20of%20PICT0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But MC wasn't too happy about that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually I realised that orange kitten I drew look like a baby's diarrhoe..HAHAha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MC stared at me : DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY BABY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chad : Mummy, JondeHERO is here to help. He is so cute yea?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MC : Don't get cheated by his looks! He is here to snatch you away from me.. I'm not gonna let that happen.. Not today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chad : But mummy.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without any further, I chased MC away. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Copy%20%283%29%20of%20PICT0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It got scared and ran for her bloody life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But she did not give up. She...........&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Copy%20%284%29%20of%20PICT0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;transformed into a big fat cat and roarred at me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chad : Oh mama, since you're now so big, you can carry me down would yea?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*But this did not happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I went nearer to Chad while peeking over my shoulder to check on MC which can scatch my leg with her sharp nails.. Yaiks..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Copy%20%285%29%20of%20PICT0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I put him down and Chad went : OH JONNNNN..You saved my stinky life. I shall now marry you for the rest of my 9 lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon : I'M STRAIGHT YOU FREAKING MURRAY! Go away! *Kicks Chad into the drain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kidding.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/Copy%20%286%29%20of%20PICT0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, as I was walking back to my house, I saw MC trying to fit Chad into her mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chad : Mum, don't eat me!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MC : wrag..wrum wrum..wargggghhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't be bothered much since I've done my part. Go fry or barbeque Chad. I don't care. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JondeHERO saved the world once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks again, JondeHERO!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Up and awayyyyyyyyy................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AUTHOR : I'm not being childish lah. Just wanna share what I went through and I'm proud of it. Lol. Have a nice smelly cat's day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116176300389703248?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116176300389703248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116176300389703248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116176300389703248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116176300389703248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/jondehero.html' title='JondeHERO!'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116150607836997735</id><published>2006-10-23T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:24:34.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Girl-Ranking System</title><content type='html'>That day my sister was telling me she wants to introduce a girl to me. So like any normal guy would do, I teased, 'Sure very ugly wan!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sis immediately shouted back, 'She is F1, ok??!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscience's response was : What F1? Sepang Formula One issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enquired seriously, 'What does F1 stands for?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis informed me that it's a ranking system that her university mates use to rank girls according to their features. *Gulp&lt;br /&gt;(I guess it stands for Female-1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! This is really too much, hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, come to think of it, quite convenient, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than saying a girl is pretty, which can be very very pretty, very good-looking, averagely appealing, not so pretty but not too bad or what else (You name it...) you can actually use this ranking system.! How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we should also do the same thing! I'm over-excited. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this ranking system seems to be very mean to certain group of girls, but hey? That's reality. Oh shit, I've become so worldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start. And I'm gonna copy-cat a little from what I heard from my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt; glittering eyes. (Actually small eyes also pretty lah...)&lt;br /&gt;Preferably non-black eyes. (Brown or blue would be best! Wooohooo..)&lt;br /&gt;Nice hair. (Must be nice lah...you can't be having a fat face with those kinda &lt;em&gt;'bombed-diva'&lt;/em&gt; hair right? So, a hairstyle that best suits her.)&lt;br /&gt;Slim. (Alright! I said slim! Not thin! Best way to sort this out is calculate your BMI.)&lt;br /&gt;Average height. (If you are comparing it with the Causacians, please go jump down the cliff! OBVIOUSLY I'm comparing among Asians, right? So, I expect &lt;em&gt;'average height'&lt;/em&gt; to be around 165cm?)&lt;br /&gt;Still looks beautiful without make-up or with very less make-up.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Did you realise I have not said 'sexy'? Personally I think flat chestted girls can also be F1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty but not really really pretty! (You get what I mean?)&lt;br /&gt;Very soothing for the eye.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I have difficulty in describing to you.&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't mean she is ugly, you know? Just a little bit less prettier than F1.&lt;br /&gt;OH I KNOW! Tyra Banks would be the best candidate for F2! She is not &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; pretty, but hey, she is good-looking, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad looking.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the others just falls into place.&lt;br /&gt;Not very slim. I also didn't mean big-sized.&lt;br /&gt;Normal hairstyle. (By saying this, I'm putting myself in a position to get flamed ok! Old fashion hairstyle is grouped under normal hairstyle ya?)&lt;br /&gt;Example? The &lt;em&gt;un-photoshop-ped&lt;/em&gt; Xiaxue. Go find out if you don't know her. If I do put up her picture here, I might get sued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F4 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average looking girl.&lt;br /&gt;Those girls which you can spot almost at every corner of the city or the place you study/work at.&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY NORMALLLLL!&lt;br /&gt;Relatively normal...&lt;br /&gt;aiyahhhhhhhhhh..I don't know how to describe to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Always has bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;Geeky spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;Walks like a duck.&lt;br /&gt;Wears braces. (Optional! Same goes to those who has very bad-looking teeth. Blame your parents for your teething.I shall now blame mine.)&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Obese.&lt;br /&gt;Those that no one will smile at, look at, talk to, Friendster with, chat with etc.&lt;br /&gt;But if you do have guy friends talking to you, you would naturally be in F5 or above ok?&lt;br /&gt;No one actually falls into this pathetic category anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transexuals.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do they have fake boobs, fake vagina, fake voice, fake hair. Gosh! Everything about him/her is bloody fake.&lt;br /&gt;And this is by far the WORST rank.&lt;br /&gt;You wonder what transexuals can work as, PROSTITUTES LARH! Needless to ask, right?&lt;br /&gt;But you'll probably say: Can work as secretary what?!&lt;br /&gt;Yea, crap you. Only desperate managers will hire them. Come to think of it, if you can have a post that high, you should be able to afford to go for &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT! I shall now conclude that all suggestions are welcomed. And I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA! I shall not start with the All-Guy Ranking System. Because I'm not good-looking myself. BAHAHAHAHA! Yala yala..I'm selfish. So what?! LOL! This is my blog after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this entry is not too tedious for you brain. *Smirks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget, HAPPY DEEPAVALI to all my Indian friends. Oh yea, HAPPY HARi RAYA for my Malay friends (Malay cum Chinese also included, ok? Lol.).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116150607836997735?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116150607836997735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116150607836997735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116150607836997735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116150607836997735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/ultimate-girl-ranking-system.html' title='Ultimate Girl-Ranking System'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116110305854052903</id><published>2006-10-19T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:42:45.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;VICTOR'S BIRTHDAY BASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Confirmation SMS. Why didn't inform about the time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed this with a full stomach. Very full stomach. Try having steamboat, then have a piece of cake, and then have sweetened congee (Bubur manis?). So as you're reading this, you might wanna zip your mouth and make sure you don't drool looking at all the food in the picture. (Actually not many pics on food. But lots of eye candy. Hahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't treated with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But this... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/DSC00173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my shirt wet? Oh shit, my saliva. *Giggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 17th of October Victor had a birthday bash with all of us. When I do say 'us', I don't necessarily mean you. *Snigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang (Yap, Pui Wen, Tak Wai, Kelly, Pei Chee, Siew Siew, and Victor) initially planned to go for swimming, God knows why they wanna go for swimming, but the sky turned cloudy and it rained. Exactly the time they planned to swim. *Nods. 6pm. Unfortunately for them, they went to Seremban's latest hot spot, Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't action with your bloody MidValley Megamall ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shows Ring finger. Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't want to swim. So I ended up staying at home until 7pm. Had to clean up Ruby's vomit ok! Since she's gonna have baby (babies!!!!!!!!! I'm overjoyed!). Was just kidding about the cleaning up thingy. She did vomit ok! Don't what the hell was in her vomit. Orange colour one. Cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before 7pm, my head hurt like shit. Thank you Ms. Lee Kean Kean for cursing me to have brain tumour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget that. My headache worsened at 7.30pm and that was the time Yap called me up to make a move to Jusco since he'll be giving me a lift to the restaurant appointed by Victor to have his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falalalaltidada.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Jusco and all of them were like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them : What happened to you lah? Why look so like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Didn't bother to answer and went straight to Victor to wish him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falalalatidada.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the restaurant, waited for a while and it started from there. Yeahoooooo~! (I don't know why I did that for.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't eat much.. (Stop rubbing it on my face, I know I ate a lot!).. But I totally enjoyed myself despite the fucking painful headache. IT WAS VERY VERY PAINFUL can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we took lots of pictures that shows clearly we are a bunch of cam whores and go insane with the lense. Yes yes, work it work it. Lots of energy now! Suddenly I feel like I can be a model. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bahuahuahuahua! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And they kept teasing Kian Wui with that Olympus camera. Personally I don't think it is waterproof. LOL! Not that model, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the enviroment with chilly wind though the restaurant was kinda isolated. (LOL. It was near Bukit Mewah ok! So bloody far!) Imagine yourself having steamboat during rainy day. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you should do during rainy days?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hide under your blanket!&lt;br /&gt;You can have Bak Kut Teh!&lt;br /&gt;You can have steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;You can have sex! (Oh ok, this has gone overboard..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sex, that day I watched an episode of Oprah Winfrey about how these fat / obese people who successfully in losing their weight and testified about their succesive weight-loss plan. Well, one lady lost 50pounds (?) just by having sex. And if I didn't remember wrongly, I think she did say...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must be nuts man. How can have sex everyday? So wu liao.. No more excitement and fun already lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to Victor's lil' party. (Pulls readers by the collar back on track..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what these silly people did at the party, they kept complaining not enough food. They want 2nd round. As in, move on to another restaurant. Not order another pile of mee and meehoon. Seated right beside Victor, I saw his constipated facial expression upon hearing that. Kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly said something..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/DSC00170.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at the amount of mee she putting into her bowl..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/DSC00171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we acted like we were some CEO's giving out prizes to Victor. Damn fucking funny!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/DSC00181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Papa Yap went 1st..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/DSC00178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Followed by Pui Wen..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/DSC00183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smelly Kelly..(I told you not to move your fat butt! Look what you've done, Kelly!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/DSC00187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Tak Wai..with his bag of fart.. That was nasty!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was also me. But that's not important. Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the birthday song session. It was almost the same like what happened in my party. So embarassing can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know, these freaks only sing the 1st and last sentence of the entire song. Crazy as it seemed, it was kinda fun..Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, my headache recovered much better after all the smiles, laughters, teasing, moaning, sweating, shitting, peeing, etc.... Victor actually asked whether I wanted ice out of kindness and I replied : SOT!!!!! I am not that ready to embarrass myself in public with ice on my head. No way man..! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess someone else was quite ready.. Yap initially was just praising Victor and out of the blues...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/DSC00168.jpg" border="0" /&gt; he gave Victor a birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KISS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Gawd kill me.......&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/DSC00169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the party ended with Pei Chee crowning Victor with a candle. (CANDLE??)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/DSC00189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, there was also us!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/DSC00195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once again I would like to wish the birthday boy, HAPPY BBB (Belated Bloody Birthday) Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AUTHOR : In case you're wondering why all of us were wearing like factory workers, that's our class tee! Don't be jealous because you don't have one! ALSO, don't be a green eye monster because you weren't invited. LOL! You should know, it's only for V.I.P's. Guess you weren't so important to us after all. MUAHAHAHHA! You can ignore this anyway. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116110305854052903?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116110305854052903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116110305854052903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116110305854052903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116110305854052903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/victors-birthday-bash-confirmation-sms.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116101587249549073</id><published>2006-10-17T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:24:40.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mongruel Disaster</title><content type='html'>Screw all stray paria dogs!...(excuse mine...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wanna have sex go far away lah! shoooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must have sex in front of my house is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If female not willing then buzz off lah..! And that stupid bitch can only bark like mad resisting the penis from penetrating her....ahem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please shoot these bloody dogs down? *begs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill all of them once and for all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that hard. Just pull the trigger and end my suffering... I mean end their lives, not mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame me, Ruby was raped twice in a week. How about that? Someone said something about my dog is ugly? RUBY IS PRETTIER THAN YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AUTHOR : I don't know why these pet owners can let their bloody bastards (male dogs) out and let them rape all the other bitches. So poor thing ok! Imagine you getting raped under unwillingness.. Something I would like to say! I think men (as in human) have advantage over dogs in mating. Don't look at me like that! Don't act innocent. When I was trying to get the Rapist's dick penis out from my Ruby. I literally had to whack the bastard, pour water on the 'bridge', and guess what. Didn't work. So I waited (at 1am) until it broke loose. Stupid right?! Guess 'the thing' was stuck inside her vagina. (eeeeeeee...horrible?) Very funny? I'll try stucking something in your ass and see how you'll feel!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116101587249549073?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116101587249549073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116101587249549073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116101587249549073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116101587249549073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/mongruel-disaster.html' title='Mongruel Disaster'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116075749235360545</id><published>2006-10-14T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:59:10.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pride</title><content type='html'>You know those times where you got so sick of studying and just feel like flipping through your photo albums, blow the dust away from your old bedtime story books, and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went through some of the certificates I'm having at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, some cracked me up. While some saddened me. But anyhow, I'm gonna blog about them here. Not all, just some which I think is appropriate and which won't make you puke. Ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start anything, I kinda wondering, wtf is my dad watching 'A Cinderella Story'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..You should be trilled that Jonathan Wong, me is finally opening up about his achievements in school. Bahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm a model student in school. Not model cum student. (I wish..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 414px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="430" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0336.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;I am by-far the most well-mannered student in the entire school. Or the entire universe. MUAHAHHAHAHA! *kidding..You might also go like : You don't so extra lah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe! It's true. Everyone should follow my lead on how to behave when the older people are around. It was very surprising I got this 'title' anyway. Also very surprising to all my friends. Because, I'm in fact not a very well-behave individual. HA-HA-HA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With this cert, I can further than anybody else. This cert is better than your PhD! What? You don't think so? That's your bloody problem. *Chuckles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And look, that's the exact same thing they wrote in my School Leaving cert.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cannot see? You blind ass! It's your faulty eyes. Not my GrandVision Camcorder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Translation : A very responsible student that carries his duties well. Besides, he is also damn helpful when it comes to assisting his teachers and schoolmates. He does not hesitate to stand for the weaker ones. Also has undeniable good result. ( EXTRA EXTRA!! Haha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read that! Previously I was only Secretary in class. Now, I've been a class manager for 2 consecutive years. Not bad, right? Please! I don't give a damn if you've been one for 5 years continuously. I'm the most important person in the world. Lol! Nah..just in this blogsite..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And MAS (Malaysia Airlines) heard about this, and they quickly mailed me a letter asking me to try out the 'Psychomotor' test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You really believe that? Oh woah..Haha! I'm so persuasive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I lied. I applied to recruited as a pilot cadet early last year. And six months later, they sent me this saying that I'm gonna sit for an ass test. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's really an ass test I tell you. How can your ears, eyes and fingers function at the same bloody time! Very impossible don't you think? It's silly lah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You've to listen to the headphone attentively, watch the screen clearly, fingers move at lightning speed and a brain that can covert sugar into glycogen. (Oh?) In case you don't know. That's the function of the liver. You're dumb, Physics students. Look who has the last laugh now. MUAHAHAHAHAH! I don't care if apple doesn't fall to the ground because of gravity. Screw gravity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you happen to be sitting for MUET this year. I wish you the best of luck because I used almost RM110 to get what I got today. Bloody MPM.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The top one is of course the latest. The one beneath is a trash. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 1st time I took MUET, the registration fee was only RM50. Ok I think that's quite fair. Back then, I was naive. I thought I would get band 5 and don't have to sit for the 2nd time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But God wasn't on my side. Too much of pride? You think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when I opened up the seal to my result, I was so sad that I almost cried. I was so depress and felt like the world is so bloody unfair. How could people who does not know how to spell the word 'properly' achieved band 5! I mourned and moaned for weeks early this year. So disappointed can!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, the bloody English teacher even gave a few steps despite my sadness. She asked, 'So, Jonathan. What you got?'. 'A 4', in a very sorrowful voice. 'I think you should have gotten a 5', she added. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WUUUUUAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Where got teacher so teruk one!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stupid Satey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were to do calculations on this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RM50 for 208 points.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RM60 for an extra top up of 16 points to 226 points.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MPM earned not bad ah! That RM60 can use to top up my cellphone prepaid credit! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TWICE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway I got a band 5 and I'm happy about it. For those who wants to get a band 5, you gotta depend on luck (I don't know why I said this because clearly I don't believe in luck since I'm quite a staunch believer of my faith.) and your examiners. No two ways about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say goodbye to your band 5/6 if it's that bloody Nyonya lady that did the 'Speaking' session. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea, you might also wanna know what the gradings are since I've crapping about band this band that for quite some time.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bet you can't read it. So, try harder! Cmon man! I know you can...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you seriously can't then just try to get the last line. Any appeals will not be entertained!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You think you're so smart issit? Got band 2 not good enough for you? You want band 3? NOT ENTERTAINED! It's like having Hishamuddin telling to your face, 'Get f-lost!'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't stop there. And continue going through my certs, then I realised I have the potential to become a doctor. Uh huh! Yes! Me! A doctor. What you lookin' at??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you wanna know why? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I'm a First Aider. *Nods. You think any Tom, Dick and Hairy (I mean Harry) can pass this freakin' test is it? It's f-hard ok! And I passed the First Aid test in year 2000. Which means I was only 12.! I must be a brilliant kid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course now not so brilliant already since headmistress told me, 'Eh, why all your subjects deproving? Fall in love is it?'. *Jaw dropped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can actually sue her for simply accusing me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bloody. If everybody that falls in love slacks in his/her studies, then stay away from the opposite sex when you're about to have major exams. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cannot talk to each other! Cannot borrow their stationeries! Cannot do eye contact! Cannot stand next to each other! Cannot SMS each other! Cannot touch each other! Cannot go out together! Cannot date! Cannot make out! Cannot bathe together! Cannot have sex! Cannot have baby! Cannot name your new-born! (I think I'm going wayyyyyyy too far...Hahaha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I also realised that my English pretty much suck..Look at what I got for New South Wales University's International Competitions for Schools on English.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PARTICIPATION! wtf?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That wasn't really very surprising cause' I know my English is bad. I can't go pulling the trigger and blow my head just because I did not even get a credit for this competition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it cost me RM20 for this damn Participation cert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I went on trying for the Mathematics competition by New South Wales University too. And as usual, I got a Participation. Not surprising.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is shocking is that.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0339.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It cost me RM20 for another Participation cert which does not belong to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who the heck is Zng Nun? Your grandfather ah? To hell with this cert!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No use crying over spilt milk eh? So I cheered up after looking at another cool 'cert'...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0347.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha! Not entirely a cert but it was signed by Jien (I forgot his full name but he was on Disney Channel. That Singaporean.), Azura (But I bet you forgot about them.) and Joe Horne (The Creator of Disney's Teamo Supremo.). His father must be Horne and is really horny. I wonder why Joe didn't draw manga of girls with large boobs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm also a very good driver myself. So people...follow my lead!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5293/2477/400/PICT0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have something to say about that? I hope not..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Snap fingers. Look here! 18 upon 20 ok!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AUTHOR: I don't reread what I typed. So you might wanna get over the mistakes I've made this entry and entries yet to come. *wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-116075749235360545?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116075749235360545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=116075749235360545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116075749235360545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/116075749235360545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-pride.html' title='My Pride'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-115997743082235738</id><published>2006-10-14T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:43:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Shocked... *tet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;[New entry would be up soon. Mean while, read this if you're too bored]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously bored and decided to give this survey a try. It's plain rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;But rubbish from me can be something interesting to you. Right? LMAO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: NAME A FREND WHO'S NAME STARTS WITH AN ''S''&lt;br /&gt;A: This is seriously tough. Though not so close, but I think I'll go with Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 4TH PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALLS:&lt;br /&gt;A: Lee Pit Khee. I have no idea why she did that in tuition because I happen to sit right next to her. Sick people do sick stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT DID THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED SAY?&lt;br /&gt;A: 'Appreciate me now before it's too late! Sleepy la pig. Zzzz...'...Apparently I'm not telling you from who..Go on guessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?&lt;br /&gt;A: I've tried and it tasted like shit with my saliva and everything. Feel so disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU HAVE CURLY HAIR?&lt;br /&gt;A: I sure do. And I hate it so much. I wish I could pull all my curly hairs off and grow new straight ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT IS THE NEXT CONCERT YOU'RE GOING TO?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not in a million years since Malaysian Government fined PCD for their sexy outfits and that HK celebrity who lost her virginity in Malaysia. (Over exxagerated. Hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHOS THE COOLEST PERSON IN YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;A: In my life? I've not seen enough yet. I'll pass for this question. Ask me again when I'm 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT WORDS DO YOU SAY ALOT ?&lt;br /&gt;A: Bloody. Damn. *Repenting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;A: Ruby's paw. Finally after tying it with elastic bands for sucha long long time. Joking lah! Ain't a cannibal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU SAID TO SOMEONE AND WHO WAS IT?&lt;br /&gt;A: Goodnight to dad. And now I'm sitting in front of my monitor looking like some stupid fool answering this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU WATCH TV?&lt;br /&gt;A: ??????? I'm not Mrs. Victoria Sam. I am normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE DONNIEDARKO?&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't watch something I can't pronounce. Wth is wrong with Ang Lee anyway? 'Broke back mountain'? Why 'brokeback' of all names? Cannot 'Buttockpain'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: EVER BEEN HUNTING?&lt;br /&gt;A: Crazy. If I can hunt, I won't sit for STPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: IS MARRIAGE IS YOUR FUTURE?&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely. I'm hoping my children get educated in Singapore. Screw Malaysia's education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, ''I LOVE YOU'' AND MEANT IT?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm not telling you when, but I said it in my prayer. Really really meant it deep inside my over-sized heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;A: Isn't the answer obvious? Studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?&lt;br /&gt;A: jondegreat? I still have no idea why some of my friends call me 'God'. I told them to stop. But they just keep going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes? I mean why not? Miracles happen anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHO'S THE YOUNGEST ONE IN THE FAMILY?&lt;br /&gt;A: Me! The youngest always get the best stuff. Don't you just agree? More love, more money to spend, more freedom...more more more.....from parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;A: Then don't take Panadol lah. Don't take coffee. And you'll start looking like a bloody zombie with wrinkled face right to your toes. But off course, I support 'Drug Free' campaign. Muahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU CLEAN UP NICE?&lt;br /&gt;A: Clean what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: LAST TIME YOU USED A SKATEBOARD?&lt;br /&gt;A: Never did. Never will gua. No sea in Malaysia. Even if got sea also no wave. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU SLEPT BESIDES YOUR HOUSE?&lt;br /&gt;A: Wooi Szen's old house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: EVER RUN OUT OF GAS ON THE ROAD?&lt;br /&gt;A: No..I'll never ever let that happen to me. Imagine the embarrassment that I've to bear with bloody people honking at me. Cannot! *Holds the bible up high. Never never never never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: BEST MOVIE YOU'VE SEEN IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS?&lt;br /&gt;A: Best? Oh man...erm...'Bewitched' on HBO..I'm looking forward to watch 'The Devil wears Prada'. Stop laughing. What so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU THINK PEOPLE WHO COME UP WITH BRAIN DEAD QUIZZES ARE CRYING FOR HELP IN SOME TWISTED WAY?&lt;br /&gt;A: You're talking about your sick proffesor/ lecturer aren't you? Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last&lt;br /&gt;1) person you saw: Dad&lt;br /&gt;2) talked to on the phone: A Malay lady who knocked my car the other day. Actually, my mum did it.&lt;br /&gt;3) hugged:None&lt;br /&gt;4) person you texted: Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;1) date: 05 October 2006&lt;br /&gt;2) got any plans: Study?&lt;br /&gt;3) dislikes about tomorrow: More test for the next 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently&lt;br /&gt;1) missing someone: screw-up feelings...&lt;br /&gt;2) mood: so-so lah..Feeling kinda guilty since I should be studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true or false&lt;br /&gt;i am a morning person: False. Who is?&lt;br /&gt;i am a perfectionist: Make that 50%.&lt;br /&gt;i am an only child: False. I have not kill my sister yet.&lt;br /&gt;i am currently in my pyjamas: Topless + short pants..pyjamas?&lt;br /&gt;i am online 24/7: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;i am very shy around the opposite gender: 50%. Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;i can be paranoid: Depends..&lt;br /&gt;i currently regret something that i have done: True...true..&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy talking on the phone: I hate talking on the phone..It makes me all sweaty and stuff..Faulty gene?&lt;br /&gt;i have alot to learn: Very true..!&lt;br /&gt;i have a secret: Everyone has a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you it's interesting, right?! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923971-115997743082235738?l=jondegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115997743082235738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23923971&amp;postID=115997743082235738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/115997743082235738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923971/posts/default/115997743082235738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/under-shocked-tet.html' title='Under Shocked... *tet'/><author><name>Jon Wong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWttNWkfCzo/TWs-DhSelBI/AAAAAAAACJg/6BNcA2gqKlA/s220/162767_10150346413075357_845985356_16452931_1587091_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923971.post-116019615606735887</id><published>2006-10-07T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:53:13.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamers clear my ass!</title><content type='html'>[Newsletter 5/10/2006]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title of Bullshit : Gamers clear the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately there has been attention on young gamers who are accused of spending too much time on online games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As gamers, we would like to give some practical suggestions and to clear some misunderstandings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First, we disagree with the labelling of online indoor games as 'unhealthy' and outdoor sports as 'healthy' games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of the online games, e.g. Ragnarok Online, foster team spirit, make us care for the weaker members, help us learn Egnlish in a fun way, and promote friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can even learn about other cultures and traditions in the game as we are interacting with thousands of players around Malaysia who are from different backgrounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We even have formal and informal gatherings after the games to let us know each other better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides, it really helps us to think hard on solving problems, mapping strategies and stretching our creative minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In comparison, we doubt whether any outdoor activities have such a scale of promoting healthy interaction between participants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Often gamers have to spend much time to grow their characters because when a character reaches a higher level, it needs much more experience in order to grow any further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without achieving higher level, the character is considered weak in core activites like war, pvp, mvp and quest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hence my suggestion is to let us use legitimate third-party programmes (so called 'bot', to do farming on our behalf).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By doing this, we can save a lot of money and much time to do other activities while the character gains experience on its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no gambling is involved, as we don't bet on anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Therefore, we strongly urge the game providers and the authorities to consider these view points before they come out with any ad-hoc idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please don't kill our spirit of gaming. And unity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshiter : ALL4ONE, Penang (Good thing not from Seremban, if not I'll light fireworks in my mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I have never read so much of bullshit at one time in my life. Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody disgusting having to read the last line..'And unity'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh plueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeseeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online indoor games are actually UNHEALTHY! So don't twist your way as if interaction with people from different culture is f-healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hunch in front of the monitor and whatever thousand (or million) rays shooting directly into your eye is called 'healthy'? You're f-ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scuh lies can only deceive old junky people like 'Bulbir Singh' from Seremban (Must be from my town?) who got nothing else better to do. You don't know who is that? If you do read the 'Opinion' section is Star newspaper, then you'll definitely know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy here put all the youngsters into shame man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like as if all we do is stare at the PC and it's supposed to be good for us. You make me yawn man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're really into learning about other cultures and all, I suggest you walk next door to your Indian neighbour and say : Can I live in your house for a month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL LEANING ABOUT OTHER CULTURES! Well, that's thorough learning though. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR! You can always traipsed your way into the jungle and stay with the aborigines. (Sakai?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as if he is saying that 'Dad, I worked out. Now I'm sweating like a pig' ..But in reality, he went for Jolin Tsai's concert. Gosh, you're sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If like that arh, all parents should stop sending their children to tuition centres and bring them to cyber cafes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, if got parents that stupid right. I'll bang my head on the wall and die this instance. But quite inpossible lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so pretentious as if you care so much about the unity of the country. Bahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who bothers if you have gatherings after the games. And what can you do? TALK MORE ABOUT THE GAME LAH! *rolls eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where would you have such 'gatherings'? STARBUCKS? And further spend more of your pocket money given by your mother? GET A LIFE MAN! As if cyber cafes have not suck enough of your money yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you suggest that the game providers would allow the usage of bots? OH COME ON MAN! You gotta be kidding me. A bot is like a hack! How in the world do you think a sane human would allow that to happen in their game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm thinking in my mind is..the author of this article..he (or she) is a big fat blob that presses hard on the keyboard and then bangs his head on monitor screen when speakers go 'GOD-LIKE!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, what is so f-nice about Dota? Wind-walk? Wtf? Triple Kill? Somebody, anybody, please ban this game! HAHAhaha&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm waiting to try out this bloody crazy game after my STPM. Muahahahhaa! So don't ban it first. Haha! Just wait until I say 'It sucks', then you can snap your fingers and ban this damn game. Which I doubt they will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes it gets on your nerve when all your guy friends (Sorry Pui Wen jie, you too..) talks about all the Dota skills you can find in the world and laughs about it..Nuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just that, this fellows have really good voice. They can (Yes they can!) shout from one end to another end in a cyber cafe. (*nods. I confess. I've been in a cyber cafe, so?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you're 'Si Moi' and your friend goes like 'OI, SI MOI! YOU FUCKIN' STUPID LAR! HOW CAN YOU KILL YOUR OWN TEAM MEMBER????? AIYOHHHHHHHHHHH...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn embarrasing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like saying : EH! WHY YOUR PENIS SO SHORT WAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba.ha.ha.ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I would like to tell ALL4ONE... GO GET A BLOODY CACTUS AND SIT ON IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such deceitful people actually exist. Deceiving himself (I assume All4one is a guy) and deceiving ignorant people like you *Points into the screen..Everybody should mourn for the existence of such people. No walking around with lanterns! Cannot 'Buka' for Malays. Must remain fasting until the end of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(good thing I'm not Malay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about lanterns. I just saw some silly people walking near my house with lanterns and one wore the lantern. (Got it? he WORE the lantern.) How ridiculous can these people be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Faints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author : I can be a hardcore gamer myself. But I just totally disagree with what ALL4ONE said. So, chill. I kn
