<?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-12150898</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:23:10.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Juke-box</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-4075630226242891935</id><published>2009-08-11T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:09:02.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-activate after 4 years...</title><content type='html'>Haha, finally activate my account since alr dormant..haha!! Nice 2 meet u rox!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-4075630226242891935?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/4075630226242891935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=4075630226242891935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/4075630226242891935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/4075630226242891935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2009/08/re-activate-after-4-years.html' title='Re-activate after 4 years...'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-113353770586362804</id><published>2005-12-02T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:35:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret To Attracting And Keeping</title><content type='html'>The main PROBLEM here, and the thing that stood in your way, is that men aren't easy to understand. And when you find a good man, he doesn't come with an "instruction manual".&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Just because your girlfriends told you it wasn't your fault, or that he was just "a jerk", doesn't mean that they understood the problem (or that they understand men at all, for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Most women don't "get" men. Your friends who try to comfort and encourage you have good intentions. They're just trying to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're also accidentally making the situation WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;They're trying to blame the situation on HIM, instead of trying to help YOU understand how to KEEP a great guy around.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;This situation is MOST dangerous when you meet a really GREAT GUY, but you don't know how to catch him or keep him. Let's face it, great guys are hard to find... and when you do find one, you can't afford to lose him because you made a dumb mistake.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;You can't afford to throw away a good six months, a year... or even LONGER... and risk losing what could be a valuable relationship... just because you didn't know how to handle a particular situation.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Well, there is some good news here... I personally believe that there IS something you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;You CAN learn how to understand men and get them to be open up and understand you. You can learn how to CATCH that great guy, and how to KEEP him.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;And how do I know this?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Because I AM a guy. And I've been in all the situations I just mentioned to you... from the OTHER side.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I've seen it from a man's perspective. I've been in those difficult "places" in dating, relationships, and love.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;After years and years of experiencing these types of situations and hearing about them from my female friends, I decided to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I spent well over a year carefully documenting and writing about my experiences. I spent much of that time researching, interviewing women, and working out all the ways a woman can get what she wants out of a relationship without scaring off the man she loves... and without letting any of those confusing "guy issues" get in the way.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue next week,hehe.....suspend le!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-113353770586362804?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/113353770586362804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=113353770586362804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/113353770586362804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/113353770586362804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/12/secret-to-attracting-and-keeping.html' title='The Secret To Attracting And Keeping'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-113201556628436837</id><published>2005-11-15T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T08:46:06.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why A Man Gets 'Scared Away' When You Try To Get Him To Commit For The Long-Term-And What To Do About It..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;An Open Letter To A Woman Who Wants To ATTRACT And KEEP Mr. Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;    I'd like to ask you a few questions. Be open and honest with yourself as you answer them...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met a guy who seemed to be "Mr. Right", but after getting to know him better you could tell that he just didn't feel that same level of "connection" you felt?&lt;br /&gt;    You were attracted to him, but he just wasn't into you the same way you were into him?&lt;br /&gt;    In your mind, you could sense what a great guy he was, and that, somewhere deep inside, you both shared this strong "chemistry" that made you feel close and comfortable. But for some reason he didn't want to truly connect with you.&lt;br /&gt;    Another one...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept with a guy very quickly after meeting him, but as it started to happen you got that sinking feeling in your stomach? You knew it was a mistake, but you did it anyway. And then the thing you &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KNEW&lt;/span&gt; would happen actually happened: He unexplainably disappeared from your life. Honestly, have you ever had this happen?&lt;br /&gt;    Of course, the worst part wasn't that it happened, but that you &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KNEW&lt;/span&gt; you shouldn't have done it in the first place... but you did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;    And finally:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated a great guy for a long time... I'm talking about six months, twelve months, or even longer... and it was getting to the point where you needed to have "the talk" with him. But when you tried to bring up the topic of having a relationship and making a bigger commitment, his eyes just glazed over... and then he became distant from you... and the relationship ended soon after?&lt;br /&gt;    You were trying to get &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;CLOSER&lt;/span&gt; to him, and somehow he kept moving farther AWAY from you.&lt;br /&gt;    I'm guessing that when one of these things happened, your girlfriends said things like:&lt;br /&gt;    "He's just a jerk, forget about him".&lt;br /&gt;    Or they said: "He doesn't see the mistake he's making or what he'll be missing". But he never seemed to see these mistakes... or even miss you.&lt;br /&gt;    And the worst part of all: You kept thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;    In fact, it really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOT TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;. And I'll bet the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt; why it got to you is because you worried that it might have been something to do with &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; (and not just because he was a total jerk).&lt;br /&gt;    In fact, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TO THIS DAY&lt;/span&gt; you still have the feeling that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; may have done something wrong, and that you may have &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;CAUSED&lt;/span&gt; some of the problems in the first place... and if you would have known the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RIGHT &lt;/span&gt;thing to do, things would have turned out differently...&lt;br /&gt;    Unfortunately, the bad news is that you're probably right.&lt;br /&gt;    Chances are you &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt; have something to do with it, and things probably &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WOULD&lt;/span&gt; have turned out differently if you would have known how to deal with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;    You &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;COULD&lt;/span&gt; have done something about it... if only you had known &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt; to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-113201556628436837?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/113201556628436837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=113201556628436837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/113201556628436837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/113201556628436837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-man-gets-scared-away-when-you-try.html' title='Why A Man Gets &apos;Scared Away&apos; When You Try To Get Him To Commit For The Long-Term-And What To Do About It...&quot;'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-113137100907720070</id><published>2005-11-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:43:29.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics of Underneath Your Clothes (Shakira)</title><content type='html'>You're a song written by the hands of God&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrongcause this might sound to you a bit odd&lt;br /&gt;But you own that placewhere all my thoughts go ridin'&lt;br /&gt;Right under your clothes is where I findthem&lt;br /&gt;UNDERNEATH YOUR CLOTHES there's a man a story&lt;br /&gt;There's a man Ichose there's my territory&lt;br /&gt;and all the things Ideserve&lt;br /&gt;For bein' such a good girl honey&lt;br /&gt;Cause of you I thought of the smart ways to ride&lt;br /&gt;Cause ofyouI'm running out of reasons to cry&lt;br /&gt;When your friends are gone&lt;br /&gt;And when the party's over&lt;br /&gt;It still won't be long to each other&lt;br /&gt;UNDERNEATH YOUR CLOTHES there's a man a story&lt;br /&gt;There's a man I chosethere's my territory&lt;br /&gt;andall the things Ideserve&lt;br /&gt;For bein' such a good girl honey&lt;br /&gt;UNDERNEATH YOUR CLOTHES there's a man a story&lt;br /&gt;There's a man I chosethere's my territory&lt;br /&gt;and all the things Ideserve&lt;br /&gt;For bein' such a good girl&lt;br /&gt;For bein' such a hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your woman all I talk aboutis&lt;br /&gt;Movin' talkin' walkin' breathin'&lt;br /&gt;You know it too and babe it's so funny&lt;br /&gt;You almost don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;As ev'ry voice is risin' to the feelin'&lt;br /&gt;We'll be hangin' by the ceilin'&lt;br /&gt;All the way she finds it her manner&lt;br /&gt;Muscles hard as steel&lt;br /&gt;UNDERNEATH YOUR CLOTHES there's a man a story&lt;br /&gt;There's a man Ichose there's my territory&lt;br /&gt;andall the things I deserve&lt;br /&gt;For bein' such a good girl honey&lt;br /&gt;UNDERNEATH YOUR CLOTHES woh&lt;br /&gt;There's a man I chosethere's my territory&lt;br /&gt;and all the things I deserve&lt;br /&gt;For bein' such a good girl&lt;br /&gt;For bein' such a good girl ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-113137100907720070?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/113137100907720070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=113137100907720070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/113137100907720070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/113137100907720070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/11/lyrics-of-underneath-your-clothes.html' title='Lyrics of Underneath Your Clothes (Shakira)'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-113128582906433066</id><published>2005-11-06T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:03:49.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My target....</title><content type='html'>In next year i will be 21, so i decided i got many things to do to make my 21 meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm going to get my driving license soon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Still decide whether want to take my own personal album.&lt;br /&gt;3. I must thrive hard to earn more money $$$$$&lt;br /&gt;4. Maybe my last target is to buy a car....i dont care its new or second handed (kelisa/kancil/charade) so easy for me travel to my working place.&lt;br /&gt;5. Collect $$$ from whom want to tumpang everyday.....hehe*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-113128582906433066?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/113128582906433066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=113128582906433066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/113128582906433066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/113128582906433066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-target.html' title='My target....'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-113016703336624786</id><published>2005-10-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:17:13.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end, i'm still around....</title><content type='html'>Hi, im so lazy to get connected nowadays. But im so happy this week coz i took 2days annual leave and will going to kl for attending a course. I can meet my frens there. Oppspss.......tat alls 4 today, something crops up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-113016703336624786?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/113016703336624786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=113016703336624786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/113016703336624786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/113016703336624786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-end-im-still-around.html' title='In the end, i&apos;m still around....'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-112697176880539162</id><published>2005-09-17T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T23:42:48.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back....</title><content type='html'>Suddenly feel like blogging. So free today, got nothing to do. Now im downloading my hp picture to pc. Opening my full critical mail box. I also cant remember when did i last open it. Damn lots of mail to reply ohhhhHH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feel like life is so strange. Sometimes , wat r we waiting for? No on can predict. Everyday, working,working still working! Am i tired of living?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-112697176880539162?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/112697176880539162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=112697176880539162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/112697176880539162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/112697176880539162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back....'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-112195203848039138</id><published>2005-07-21T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:20:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very sad and beautiful story</title><content type='html'>Here's something for you guys...a very sad but beautiful story.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain rich businessman had a beautiful daughter, who fell in love with a guy who was a cleaner. When the girl's father came to know about their love, he did not like it at all, and so began to protest about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it happened that the two lovers decided to leave their homes for a happy future. The girl's father started searching everywhere for the them but in vain. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At last, he accepted their love and asked them to come back home in a local newspaper. Her father said "If you both come back I will allow Â &lt;br /&gt;you to marry the guy you love, I accept that you loved each other truly". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So in this way, their love won and they returned homes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple went to town to shop for a wedding dress for the bride. The guy was wearing a white shirt that day.Â Then as he was crossing the road to the other side &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to get some drinks for his fiancee, a car hit him and he died on theÂ  spot. The girl lost her senses. It was only after some time that she recovered from her shock. The funeral and cementation was held on the very next day because he had died horribly. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Two nights later, the girl's mother had a dream in which she saw an old lady. The old lady told her mother to wash the blood stains of the guy from her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daughter's dress as soon as possible. But her mother ignored the dream. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next night her father had the same dream, he, too, ignored it. Then when the girl had the dream the following night, she woke up in fear and told &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her mother about the dream. Her mother adviced her to wash the clothes which have blood stains immediately. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She did as she was told, but to no avail. The next night she again had the same dream. She washed again... but some still remained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And on the 3rd night, she had the exact same dream and this time the old lady gave her a last warning to wash the blood stain away, or else something terribleÂ  &lt;br /&gt;will happen. This time theÂ  girl tried her best to wash the stains. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She used all her might to scrub...and the dress nearly tore, but patches of stubborn stains still remained! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By late evening the same day, tired and all alone at home, the girl heard a knock on the door. When she opened the door, she saw the same old lady in &lt;br /&gt;her dream standing at her door. She got very scared and fainted. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The old lady woke her up and gave her a blue object. Still in shock, the girl asked, "What is this..? " &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied... &lt;br /&gt;"Try Dynamo Liquid Soap... just a dab and it will remove all stubborn stains!!!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heehee...I know how you all are feeling now...I have been through this too mah. But don't look at me like that leh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-112195203848039138?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/112195203848039138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=112195203848039138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/112195203848039138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/112195203848039138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/07/very-sad-and-beautiful-story.html' title='A very sad and beautiful story'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-112152361223382954</id><published>2005-07-16T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:20:12.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls tears..... esp for guys</title><content type='html'>A girl wont cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;except in front of the person who she love the most,&lt;br /&gt;she becomes weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl wont cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;only when she love you the most,&lt;br /&gt;she put down her ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries bcoz of you,&lt;br /&gt;please hold her hands firmly,&lt;br /&gt;she's the one who would stay with you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries bcoz of you,&lt;br /&gt;please don`t give her up,&lt;br /&gt;maybe bcoz of your decision,&lt;br /&gt;you ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cries right infront of you,&lt;br /&gt;When she cries bcoz of you,&lt;br /&gt;Look into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Can u see n feel the pain n hurt she's feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;Which other girl have cried with pure sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;In front of you, And bcoz of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries not because she is weak,&lt;br /&gt;She cries not bcoz she wants sympathy or pity,&lt;br /&gt;She cries,&lt;br /&gt;Because crying silently is no longer possible,&lt;br /&gt;the pain, hurt, n agony have become too big a burden to be kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries her heart out to you,&lt;br /&gt;And all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Its time to look back on wat u have done,&lt;br /&gt;Only you will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it, Coz one day,&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late for regrets,&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late to say "I'm sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don`t do this to a girl,You may regret it for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in your life,She's the only one that love YOU the most.&lt;br /&gt;Remember this lesson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one falls in Love by CHOICE, it is by CHANCE&lt;br /&gt;No one stays in Love by CHANCE, it is by WORK&lt;br /&gt;And no one falls out of Love by CHANCE, it is by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOICE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-112152361223382954?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/112152361223382954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=112152361223382954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/112152361223382954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/112152361223382954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/07/girls-tears-esp-for-guys.html' title='girls tears..... esp for guys'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-112152194023970778</id><published>2005-07-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:52:20.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why most females are single???!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. The nice men are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. The handsome men are not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. The handsome and nice men are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual&lt;br /&gt;men are married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;5. The men who are not so handsome, but&lt;br /&gt;are nice&lt;br /&gt;men, have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. The men who are not so handsome, but&lt;br /&gt;are nice&lt;br /&gt;men with money think we are only after their&lt;br /&gt;money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. The handsome men without money are&lt;br /&gt;after our&lt;br /&gt;money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. The handsome men, who are not so nice&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are&lt;br /&gt;beautiful enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9. The men who think we are beautiful, that&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;heterosexual, somewhat nice and have&lt;br /&gt;money,&lt;br /&gt;are cowards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10. The men who are somewhat handsome,&lt;br /&gt;somewhat nice and have some money and&lt;br /&gt;thank&lt;br /&gt;God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER&lt;br /&gt;MAKE&lt;br /&gt;THE FIRST MOVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;11. The men who never make the first&lt;br /&gt;move, automatically lose interest in us when&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;take the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW, WHO THE HELL UNDERSTANDS&lt;br /&gt;MEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Men are like a fine wine.&lt;br /&gt;They all start out like grapes, and&lt;br /&gt;it's our job to stomp on them and keep&lt;br /&gt;them in the dark until they mature into&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;you'd like to have dinner with." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-112152194023970778?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/112152194023970778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=112152194023970778&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/112152194023970778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/112152194023970778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-most-females-are-single.html' title='Why most females are single???!!'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111971215274714857</id><published>2005-06-25T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:09:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous!!!</title><content type='html'>Beware of Mirrors in Hotels!&lt;br /&gt;...Because you never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to &gt; determine if a mirror are 2 way or not (Not a Joke!) Not to scare you,but to make you aware. A policewoman who travels all over the US and givesseminars and techniques for businesswomen passed this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; HOW TO DETECT A 2-WAY MIRROR :&gt; &gt; When we visit toilets, bathrooms, hotel rooms, changing rooms, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; How many of you know for sure that the seemingly ordinary mirrorhanging on the wall is a real mirror, or actually a 2-way mirror (i.e., theycan see you, but you can't see them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; There have been many cases of people installing 2-way mirrors in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; female changing rooms. It is very difficult to positively identify thesurface by just looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; So, how do we determine with any amount of certainty w hat type of &gt; mirror we are looking at? Just conduct this simple test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Place the tip of your fingernail ! against the reflective surface and &gt; if there is a GAP between your fingernail and the image of the nail,then it is a GENUINE mirror. However, if your fingernail DIRECTLYTOUCHES&gt; the image of your nail,then BEWARE, FOR IT IS A 2-WAY MIRROR! &gt; &gt; So remember, every time you see a mirror, do the "fingernail test." It&gt; doesn't cost you anything. It is simple to do, and it might save youfrom getting "visually raped"! This is a really good thing to do. The reasonthere is a gap on a real mirror, is because the silver is on the back of themirror UNDER the glass. As a two-way mirror, the silver is on the surface.Keep it in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Ladies: Share this with your girl friends. Men: Share this with your &gt; wives, daughters and/or girlfriend or friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111971215274714857?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111971215274714857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111971215274714857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111971215274714857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111971215274714857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/06/dangerous.html' title='Dangerous!!!'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111971137834798360</id><published>2005-06-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:56:18.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Life???huh?</title><content type='html'>Every morning wake up,&lt;br /&gt; thinking not going to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have no choice,&lt;br /&gt;but have to do it,&lt;br /&gt;so we brush our teeth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go to shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, we work for the&lt;br /&gt;whole day and seeing&lt;br /&gt;someone we don't like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our closest friend is PC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with the terrible PC&lt;br /&gt;(Programming @#$%&amp;#@!)&lt;br /&gt;we work until feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working, we still have&lt;br /&gt;to finish tones of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, we always check&lt;br /&gt;at the calendar and looking&lt;br /&gt;forward Saturday and&lt;br /&gt;Public holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........THAT'S OUR LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111971137834798360?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111971137834798360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111971137834798360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111971137834798360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111971137834798360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-is-lifehuh.html' title='What Is Life???huh?'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111884494770920665</id><published>2005-06-15T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:15:47.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdated!!!</title><content type='html'>Hymm........everyday WORKING! WORKING! WORKING! Damn boring. Go to work early in the morning but come back late at night. Couldnt see the sun in the morning and can only see the moon and the star at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel really outdated. I really don't have time to blog nowadays. And seldom chat with my friends lately and dont have time to reply my bloggerians. After coming back from work already 9 o'clock. After take a bath, eat dinner already tired and feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep early today coz tomorrow have reach at my working place at 8 o'clock bcoz of the VIP will be visiting our branch for briefing. If not i will be the panda in the meeting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very SORRY to my bloggerians coz couldn't update my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111884494770920665?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111884494770920665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111884494770920665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111884494770920665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111884494770920665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/06/outdated.html' title='Outdated!!!'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111743048790147878</id><published>2005-05-30T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:21:27.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test for smart people!</title><content type='html'>Below are four (4) questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately. OK?Let's find out just how clever you really are.Ready? GO!!! ?(scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in? ?&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered that you are first, then you are wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second! ?Try not to screw up in the next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer the second question, don't take as much time as you took for the first question. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Second Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you overtake the last person, then you are...? ?&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're not very good at this! Are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Third Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very tricky math! Note: This must be done in your head only.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000. Now add 10. What is the total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scroll down for answer. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get5000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The correct answer is actually 4100.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe it? Check with your calculator! Today is definitely not your day. Maybe you will get the last question right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono.What is the name of the fifth daughter?&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nunu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!Of course not. Her name isMary.Read the question again ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the bonus round:There is a mute person who wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing one's teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if there is a blind man who wishes to buy a pair of sunglasses, how should he express himself?He just has to open his mouth and ask, so simple.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KEEP THIS GOING TO FRUSTRATE THE SMART PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE!&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/12150898-111743048790147878?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111743048790147878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111743048790147878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111743048790147878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111743048790147878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/05/test-for-smart-people.html' title='Test for smart people!'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111685766070865912</id><published>2005-05-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:14:20.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days 4 night at my hometown.</title><content type='html'>I just came back from my hometown, Ipoh, Perak today. I spent four days with my family there. Haha… what I do is eating, shopping and sleeping. I’m quite tired although I sleep in the car along the journey but I do wake up when its time to eat. (*o*) WoOw…like pig ho? I also don’t know why? Maybe I like to sleep in the car so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we are not going for holiday. My dad had his own business, after sending the goods to Temerloh, Pahang we started our journey to Perak so it doesn’t matter how many off days he took. Since I still have time to go for holiday lets not waste it coz I can start working on June. It’s a long journey. After took our breakfast, we bertolak from Kluang at 6 o’clock and reach Pahang at 11 o’clock. I don’t know what happen actually coz I sleep like a…..SHhhHHhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started our journey again after we took our lunch there. It’s took around two hours to reach KL and four hours to reach our destination. We reach there around 6 to 7 o’clock coz we accidentally masuk salah lorong. Hahaha..so shame. Actually our hometown is at Ipoh-Selatan just right after the plaza tol but we miss it and keep on driving until Ipoh-Utara. The worse part is we didn’t even realize. After took a big round coming down from highway we were (@@“) shocked!!!*** coz we cannot find the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TESCO&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JAYA JUSCO.&lt;/span&gt; What we all saw is a totally new city and there is no sign board to show us where to go. We have to pandai cari jalan loh. The road is quite complicated actually. *Sigh* after turning here turning there, passed to round-a-bout, traffic jam somemore we all relieve coz we saw the plot (Hospital Pantai) at Tambun. *No sweat* We got so many years didn’t go back to Perak already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I already at Cameron Highland. I like the air there is so fresh and cool. As you know I’m a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*gila bunga*&lt;/span&gt; type after I saw the colourful flower I can’t control anymore. Hope my neighbour remember help me to water the flowers. At last so sayang I only choose one flower coz I’m not sure is it still alive after I coming down. I scare it will layu but it so cheap RM4 per pot after discount RM1. The auntie there is so good I didn’t ask for discount also. Suddenly I feel a few drops of water dripping down actually RAINING. *Sigh* again. So sway la but I heard the strawberry owner said everyday also a rainy day. Because of rainy day we didn’t continue shopping. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I HATE RAINY DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; So sayang I didn’t try the special strawberry ice cream coz of the weather but I bought some strawberry and souvenir. The strawberry is quite cheap RM10 buy big free small box. I thought of buying the strawberry plan RM6 per pot but the plan seem like not very healthy. I miss it (Cameron Highland’s apple) RM2 per biji.&lt;br /&gt;^_^~ it is white yellowish colour and I heard the auntie said the taste is better than honey dew. The thing that I won’t 4get to do is keep searching for my magnet collections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; *snake*&lt;/span&gt; road I have to take care of my flower. If not will tergolek here and there. Lucky, until today it still alive haven’t layu. The flower is very beautiful, it is my fav colour (babepink). The road is very narrow and dangerous. After coming back, my aunt said there was an accident last two months. If I’m not wrong, a tourist bus met an accident and no one alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t wasted our time there. We went shopping at Tesco, Jaya Jusco and the new opening Giant on 17 May. I keep on buying, shopping and eating. It was very crowded at Giant. They prolong the business hour to 12 pm. I tried the most famous food in Ipoh *nga choy kai* actually nothing special la (chicken + tauge + fishball) only, you can also eat with mee or hor fan. Until now, I still miss the taste, the smell and the crunchy &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;ROTIBOY!!!&lt;/span&gt; Rotiboy Bakeshoppe is a world wide most famous roti (franchise). They only sell one type of roti and the business is very very good. The roti finish very fast and you have to queue long just for the RM1.50 per bun. *One is never enough… buns to die for! Not believe? Just go and try loh.. I didn’t lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we stop at Sg. Buloh just simply to have a look at the *Restoran Jejantas* and for relieve……???? Kakakaka. This is my 1st time eating above the road. There have Burger King, KFC, A &amp; W, mynews.com and some food stall. After get into the car I feel like sleeping again ~ until we reached the next *Restoran Jejantas* before Ayer Keroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays policeman is very clever, they cari makan even on public holiday. A lot of Singaporeans kena saman. Then I continue sleep again until we reached the Ayer Hitam plaza tol. Hahaha……this is just a simple rumusan from my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gonna start working on 1 June liao loh.. I work in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RHB bank&lt;/span&gt;. No more holiday, no more shopping and eating liao wor. Have to sleep early wake up early coz it took around 1 hour to reach there. Very far away ahh…. Hope everything will go smoothly with new friends. That’s all for today. Take care ya all my friends…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111685766070865912?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111685766070865912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111685766070865912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111685766070865912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111685766070865912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/05/3-days-4-night-at-my-hometown.html' title='3 days 4 night at my hometown.'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111555934839722197</id><published>2005-05-08T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T21:35:48.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>To mother with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just drop by to wish &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all wonderful mums in the world who sacrificed a lot (9 months) hohoohoh… so don’t ever forget the second week of May is Mother’s Day. Do something special for her (out of surprise)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FRENCH KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (^o^ ) *so sweet* WoOwWw just kidding la but I think if you want to do so (I mean you don’t mind) your mum also feel like vomit and geli (@@”)shocked!!! Anyway, it’s not easy to become a MUM. Even dictionary can’t explain much about this three word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&gt;U&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; other than mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually if you ask me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;why it falls on the second week of May?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I couldn’t give you a correct answer. I also don’t know but who ever know the story line please post to me. Hahahaha……thanx! Here, I would like to dedicate a meaningful journal to my loving, mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother dearest&lt;br /&gt;You mean the world to me,&lt;br /&gt;My life you’ve shaped with tender care&lt;br /&gt;Ever so carefully.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;When I’m alone I came to you&lt;br /&gt;For you are always there,&lt;br /&gt;You side me through my rights and wrongs&lt;br /&gt;And guide me through despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll try so hard to match&lt;br /&gt;The undying love you’ve shown,&lt;br /&gt;That never seems to have an end&lt;br /&gt;Even now…… when I’m grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I treasure your love&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;And I know I’m the luckiest child alive&lt;br /&gt;To have a mother like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111555934839722197?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111555934839722197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111555934839722197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111555934839722197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111555934839722197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111529939443222807</id><published>2005-05-05T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T21:23:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6  weeks..6 months....6 years.....</title><content type='html'>&gt;Dating process:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 weeks  : I love U, I love U, I  love U.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 months : Of course I  love U.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 years  : GOD, if I  didn't love U, then why the hell did I propose?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Back from Work:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6  weeks  : Honey, I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6  months : BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 years  :  What did your mom cook for us today??&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 weeks  : Honey, I  really hope you liked the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6  months : I bought you a painting; it would fit the motif in the  living room.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 years  :  Here's the money. Buy yourself something.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Phone Ringing:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6  weeks  : Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 months : Here, for you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 years  : PHONE RINGING.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Cooking:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 weeks  : I never knew food could taste so good!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6  months : What are we having for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 years  : AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Apology:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 weeks  : Honey muffin,  don't you worry, Ill never hold this against you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 months : Watch out! Don't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 years  : What's not to  understand about what I just said??&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;New  Dress:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 weeks  : Oh my God, you look like an angel in that dress.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 months : You  bought a new dress again???&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 years  : How much did THAT cost me?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Planning for Vacations:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 weeks  : How do 2 weeks in Vienna or anywhere you  please sound??&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 months : What's  so bad about going to Istanbul on a charter plane?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 years  : Travel? What's so bad about  staying home???&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;TV:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 weeks  : Baby, what would you like us to  watch tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 months : I like  this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 years  : I'm  going to watch ESPN, if you're not in the mood, go to bed, I can  stay up by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111529939443222807?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111529939443222807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111529939443222807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111529939443222807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111529939443222807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/05/6-weeks6-months6-years.html' title='6  weeks..6 months....6 years.....'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111529601253939873</id><published>2005-05-05T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T20:26:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, I’m back again. *wink*. I’m quite busy with my new job lately, but I hope can cope with it. Sorry Keat, I haven’t top up my hand phone credit yet but hope you receive my message through yahoo. Yup I receive your message today, thanks. I will go to KL for training maybe for a few weeks or months. Not sure. Now, I’m waiting for the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why? Am I having insomnia? I just couldn’t have a nice sleep recently. Maybe I’m too nervous. I couldn’t imagine what will happen when I will be alone at the training centre there and so far away from my house. Meet with all new faces and strangers. My head full of unexplained question and exclamation mark. Who is my room mate? How many are they? How is the place? Can I get along with them? Can I sleep without my pillow? Can I cope with it? All kind of question surrounding my mind. Hope so, they are friendly and easy going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually is quite kalam-kabut because I don’t know when is the date and have to prepare everything. Once you I receive a call, straight away have to be there the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t started packing my things…..*SssHhhhhhh* if not the boss will kill me. Nyek, nyek, nyek!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite boring sometimes when you have to travel there alone. *Sigh* I’m not used; I hate and scare to be alone. There is no one beside you to talk to you and…. Sure I will miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that’s all for today, take care ya all my friends. I won’t post my journal for a few weeks (maybe after I coming back from KL) Anyway, if I got something interesting I will get connected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111529601253939873?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111529601253939873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111529601253939873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111529601253939873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111529601253939873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111388981132801876</id><published>2005-04-19T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T13:50:11.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Your Eyes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;????????EYE TEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? Count every "F" in the following text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? FINISHED FILES ARE THE RE&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? SULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTI&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? FIC STUDY COMBINED WITH&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? (SEE BELOW)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??????? HOW MANY ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?????? ..................... 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? WRONG, THERE ARE 6 -- no joke.&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? READ IT AGAIN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? The reasoning behind is further down.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??????? The brain cannot process "OF".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? Incredible or what? Go back and look again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? Anyone who counts all 6 "F's" on the first go is a? genius.&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? Three is normal, four is quite rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? Send this to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? It will drive them crazy.! And keep them occupied&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? for several minutes..!? &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/12150898-111388981132801876?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111388981132801876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111388981132801876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388981132801876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388981132801876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/04/test-your-eyes.html' title='Test Your Eyes!!'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111388832258614998</id><published>2005-04-19T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T13:25:22.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanxx...</title><content type='html'>This journal is especially dedicated to my friends…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She helps me a lot after I resign from that ROTI CANAI COMPANY. She helps me to look for a job. She helps me to past the application form because the place is very far away from my house. Luckily, we stayed in a same Taman just nearby other than that she is my secondary school classmate. She is very helpful and not selfish. Hope we can work in a same company although is very far away from our house….we have to travel 11/2 hour  to reach there. *Sigh….. Have to wake up early. Maybe if you are from SMCC Kluang then you will know who is she? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Li &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my buddy fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside that, I would like to thank my primary school friend, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee Min&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, yup&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Carol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Glamour name now) lol….. May be she is the angel of D5 class now. So, how are you getting on now? Fine? So so? Getting married soon? Just kidding la….lol.. We are not in the same class but we are in the same batch. She is in merah class and I’m in biru class. Although we are not very close friend but sometimes we will met each other at recess time (normally with Poh Li, yup Fam Poh Li) still remember her, Carol?&lt;br /&gt;The one will always bring us laughter (our laughter machine) happy-go-lucky character. Hope so…. You are not that forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the rantai kaki with loceng remind me of her, Carol. Thanks a lot; you teach me a lot of things that I don’t get it. She is my “Cyber Teacher” (part-time) J. I really hope one day we can have a SRCC and SMCC gathering. Miss all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, heard that you are going to be a promoter as a part time job, right? What type of promoter? I’ve become a promoter too (2 years experience) maybe some of my method can help you to attend the fussy customer. (Are you an expert?) All the best ya!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111388832258614998?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111388832258614998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111388832258614998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388832258614998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388832258614998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/04/thanxx.html' title='Thanxx...'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111388804105499082</id><published>2005-04-19T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T13:20:41.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate</title><content type='html'>I hate someone like that jerk (roti canai) compromise (sometimes I just don’t understand, why must they make a promises that they can’t promise?), backstabbers (they only know how to talk bad about people but they didn’t realize themselves before they…&amp;^%$#@!!, unpunctual (always late and give a lot unreasonable reason), two head snake (so kepoh-chi, just to satisfied other people), selfish (not fish monger la ^_^#...someone that is too protect and didn’t considerate other people), action ( they think highly of themselves, the way they look at you very different from head-to-toe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Really sorry if the content of this journal/sentence/words had offended anyone (please forgive me). I am not trying to blame, upset or accuse anyone. Just writing a penny of my thoughts which can help me to feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111388804105499082?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111388804105499082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111388804105499082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388804105499082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388804105499082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate.html' title='I Hate'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111388791782027872</id><published>2005-04-19T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T13:18:37.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regretted…… ( sambung from Part 2)</title><content type='html'>PART 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Just before I leave the office, I saw him pick up the phone and make a call.  Do you know who he calls? Get someone for interview? So fast? Already stand by? After that I went back (morning shift until 6). My parent and I waiting my sister to come back (night shift until 10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the story goes……. Di~da~di~di~da~di…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Actually that jerk is calling his parent. He informed his parent that two of us already resign please come now as soon as possible. He doesn’t know what to do. His parent scolded him. He doesn’t dare to look at his parent. He already knows who’s wrong. “Jastine ask Jasmine to come and work huh tomorrow, don’t like that lah…” his mum told my sister. “Jastine also come huh” his mum told my sister again.&lt;br /&gt;“Jastine, auntie beg you la, can you work until this end of month?”his mum said. My sister is a soft-hearted character other than that she also kesian that jerk’s mum (quite old) so she agreed to work until 28/2/2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          At night, that roti canai sms me a lot of apple polish words until my sms inbox FULL but I didn’t reply even one cause I know nothing worth to reply him, it will only wasting my credit. He said “The door will always open for two of u only” “I as a big brother already done my part, now is my sister turn….” (all bullshit!!!%^&amp;$#@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning 21/2/2005, I (morning shift) didn’t turn up. My sister (night shift) turns up. In the evening, one of the roti canai’s friend MR. Z came. He introduces two staff for that roti canai. Both of them went inside the office for interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So how?” “What you plan to do after this?” “Since you still have few days to work, you can take this opportunity to teach the new staff” “They can speak dialect very well, include Hokkien, Cantonese, Mandarin and…….blablabla.” that fat fellow MR. Z talk to my sister in a bad manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview finish, my sister calls my mum to pick her. “Today is my last day” my sister said to him. Actually, my mum knows all this. “Saya tak sangka, you boleh buat macam tu pada anak saya” from my mum. My mum looks at him. He quietly look at my mum too. Slowly, the tears flow from his eyes. (The first time I heard a man cry, so sayang I’m not at the scene). Where am I? I’m at the house waiting for the news loh…. Hate to looks at the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROTI CANAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; face mah. If can, I will send the photo here when I’m free to let you know who is that JERK.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;- WILL BE CONTINUED -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Really sorry if the content of this journal had offended anyone. I am not trying to blame or accuse anyone. Just writing a penny of my thoughts which can help me to feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111388791782027872?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111388791782027872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111388791782027872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388791782027872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388791782027872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/04/regretted-sambung-from-part-2.html' title='Regretted…… ( sambung from Part 2)'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111388744038626798</id><published>2005-04-18T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T13:10:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100% Jerk!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We work in the same company for almost 2 years. Let’s name it Mr. X. Through the hard work we’ve done, we became closer (best friends). Until lately, Mr. X decided to open a new company. He asked me to join him but I’m in dilemma whether my decision is right or wrong. Since I’m not very happy working in the previous company and he offer me a better regulation, I decided to join him. He promise me the amount of salary, other than that same as the previous (overtime, annual leave, MC, public holiday and so on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my previous boss Mr. Y, he rejected my resignation letter. He replies “Pretend like I didn’t receive this letter, ok?” He asked me a lot of question. He asked me the reason I resign. I didn’t bluff him, I tell him the truth. I can see from his face (disappointed &amp; sad). What surprise me is….he even beg me please don’t resign. “Don’t leave me and the company, and you should know we’re short of Chinese staff with experience”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I feel like crying but I control my tears. I didn’t answer anything and I just geleng-geleng my head. We stayed in side the office for around 1 hour. At last,&lt;br /&gt;he agreed and still he didn’t give up. “Wish you all the best, good luck and hope we still have chance to cooperate together”. “The door will always welcome for you”. This is the last word I heard from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I ended there on 30/11/2004. Therefore, we started our new job at a new company on 1/12/2004. But Mr. X ended there on 31/12/2004. Till now, I still remember the first look of the shop. Dirty, messy, smelly (previously is a restaurant). My sister and I started our job. I help him design the cabinet, paint the wall, paint the gate. My sister in charge of contacting and ordering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we were very tired, but we were happy working together on the first day of 2005. Day by days, week by weeks, the shop was almost full. Everyone was busy checking the goods, entering the stocks, printing the bar codes, re-packing and arranging the stocks according to departments. Sometimes we work until late midnight. The next day, we were invited to his house for a lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone was waiting for the opening day. The opening day was on 19/1/2005.The shop was decorated nicely with balloons and some bouquet of flowers sponsor by his relatives and big company. Buffet was provided too. Lot of customers coming in and out just for congrats him other than buying. Most of the customers is from the previous company because we sending them the invitation cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring already reading my journal? But be patient, you haven’t read the cruel part…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GUESS???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What he had done for us? Until now, he still very care for us, right? Later you read yourself….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a click for an eyes, everyone was waiting with excitement face to get paid (Salary day) because we all didn’t get our salary from last year. But nobody knowing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THAT CRUEL JERK DONE FOR US….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                             - WILL BE CONTINUED -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Really sorry if the content of this journal/sentence/words had offended anyone (please forgive me). I am not trying to blame, upset or accuse anyone. Just writing a penny of my thoughts which can help me to feel better.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111388744038626798?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111388744038626798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111388744038626798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388744038626798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388744038626798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/04/100-jerk.html' title='100% Jerk!!!'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111388783348141490</id><published>2005-04-18T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T13:17:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roti Canai Company (sambung from Part 1)</title><content type='html'>PART 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one go into the office to collect their salary. Everyone thought he will add up our last year and last month salary plus overtime and public holiday (New Year). Everyone waited impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my expectation, he &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR. CRUEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn’t add our last year and last month salary plus overtime and public holiday (New Year). And that doesn’t matter; he even deducted our salary around RM200-RM300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“COMPANY COULDN’T COVER THE EXPENSES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” this is the only reason that he gives us. What kind of reason is this? I already get MAD. “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THAT IS YOUR OWN PROBLEM, NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TO DO WITH US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” I shouted back. Everyone quiet. “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HOW CAN YOU SAID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THAT JASMINE?” “I THOUGHT BECAUSE OF OUR FRIENDSHIP YOU COME AND HELP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” he replied. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LAUGHING OUT…..LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Why are you (a graduated) so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NAIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CHILDISH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thinking in my heart. In this world, who works not because of money, living and satisfaction? Then you open this shop for what? not because of these? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WHAT A STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ANSWER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In my mind la, I didn’t spoke out…..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“WHY MUST YOU MENTION THE WORD ‘MONEY’ IN OUR FRIENDSHIP”? “IF LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THAT THAT IS NOT CALLS FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” he replied. “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I DIDN’T TAKE MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SALARY ALSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;….” he replied again. I LOL…AGAIN. “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I ONLY TOOK RM4000 AND I HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TO PAY MY MUM, FOR MY CAR, DAILY EXPENSES AND THE BALANCE I HAVE IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RM100 ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” (This is the funniest part) maybe can be recorded in “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GUINNESS WORLD RECORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. Real &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; answer that I ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood already started boiling!!!!! Working is working, friendship is friendship. This two are from different group (in my heart) but I don’t feel like quarrel with him so all of us went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us started our plan. The next day, we went into the office again. “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DON’T TELL ME YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN’T EVEN PAY US OUR OVERTIME”?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I asked him. “Then you are worst than MR. Y” I told him. Without thinking much, “&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK, I WILL PAY EVERYTHING INCLUDE OT AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUBLIC START FROM TODAY BUT JASMINE AND JASTINE CONTROL YOUR OT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” in rush and angry. Before this, you know what he told us? “&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JASMINE AND JASTINE ONE OF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YOU MUST COVER FULL”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (Means from 9  to 10 ) When if FOC he asked you to cover full but when he has to pay he said please control your OT. Since we already choose to work for him, we didn’t ask for the salary anymore. Let the matter rest but he didn’t……. We didn’t quarrel much and went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, “&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN’T PAY YOUR OT AND PUBLIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” he told like sekeping &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROTI CANAI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pusing here, pusing there. Today pusing here, tomorrow pusing there. Everyday pusing-pusing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onward, he didn’t even talk to all of us. If that person is you, will you willing to work in this kind of environment? I don’t think so…. He continued to zip his mouth for almost 2 weeks but we pretend like nothing happen, we still talk to him, he replied but like we are his enemy. We thought because having some problem in his business (bad mood) so we didn’t asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worst, already 3 weeks…..before this he will talk to you the next day (we all wish). I couldn’t TAHAN anymore…. When I work alone with him (normally morning) like a DUMB. The next evening, on 20/2/2005 at 6 o’clock my sister and I went into the office again. “We want to resign” my sister and I told him. “Since that is your decision, I can’t do anything” this is what he replied in not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;-         WILL BE CONTINUED –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Really sorry if the content of this journal/sentence/words had offended anyone (please forgive me). I am not trying to blame, upset or accuse anyone. Just writing a penny of my thoughts which can help me to feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111388783348141490?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111388783348141490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111388783348141490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388783348141490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388783348141490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/04/roti-canai-company-sambung-from-part-1.html' title='Roti Canai Company (sambung from Part 1)'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111372257250348863</id><published>2005-04-17T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:22:52.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you???</title><content type='html'>&gt;A =You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&gt;B =You are always cautious when it comes to meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;&gt;C =You definitely have a partier side in you, don’t be shy to show it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;D =You have trouble trusting people&lt;br /&gt;&gt;E  =You are a very exciting people&lt;br /&gt;&gt;F  =Everyone loves you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;G =You have excellent ways of viewing people&lt;br /&gt;&gt;H =You are not judgemental&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I =You are always smiling and making others smile&lt;br /&gt;&gt; J =Jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;K = You like to try new things&lt;br /&gt;&gt;L =Love is something you deeply believe in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;M= Success come easily to you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;N =You like to work, but you always want a break&lt;br /&gt;&gt;O =You are very open minded&lt;br /&gt;&gt;P =You are very friendly and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Q= You are hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;&gt;R =You are social butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&gt;S =You are very broad –minded&lt;br /&gt;&gt;T = You have an attitude, a big one&lt;br /&gt;&gt;U =You feel like you have to equal up to people’s standards&lt;br /&gt;&gt;V =You have a very good physique and looks&lt;br /&gt;&gt;W= You like your privacy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;X =You never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Y =You cause a lot of trouble&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Z =You’re always fighting with someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111372257250348863?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111372257250348863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111372257250348863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111372257250348863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111372257250348863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you???'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111388707688025775</id><published>2005-04-17T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T13:04:36.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends....</title><content type='html'>You're...&lt;br /&gt;My friend,&lt;br /&gt;My companion,&lt;br /&gt;Through good times and bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend,&lt;br /&gt;My buddy,&lt;br /&gt;Through happy and sad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside me you stand,&lt;br /&gt;Beside me you walk,&lt;br /&gt;You're there to listen,&lt;br /&gt;You're there to talk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With happiness,&lt;br /&gt;With smiles,&lt;br /&gt;With pain and tears,&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be there, throughout the years! (You know who you are) ^_^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111388707688025775?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111388707688025775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111388707688025775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388707688025775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111388707688025775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/04/friends.html' title='Friends....'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111346523862899389</id><published>2005-04-14T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T15:53:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>I already fade up!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dono y, d blog tat i lost last time come back again....mayb bcoz of d bloggers prolem.ALAMAK! now i got 2 blog.hymm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111346523862899389?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111346523862899389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111346523862899389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111346523862899389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111346523862899389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/04/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111341103734462123</id><published>2005-04-14T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:50:37.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy cat</title><content type='html'>I heard that &lt;a href="http://www.sanrio.com/"&gt;Hello Kitty&lt;/a&gt; is now beloved in more than 30 countries, and this is &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2004/09/11/thats_queen_hello_ki.html"&gt;the 30th anniversary year of the birth of Kitty&lt;/a&gt;. Great! ...Sorry, I'm not so much interested in it. But I've been wanting to say only one thing about Hello Kitty for these 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty's design was just a crib from this!!!This is "&lt;a href="http://www.musti.be/"&gt;Musti&lt;/a&gt;" created by the Belgian animator/director Ray Goossens (1924-1998). Musti was started as an animation series on TV in 1968, and its picture books were also published. I read some of that books and loved it in my childhood. Although it is evident to everybody that Kitty was an imitation of Musti, &lt;a href="http://www.sanrio.co.jp/english/"&gt;Sanrio&lt;/a&gt;, the publisher of Hello Kitty have not touched on it.&lt;br /&gt;It is said that the total copyright fee for Hello Kitty reaches around 15 billion yen (13.7 million USD) per year, and Sanrio got 23.7 billion yen (21.6 million USD) gross sales in second quarter of 2004. I wonder why they don't feel shady about hiding the fact. I can say boldly that I stole these images from their official websites!! (Did I say something wrong?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111341103734462123?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111341103734462123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111341103734462123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111341103734462123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111341103734462123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/04/copy-cat.html' title='Copy cat'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150898.post-111340912828617214</id><published>2005-04-14T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:18:48.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careless</title><content type='html'>hymm....im so careless. dono y my blog hilang liao wo...i couldnt find it. no choice hav 2 crteate another new 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12150898-111340912828617214?l=my-juke-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/feeds/111340912828617214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150898&amp;postID=111340912828617214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111340912828617214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150898/posts/default/111340912828617214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-juke-box.blogspot.com/2005/04/careless.html' title='Careless'/><author><name>My Juke-box</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979351577987463190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqqjiOTrLLg/SoGFvqQ79BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDhbSftE38c/S220/DSC02016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
