<?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-3417288</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:56:04.547Z</updated><title type='text'>ThE SeXy BaBe'S MiNd</title><subtitle type='html'>diary, journal, thoughts, personal, about a 21 yr old gal studying abroad in London</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-83957629</id><published>2002-11-03T14:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-03T14:42:08.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! i think this site is now so deserted that noone would stumble upon. So all my work gone into this site has been wasted. Anyway, just in case someone happens to stop by and wonder what the hell has happened to Jo, I have built my own personal site at &lt;a href="http://jo.buayaism.com" target="_blank"&gt;http://jo.buayaism.com&lt;/a&gt;! *yes! Thanx &lt;a href="http://gm.buayaism.com" target="_blank"&gt;BenBen&lt;/a&gt; for hosting me* Please check it out as I won't be updating this site for the time being. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-83957629?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/83957629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/83957629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83957629' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-77279666</id><published>2002-06-03T07:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-06-03T08:34:46.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with the Ben Ben yesterday and we went to an English pub to watch the football match between England and Sweden where Ben bravely yet quietly claimed that he supported Sweden in the middle of the English crowd! :p We then went to play snooker and poor Ben Ben must have felt bored, "jealous" and "disappointed" so he decided to leave... hahaha ;p n e way, Ben, we hope you enjoyed your time huh? although I'm not a born entertainer and I'm petite. :p &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few snaps I took in Singapore...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jojose.com/see/photos/sing_snaps/estate.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what it looks like from the window. Very different from that in London huh? So much more crowded over here!br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jojose.com/see/photos/sing_snaps/fan.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I am in front of everyday and that I cannot live without.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jojose.com/see/photos/sing_snaps/bus.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our way of transport apart from taxis. I like how the buses in Singapore are so long and that it bends in the middle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jojose.com/see/photos/sing_snaps/prata.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm... Nice food, hot weather... this is Singapore!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jojose.com/see/photos/sing_snaps/siuyeah.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chuah Brothers getting more food just after dinner! Food is never too much eh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jojose.com/see/photos/sing_snaps/bars.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street we've been to quite a few times now... can you tell where this is? Drink, piss, puke, sleep... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jojose.com/see/photos/sing_snaps/drinking.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Singapore, Jose and Jo! haha :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-77279666?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/77279666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/77279666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77279666' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-77217434</id><published>2002-06-01T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-06-01T12:40:02.980Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! Thanks everyone for the welcome messages! *blushes* I AM IN SINGAPORE NOW!! Actually, I've been here for a week and have failed to meet up with any of you nice blogmates! :p As You've all said, Singapore is boiling! I feel like a roasting chicken in the oven everyday as there's no such thing as air-con at where I'm currently staying. arghhh...BF showed me a bit around the shopping spots e.g. orchard road, but most of the shops/brands I saw were available either in London or HK haha... and my wallet was and is kind of empty so I guess I'm not in a hurry to get new clothes. Those of you fashionable chicks who know the whereabouts of cheap, local, funky clothes, please let me know!? :) Any suggestions as to where I can visit apart from the Bird's Park and Sentosa?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I can't stand most is the fact that all nice food is sold and eaten outdoor!! MAN~ the food is damn nice and cheap but OUTDOOR when it's 30+ DEGREES CELSIUS is, undeniably, a bit of a torture. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation as to why I haven't blogged in ages: I've been busy staying right in front of the fan doing nothing but trying to cool down in vain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the photologs, I'm afraid you just have to wait since the internet is not quite assessible here.... mmm.... :p Hope I will meet up with some of you before I leave this hot and humid place! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-77217434?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/77217434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/77217434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77217434' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-76907547</id><published>2002-05-24T02:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-24T02:41:28.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanx everyone who lent me a bit of luck on my last day of exam! I can't say I did well cuz it was, ONCE AGAIN, a horrible paper and I only managed to answer 1.5 out of 3 questions... arghhh... without your luck it might have been worse. *sighz and shakes head*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weired. I thought I'd be happy for the end of the torturing exam period and for the freedom, but now that I am 'totally free' it doesn't feel as though I am any happier or more excited than I was a couple of weeks back. anyway... YEAH! EXAM'S OVER! I'M SOOOO HYPER! errrrr...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the 20th, I've been doing nothing more exciting than playing this pc game of Jose's with him and we managed to finish the RPG game within 2 days. Of course we also did a bit of packing, tidying up and settling the mountain of bills. It's funny how I could spend the past few days on this game without getting bored and I can even remember every detail of its storyline, what herbs to use to make up certain medicine for the character to cure his whatever-poison, where to find certain treasures, which are the best combat skills to learn...etc. I wonder if all the knowledge we need to know from college is put into a game then I'd be more motivated to revise and learn more. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be in Singapore in 3 days time! Those of you who are in Singapore please give me a warm welcome by applauding as loud as you can. Thank you thank you! *nod nod*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gathered some digi snaps of Jose and I celebrating his birthday on the 19th May (yes! it's US again and it's DIGI CAM PICS again!) hehe... So &lt;i&gt;photolog no. 2&lt;/i&gt; is on its way. Stay tuned! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-76907547?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/76907547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/76907547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76907547' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-76735619</id><published>2002-05-19T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-19T23:10:31.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people! I'm having my last exam this afternoon! I'm going through some mixed feelings now... can't wait, but need more time to revise. Excited but nervous and worried. Looking forward to this afternoon yet not looking forward to the exam... arghhh... I'm about to break down!! Please give me all your luck if you read this before my exam! A stupid, lazy tart like me really needs it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me to WISH &lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/layout2/jose/journal.html" title="his journal"&gt;JOSE&lt;/a&gt; THE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY yesterday! He's 22 and SHOULD BE a big boy now! *muacks, baby* ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves having french-kissed with a girl friend doesn't mean I am gay! *relieved* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/amayaquiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/30percentfem.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;How Gay Are YOU?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark" target="_blank"&gt;[?]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-76735619?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/76735619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/76735619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76735619' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-76608307</id><published>2002-05-16T05:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-16T05:43:45.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After much anticipation, our first photolog is up! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/layout2/senses/see.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jojose.com/see/photos/150502/self.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-76608307?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/76608307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/76608307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76608307' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-76535425</id><published>2002-05-14T14:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-14T17:26:12.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo~ I know I shouldn' really be here but I'm just getting too excited about my new toy! lol Have a quick look at the column on your left where it says 'wish list'... see what's been crossed out? Yes! I ordered the camera online and just received it today. A few test photos have already been taken but there's another exam tomorrow so the installation of software will happen a bit later in the month and YOU, with great desires to view the pics, will have to wait! &lt;a href="http://www.canon.co.uk/cgi-bin/parser.pl?page=products&amp;product=685&amp;prodtype=4&amp;subprodtype=13&amp;range=" target="_blank"&gt;This little IXUS baby&lt;/a&gt; will kick you guys' digi cams' asses big time! muhahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-76535425?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/76535425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/76535425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76535425' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-76319814</id><published>2002-05-08T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-08T22:50:45.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok ok! I know I haven't blogged in ages but like everyone else I've been busy with last minute revision. Thanks to all those who actually cared for my disappearance. :) Life is getting tough and it's not only because of exams but also of the huge arguments that couples have once in a while. I've heard that arguing makes a relationship stronger, but it seems to be doing the opposite to mine. I never believe in chinese fortune tellings but my friend just told me that 2002 is a bad year for us, 'Roosters'... maybe that can explain everything I'm going through now. Finding stupid excuses to disguise the underlying problems in a relationship is good and the act is commonly known as self-deception.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 4th exam today so there are two more to go before I can burn my books and readings. Examinations are stupid. All the papers for my course are essay-based which means we get to choose 3 out of 9 essay questions to do in 2 hours. When you haven't got much time left for revision, you study for 3 essay questions, then if those you've spent time on didn't turn up on the paper, tough. Taking the exams made me realise how LITTLE I've learnt from the course. All I know is the 3 essay questions of each course unit and this tiny bit of knowledge of psychology disappears with the completion of each exam. What's the point of my studies? Is it not to gain knowledge but for the sake of a piece of paper which indicates that I have a degree? College seems to have killed all my brain cells instead of filling them with juicy knowledge. But then again, this is life - in order to survive, you play with the rules and do whatever the society feels appropriate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/radioheadchick/quizzes/shirley.gif" width="250"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/radioheadchick/quizzes/rockchick.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Which Rock Chick Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-76319814?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/76319814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/76319814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76319814' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75726798</id><published>2002-04-23T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-23T13:52:37.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come to realise how lazy I've become all these times. I don't even want to think. My brain seems to have rotten and it's not functioning properly. I just sat still staring into space for half an hour thinking what the hell the reading's talking about and trying hard to understand + absorb it's contents. The fact that I hate writing up and thinking certainly does not help during exam period.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I managed to pull myself out of the endless thoughts, it was already 8pm. The sun was still there and it's not even dawn. The sun doesn't seem to go and it makes me lose track of time when it's supposed to disappear and remind me that it's already very late and I haven't got much time left! I'm starting to regret not starting revision earlier, not like I haven't been in this situation before.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain hurts... but I guess that's good as it signifies some, if not much, progress. Bless all those who are in the same situation as me and GOOD LUCK.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this test from &lt;a href="http://www.buayaism.com/weblog/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.extricate.nu/drift/quiz/pet.html target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.extricate.nu/drift/quiz/cat.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.extricate.nu/drift/quiz/pet.html target=_blank&gt;what kinda pet are you?&lt;/a&gt; quiz made by &lt;a href=http://www.extricate.nu/drift target=_blank&gt;muna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75726798?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75726798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75726798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75726798' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75615532</id><published>2002-04-20T09:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-20T15:35:26.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't haunt me frigging BLOGGER! How dare you!?! I'm revising! I'm hidden under my books... you can't see me! you can't see me! Leave me alone, evil invention... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is empty, and I'm saving some braincells for the everlasting revision. Don't leave a message if you find this rubbish. Do leave a message if you find this rubbish but you can still be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;or click on this ==&gt; &lt;A HREF="http://www.topsitelists.com/topsites.cgi?ID=468&amp;user=cell0rama&amp;area=bestsites" TARGET="_blank" TITLE="VOTE FOR US at Spark's Top 20!"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.viuly.net/spark/top20.gif" BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; to vote for our site. Thaaanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://partly-cloudy.org/mrs/" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://partly-cloudy.org/mrs/diamonds.png" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://partly-cloudy.org/mrs/" target="new"&gt;Find out which Moulin Rouge song you are.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/layout2/senses/see.html"&gt;see my old photos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75615532?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75615532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75615532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75615532' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75579497</id><published>2002-04-19T09:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-19T10:59:11.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;MONEY, MONEY, MONEY...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I just read the news that a 28 year old girl has won the second biggest lottery in US! The US lottery hadn't been won for quite a few weeks and it accumulated to a total of 59 million pounds!! Apparently that was the first lottery ticket ever she bought... some people is just so lucky! This girl gave a speech to the public talking about how she felt, how she's going to use the money, etc... Imagine I have that much money... I will give my family some, then I'll burn all my books (fxxk exams!), buy a new house, a new car, go crazy shopping, take a tour around the world, open a coffee shop, start a business... laze around all day, do whatever I want to that I couldn't do before cuz i was skint, people would stop looking at me like I'm still a kid when I enter Gucci, they'll all serve me like a dog ahohaohaa... ok ok I'll stop dreaming now. hoahohaa The news also reported that there are quite a huge amount of lottery price money unclaimed... I wonder why... have they lost their tickets? are they crazy? have they been adopted by aliens and disappeared? Maybe I should start buying lottery tickets now and make it a habit, at least it gives me a bit of hope every now and then in life and who knows, maybe I'll win JUST a several hundred million dollars with my first ticket...*and so I dream on*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday Fives&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite TV show and why? &lt;br /&gt;"Who wants to be a millionaire", because I want to be one and I have the potential to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is your favorite television star? &lt;br /&gt;Chris Tyrant - millionaire show host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite TV show as a child? &lt;br /&gt;The National Lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What show do you think should have been cancelled by now? &lt;br /&gt;anything that do not involve cash prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What new show do you hope escapes the axe this season? &lt;br /&gt;all shows that give away cash prizes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://fallingashes.net/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fallingashes.net/quiz_3.html"&gt;Which movie heroine are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;why would I want to electrocute toads anyway... *scratches head*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any comments on the new background? A change for good or a change for bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75579497?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75579497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75579497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75579497' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75522070</id><published>2002-04-17T22:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-17T23:14:55.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;To my parents, my brother and my family&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about love on &lt;a href="http://torx.sphire.net/" target="_blank" title="sphire"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt; suddenly reminded me of my parents. Ever since I came to study in UK 7 years ago, I've seldom talked to them. At first, we talked on the phone once a week, then it was once every other week, then once every month... and now, once everytime I need something e.g. money. I do feel guilty sometimes about me not showing my care enough. Something went wrong between my parents several months back which I only found out during term break back in HK. Mum wasn't happy... maybe she still isn't... I don't even know and I probably don't want to know. That holiday in HK was mind-straining. Mum was constantly upset and complaining to me. I was willing to listen at first and talked to her about things that upset her wanting to help and look for solutions to problems. Now I've sort of given up talking to her as she's not a very good listener at all. She doesn't listen, she doesn't take in, she doesn't accept, she's too stubborn. As her daughter, I'm no better. I know it's wrong to give up on your mother, but there was simply too much for me to take.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely hug or kiss my parents and I find it strange when others do. The last hug with my dad was about 3 years ago. I went out with my bf till very late one night. When I entered the house, dad was sitting in the living room waiting for me. Once I stepped in, he started questioning me about who I'd been with, where I had been and what I'd done. I told him the truth thinking that'd be the best thing to do and hoping he'd understand. Dad got furious upon knowing I had a bf and started telling me off as I shouted back. Things got worse and worse, the whole family woke up and I cried non-stop for like 2 hours. Seeing me crying like that must have given my dad a heart ache. He stopped shouting all of a sudden. &lt;i&gt;"It hurts to see you like that. Daddy loves you."&lt;/i&gt;, he said as he stroked my head and hugged me! He actually HUGGED me for the first time in about 10 years! I was so touched I laid my head on his shoulder, crying even louder. It's like I was a 4 yr old child again, crying in his arms. That's when I was 17 and I'd never felt so loved.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for mum, the only physical contact with her that I can recall happened at around X'mas. I wasn't actually hugging her. I was trying to hold her to calm her down over an argument. I used to blame my mum for getting me cheap clothes when I was younger. I would give her the disgusted look and moan till she got something more expensive for me to wear. Now, I look everywhere for cheap clothes. She still buys me clothes every now and then and send them over to me. She's one sweet person when she's not thinking too much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate love between lovers or couples maybe addictive and sweet, but there's no love greater than that between the parents and their child. I still do not believe in unconditional love between couples but I know the love between my parents and me is unconditional. My parents are the only ones I can rely on forever, whenever it is, wherever I am. I wish I have the guts to cuddle and kiss them. I wish I have the guts to show them I care. I wish I've the guts to tell them, "I love you..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75522070?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75522070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75522070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75522070' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75463238</id><published>2002-04-16T13:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-16T13:52:10.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look what I've got online shopping at &lt;a href="http://www.topshop.co.uk" target="_blank"&gt;Topshop&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/layout2/jo/journal/newclothes.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free hosts are crap! &lt;a href="http://www.tripod.com" target="_blank" title="the serial killer!"&gt;Tripod&lt;/a&gt; strangled poor &lt;a href="http://www.jojose.com" target="_blank" title="poor thing!"&gt;jojose.com&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and our site died for 2 bloody hours before it started breathing again (diagnosis: exceeding bandwidth). &lt;a href="http://www.buayaism.com/weblog/index.html" target="_blank" title="buaya"&gt;Ben&lt;/a&gt; suggested a solution to prevent our site from further suffering - so I've placed an order at &lt;a href="http://www.differenthost.com" target="_blank" title="the savior!"&gt;differenthost.com&lt;/a&gt; and hopefully we will be able to move to the new host soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pixelstars.net/you/quiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pixelstars.net/you/chjoey.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take the test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this clique ==&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pink-shoes.nu/fuck/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/img/links/fuckblogs.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; explains exactly what I meant yesterday. Glad to know there're at least 40 people who feel the same as I do. What am I doing here? *back to revision*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75463238?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75463238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75463238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75463238' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75417810</id><published>2002-04-15T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-15T11:17:55.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey fatass! Yes you. Have you noticed that you've put on a lil extra blubber since you've been spending more and more time online? That gym pass of yours is collecting dust as the spaces between the keys on your keyboard become jammed with all kinds of bodily fluids and stale ... ADMIT IT! What can we do about this? STOP BLOGGING! How?&lt;br /&gt;1) Ignore your blog mates.&lt;br /&gt;2) Get yourself occupied with something else.&lt;br /&gt;3) Infect your computer with a serious virus.&lt;br /&gt;4) Hide the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;5) Tell yourself blogging is not all you can do.&lt;br /&gt;6) Delete your entire webpage.&lt;br /&gt;Anymore suggestions?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever played with he-man action figures you gotta watch &lt;a href="http://www.multi.fi/~pleppo/SA/SAG.htm" target="_blank" title="Heeeeeeman~~"&gt;these movies&lt;/a&gt;! It was like I was a little kid again, forced by my brother, playing under the table and yelling "BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL!!!" *sigh* Those were the days... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A test a day keeps me happy all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0 width=250&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://blog.ravenblack.net/quiz/flavour.pl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;IMG BORDER=0 ALIGN="LEFT" WIDTH=100 HEIGHT=100 SRC="http://blog.ravenblack.net/quiz/flavour/19.png" ALT="What Flavour Are You? I taste like Peanut Butter." /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign=top&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://blog.ravenblack.net/quiz/flavour.pl" target="_blank"&gt;What Flavour Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taste like &lt;B&gt;Peanut Butter&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I'm not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75417810?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75417810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75417810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75417810' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75388634</id><published>2002-04-14T14:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-14T14:54:20.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/layout2/jose/journal.html"&gt;G O&lt;/a&gt; people! I've just managed to force Jose to update &lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/layout2/jose/journal.html"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;! Go and see what "interesting" things he's got to say! muahhahaha I am such a good gf! hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75388634?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75388634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75388634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75388634' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75385223</id><published>2002-04-14T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-14T11:04:16.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got the news from a friend that Faye Wong broke up with that jerk Nicholas Tse! Please applaud~~ Poor Faye... meeting the wrong guys all along and she's never one of those act-cute or try-to-be-someone-else sluts in the entertainment world. She seems to fall so deeply in love and it turns out to be the wrong guy everytime... The more serious you become, the deeper it hurts... just like me! Sounds like I'm trying to associate myself with my idol by imaginatively creating some "similarities" between her and I hahha... Anyway, not many people thought they would last right from the beginning, they are simply not compatible. In the sense that Faye has gone through a lot more, she is 10 years older, plus, the fact that Nicholas can almost be her son (i.e. he still wants to go out and have fun and woo gals whenever he can like every other 20 yr old straight male). I conclude that the views on relationships of guys between 16 and 25 do not differ. Agree agree?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://evon.sganime.org/" target="_blank" title="evon's blog"&gt;someone's blog&lt;/a&gt; today talking about ex-crushes. I agree with &lt;a href="http://evon.sganime.org/" target="_blank" title="evon"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; that, to a certain degree, I want to see them again to impress them but very strangely, sometimes when I think about my ex's, I feel disgusted! Disgusted by the things that I did for them and THEM! hahaha... maybe that's cuz I'm weired.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a nice sunny sunday, I'm going to stay home till night time to "revise"... how nice~~~ mmm... *choke*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75385223?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75385223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75385223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75385223' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75354882</id><published>2002-04-13T07:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-13T12:57:34.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" width="250" height="150" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="5" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC" width="250" height="150"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" width="10" height="10"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#336666" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#339999" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#00CCCC" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#00FFFF" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="4" COLOR="#339999"&gt;&lt;B&gt;AQUA&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="1" COLOR="#000000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You enjoy life, humor, and being exuberant. Wherever you go you usually find yourself stealing the spotlight without even trying. You love to let go and have fun.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.stvlive.com/oddities/quizme/color/" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Find out your color at Stvlive.com!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and visit this chap's page ==&gt; &lt;a href="http://designcheck.net/" target="_blank" title="weed"&gt;H&amp;nbsp; E&amp;nbsp; R&amp;nbsp; E&lt;/a&gt;! It's really cool flash stuff! The webmaster is really nice and cute...hehehe... You can talk to him and see his face on the webcam in his chatroom when he is online! GO GO GO!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing like 5 Japanese shows in a row, Jose and I have adopted the Japanese style of eating. We bought some eel the other day, had it grilled and served with rice. I think they call it 'unaga'. *droolz* I am so lazy these days, apart from cooking, eating, watching tv, it's sleeping, can't even be bothered to walk down the street to get some snacks at the newsagent... so what do we do? I drive. Without a licence. Without an insurance. Without road tax. With the skills I got from 16 hours' of driving lessons. Sometimes I wonder what people on the road think of my driving. I panic most of the times when they look in my direction remembering last time when I forgot to turn on the headlights at night, wiping the windscreen and  wondering why I could see nothing. Thinking about it scares me but not enough to stop me from driving! hahaha... Anyway, we only drive short distances not more than 1000 metres. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no it's already 13th April! 16 more days till exams... I'm dead meat! 5 subjects... that means I should write at least an essay a day from now on, plus a lab report due just before the exams. I'm starting to feel the stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75354882?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75354882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75354882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75354882' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75308347</id><published>2002-04-12T02:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-12T07:23:25.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Getting to know yourself better&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting to know myself better by doing these tests... or am I really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! and I am an anti-britney... so does it mean I hate myself?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet/britney.jpg" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet/popquiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Kind of Pop Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;  Quiz by &lt;a href="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet" target="new"&gt;Jonah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re Britney Spears!  Face it, ya got it made.  You’re sexy and popular, and have tons of people craving to be you.  Sure, you’ve got some enemies out there, but you’ve also got a lot of people wishing they were with you.  You’re the kind of person who knows you’re hot, and you’re not afraid to go all out to prove it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt; are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you. &lt;br /&gt;The type of girl/boyfriend you are looking for.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt; are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. &lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt; are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt; are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Education&lt;/u&gt; is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;br /&gt;The right job for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're&lt;/u&gt; a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important; find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;br /&gt;How do you view success?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt; are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Do not give up when you have not even started yet! Be courageous! &lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt; are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt; are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the test ==&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.htm" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75308347?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75308347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75308347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75308347' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75277056</id><published>2002-04-11T06:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-11T07:55:03.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.hws.edu/colleenlogan/children.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://people.hws.edu/colleenlogan/littleprince.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.hws.edu/colleenlogan/children.html" target="_blank"&gt;which children's storybook character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/fauxarbres"&gt;colleen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeks! I've finally got my fake nails on as inspired by &lt;a href="http://divinefang.freehomepages.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ayumi Hamasaki&lt;/a&gt;. They look... err... feminine. Now I can't cook (grease gets stuck between the fake nails and my natural nails *gulp*), I can't tear things open like I usually do, I can't even type properly &lt;== Good excuse for me to leave the blog behind and start revising! Now I understand why only wealthy people have fake nails - THEY DON'T EVEN NEED TO USE THEIR HANDS. I think I won't be updating as often cuz tell you what, my major exams start on 29th april and I haven't even touched my books. So if you see me updating this, get mad at me! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75277056?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75277056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75277056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75277056' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75220394</id><published>2002-04-09T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-09T23:04:12.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww... I'm knackered! Took the bus all the way to Oxford Street today. Since I woke up at 2am this morning and haven't gone back to bed afterwards, I already felt a little tired when we were on the bus. Time flew! After a wander in each shop and a glance at the latest trends, it's already 6pm. Jose wanted to get this Prada jacket but there wasn't his size at Selfridges so we had to rush to Harrods before it closed at 7pm. As it always happens, they didn't have his size at Harrods neither. Well at least the shop wasn't closed when we got there and at least we tried. Jose always says he has no money, now I know why... actually I've known where his money's gone to right from the beginning. sighzz... I still don't understand why the designer label thing is so important. Jose said he'd rather have only a few clothes but all designer-labelled than to have loads of no-brands. I am the complete opposite. Anything I will wear and buy as long as it looks good. "Designer-labelled-style clothes" are everywhere on the high street, why waste that amount of money for the little tag which says : PRADA? He said each new item is an addition to his designer-labelled-clothes-collection. Whatever... maybe one day when I am rich I will think differently, who knows?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip back home was a torture. Thought we'd be different and took the bus without knowing that the bus stop is like half an hour's walk from China Town. I've always hated walking. We board the bus and both fell asleep straight away. When we woke up, we have missed our stop and didn't even know where we were! Got off the bus in the middle of a motorway, feeling knackered and cold, we panicked. Tried to call a mini cab without knowing where we were didn't help. The cab agent asked us to CALL BACK WHEN WE KNOW WHERE WE WERE. errr... so we walked and walked till we found the right bus stop to take the same bus in the opposite direction back home. Then of course there's another long walk from where we were dropped off to home. My feet hurt and we couldn't even talk but walk, walk, walk, walk, walk...disastrous!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I bought today:&lt;br /&gt;a black vest&lt;br /&gt;a pair of sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;a levi's denim bag&lt;br /&gt;a pair of denim skirt like knee length shorts&lt;br /&gt;a set of fake nails (yes! FAKE NAILS! don't give me that disgusted look they aren't really that bad)&lt;br /&gt;a pair of nail scissors&lt;br /&gt;a Maybelline mascara (apparently a lot of models and make-up artists use it), AND, of course&lt;br /&gt;2 colourful bras&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hoping to buy more cute tops or dresses but most things I saw was kinda like those cheap market no style whatsoever clothes. So... I think I should have a good night sleep now. It's 11pm and finally I can fix my time disorder. Nitie nite! ~_~ zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75220394?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75220394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75220394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75220394' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75195149</id><published>2002-04-09T06:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-09T06:09:56.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm waiting in anticipation for the long awaited shopping trip! Yup! it's the first time we get outdoor after staying home every second for the past week. Talking about couch potatoes eh!?! I hope it's going to be fun... I hope the weather is going to be fine... I hope I will buy loads of pretty summer clothes... It's 7am now. I've started waiting since 3am this morning. Four more hours to go... argh I CAN'T WAIT! *trying hard not to think about revision*&lt;br /&gt;Just another new button :) ==&gt; &lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/layout2/site/links.html" title="our links page"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/img/banner7.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75195149?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75195149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75195149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75195149' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75127067</id><published>2002-04-07T07:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-07T07:41:18.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nokia.com/phones/7210/index.html" title="7210" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mystic-melody.net/miz_gigi/7210.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOAR! She is gorgeous! I want to change my mobile phone again! Damn! Only if  I have more money... What is "being materialistic"? Honestly, would anyone not want to have more money and buy what they want if they can? I believe everyone is materialistic to a certain degree. With money, you can do a lot of things if not everything. Ever dreamt of being a pop-star? The only reason I've wanted to be one is that they all seem to make easy money. Most of them just dance around, "sing" (in quotation marks cuz I find a lot of "singers" can't actually sing) a few songs, have a few photographs taken and the number of digits of savings in their bank account just grow like a virus - doubling and doubling in a blink. It's so unfair! If only I have the pretty face, or the amazing figure, or the luck.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much to write about these days UNLESS someone wants to know when I eat, when I online, when I sleep and when I poo. Why's my life so dull?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://californiainc.tripod.com/fun/tests/color/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.psend.com/users/california/images/pink.jpg" width="202" height="102"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I am a cute and adorable bitch eh Sherry? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75127067?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75127067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75127067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75127067' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75094048</id><published>2002-04-06T02:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-06T02:34:19.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have got the first ever response to my blog page from this kind person today!! I am simply chuffed! It's strange how little things like a message can make someone's day. :) At least now I know I am not making up something for nothing. Thanx! Just to clarify yesterday's blog so people wouldn't be worried, my boy DID NOT beat me up... well he just "fought back" to defend himself... since I was the one who actually started the fight. Aggressive gal eh? Anyway, we are back to 'normal' now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about relationships, I think I am a coward sometimes. I don't have the courage to let go and will never do. Seems like I would never dump someone before they dump me. The reason being is that I am scared... scared that the person I'm going out with at the moment is the best AND if I let go, I'd regret. For this reason, I really admire people who manage to start and stop whenever they want. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online shopping is a sin! It forces me to spend money when I have decided to stay home and save some. A lot of high street clothes shops (ooo... yeah) have the service nowadays. How worse can it get when you can just sit back, look at a huge range of products, click a few buttons, and get what you want delivered to you the next day? Internet encourages the growth of the population of couch potatoes and increases the frequency of them being skint. SIN! Can someone tell me how to stop shopping like everything is free?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made another button for my friend since the arrival of Photoshop 6.0. ==&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/elit_doraemon/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/img/links/yuyu.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being shameless as usual, I have to say I am pretty proud of my first buttons hahaha... I hope she likes it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75094048?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75094048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75094048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75094048' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-75063516</id><published>2002-04-05T06:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-05T10:06:54.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So crap! never get any visitors and no one ever message me on my homepage or sign my guestbook. CRAP! Contrary to what I said earlier, a blog / building a homepage is not that addictive afterall when you have no visitors. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a huge physical fight with him again... now feeling shit and annoyed. Why are all guys generally the same? so inconsiderate and not bothered after they've gone out with a gal for some time. I am just totally disappointed with men or maybe I should say the relationships with men. Does it mean he isn't the right person? Or is it just another stupid fight that every couple has? I always tend to believe in the latter. Anyhow, I've learned that what you give is never what you'd get back and I might as well not bother with anything. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.sugary-sweet.com/collective" target="_blank" title="sugary sweet"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;, it's cute with loads of resources! And I made a cute button! :) ==&gt; &lt;img src="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/img/banner3.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my words for men today: "I HATE YOU!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-75063516?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75063516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/75063516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75063516' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-11391488</id><published>2002-04-02T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-02T23:16:50.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a blog definitely made me think more about everything... even the "normal-est" things I do. I just realised that I have a morning routine which is to wake up at about 12pm, go on the net for an hour or so, then curl under the duvet in Jose's arms again and sleep till the evening. This is how I have spent almost everyday of my easter break so far. Sometimes when I feel guilty about haven't started revision, I just force myself to concentrate on what I am doing at that moment (e.g. chatting online, watching tv, sleeping even) so that I'd leave the thoughts at the back of my head. Really don't understand where and when I can get that motivation to start preparing for that horrible horrible annoying end of year exam. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I'm occupied with anything that does not involve going out and revision. I dug out this half knitted "supposed-to-be-tube-top" under stacks of untidy garbage in the living room. I'm starting to knit again like good old granny. Not surprisingly, being someone like me who has an interest for everything would spare you no time to keep an interest long. The only thing that I've ever finished knitting was a scarf which I had to finish for my home ec. class in primary school. Digging through more of my garbage, you'd probably find a handful of unfinished bits and pieces that I started knitting and never got finished with. The worst that I can remember was a baby blue scarf that I started knitting for my brother when he first came to UK to study which must be about 10 years ago. Unfortunately it's still not even halfway done and I can't see when my brother will get a chance to wear it now that he's back to the heaty Hong Kong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really need to pull myself together, start sorting my time out and start revising. When would that be? mmm... we'll see. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-11391488?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/11391488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/11391488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11391488' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-11355198</id><published>2002-04-01T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-02T00:26:20.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh! I can't believe it! I've signed up for like 20 cliques today and probably a hundred by the time YOU are reading this. The whole clique thing idea is so cool, I'm completely addicted! Or maybe I'm more addicted to the super cute clique buttons than the actual idea... Do check out our &lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/layout2/site/links.html" target="_blank"&gt;links page&lt;/a&gt; for those cute buttons! I literally spent the whole evening submitting and putting the codes up onto our page! Damn! I must be crazy! THIS ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.loverevolution.net/clique/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.tripod.com/jojose5/img/links/loverevolution.gif" border=0 alt="love revolution"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the one I like best! It's like a comic version of Jose and me! haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose and I took the cab to Oriental City in Colindale today for some fooood. Don't you think the stuff they sell at supermarkets always seem so cheap but they really aren't? Instant noodles, 50p per packet, let's have a few... Sweets, cute packaging, £1.00 per tube, let's have a couple... Pancake mix, haven't tried that before, £2.50, let's try it... chinese veg, something we have to buy, £1.75 per pack, we need a variety, let's pick a few... "beep...beep...beep..."... "SEVENTY SEVEN POUNDS AND FIFTY PENCE, please!" Oh! *surprised* What did we buy???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-11355198?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/11355198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/11355198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11355198' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-11330900</id><published>2002-04-01T04:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-01T06:49:23.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was just updating the index page to let everyone have a glance at the new layout. Finally found our site's link on some clique sites! yey~ wahahaha thanx to all those kind clique mistresses! The new layout has not been uploaded to the domain name yet. I guess that'll happen when it's all done. Anyhow, I AM HAPPY! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... my puuurfect sex position...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=Knowyouthree" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://album.atomic-systems.com/showPic.php/24934/spooning.jpg" border="0" width=280&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=Knowyouthree" target="_top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Sex Position Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; test by &lt;a href="http://www.leyleysmiles.deardiary.net"&gt;Ley Ley &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-11330900?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/11330900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/11330900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11330900' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-11278759</id><published>2002-03-30T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-03-31T04:07:31.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out to have dim sum with my childhood friend Michelle yesterday. We haven't met up since the snooker session at the end of X'mas holiday. It was 2am in Hong Kong when we decided to hit the street for a crazy snooker game all the way from Kowloon, across the Victoria Harbour, on the Hong Kong Island. To my surprise, Michelle agreed to sneak out while her parents were asleep but telling me later that she's slammed the frigging door real hard before she left. We played from 2am till 6am in the morning, mind you, Jose and I had to fly back to London on the same morning at 12pm. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People (mostly friends) have been calling me "&lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;" since I was able to talk and run. They refer to things that I do, say, imagine as "&lt;i&gt;simply crazy&lt;/i&gt;". I was never offended by that phrase though, to us &lt;b&gt;then&lt;/b&gt;, "crazy" and "cool" sort of equated... So Michelle and I just could not stop talking about the past. The crazy things that we'd do, the crazy things that we'd say, the crazy games that we'd invent, the silly (and sometimes mean) jokes that we'd make, and the low degree bullying that I sometimes led. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being crazy, in my dictionary, means doing what I want to do no matter what. Do we grow up to stop being crazy and think of the consequences more before we carry out an action? Is that all growing up is about? Does being mature mean being responsible, in other words, to think and worry more of what we do and to control our desires and feelings?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all on this Holy day. Today is the day that our savior Jesus Christ was crucified so that we may all be forgiven for our sins. And on the same day, some thousands of years later, the Queen Mother of England passed away in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-11278759?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/11278759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/11278759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11278759' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417288.post-11232278</id><published>2002-03-29T02:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-03-30T16:06:49.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just found out about this blog service at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com" title="blogger" target="newnew"&gt;www.blogger.com&lt;/a&gt;, and after reading some inspiring blog pages, I've decided to set up my own. Hopefully I'll be able to put up interesting things for people to read. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been able to appreciate the beauty of nature in a city? Yesterday was unbelievably bright and cloudless here in London. It was like goodbye weather of hell, hello sunshine! As I looked out the window to check my baby MR2 as usual to make sure those bastards haven't been trying to vandalise my car again, I saw this dog-like creature wandering nearby. Out of curiosity, I put on my specs and had a look. It was actually a fox! After inpecting the area, the cool creature laid flat on the grass, relaxing and sunbathing. While I admire its beauty, a black cat came close to the fox, kneeling down, preying for something I couldn't see. As the two animals acknowledged each other's existence, they stared in doubt. For a split second, I could imagine the fox running over to the cat and biting its neck. TO MY SURPRISE, nothing happened, the fox just dozed off while the cat continued catching the butterfly. Further away on a tree, I saw a nest and some birds flying round and round. The scene just made me feel like I was out of the city in a forrest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I was never bothered to look out of the window or open it even, cuz obviously there's no point! All I would expect to see and hear would be the traffic. Slowing down and taking time to look close at the surroundings I was able to see what I least expected to see. Isn't life just the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417288-11232278?l=sexy-babe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/11232278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417288/posts/default/11232278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexy-babe.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11232278' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01048621788832189662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
