<?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-11417272</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:32:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read My Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>An Ordinary Gal Who Loves Snoopy, Reading and Daydreaming</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</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>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-4747192880990633271</id><published>2009-12-05T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:04:22.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burden by Agatha Christie as Mary Westmacott</title><content type='html'>Laura Franklin is the second child in the family. Being plain and quiet, she is very much ignored by her family. When her older brother, Charles, passes away, she is happy for the first time of her life. Finally, her parents will focus on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to her, a new baby is arriving soon and she detests the new addition to the family and wishes baby Shirley dead. But on one night, she saves her baby sister and vows to protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shirley grows up and desires freedom and romance, Laura must learn that love is not a one-sided affair and she should not interfere with her life. What happens when love becomes an obsession…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-4747192880990633271?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4747192880990633271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=4747192880990633271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/4747192880990633271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/4747192880990633271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2009/12/burden-by-agatha-christie-as-mary.html' title='The Burden by Agatha Christie as Mary Westmacott'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-1097692246338258074</id><published>2009-12-05T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:03:30.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant’s Bread by Agatha Christie as Mary Westmacott</title><content type='html'>Vernon Deyre is a queer kid, safely sheltered under the care of his parents. Being under a protective shield, he is not prepared for the harsh moments of his adult life. Watch as he struggles with his life, his mother and the two women in his life. Is he the genius he thinks he is? Or is he just a young man with wild ambitions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-1097692246338258074?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1097692246338258074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=1097692246338258074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1097692246338258074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1097692246338258074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2009/12/giants-bread-by-agatha-christie-as-mary.html' title='Giant’s Bread by Agatha Christie as Mary Westmacott'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-5328761524258113822</id><published>2009-12-05T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:00:50.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absent in Spring by Agatha Christie as Mary Westmacott</title><content type='html'>Returning from a visit to her daughter in Iraq, Joan Scudamore finds herself stranded in an isolated rest house alone due to the flood of the railway tracks. She is suddenly compelled to access her life for the first time and faces many of the truths about herself she never knew. She is going bonkers over her own thoughts and pondered a lot about her behaviour and how little she knew about her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she still the perfect woman she thinks she is? Are the crimes of the heart as fatal as real crimes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-5328761524258113822?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5328761524258113822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=5328761524258113822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/5328761524258113822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/5328761524258113822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2009/12/absent-in-spring-by-agatha-christie-as.html' title='Absent in Spring by Agatha Christie as Mary Westmacott'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-3745443227711740683</id><published>2009-10-17T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:40:54.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Removing Tonsils Days 1 to 3 (dated 9 October 2009)</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, I went to the hospital with a sick feeling in my stomach. No, there is nothing wrong with my stomach. I was there to remove my tonsils. Ha, I knew you think that it's nothing. But it was something big for me, I had never been through an operation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operation came and went like the wind. I was given an anesthetics jab and passed out within 5 seconds. When I woke up, I had a sore feeling. Moving my mouth slowly, I could feel pain. I had no desire to eat or drink anything till evening. It was so painful to eat or drink anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically sleeping all the time in the hospital as I was exhausted. I was glad to go home yesterday at noon. It was boring. I tried to talk but I could not speak clearly and no one can understand me. As for the medicine, yucks! I had to pound the medicine into powder and mix with water. What a horrible taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I can speak more clearly and it is easier for me to eat my porridge. The pain is more bearable today and I can finally swallow the tablet medicine bit by bit. That is better than liquid medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can speak when I see my surgery doctor on Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-3745443227711740683?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3745443227711740683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=3745443227711740683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/3745443227711740683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/3745443227711740683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2009/10/removing-tonsils-days-1-to-3-dated-9.html' title='Removing Tonsils Days 1 to 3 (dated 9 October 2009)'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-487750124690333907</id><published>2009-10-17T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:40:03.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Night</title><content type='html'>Michael Rogers (Mike) is a penniless and poor man, without a steady job. He desires to own a house and live in it with his future wife. Then, he goes to Gypsy’s Acre and an old gypsy advises him to stay away from this place. There, he meets his true love at first sight, the beautiful heiress, Ellie. His dreams finally came true when he moved in to his new house at Gypsy’s Acre with his beautiful Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is not as peaceful as the couple expected. Relatives of Ellie are buying houses in the country and visiting them frequently and Ellie’s servant, Greta has been staying with the couple and is a thorn in Mike’s flesh. Meanwhile, the couple still ignores the old gypsy’s warning. Evil lurks in Gypsy’s Acre as fatal “accidents” happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another remarkable crafting of the plot, making the readers look surprised and to ponder over the words, “In my end is the beginning”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-487750124690333907?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/487750124690333907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=487750124690333907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/487750124690333907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/487750124690333907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2009/10/endless-night.html' title='Endless Night'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-5767155454193770978</id><published>2009-09-22T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:54:01.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal Intent by Wong Kim Hoh</title><content type='html'>Criminal Intent is a collection of interviews with 12 offenders serving time in prison. It covers various type of crimes, i.e. cheating, theft, molest, rape and abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the offenders were victims of drug abuse while others were victims of greed. Many would like to turn a new leaf, unless circumstances “forced” them back to their old ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crime cannot be tolerated, but what is important is that one is willing to turn a new leaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-5767155454193770978?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5767155454193770978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=5767155454193770978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/5767155454193770978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/5767155454193770978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2009/09/criminal-intent-by-wong-kim-hoh.html' title='Criminal Intent by Wong Kim Hoh'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-305454966293811404</id><published>2009-09-20T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:45:38.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder in the Mews</title><content type='html'>This book contains 4 tales in which the famous Hercule Poirot solves the baffling mysteries using his little grey cells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did a woman holding a pistol in her right hand shoot herself in the left temple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the connection between a ghost sighting and the disappearance of top military plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the bullet that killed the eccentric Sir Gervase Chevenix-Gore shatter a mirror in the other part of the moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should the beautiful Valentine Chantry flee for her life from the holiday life of Rhodes and the ever more complicated love triangle she has created there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the stories as there is always a twist to the ending of the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-305454966293811404?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/305454966293811404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=305454966293811404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/305454966293811404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/305454966293811404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2009/09/murder-in-mews.html' title='Murder in the Mews'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-2858906233516949561</id><published>2009-09-20T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:42:50.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Coffee</title><content type='html'>Inventor Sir Claud Amory is in dismay when the formula for his powerful new explosive is stolen by someone he had invited to stay in his own house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would steal the secret formula? Everyone is as guilty as innocent. No one could guess whodunit-it was a perfect crime. Almost perfect, until the famous Hercule Poirot uses his little grey cells and eliminates the suspects one by one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised by the ending and how Agatha Christie brings the readers into suspecting everyone and gradually to the very thief when the readers gasp in excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-2858906233516949561?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2858906233516949561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=2858906233516949561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/2858906233516949561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/2858906233516949561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-coffee.html' title='Black Coffee'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-8283208200764695757</id><published>2009-04-12T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:55:15.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The Firm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Mitch McDeere, a top law school student, had the brains and good looks and was hungry for money and a job as a lawyer. He had far too many job opportunities, and then he struck jackpot- a job as a tax lawyer at Bendini, Lambert &amp;amp; Locke. It was the perfect job, his school fees were paid, he got a new car and a mortgage loan for a brand new house and best of all, a high pay based on the number of hours he put in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then, two lawyers died in an accident and a FBI agent approached Mitch, telling him that his house, car, and office had been bugged and someone had been keeping tabs on him constantly. Mitch then got interested in the deaths of other lawyers, who had wanted to leave the firm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who should Mitch believe? His colleagues who had been nice to him, or the FBI agent? Why would the FBI agent pick him in the first instance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The brilliant Mitch had his own ways of dealing with the matter and you would be surprised at the developments of the matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;An ingenious plot which can satisfy the thirst of spy fans and lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-8283208200764695757?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8283208200764695757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=8283208200764695757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/8283208200764695757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/8283208200764695757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2009/04/firm-mitch-mcdeere-top-law-school.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-6292672284439256610</id><published>2009-01-27T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:04:26.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ordeal By Innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jacko Argyle often had brushes with the law by conning women and making them think they are his true love. He would also get money from his foster parents, especially his rich mother, Rachel. The night of the death of Rachel, she had been threatened by Jacko after she refused to give him money.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, Jacko was arrested and jailed for the murder of Rachel. He maintained his innocence until his death. He had gotten a ride from a man at the time of his death, he claimed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two years later, Dr. Arthur Calgary came to the Argyles’ house, with a purpose that turned the family upside down. Jacko was innocent and he was the witness as Jacko had hitched a ride from him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who could be the one who killed Rachel?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hester Argyle (Rachel’s daughter)- A girl with wild temper&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leo Argyle (Rachel’s husband)- Leo is about to get a new wife.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Michael Argyle (Rachel’s son)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gwenda Vaughan (Leo’s secretary)- Gwenda is going to marry Leo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kristen Lindstorm (Leo and Rachel’s helper)- She has no motive so far.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mary Durrant (Rachel’s daughter)- She is a very selfish person who married a man against Rachel’s will.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Philip Durrant (Mary’s husband)- He has no motive so far.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tina Argyle (Rachel’s daughter)- She enjoyed the love and affection from Rachel so far.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mickey Argyle (Rachel’s son)- He felt restricted by Rachel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Donald Craig (Hester’s boyfriend)- He thinks that Hester killed Rachel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Arthur was determined to find the killer, especially when someone ended dead due to the matter. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A shocking beginning, a good plot and a happy ending all concealed in a book. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-6292672284439256610?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6292672284439256610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=6292672284439256610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6292672284439256610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6292672284439256610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/ordeal-by-innocence-jacko-argyle-often.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-6638167776931150328</id><published>2008-11-27T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:25:39.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I am not referring to the haze in the atmosphere due to air pollution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently, the topic of hazing came up when a JC student was tied up and tortured (although she was not complaining about it since it was part of a birthday bash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is an undesirable behaviour. According to reports  in USA, many teenagers suffer from depression and even injuries or death from hazing incidents. It would be sad to see a young life being scarred or destroyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazing is part of bullying, in my opinion. I remember my secondary school classmate entered the classroom once only to discover a picture of her and comments that she was imitating Michael Jackson by trying to turn herself white. It seemed like a harmless prank that I have joined in with other classmates and she does not seem to be affected by the prank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! We discovered our horrible mistake when our form teacher entered the classroom before we could clean off our picture and was severely scolded. Although this incident happened quite some time ago, I would never get rid of guilt if I did not apologised to her then. If I am given a chance again, I would never join in this terrible prank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, she is happy and contented with her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone, please do not harm someone even if it is just a harmless prank. It may become the victim's worse nightmare (although my classmate was strong enough to conquer it)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-6638167776931150328?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6638167776931150328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=6638167776931150328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6638167776931150328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6638167776931150328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2008/11/hazing-no-i-am-not-referring-to-haze-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-1916241865968337479</id><published>2008-11-27T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:27:14.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happened since my last entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been quite some time since my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Currently, I am working as a paralegal (legal assistant) in Ella Cheong, Spruson and Ferguson. I am very happy with my job and hope to pass my probation soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I am falling sick easier then ever because of the rainy season. Sigh... I better get well so that I don't take too many MCs... It threatens my performance and job, times are bad and it will be very difficult to get another job if I am fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be Christmas soon, wishing everyone Merry X'mas and Happy New Year!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-1916241865968337479?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1916241865968337479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=1916241865968337479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1916241865968337479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1916241865968337479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-happened-since-my-last-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-6937594928670199575</id><published>2008-05-25T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:35:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;模范棒棒堂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;二军决选名单公布&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;二军经过了长达六个月，&lt;/span&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;棒之中只有&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;名能入围，&lt;/span&gt;4 &lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;个底迪会被淘汰。名单的公布让所有的底迪感到十分不舍得。宅男垫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;（&lt;/span&gt;Terry&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;组）中的虎牙和&lt;/span&gt;Elmo&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;被淘汰。&lt;/span&gt;Elmo&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;被淘汰，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;令人觉得十分惊讶。原来他弃权，把机会让给其他宅男，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;自己在台湾的友台有自己的行脚节目，也自报说自己要用放大镜看世界。我觉得&lt;/span&gt;Elmo&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;很伟大，但如果他要出自己的&lt;/span&gt;EP&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;还需要一段时间练好歌唱技巧。公主帮（阿本组）则是小滨和多多出局。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我觉得&lt;/span&gt;14&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;棒里的每个人已经十分厉害，不管是谁都尽力了，所以大家是赢家。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mo Fan Bang Bang Tang-Second Generation of Lollipop Name List&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After more than 6 months, only 10 out of 14 boys would qualified to become the second generation of Lollipop. Elmo and Huya were eliminated from Terry’s Team. It is a surprise that the ever-so-funny Elmo was out, he pulled himself out of the competition as he decided he was going to see the world using his new TV programme (just like Globe Trekker). He is so noble, although if he has to sing his new EP, it will take quite some time to train his voice. As for Ben’s team, Xiaobin and Duoduo were out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This competition dug out a lot of the talents in the boys and it was a great experience for them. Hope I wish no one is eliminated, as everyone is a winner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-6937594928670199575?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6937594928670199575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=6937594928670199575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6937594928670199575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6937594928670199575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2008/05/14-10-4-terry-elmo-elmo-elmo-ep-14-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-5075540697450978907</id><published>2008-05-25T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:34:44.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Graduation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been quite a few months since I finished my exams, took a long break and started working as a Legal Executive Officer (i.e. a Paralegal) in KhattarWong. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; May 2008 was the finishing point of my Poly life as I went on the stage and received my Diploma in Law and Management. As usual, I was nervous and excited at the same time. I finally did it! I had met many obstacles along the way and would have given up if not for the support of my true friends and family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember that I once wrote in my secondary school magazine that “let us soar high like the seagulls”. I really soared high in my Poly life. I met new friends who encourage and cheer me on when I was in despair. I really did things that I never expected myself to do well in i.e. in the last semester, I felt that I will be getting only a couple of Bs and was pleasantly surprised that I got one C and the rest are all Bs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I now feel I am really an adult. There is still many to learn, but it does not mean I will only learn the new stuff. I will also improve the old things I have learnt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I am just waiting for the official Yearbook to be out so that I can keep all my memories in Temasek Polytechnic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One last word: Let everyone show their special ability, just like each unique fingerprint! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-5075540697450978907?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5075540697450978907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=5075540697450978907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/5075540697450978907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/5075540697450978907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-graduation-it-has-been-quite-few.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-7519122950438585908</id><published>2008-04-20T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:38:11.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Death Comes As The End&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the death of her husband, Khay, Renisenb went back to her hometown with her daughter, Teti. Everything seemed the same: Yahmose was timid and obeyed their father, Imhotp; Yahmose’s wife, Satipy controls him just like Imhotp; Sobek was impulsive and boastful while his wife, Kait was quiet and meek; and Ipy was a young and spoilt brat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When Imhotp returned with his new concubine, Nofret, the family was upset. Nofret created all kinds of trouble for the family with the help of the spiteful servant, Henet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile, Hori got along well with Renisenb as always, helping her with her problems and the newcomer, Kameni sang to Renisenb love songs which made her blush.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, Nofret was found dead. It seemed like a natural death until the members of the family died slowly one by one. Foul play was suspected, but who did it? And why had everyone changed their behaviour after Nofret’s death? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Renisenb was determined to solve this mystery and sought the advice of Esa and Hori.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-7519122950438585908?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7519122950438585908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=7519122950438585908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7519122950438585908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7519122950438585908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/death-comes-as-end-after-death-of-her.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-6878989477591564243</id><published>2008-04-20T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:37:41.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Appointment with Death&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mrs. Boynton was a dominating tyrant. All her family members were not allowed to talk to people in the “outside” world, even on their first vacation in their lives. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her stepson, Lennox Boynton was totally helpless and his wife, Nadine, wanted to move out and live their own lives. Meanwhile, Nadine’s friend, Jefferson Cope was in love with Nadine and wished to make her happy. Raymond and Carol Boynton wanted freedom from their stepmother’s claws. Raymond was smitten by the attractive doctor, Sarah King, who told off Mrs. Boynton. Ginevra Boynton, also known as Jinny, told Dr Theodore Gernard that she was a captive in the family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, suddenly, Mrs. Boynton passed away not peacefully from her heart problem but murdered with a fatal injection. Besides the suspects above, Lady Westholme and Amabel Pierce were also involved in the case, telling Hercule Poirot their story. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just like Murder in Mesopotamia, the key to the mystery is totally psychological.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One comment about this mystery is that it is a bit longwinded, but this is necessary for the readers to understand the personalities of the characters. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-6878989477591564243?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6878989477591564243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=6878989477591564243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6878989477591564243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6878989477591564243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/appointment-with-death-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-6807929458366864269</id><published>2008-04-15T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:38:56.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Murder in Mesopotamia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amy Leatheran narrated the mystery. She was a nurse that went to Baghdad to take care of Mrs. Louise Leidner, a lovely woman who was traumatized by threatening letters. Her devoted husband, Dr. Eric Leidner, seemed skeptical about the letters and hired Nurse Leatheran to make Mrs. Leidner feel more at ease. That was before Mrs. Leidner was murdered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The following are the suspects in this murderous story:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Anne Johnson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Marie Mercado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Joseph      Mercado &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Father      Lavigny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Richard      Carey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;David Emmott&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Carl Reiter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;William      Coleman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, it seemed that everyone had an alibi. Hercule Poirot arrived to solve the case and this time Nurse Leatheran acted as his assistant. Who killed Mrs. Leidner? Who wrote the letters? Is it Mrs. Leidner herself?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hercule Poirot will crack this ingenious case of murder. Who did it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-6807929458366864269?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6807929458366864269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=6807929458366864269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6807929458366864269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6807929458366864269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/murder-in-mesopotamia-amy-leatheran.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-3507021142993374067</id><published>2008-04-08T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:37:17.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While The Light Lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This collection of 9 short stories comprised of early works by Agatha Christie and published in magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The House of Dreams talks about a man who had been a complete failure while the Actress is about a woman who shook away her blackmailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Edge is about a jealous woman who discovered a secret about her rival in love. Hercule Poirot created a remarkable plan to scare off a criminal in Christmas Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the Lonely God brought 2 lonely persons romantically together. This is one of the first romances that Agatha Christie has written. Manx Gold is a story that blends romance into a treasure hunt and Within a Wall is another romance where the ending was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mystery of The Baghdad was solved by Hercule Poirot as the victim’s rival in love was accused of murder and the victim’s wife tried to clear his name. While the Light Lasts puts a woman in a dilemma with two choices-love or money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the best stories I have read and you can see a lot of twists and turns in the book as a typhoon would have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-3507021142993374067?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3507021142993374067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=3507021142993374067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/3507021142993374067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/3507021142993374067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/while-light-lasts-this-collection-of-9.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-378369809156693795</id><published>2008-04-03T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:39:10.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crooked House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Hayward had fallen in love with Sophia Leonides who had kept information about her family a secret. He left Sophia as he was ordered to go to the East towards the end of the war. A couple of years, he returned to the country only to find out that Sophia’s grandfather, Astrides  Leonides, had been murdered and the happy family was collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger Leonides was Astrides’ favourite son, who was about to be a bankrupt. His father promised to help him but Roger no longer wanted to be in a business. Did he kill his father to gain freedom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clemency Leonides was a supportive wife of Roger and was determined to help Roger live the kind of life they wanted. Did she kill her father-in-law to free themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip Leonides was Roger’s brother and was jealous of him. Did he kill his father so that Roger will become a bankrupt to make Roger deserve his desserts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magda Leonides was Philip’s wife and was overdramatic. She did not have any motive, did she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia Leonides was Philip and Magda’s daughter. It seemed that she had no motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine Leonides was Sophia’s younger sister. She was most probably ruled out since she was 12 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eustace Leonides was the brother of Sophia and Josephine. He was very clever but very moody. It seemed that he had no motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edith de Haviland was the aunt of Roger and Philip. She had hated Astrides, but was the hate deep enough to make her kill him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Leonides was Astrides’ young wife and \there was a rumour that she had married him for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurence Brown was Josephine and Eustace’s soft-spoken tutor. It was rumoured that Brenda and him had an affair. Did he kill Astrides to free his lover and prevent him from changing the will?&lt;br /&gt;The story takes on an unexpected turn at several points and the ending was a terror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-378369809156693795?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/378369809156693795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=378369809156693795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/378369809156693795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/378369809156693795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/crooked-house-charles-hayward-had.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-335032124598089483</id><published>2008-04-03T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:38:39.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five Little Pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years ago, Caroline Crale had been convicted of the murder of her husband, Amyas Crale. It was interpreted that she wanted to stop Amyas from divorcing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years later, Caroline’s daughter, now known as Carla Lemarchant, was determined to clear her mother’s name and Hercule Poirot just kept linking the 5 suspects to the nursery rhyme of 5 little pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspect #1:&lt;br /&gt;Philip Blake (the stockbroker) who went to the market was Amyas’ best friend and felt very sure that Caroline was a cold murderess. It seemed he had no motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspect #2:&lt;br /&gt;Meredith Blake (the amateur herbalist) who stayed at home was Philip’s brother and a friend of both Amyas and Caroline. He had admired Caroline secretly. Did he kill the unfaithful Amyas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspect #3:&lt;br /&gt;Elsa Greer (the 3-time divorcee) who had her roast beef was a rich lady who had fallen madly in love with Amyas. She had made Amyas agree to divorce Caroline before his death. She did not seem to have the motive to kill Amyas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspect #4:&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia Williams (the devoted governess) who had none had tutored Caroline’s stepsister. She respected Caroline and was on good terms with her. She loathed Amyas’ unfaithfulness but she had no motive to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspect #5:&lt;br /&gt;Angela Warren (the disfigured sister of Caroline) who cried all the way home was very close to Caroline. She hated Amyas for sending her to school and often put stuff in his beer? Did she kill Amyas due to her hate or help her sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hercule Poirot got detailed accounts of the events from all the five little pigs. Using psychology, he miraculously solves the mystery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-335032124598089483?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/335032124598089483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=335032124598089483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/335032124598089483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/335032124598089483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/five-little-pigs-16-years-ago-caroline.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-875920868081407245</id><published>2008-03-15T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:03:22.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Visit to Dad’s Hometown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited my dad’s hometown from 1st March 2008 to 9th March 2008. This is an account of the 9 days I spent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 10 years since I last visited my dad’s hometown. Today, I am traveling back to Sarawak with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.15 a.m., we left our Tampines home for Kranji MRT station. When we reach there 2 hours later, we saw a long snake queue for the bus to the Causeway. Patiently, we waited and finally reached Johor at 1 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we heard news that there may be a traffic jam which means it will take a few hours to reach Senai Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a rapid speed, we walked to the bus interchange and reached there, our legs sore and tired.  Sitting comfortably in our comfy seats, we set off to Senai Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, we arrived early at Senai Airport. Unfortunately, we arrived too early i.e. 4 hours before departure. We shopped around a bit and discovered a set of comfy sofa at MerryBrown. My Aunt Irene and I sat nearby waiting for the seats to be emptied. Our buttocks hurt so much that it angered us when a Caucasian woman took one of the seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up for my grandmother to ask for a seat. Half an hour before boarding time, we finally all sat on the comfy sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited on the aeroplane. I enjoyed the feeling of the take-off and landing. The area around us grew smaller, then it looked like a model of a city, later a map and eventually a small spot that soon disappeared in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.30 p.m., we landed in Kuching Airport. We had dinner at a coffeeshop before we stayed at my cousin, Brother Hui’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a long time since I saw Aunt Lan. She has grown thinner since we last meet. I hugged her tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We toured around Kuching today. First, we rented an 8-seater van. After visiting the beach, the air-con in the van broke down. Back to the workshop for a few hours before the air-con is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came to a temple. The view at the top was fantastic and breathtaking. I feel relaxed and pictures were snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, we had dinner at a restaurant and went back to Brother Hui’s house after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we were going back to my Dad’s kampong. I was rather afraid, seeing a snake in the jungle on my journey there. I remembered how old and ragged the house was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn’t really changed. There were no longer any dogs (sigh, I love dogs) and cats (relief to Aunt Irene who is afraid of cats). There are, however, fighting roosters. My cousin, Brother Lai injected some kind of stimulant into 2 roosters and we watched the roosters fight with fury. If Brother Lai did not take away one of the roosters, these roosters may fight until at least one is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd Uncle brought us to a riverside. My Dad said that he used to take a boat from the other end of the river (my Dad’s kampong) to this end of the river to attend school. I could see that my Dad had turned into the kampong boy he was 20 years ago on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chatted happily with his old-time childhood friend, ate his favourite kolo mee and Kuching Laska and loitered around the house looking at the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed that my Dad enjoyed the trip back to the kampong a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my family and I were traveling to my cousin Sister Jiang’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set off early and stopped at Sibu for kunch and wandered about the town. When we wanted to continue our journey, we discovered that there was some problem with the van’s battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After changing a new battery, the car technician advised us to stay in Sibu for a few days in order to repair the van. The spare parts would come in after a few days. We politely refused and decided to return back to the kampong instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour away from the kampong, the van had given up and we were stuck in the wilderness. My Dad and Aunt Irene called for help. I did not really care and continued to play my computer game. It was at that moment when I was warned about snakes around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather timid that I looked around the area nervously. Help finally arrived 2 hours later. The battery was recharged and we sent the van to the workshop in the nearest town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. How come I so unlucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Dad went to check on the van with my 2nd Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, they came back for lunch and told us they need to repair the van further. They left hurriedly after their meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was good, as I ate porridge with luncheon meat (too bad there is shortage of luncheon meat in Singapore; I had a great deal there) and my favourite fried spring rolls (that was my weakness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Aunt Irene to town. Besides a CD and tape (yes, people there still listen to tapes) shop, there were mini marts, supermarkets, eateries, grocery stores and so on. We had a snack at KFC, which has the cleanest and most modern toilet in the kampong and town. Meaning: Easier to relieve ourselves there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I visited my grandparents’ and Aunt Mei’s tomb at the cemetery. It was an impossible task made possible. The tombs were in the hills and full of grass and all kinds of plants (maybe there were snakes, I hope there wasn’t) and small streams of muddy river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen my deceased grandparents and Aunt Mei. My grandparents passed away before I was born. Aunt Mei died in an accident on her way home after visiting my family in Singapore in 1988. I was 2 years old then and have no recollection about Aunt Mei. Judging from my family’s description of her, I think Aunt Mei must have doted on me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my journey back to the modern Kuching from the kampong, I was obsessed with my GameBoy Advance. The only 2 faults were, one, I lost the cover for protecting my batteries and two, the games Pokemon Silver and Harry Potter, cannot be saved as my cousin, Akina has overworked the games. If you are reading this now, Akina, I will get my revenge soon. Ha! Ha! Ha! (Picture of me chuckling with an evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally reached Kuching in the evening and by then, I have started on my games again and again for over 15 times on those 2 games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope to visit the Cat Museum and do some shopping tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the museums in Kuching. It was fascinating looking at the old artefacts and learning about the life of my ancestors. The Long House was the most memorable one, as we can experience  how my ancestors had lived in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked with Aunt Irene that there is a Long House in Singapore. She was curious and probed into it. Unfortunately, I told it was the Long House Seafood Restaurant. Correction, she told me it was the Long Beach Seafood Restaurant. Oh man, my joke is so … … lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went shopping. My Mum bought me a Sarawak T-shirt with a Hornbill on it when I failed to find a Sarawak T-shirt with cats on it. The Hornbill T-shirt is nice, but I still want a cat T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum, Aunt Irene and I bought souvenir T-shorts for my 5 female cousins. As for Daryl Boy (my youngest cousin), we bought him a set of Batman clothes. The T-shirt has a cape attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sarawak Plaza (a shopping centre), I bought 2 small boxes: one is decorated with Snoopy while the other is decorated with Conan (famous detective in Japanese comics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, I ate Singapore Chicken Rice. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate Kway Chap, a dish with pig intestines and other pig organs that I don’t eat. It tasted good although I prefer Singapore Kway Chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch at a seafood restaurant near the beach. All beaches looked the same. The food was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went with my family to a National Park. We would have to pay an entrance fee and it would take half a day to explore the park. We gave up that idea and went shopping instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, my uncle-in-law gave us a treat at a restaurant. The food was scrumptious and we ended up with full stomachs and lots of leftover. The meal was estimated to be around RM $400 (S$200).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today , my family and I went to the Sunday market. I bought a beautiful cat necklance and a few keychains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last day in Sarawak. I would be leaving Singapore this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I had enjoyed the trip. I understood why my Dad loved the kolo mee here. It was terribly tasty that I ate it everyday until I got sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some nice souvenirs myself and the museums were not too bad. I also witnessed fighting roosters and drank a lot of fresh coconut juice to cool my dry throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home around 9 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-875920868081407245?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/875920868081407245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=875920868081407245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/875920868081407245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/875920868081407245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2008/03/visit-to-dads-hometown-i-visited-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-4329714701019975135</id><published>2007-12-26T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:49:07.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parker Pyne Investigates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The personal ad posed a simple question: Are you happy? If not, consult Mr. Parker Pyne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This attracted a lot of attention as many unhappy people consult him. Below are 2 of my favourite cases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Case of the Discontented Soldier featured a romance when the unhappy Major Wilbraham encountered a woman who was attacked by two Negroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Case of the Rich Woman featured an unhappy rich woman who was drugged and woke up realizing that she was a poor pheasant. Would she find her happiness eventually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other stories in which Mr. Parker Pyne solved various mysteries. The Oracle at Delphi featured a woman who had to pay her diamond necklance as ransom to save her kidnapped son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book has 12 different stories with humour that makes you feel light-hearted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-4329714701019975135?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4329714701019975135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=4329714701019975135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/4329714701019975135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/4329714701019975135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/12/parker-pyne-investigates-personal-ad.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-6392718823124893791</id><published>2007-12-26T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:48:30.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evil Under The Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Arlena Marshall, a beautiful but spoilt woman, often attracted attention of men and was loathed by woman. She was a flirt who was scared of her husband, Mr. Kenneth Marshall, who had a daughter named Linda. Linda never liked her stepmother and always wished Arlena was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Jolly Roger Hotel on Leathercombe Bay, Arlena spent her time with a married man named Patrick Redfern. Patrick’s wife, Christine, was jealous yet she was too weak to do anything. Other guests include Rosamund Darnley, Horace Blatt, Mr. and Mrs. Odell C. Gardener, Emily Brewster, Major Barry and the famous Hercule Poirot. Among them, Rosamund was in love with Kenneth and wanted him to divorce Arlena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next shocking thing you know was that Arlena was dead. She was murdered. She was last seen going off to somewhere else and had told Mr. Poirot not to reveal that she was out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arlena was strangled by her killer, most probably a man. But with women as her sole enemies, which man had killed her? Her husband, Kenneth, inherited her fortune upon her death. A rumour about a mysterious man had blackmailed her before and her death was related to drug-trafficking spread around the hotel. And who was the person Arlena had met before her death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hercule Poirot investigated the case with the help of his assistant, Captain Hastings. Was this a perfect crime that he could not solve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-6392718823124893791?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6392718823124893791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=6392718823124893791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6392718823124893791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6392718823124893791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/12/evil-under-sun-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-1793110797824870574</id><published>2007-12-21T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:47:25.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reflection on Student Internship Programme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was supposed to write at all stages of the internship to keep you interested. However, I was busy with my work. After returning home, I was too tired to do any work. As for weekends, I went shopping, watched Crime &amp;amp; Investigation Network and wrote book reviews after reading novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the week before the commencement of the Student Internship Programme (also known as SIP). I was very anxious and nervous, having no clue as to working in the society besides working part-time once at Times Bookshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day started with me waiting on the 2nd floor ( which consisted of the Intellectual Property Department and the conference rooms, which I later learnt). The first colleague I met was Micki, Mr. Tito Isaac’s personal assistant. She took me to the 3rd floor and introduced me to my desk where I will work hard at the tasks I was assigned to. I was totally different from my usual self in school. I was quiet and shy instead of being bubbly and talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed, I got adjusted to the working environment. I also mastered and improved on several aspects of the legal knowledge and hands-on skills. I was also friendly towards newcomers and enjoyed chatting with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as an occasional prank, I would walk slowly towards my unsuspecting colleagues and give a scare. Boo! Hee Hee, I am just like Mr. Tito Isaac except he failed to scare me the other time. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One important thing to note is that photocopying and binding are not as simple as it looks. So I salute to all the staff that photocopy and bind stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIP has provided me with a new point of view towards working and studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working does not mean everything you learn in school will be sufficient enough to cover all aspects of your job. You will pick up new skills frequently as you work in your lifetime. After a long day’s work, you just go home and relax on your couch in front of your TV. Meaning, there is no homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying means you do not spend the whole day slaving but you will have to handle projects, homework and CCA (although I have none). You cannot relax all the time and you will find that you have no time to fulfill all your tasks if you slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, I just think that working and studying have their benefits and disadvantages. They are equal on a certain level and thus I have no preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SIP, I discovered that I have to grow up even though I am a bit reluctant. Being mature means I will be treated differently and the sense of maturity will make me feel good in some ways. I hope that I will become an sensible mature adult instead of a childish young adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-1793110797824870574?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1793110797824870574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=1793110797824870574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1793110797824870574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1793110797824870574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/12/reflection-on-student-internship.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-7664414993929941723</id><published>2007-12-21T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:46:18.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why Didn’t They Ask Evans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Jones witnessed the death of a mysterious stranger whose last words were, “Why didn’t they ask Evans?”  Who is Evans then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing he knew was that someone attempted to murder him. Was the death of the mysterious stranger an accident or murder? Why was the photograph of a woman swapped with another? Was this woman the next victim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of Lady Frances Derwent (“Frankie”), Bobby went on the pursuit for a woman while a cunning killer was out to kill them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks are deceiving, I must warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mystery takes on a turn several times as you read. It is highly addictive and satisfying for all mystery lovers (or addicts).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-7664414993929941723?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7664414993929941723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=7664414993929941723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7664414993929941723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7664414993929941723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-didnt-they-ask-evans-bobby-jones.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-8115612957550970633</id><published>2007-11-19T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:28:53.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Colleagues in Tito Isaac &amp;amp; Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been an intern in Tito Isaac &amp;amp; Company for almost 2 months. I had enjoyed my relationships with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tito Isaac is the managing partner of the medium partnership. He is a busy man who is handling the case of Novena Church and Amutha Valli together with Mr. P Padman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. P Padman is one of the two lawyers I am under. He is a nice man who never scolded me despite my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Justin Chan is a fun-loving man who enjoys making me create templates for him. In fact, I followed him for hearings regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Navin is a man who loves to joke and nicknamed Penguin by Mr. Niko Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Niko Isaac is the brother of Mr. Tito Isaac. He is a perfectionist who calls me “Good Girl” all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another perfectionist is Judy, a paralegal. She had graduated from Temasek Polytechnic with a Diploma of Law and Management and one of the most experienced paralegals in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her good friend, Susie, is an expert in matrimonial proceedings and everyone in the company loved her cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne is a pupil under Mr. Tito Isaac and an intelligent guy who is health-conscious. I liked to tease him whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another victim of my teasing is Yi Mon, a girl from Myanmar. She teased me back (“Jan, going out with your boyfriend again”) when I joined my classmates for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shree is Yi Mon’s good friend who had participated in a pageant. She is tall and I never seem to understand why she thinks she is short and she wears high heels all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie is a nice lady who taught me as much as she could. I enjoy chatting with her all the time. She will be migrating to Australia soon. *Sobs* L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micki, who had left the company, was the first colleague I met and we are real good friends. She gives me a lot of advice in fashion and office politics and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is basically the people who left a deep impression on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-8115612957550970633?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8115612957550970633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=8115612957550970633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/8115612957550970633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/8115612957550970633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-colleagues-in-tito-isaac-company-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-1233330087094466426</id><published>2007-11-19T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:25:39.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Witness for Prosecution and Other Stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the blurb of the book has mentioned, The Witness for Prosecution is the most famous story written by Agatha Christie. It was made into a play and filmed twice. Its plot is ingenious and something out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that story, there are another 10 stories. Three of my favourites are The Red Signal, The Mystery of the Blue Jar and Philomel Cottage.&lt;br /&gt;The Red Signal was a message to a group of people. A man was madly in love with his best friend’s wife and had argued with his uncle. The next thing he knew was that he was the main suspect of the murder of his uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mystery of the Blue Jar was a supernatural phenomenon encounter of a man, a girl and a Doctor of Souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philomel Cottage was a story about a woman who discovered the other side of her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great book as I was fascinated and never stopped reading until I finished the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-1233330087094466426?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1233330087094466426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=1233330087094466426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1233330087094466426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1233330087094466426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/11/witness-for-prosecution-and-other.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-4431419355736537241</id><published>2007-11-04T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T12:16:43.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The King of Torts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clay Carter, a smart and intelligent young lawyer, who worked in the Office of the Public Offender for too long, and like his colleagues, dreamt of a better job in a real law firm. When he unwilling took up a case in which a young black man had been alleged to have killed a man in random, he thought it was just another ordinary case like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shocking truth of the case from Max Pace startled him. One of the greatest pharmaceutical companies was involved in the so-called ordinary case. Pace offered him a fabulous deal to make enormous settlements for the victims’ families, with a large piece of the cake for him. Clay accepted it, not knowing it would change his life forever. It was a deal from the Devil, in exchange of money and fame, he would have to sell his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I believe Clay accepted the deal was his girlfriend, Rebecca, who had abandoned him due to pressure from her parents. He wanted to prove that he did not need to depend of Rebecca’s father, a snob who tried to get him a job with better pay and wanted to control his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clay began to earn a great deal of money and was able to afford a luxurious life he never dreamt of. He had set up his own law firm and recruited some of his colleagues who were given generously the profit Clay himself had made. These colleagues then left the firm after pocketing the sum of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next case of the firm triggered the uprising reputation of Clay, who was known as the King of Torts. Clay was getting used to the number of cases he got for settlements and greed got to him as he swallowed one-third of the amount of settlement his clients had got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Rebecca married to another boring man, Clay got a model named Ridley to pose as his girlfriend at Rebecca’s wedding reception who eventually became his woman and started to spend money lavishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Clay got some insider trading information from Pace again, he took up cases connecting to a new defective drug which proved to be too much for him to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies ahead for Clay? Find out by reading one of the best novels by John Grisham and look carefully at the similarities of Clay’s life and yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-4431419355736537241?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4431419355736537241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=4431419355736537241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/4431419355736537241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/4431419355736537241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/11/king-of-torts.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-6470104414547757864</id><published>2007-10-23T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:30:12.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dumb Witness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mistress of Littlegreen House, Emily Arundell, a lady well over seventy, had an accident on the staircase, shortly after her relatives left the house after a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone blamed the accident on her pet dog, Bob but the old lady was skeptical. She wrote a letter to Hercule Poirot describing the accident to him and her suspicions. After all, she was very wealthy and all her relatives wanted a share in her fortune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hercule Poirot received the letter and went to Littlegreen House to pay Emily a visit, he discovered the old lady had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Emily a victim of attempted murder, murder or both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unbelievable and difficult case was faced by Hercule Poirot, whose little grey cells would help him to solve the mystery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-6470104414547757864?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6470104414547757864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=6470104414547757864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6470104414547757864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6470104414547757864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/10/dumb-witness-mistress-of-littlegreen.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-7070045369460652413</id><published>2007-09-09T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:30:09.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Moving Finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Burton had hurt his back and his doctor advised him to recuperate at a quiet small town. Jerry picked Lymstock and together with his sister, Joanna rented a house there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seemed to be a quiet peaceful town was covered with shameful secrets, as a poison pen writer had sent letters to many of its residents, full of nonsense and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Mrs. Symmington’s suicide which had turned a minor affair to a major affair. Everyone blamed the poison pen writer and the police are determined to find him/her out. Suddenly, no one trusted anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Mrs. Symmington’s daughter, Megan and Jerry became friends and the former was invited to stay at the latter’s house. Megan was usually ignored by her family (her mother, her stepfather-Mr. Symmington and her 2 stepbrothers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later, the maid of the Symmingtons household was missing. Jerry had an gut feeling that the maid was dead. Megan found the corpse of the maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case then turned from poison pen prank to murder. Miss Marple was certain Mrs. Symmington was killed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, Jerry’s sister, Joanna and a doctor, Owen Griffith, got more intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to his trip to London, Jerry grabbed Megan and took her for a make-over, which turned the Cinderella into a princess he himself was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jerry and Megan stepped closer to the truth, is there unknown danger to the both of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-7070045369460652413?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7070045369460652413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=7070045369460652413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7070045369460652413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7070045369460652413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/moving-finger-jerry-burton-had-hurt-his.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-1453315483499654725</id><published>2007-08-05T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:20:04.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Mysterious Affair at Styles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hercule Poirot’s friend, Hastings was invited by his childhood friend, John Cavendish to stay at Styles St Mary. There he met Lawrence (John’s brother) and Mary (John’s wife). John’s stepmother, Emily had married Alfred Inglethorp. However, not everyone approved of Mr. Inglethorp. For example, Evelyn, companion to old Mrs. Inglethorp, had quarreled with Alfred (who is rumoured to have married his wife for money) and stormed out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the death of the old Mrs. Inglethorp. With everyone eyeing her money, who could have done it? Alfred would love the money and he was a flirt. John needed money urgently. So did Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hercule Poirot investigated this mysterious affair. First, was the poison in the coffee or cocoa? Where had Alfred been when his wife was dying? Why was there a will found burnt? Who burnt it and Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred had been seen buying the same kind of poison that his wife had died from. Was he the murderer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love Agatha Christie’s mysteries or Hercule Poirot, this is a book you should not miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-1453315483499654725?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1453315483499654725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=1453315483499654725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1453315483499654725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1453315483499654725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/mysterious-affair-at-styles-hercule.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-2659256213125444268</id><published>2007-08-03T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T06:01:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Secret of Chimneys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Cade ran an errand for his friend, Jimmy McGrath: to deliver the memoirs of Count Stylptitch, who had passed away two months ago. Anthony disguised himself as Jimmy. Little did he knew he was in danger and involved in a murderous international conspiracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was invited to a party where the Hon George Lomax tries to get the widowed Mrs. Virginia Revel to seduce him. Prince Michael Obolovitch was at the party and later found dead. Yet, Anthony rejected the invitation in Jimmy’s name and then appeared as himself at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not the first murder as earlier, a man who tried to blackmail Virginia was killed at her house and Anthony came along and disposed the dead body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia and Anthony later had such a good relationship, that Virginia’s suitor, Bill Eversleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of Prince Michael left the question of who would be the next heir to the throne in Herzoslovakia. It would be Prince Nicolas Sergius Alexander Ferinand Obolovitch, who was missing for years. Where would he be then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the Scotland Yard and French Surete searched for the killer, who they had no idea about, but they had one suspect, the mysterious Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who had murdered Prince Michael?&lt;br /&gt;&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/11417272-2659256213125444268?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2659256213125444268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=2659256213125444268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/2659256213125444268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/2659256213125444268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/secret-of-chimneys-anthony-cade-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-7618553238687426481</id><published>2007-08-03T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T06:00:36.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Mystery of the Blue Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Kettering was going to divorce her husband, Derek. Both of them had their lovers, Ruth with Comte de la Roche and Derek with Mirelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth’s father, Rufus Van Aldin had bought  priceless rubies, Heart of Fire for her daughter, which Ruth brought with her on the famous Blue Train on her journey to meet Comte de la Roche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Katherine Grey had inherited a fortune and took the same train as Ruth. Being a good listener, many people confided in her. Ruth was one of the persons who confided in her although they had met the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth was later found dead, with her priceless rubies missing. The main suspect is her husband, but Hercule Poirot did not think so, so he stages an eerie re-enactment of the journey, complete with the murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Katherine has two suitors, Derek who had abandoned his lover, Mirelle, and the shy Knighton (Van Aldin’s secretary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who had murdered Ruth and who Katherine would choose?&lt;br /&gt;This is a mystery with some twists. At first, you think it was suspect #1 then you think suspect #2 did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book that had keep me reading non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-7618553238687426481?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7618553238687426481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=7618553238687426481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7618553238687426481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7618553238687426481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/mystery-of-blue-train-ruth-kettering.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-6126584034701884435</id><published>2007-07-10T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:40:06.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Secret Adversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1st book starring Tommy and Tuppence. They were both unemployed and decided to put an ad in the newspaper calling themselves the Young Adventurers Ltd. Tuppence was approached by a Mr. Whittington for a job and when she called herself Jane Finn, he seemed uneasy. The next day, Mr. Whittington vanished with his company without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Jane’s rich American cousin, Julius P. Hersheimmer, they discovered that Jane Finn had went missing for 5 years with some top secret documents. Mr. Carter employed Tommy and Tuppence to find Jane Finn and most importantly, the documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A older and sinister woman, Mrs. Rita Vandemeyer knew everything about Jane, and before she revealed anything, she was found dead in a locked room. Sir James Peel Edgerton, a friend of Mrs. Vandemeyer, agreed to help Tuppence too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the killer, Mr. Brown? And how can Tommy and Tuppence stop him from killing Jane in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mystery was simple but it requires a lot of observation. Read on to see the blooming romance between Tommy and Tuppence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-6126584034701884435?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6126584034701884435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=6126584034701884435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6126584034701884435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6126584034701884435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/07/secret-adversary-this-is-1st-book.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-5161868741094563638</id><published>2007-07-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:39:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;NDP Rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the NDP rehearsal on 30th June 2007. It was a hot day and I could see many patriotic Singaporeans wearing red, white or both. I was a little embarrassed as I was dressed in black. But that does not mean that I am not as loyal as them to my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the parade is performed on a water platform. The NDP starts with the appearance of the 4 hosts who came onto the platform on boats and were transported on to the stage in cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We listened to songs sang by singers including the Super Band’s Jus-bee accompanied by wonderful dance performances. It was melodious and brought us closer to our beloved Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we watched soldiers from the Singapore Armed Forces marching onto the stage. Some video clips are played showing the soldiers being honoured to participate in the NDP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcomed the ‘Ministers’ who took their seats. Actually, a person holding a sign “Ministers” took a seat since this is just a 2nd rehearsal. The “Minister Mentor and Prime Minister” sat down and watched the performance. Finally, a grand welcome was given to the “President” who waved at us in his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom! The canons were triggered before we had time to react. Many of the spectators pressed their fingers into their ears. The President inspected the soldiers then Boom! The canons were fired several times. My heart nearly popped out during the firing of the canons. After the President’s car went around stage, the soldiers fired the rifles which the sound was music to my ears as the shoots were sharp and consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we dived under the sea as we saw sea creatures on the stage as well as around us. The performers were dressed in bright colourful costumes that probably caught the attention of the children. One performer in blue had to make balloon structures for so many children that he was perspiring and his teammates were as tired as him to do the endless job. Angels dressed in white waved and a few skators in red zigzagged all over the stage. We saw some paper animals like the bird, lamb and the cow which were so cute. Some performers flung balls of fire to catch our eyes. The next thing we saw were lighted parachutes gliding in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final part of the NDP is named Eternal Bloom. Performer wearing orange shirts and  white pants did a combination of taichi and dance. The flow of the music soothed our emotions and gives the message to care for the environment and community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only pity I felt is that there was no display of fireworks. Looks like I will have to watch the fireworks on TV on National Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-5161868741094563638?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5161868741094563638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=5161868741094563638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/5161868741094563638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/5161868741094563638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/07/ndp-rehearsal-i-went-for-ndp-rehearsal.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-3556850710263232035</id><published>2007-06-30T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:43:55.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad Cypress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roddy Welman and Elinor Caelisle were cousins by marriage and the ideal couple. One day, they received an anonymous letter warning that their wealthy Aunt Laura had the idea of cutting them off of her vast fortune and allowing Mary Gerrard to inherit the fortune. The couple’s perfect world crashed and they went to visit Aunt Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon meeting Mary, Roddy fell in love with her and broke off the engagement with Elinor. Aunt Laura passed away and did not leave a will. The fortune went entirely to Elinor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elinor was jealous of Mary and had thoughts of removing her permanently so that Roddy would return to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary died from eating sandwiches prepared by Elinor, she was the prime suspect and went on trial. Did she murder Mary out of jealousy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Aunt Laura’s doctor, Dr. Peter Lord hired Hercule Poirot to clear Elinor’s name, only to discover that almost everything was against Elinor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Hercule Poirot prove Elinor is innocent? Or is she really guilty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this book, I discovered I could see through some blind spots and it was sweet to see romances blossoming. It was wonderful as I felt I can think more like a detective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A great book to enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-3556850710263232035?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3556850710263232035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=3556850710263232035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/3556850710263232035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/3556850710263232035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/06/sad-cypress-roddy-welman-and-elinor.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-2573850292674752336</id><published>2007-06-18T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:53:51.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At breakfast, a young lady requested to see Hercule Poirot concerning her being a murderer. However, she left when she discovered that Poirot was “too old”. She suddenly vanished in thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had really happened? And where was the girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poirot had no clue about anything about her and the mystery unveiled with the help of his friend, Mrs. Ariadne Oliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious girl shared a London flat as a third girl with two girls: the first was her father’s secretary and the second was working in an art gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were rumours of revolvers, flick knives and blood stains. But without concrete evidence, Poirot  would need all the tenacity to establish whether the third girl was guilty, innocent or insance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most incredible Poirot mystery after the Death on the Nile and Murder on the Orient Express.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-2573850292674752336?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2573850292674752336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=2573850292674752336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/2573850292674752336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/2573850292674752336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/06/third-girl-at-breakfast-young-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-4050415914221153526</id><published>2007-06-18T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:52:55.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sparkling Cyanide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nearly a year after the death of Rosemary Barton, Iris Marle gave up her hope of forgetting about her sister and remembered the events relating to Rosemary after her death. On the other hand, Rosemary’s husband, George Barton, received letters about Rosemary was murdered. Exactly on the Rosemary’s 1st death anniversary, 6 persons sit in the same venue of her death, with only one destined to be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspects&lt;br /&gt;George Barton-He was Rosemary’s husband and knew about her flirtings and affairs. Did he feel bitter enough to kill her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris Marle-With Rosemary’s death, she inherited a fortune and had been neglected by her family since young. Was she the murderer of Rosemary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Lessing-She was George’s secretary who was treated by George as family. She loved him and hated Rosemary to the core. If Rosemary was dead, she could be George’s new second wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Browne-He was Rosemary’s admirer. He had been in jail under the name of Tony Morelli and only Rosemary knew it. Did he kill her to shut her month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Farraday-He was Rosemary’s lover but refused her request to divorce his wife. He left her eventually. Did he silence her for his own benefit? Or did Rosemary kill herself out of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Farraday-She was Stephen’s wife and knew about the affair a long time ago. She was devoted to him and would do anything for him. Did she murder Rosemary out of jealousy or to help her husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Sparkling Cyanide to see a puzzling mystery waiting to be solved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-4050415914221153526?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4050415914221153526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=4050415914221153526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/4050415914221153526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/4050415914221153526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/06/sparkling-cyanide-nearly-year-after.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-6441193556469045567</id><published>2007-06-13T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:08:24.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Body in the Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven in the morning and upon waking up, the Bantrys discovered the body of a young woman in their library. She was wearing a tattered evening dress and heavy makeup which smeared across her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who was she? How did she get there and what’s her connection to another dead girl, whose charred body was later discovered in an abandoned quarry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Dolly Bantry invited Ms Jane Marple to solve the mystery…before tongues start to wag. Ms Marple had initially no idea at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspects&lt;br /&gt;Basil Blake-He was a rude and immoral youth who hated Colonel Bantry. Since he was the only one who liked to party in that village, could he be the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie Turner-She was the pleasant and shrewd cousin of the victim, Ruby Keene and showed anger against Ruby besides grief. Since she was the one who got Ruby to take over her dancing job temporarily, did Josie plot her death in advance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond Starr-He was the charming tennis coach and dance instructor. He had spent more time with Ruby than Josie. Had he any idea who hangs around with Ruby intimately, or he was the one on intimate terms with Ruby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Conway Jefferson-The elderly man liked Ruby a lot and decided to adopt her. He even changed his will because of her. Did Ruby do something that angered him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Adelaide Jefferson-She was the plain-looking daughter-in-law of Mr. Jefferson who had Peter Carmody, a 9-year-old child of her 1st husband (she married Mr. Jeferson’s son in her 2nd marriage). She was not very well-off and had a lover. She was not very pleased with Ruby, was it serious enough to kill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugo McLean-He was Mrs. Jefferson’s lover and like the latter, he was poor. Did he want Ruby out of the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Gaskell-He is Mr. Jefferson’s son-in-law. He had some financial difficulties and did not like Ruby having a piece of cake in the will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Barlett-He was the last person to be seen with Ruby. He claimed his car was stolen, which was later found to be burnt in an abandoned quarry. Was he faking it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Point&lt;br /&gt;Sir Henry Clithering, i.e. the retired head of Scotland Yard, made a guest appearance as he accepted the task to find the murderer by Mr. Jefferson. Ms Marple and Sir Henry were requested by the police for help in the later part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: This mystery is interesting as the suspects either had an alibi or motive but not both. We know who will be the next victim, but the murderer was unveiled only at the end with a shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-6441193556469045567?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6441193556469045567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=6441193556469045567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6441193556469045567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6441193556469045567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/06/body-in-library-seven-in-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-2004872023231892915</id><published>2007-06-09T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T19:34:45.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N or M?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is World War II, and Britain faced an even more sinister threat within the country than the German army, Nazis posing as ordinary citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the pressure building up, the Intelligence service appointed two unlikely spies, Tommy and Tuppence Beresford. Their mission is to seek out a man, N and a woman, M from the guests with different personalities at Sans Souci, a seaside hotel. But this mission was no easy task, as N and M had murdered Britain’s finest agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Perenna-She was the clever owner of Sans Souci. She had been poking into other people’s stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila Perenna-She was Mrs. Perenna’s sweet daughter and in love with Carl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl von Deinim-He was a German refugee who worked in a laboratory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. O’Rourke-She was a eccentric elderly woman who seemed sinister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Cayley- The former was a snob looked after by the latter like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Sprot - The former was a nice mother with an adorable baby named Betty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander Haydock-He was a commander who was longwinded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Bletchy- He was a man who criticized the German and disliked Carl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Minton- She was an elderly woman who loved to knit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were N and M? The most unlikely story with a twist, you must read ‘N or M?’ to find out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-2004872023231892915?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2004872023231892915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=2004872023231892915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/2004872023231892915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/2004872023231892915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/06/n-or-m-it-is-world-war-ii-and-britain.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-1259116868442423551</id><published>2007-06-08T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:32:37.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Murder on the Links&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An urgent cry for help brought Hercule Poirot to France. But he was too late to save his client, Mr. Renauld, whose brutally stabbed body then laid face downwards in a shallow grave on a golf course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspects&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Renauld-Wife of the Mr. Renauld and would inherit the whole fortune of her husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Renauld- He is the son of the Mr. Renauld and had not known about the new will. The previous one was for him to own half of the family’s fortune. He had quarreled with the Mr. Renauld previously and hid the fact that he was in Merlinville on the night of the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Deubreuil-Having a mysterious past, she is rumored to be the Mr. Renauld’s mistress and frequently visited him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marthe Deubreuil- She is Madame Deubreuill’s attractive daughter. She is in love with Jack but was objected by Mr. Renauld. She is the very reason of Jack and Mr. Renauld’s quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella Duceen-Who was this mysterious person and what was her link with Mr. Renauld? Her letter was discovered in Mr. Renauld’s pocket of the overcoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Poirot discovered the real identity of Madame Deubreuil, another dead body turned the case upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poirot’s assistant, Hastings, had fallen for a girl who called herself Cinderella. Why was she interested to visit a crime scene? Why was the murder weapon missing after her visit? Why was she telling lies? Was she connected to the crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsieur Giraud, an arrogant show-off, thought that Poirot was an old man who is lousy. He had great pride and thought he was one of the best detective. He challenged Poirot with a bet of 500 francs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Poirot be able to solve the case or be ridiculed by Monsieur Giraud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the The Murder on the Links to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-1259116868442423551?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1259116868442423551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=1259116868442423551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1259116868442423551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1259116868442423551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/06/murder-on-links-urgent-cry-for-help.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-7747891745977417160</id><published>2007-04-16T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:34:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Poem Dedicated to My Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so still&lt;br /&gt;I live my life with no will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your appearance makes my life glow&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes well like the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile captures my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your absence makes life hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is the best&lt;br /&gt;Even plain bread is a feast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my darling,&lt;br /&gt;I love your ears droopy&lt;br /&gt;Because you are my one and only Snoopy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-7747891745977417160?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7747891745977417160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=7747891745977417160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7747891745977417160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7747891745977417160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/poem-dedicated-to-my-idol-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-1076681632213350597</id><published>2007-04-16T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:34:42.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Rich Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream. I dreamt that I was a teenage orphan whom a rich man adopted to keep his wife happy as they had lost their daughter 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good life, and everyone said I was the kindest and sweetest girl in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Mummy (my foster mother), had some doubts about me. Eventually a girl, Sally, jealous of me said she was the real daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was shocked, I did not treat her as an enemy. If Sally really is my foster parents’ daughter, I will just leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the final test. I had done well in my manners( just like the real daughter’s behaviour) and in my handwriting previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy had taken our DNA and checked. Daddy was sure I will be kicked out, so he gave me a cheque. The DNA result is finally out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foster parents looked at it and suddenly they gave me a bear hug. “You really are Simone!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up, realizing it was just a dream.&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/11417272-1076681632213350597?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1076681632213350597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=1076681632213350597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1076681632213350597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/1076681632213350597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/monday-16th-april-2007-my-rich-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-336622458388765278</id><published>2007-04-09T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:06:36.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Just So Story-How The Helmet Got Invented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened in a war long before you and I were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this man whose first name was Walter, last name Melon. He was a widower with seven children. They lived in a hilly region full of watermelon in the Fruit Kingdom. They ate watermelon for breakfast, lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was a newcomer to the village called Tomato. An argument broke out between the Fruit Kingdom and the Vegetable Kingdom over who Tomato should belong to. Neither kingdom was willing to give in, so the war began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombs were thrown everywhere, destroying hundreds of lives and cultivation. At that moment, Walter and his family were eating watermelon when he saw a bomb heading towards his direction. Terrified, they hid in the cellar. When the coast was clear, they emerged from their hiding place. To their surprise, their watermelon were still intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idea struck Walter. He quickly lined up his seven children from the shortest to the tallest. With a measuring tape, he quickly measured the size of their heads. He cut some watermelons, dug out the flesh and placed each shell on the heads of his children and himself. Just then, another bomb came, Walter closed his eyes and prayed hard that it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all eight of them survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few centuries later, the shell made out of watermelon was modified and that was how the helmet got invented.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-336622458388765278?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/336622458388765278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=336622458388765278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/336622458388765278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/336622458388765278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-so-story-how-helmet-got-invented.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-6156794370489794984</id><published>2007-03-30T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:46:57.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinderella, Cinderemma, Cinderbella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I am Cinderella’s stepmother, Stella. Every one thinks that I am a bad stepmother, but that is not true. Let me tell you the real story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my husband was still alive, Cinderella, being his only child, was a spoilt brat. She is rude and impolite . She enjoyed pulling my daughters’ (Cinderemma and Cinderbella) hiar and thought she could get away with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her father passed away, she continued to be haughty and thus I decided to punish her  by making her do household chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On bright and sunny day, an invitation to a ball came from the palace. Cinderemma and Cinderbella, having saved enough money to buy gowns, went shopping in town. They had finished their homework earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella refused to do her homework and household chores. She demanded for more allowance as she had spent all her money. She even said that she will entice the Prince into falling in love with her and then marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furious, I told her to finish all her work or else she could not go to the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella ran into her room, crying. Then she had an evil thought, “I will steal money from my stepmother.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stole all my savings and bought the most expensive and elegant dress in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that night of the ball, she sneaked out from the backdoor. At the ball, the Prince was bored with all the ordinary-looking girls. Cinderella’s appearance made him drool and they danced together all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting pure and innocent, she ran off at 12 midnight, deliberately leaving a glass slipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince started searching for her the next day. He went from house to house, looking for his dream girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he came to the last house, that is my house. My two daughters really liked the Prince and tried to wear the slipper. Unfortunately, their feet were too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Cinderella’s turn to try on the slipper and of course it fitted perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella and the Prince got married. A few years later, my daughters married two twin brothers who made an honest living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really glad about  it  as my sons-in-law had good character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Cinderella, she discovered the Prince was a flirt and went to nightclubs every night. Cinderella’s haughty behaviour had irritated the Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Cinderella and the Prince got divorced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-6156794370489794984?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6156794370489794984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=6156794370489794984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6156794370489794984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/6156794370489794984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/03/cinderella-cinderemma-cinderbella-hi-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-7243052528841922671</id><published>2007-03-30T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T05:26:17.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shao Nan Te Gong Dui</title><content type='html'>The night before last night, I dreamt of being on the Shao Nan Te Gong Dui show with 5566. The game I played was to buy a loaf of bread with dollar notes. I bought two loaves with a five dollar note. All the members of 5566 only had coins and I sold Wang Shao Wei one loaf (he is my idol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up that I had cheated with Wang Shao Wei and 5566 and I was treated to a bolt of electricity on the electric chair. How my hair stand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-7243052528841922671?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7243052528841922671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=7243052528841922671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7243052528841922671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/7243052528841922671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/03/shao-nan-te-gong-dui.html' title='Shao Nan Te Gong Dui'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-8760512106302810561</id><published>2007-03-01T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:01:29.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey it's holidays for me finally! Yes, one month of full relaxation, fun and time to catch up in my reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a bit depressed with my family law exams. Did not manage to finish it in time. Hope that I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just watched Hua Yang Shao Nian Shao Nu and it's great! Just like the modern Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Ying Tai ( of course, it is not a tragedy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella, Wu Jun and Da Tong are the main characters and JJ appeared for one episode as Ella's brother. Hee Hee, he looks so cute with glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's humourous and hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-8760512106302810561?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8760512106302810561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=8760512106302810561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/8760512106302810561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/8760512106302810561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-its-holidays-for-me-finally-yes-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-117143764121330173</id><published>2007-02-14T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:20:41.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J Star-Rock &amp; Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9j7CKPbOqA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9j7CKPbOqA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-117143764121330173?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/117143764121330173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=117143764121330173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/117143764121330173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/117143764121330173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/02/j-star-rock-roll.html' title='J Star-Rock &amp; Roll'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-117143715091619840</id><published>2007-02-14T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:12:30.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K One &amp; Ivy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQgHjUnmiJU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQgHjUnmiJU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-117143715091619840?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/117143715091619840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=117143715091619840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/117143715091619840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/117143715091619840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2007/02/k-one-ivy.html' title='K One &amp; Ivy'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-116235270846783928</id><published>2006-11-01T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T11:45:08.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law and Management Student’s Point of View</title><content type='html'>Saturday, 28 October 2006&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading a book titled, “Justice is Done”. It compiles some of the most interesting cases in Singapore. It is the written version of “True Files” and “Crime Watch”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been fascinated by how the police solve crimes and mysteries. From books by Enid Blyton to Agatha Christie, I have read a lot of mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I became a student of Law &amp; Management. It was Open House at Temasek Polytechnic. Someone passed me a flyer to look for a suspect involved in a murder. Then it was the talent show by the Law and Management students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering my interest in mysteries, I decided to choose Law and Management. It was quite different from what I expected.  I thought that it was like those Singapore dramas where the lawyers teamed up with the police officers to seek the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As legally trained people, we needed to believe in the client’s version of their stories and defend them with our best effort. Being in the legal profession is not as glamourous as people in the society thinks. We need to do lots of research and read through cases that may be at least ten pages long. Once, I read a 30-page case for my project and discovered that it was not relevant to my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the legal industry, you need have patience, human skills (e.g. communication skills), conceptual skills(problem solving skills) and lastly technical skills(good grasp of legal knowledge). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, having a positive attitude and the above skills should guide you on your way to success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-116235270846783928?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/116235270846783928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=116235270846783928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/116235270846783928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/116235270846783928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/law-and-management-students-point-of.html' title='Law and Management Student’s Point of View'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-116235265733763126</id><published>2006-11-01T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T11:44:17.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Jellies in my Café</title><content type='html'>Friday, 27 October 2006 is one of those days when I am lazy to do my homework which is due next week. So ta-da! Student turned kitchen maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has swept the floor before she left the house. My chore was to wash all the dishes on my day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing the dishes, I realized that 1 have not made any fruit jellies for almost six months. My grandma was saying that fruit jellies will be a perfect snack for both of us a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kept occupied as I rushed here and there to cook the jelly mixture and putting the cut canned peaches and longans into the moulds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied with my snacks, I started the boring routine of washing dishes. Then I daydreamed to serve my fruit jellies at a café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Homework Café was my idea for my entrepreneurship project. I happened to watch the news of a café where students can do homework without being disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I gave the café with a twist. Adding computers and reference books, it became a place for revision and the completion of project assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it seemed like something that I will probably achieve if I had enough capital. Maybe I will open such a café when I retire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-116235265733763126?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/116235265733763126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=116235265733763126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/116235265733763126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/116235265733763126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/fruit-jellies-in-my-caf.html' title='Fruit Jellies in my Café'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-116018916871320607</id><published>2006-10-07T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T10:46:08.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JY and It's Showtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been a tough time trying to conjure ideas for the competition in the creativity programme, 'It's Showtime'. Finally, I thought of a car pumping petrol before continuing his journey to his destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the end of the performance, I thought we would win. My relatives and some of my friends particpated. It was real cool to meet Kym Ng and Guo Liang. They were nice people. Kym cracked some jokes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was at back stage when I saw JY. He came towards me and I was thinking, " Why is he looking for me?" I was rather nervous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What he said surprised me. He was looking for a person to be a female lead in his new MV and he has chosen... ME! Nah, just joking. How will he chose a fatty! He thought one of my friends was suitable and he took her photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, it turned out that my friend was not the only one chosen. It turned out he took a stack of letters and post it. Well, it seems that the director and producer needs to choose the perfect one besides him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JY was a very nice person. However I still prefer his buddy JJ. Maybe it's the songs he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;I went into one of the rooms with my team when a person ran out. He was screaming, HELP!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then i saw snakes in the room. Immediately all of us jumped onto the table. HELP! HELP! WE NEED HELP!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I woke up and realised it was just a dream! Hee hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-116018916871320607?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/116018916871320607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=116018916871320607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/116018916871320607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/116018916871320607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/jy-and-its-showtime.html' title='JY and It&apos;s Showtime!'/><author><name>jan 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jikenbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8bZQHmJR7M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8bZQHmJR7M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-115778277864179413?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115778277864179413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=115778277864179413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/115778277864179413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Missed it last week. Okay, it ended and "Life Story" replaced it. Nothing better to watch so continued watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim Ah Lee, a ex-leper, is the main character. After he became a leper at a young age, his mother had trouble to take care of him and his other siblings. Later the doctor diagnosed his illness and told him his legs must be amputated in order to save his life. Imagine the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was depressed at the loss of his two legs. His mother brought him some toys on her last visit and promised to visit him soon. Months passed but there was no sign of his mother. A nurse went to his house and realised his family has moved away to an unknown place. This was his second setback but he tried to bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 years later, Ah Lee studied for his O levels and has been praised for a job well done by his boss. He met a pretty nurse while collecting his medicine and she praised him for studying in school. This is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told Ah Lee he needed another operation and has to delay his studies again. Ah Lee was angry but he still went for the operation. The nurse encouraged him by saying that he now has another year to prepare for O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ah Lee passed the O levels with flying colours, he rushed to tell the nurse his results. Seeing her chatting with a handsome doctor happily, he started to be cold towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lee was a kind person as he gave money to his friend in financial difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before Lunar New Year, Ah Lee did great calligraphy in chun lian. Later, he was told the home he lived in was going to close down after New Year and he was allocated to another home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt strange in such a place and a nurse called him Curry because there was someone called Ah Lee already. He was cold towards the nurse who saw his painting and told him there are courses he can take if he liked. Indeed, he took up drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lee discovered a greeting card competition after a while and got the application form. Being used to the hospital by now, he was slightly nicer to the nurse. The nurse discovered the form and asked him why he did not fill the form. It turns out Ah Lee thought that a disabled person should not join. The nurse tried to encourage him and later dared him which he accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, Ah Lee felt he was useless and the nurse gave him the competition's results. She said, "You did not win.....but you won third place," with a smile. He could not believe. Ah Lee went for a walk and saw a boy with an plush elephant. He thought about a old plush toy his mother gave him and was inspired to do a painting of an elephant which was well-recognised in the world. He also continued to join and win art competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lee said he wanted to prove to the other handicapped people that they are not useless at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His story touched me. I admit that I like to complain a lot so compared to him, my trioubles are just peanuts. One should be satisfied and appreciate what you have now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-115154941535981886?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115154941535981886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=115154941535981886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/115154941535981886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/115154941535981886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-life-story.html' title='It&apos;s a Life Story...'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-115138702374038268</id><published>2006-06-27T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:44:45.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so LUCKY!</title><content type='html'>Today I actually wanted to go to TP at 10am to do some research before going for lessons. Then I changed my mind and decided to leave at 11am instead in order to watch Travel Spies, a travel programme on Discovery Channel as the name suggested. The 3 hosts went undercover, visited two hotel-ranches thingy, and rate the hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11am, before I went out, I decided to check my handphone for calls and messages. I had missed Sandy's call but I read Dominic's message first. I was surprised-there was NO tutorial and instead we need to consult the project manager, Mr Mathavan for the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Sandy called and asked me to confirm with Dominic. As my team member, He did not only confirmed the message and also volunteered to arrange the meeting. Nice. Lucky I never go. I am so lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just waiting for his reply and watching 5 strangers(Travel Journalists, also known as TJs) who visit Cairns together in Discovery Travel and Living's 5 Takes. Cool programme and I learnt a lot. My favorite TJ is culture vulture Renee. She has a interesting personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think the Discovery Channel are for geeks but not totally true. Discovery Travel and Living is also about culture and travel. I love the programmes as I understand more about the world. It is impossible for me to travel all over the world in my life. So for places I can't go, I get a view about it on my comfy chair and slurp my milo as I understand life in such places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot, and as the Looney Tunes say at the end, 'That's All, Folks!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-115138702374038268?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115138702374038268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=115138702374038268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/115138702374038268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/115138702374038268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-so-lucky.html' title='I am so LUCKY!'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-114992384428788282</id><published>2006-06-10T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:00:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Mermaid And Her Prince</title><content type='html'>Today my aunt's friends, Damien and Ariel, came over to my house to teach the 4 sisters(Mum, Aunt Irene, Aunt Zelda &amp; Aunt Lindsay) to make their own pizza, clam chowder, spaghetti, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first joke I made was of course calling Damien 'Prince' to tease Ariel about Disney's favourite sea princess, 'The Little Mermaid'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing olive oil, I asked her why Popeye hate the French(should be Italian) and the answer is because they eat olive oil(Olive Oyl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sounded lame but this brings us closer to becoming friends. Wouln't you make friends with a person that makes you smile? Unless you are a ICE QUEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the food is delitious &amp;amp; scrumplicious(scrumptious +delicious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! Hope Mum will make some of these goodies in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-114992384428788282?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114992384428788282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=114992384428788282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114992384428788282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114992384428788282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-mermaid-and-her-prince.html' title='The Little Mermaid And Her Prince'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-114985543121608021</id><published>2006-06-09T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:17:11.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe It or Not!</title><content type='html'>The following statement is the truth, the only truth and nothing but the truth:&lt;br /&gt;Today an idiot called Jan (THAT'S ME!) swallowed half a fishball! The fishball was at the edge of my throat falling down soon so I swallowed it. Luckily, nothing happened. I was not choked and could even continue my lunch. It's a good thing I was so used to eating big tablets of medicine that my throat developed into a large tube for the fishball to be swallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should join Ripley's Believe It or Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-114985543121608021?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114985543121608021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=114985543121608021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114985543121608021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114985543121608021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/06/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe It or Not!'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-114837406981851267</id><published>2006-05-23T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:47:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick in bed</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I nearly had an asthma attack in school. Due to the bad weather, I had difficulty breathing and had to take my medication every four hours. When I went home, my grandma was shocked to see me looking 'blur'. Hot soup went down my throat and she advised me to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the night passed without a stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, 5.30am, Jan's House.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a pain in my stomach. Consuming some Chinese medicine before going back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00am, Tampines Polyclinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is so unbearable that I can't attend school.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a doctor in Polyclinic.&lt;br /&gt;Spent 2 hours there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00am, Back at Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my medicine. The one in liquid form...Yucks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I spent my day being sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-114837406981851267?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114837406981851267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=114837406981851267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114837406981851267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114837406981851267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick-in-bed.html' title='Sick in bed'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-114774263312133875</id><published>2006-05-16T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:23:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrepreurship</title><content type='html'>It has been some time since my last entry. Nothing interesting really happened. But my entrepreuership project has provided me with some sweet thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I should open a bookshop, just like the one Meg Ryan owns in the movie, You've got mail. It seems to be nice and wonderful, until I got a part-time job in Times Bookshop. It was disasterous as I arranged and rearranged the books in the children's section every day. Suddenly, I realised it was not easy to maintain a bookshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second entrepreuership idea popped up when I started watching shows about pets: I should open a petshop. However when I discover some dogs have skin diseases, I was afraid and scared that I would hurt them. No offence to pet owners. So idea #2 disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become an entrepreuer is hard work so you have to think hard what you want to do. Looking out for the benefits and disadvantages helps you. You have to spend a lot of effort, time and money before you succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for successful entrepreuers, I salute to you for a job well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-114774263312133875?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114774263312133875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=114774263312133875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114774263312133875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114774263312133875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/05/entrepreurship.html' title='Entrepreurship'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-114471814442657130</id><published>2006-04-11T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:17:12.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death on the Nile</title><content type='html'>This is my second plate of chocolate chip cookies for Snoopy Fan, Jan. I mean this is the second book I have finished in 2 weeks’ time after the first book I have read, Death on the Nile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young, rich and beautiful woman Linnet Ridgeway and her husband has been stalked by Linnet’s best friend, Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Jackie’s ex-boyfriend, Simon, is Linnet’s husband. U know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;Linnet has stolen Jackie’s man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stalking business has been annoying Linnet and she seeks help from Mr. Hercule Poirot, a famous detective on vacation. When the stalking ceases to annoy Linnet, a drunk Jackie shot Simon’s leg, The next thing we know is that Linnet was dead. Murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how could Jackie kill Linnet when she was in a shock and accompanied by someone’s nurse? Who stole the expensive pearl necklance Linnet has been showing off? Suddenly, there are many secrets among the suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Mr. Poirot solve the mystery? You just have to read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death on the Nile is an mystery which has a surprising ending as we have a perfect crime to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-114471814442657130?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114471814442657130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=114471814442657130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114471814442657130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114471814442657130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/04/death-on-nile.html' title='Death on the Nile'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-114471693353301788</id><published>2006-04-11T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T08:56:36.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masterpieces In Miniature: The Detectives</title><content type='html'>Since the beginning of the holidays, I have been engrossed in Agatha Christie’s mystery novels. The latest edition to my collection,titled “Masterpieces In Miniature: The Detectives”, is about 4.3 cm thick. Imagine the thickness, the beauty, the addiction for a mystery fanatic like me. It’s like placing a big juicy meat bone in front of a dog, or giving Snoopy a dog bowl full of chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting as I finally meet the rest of the detectives created the famous novelist. I was so engrossed that I forgot the existence of TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker Pyne is an detective whose job is to cure the unhappiness of people. This seems so magical and hilarious. Too bad it is only a story, I would ask him to give me a mystery to solve just like Kindaichi, a famous detective in Japanese comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley Quin is a tall, dark, mysterious man with seemingly magical powers. The stories are told through the eyes of Mr. Satterthwaite. It feels strange as I think Mr. Satterthwaite is the one who solved the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hercule Poirot is a Belgian private detective who has solved many puzzling mysteries while Miss Jane Marple is a sweet old lady and the premier crime-solver in the village of St. Mary’s Mead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished the book in 2 weeks time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-114471693353301788?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114471693353301788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=114471693353301788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114471693353301788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114471693353301788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/04/masterpieces-in-miniature-detectives.html' title='Masterpieces In Miniature: The Detectives'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-114173511151812899</id><published>2006-03-07T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:39:41.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Joke From The Fan of Snoopism</title><content type='html'>ok, this crazy Snoopism fan has got bored as she has no inspiration to write. Thus i wrote this boring joke 4 fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been days since I had news about you.&lt;br /&gt;Had been thinking about you for days&lt;br /&gt;Looked for you in TP,&lt;br /&gt;Tampines &amp; Orchard Road&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot find you&lt;br /&gt;You little puppy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try SPCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Just a boring joke to amuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not beat me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-114173511151812899?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114173511151812899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=114173511151812899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114173511151812899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114173511151812899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/03/boring-joke-from-fan-of-snoopism.html' title='Boring Joke From The Fan of Snoopism'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-114120374446523668</id><published>2006-03-01T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:03:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm back! Oh Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How you like my new blog look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This really shows out my cartoony side and my deep luv 4 Snoopy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Update me on the latest sites of Snoopism!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-114120374446523668?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/114120374446523668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=114120374446523668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114120374446523668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/114120374446523668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-everyone-im-back-oh-yeah-how-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-113936554518369936</id><published>2006-02-08T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:25:45.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year to All!</title><content type='html'>hello long time no see! Wishing you a prosperous new year and another 365 days of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy with my projects thus I rarely wrote posts. Sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have completed my projects, the exams are coming. Therefore I will have to slog hard in order to pass my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I will be away from the blog for a while. *Waaaaah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back soon, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy Chinese new year to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-113936554518369936?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/113936554518369936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=113936554518369936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113936554518369936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113936554518369936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-chinese-new-year-to-all.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year to All!'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-113653768437559260</id><published>2006-01-06T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:54:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>hi! sorry that i did not post anything besides puzzles. I was busy and may not write a lot. So I beg 4 ur mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-113653768437559260?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/113653768437559260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=113653768437559260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113653768437559260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113653768437559260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-113653738382927885</id><published>2006-01-06T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:49:43.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THe chiCken tat waS cheap Was The Best Gift But not ThE EXpeNSIve onE</title><content type='html'>My cousin sent me this joke which I want to share with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three rich brothers each wanted to do something special for their elderly mother on Mother's Day. The first brother bought her a huge house. The second brother gave her a limousine, with a driver. The third brother remembered that his mother used to love to read the Bible, but couldn't see well anymore, so he got her a specially trained parrot that could recite any verse from the Bible on demand. Soon, the brothers received thank-you notes from their mother. The first son's note said, "The house you bought me is much too big! I only live in a small part of it, but I have to clean the whole thing!" The second son got a note that said, "I rarely leave the house anymore, so I hardly use the limo you gave me. And when I do use it, the driver is so rude!" The third son's note said, "My darling baby boy, you know just what your mother loves! The chicken was delicious!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-113653738382927885?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/113653738382927885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=113653738382927885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113653738382927885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113653738382927885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2006/01/chicken-tat-was-cheap-was-best-gift.html' title='THe chiCken tat waS cheap Was The Best Gift But not ThE EXpeNSIve onE'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-113564862796588277</id><published>2005-12-27T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:57:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire, Fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Mum &amp; I was outside shopping at NTUC. When I came home, I sniffed and told my Mum that someone was making syrup for candy floss. When we opened the door. I was shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Flames of fire was burning up my kitchen. My Mum tried to put out the fire while I ran upstairs to my parents' bedroom and yelled for my Dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Grandma and I went ouside of my house and asked the neighbours to call for the fire-engine. then my Mum came out and said it was not necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For an hour I was speechless as I was recovering from my shock. We also found out the reason of the fire, apparently, someone cooked sugar syrup and forgot to turnoff the fire and went out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What a horrible nightmare!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-113564862796588277?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/113564862796588277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=113564862796588277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113564862796588277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113383719632662486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/12/sun-yan-zi-first-day_05.html' title='Sun Yan Zi-First Day'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-113383674377638479</id><published>2005-12-06T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T10:39:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Little *Ring! 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Ring!*'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-113305821974167545</id><published>2005-11-28T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:23:39.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoopy Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;EMBED allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://six.flash-gear.com/npuz/puz.php?c=f&amp;o=1&amp;id=448730&amp;k=9753122&amp;s=60&amp;w=240&amp;h=300" quality=high wmode=transparent scale=noscale salign=LT bgcolor="FFFFFF" WIDTH="390" HEIGHT="450" NAME="puz352759" ALIGN="" TYPE="application/x-shockwave-flash" PLUGINSPAGE="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-113305821974167545?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/113305821974167545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=113305821974167545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113305821974167545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113305821974167545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/11/snoopy-puzzle.html' title='Snoopy Puzzle'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-113098953796605063</id><published>2005-11-03T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:45:38.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/snoopy_trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/320/snoopy_trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hiya Everyone! I am Back from my Malaysia trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's the same old stuff again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Shopping at pasar malam( night markets) in KL( Kuala Lumpur) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Shopping at malls in KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So I bought some great stuff :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3. Drink lots of Soft drinks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4. Eat All the YUMMY food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So I put on weight again... Stop giggling :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. I went for some rides in the Famous Genting Outdoor Theme Park:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyclone 2X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Space Shot 2X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;( After that I vomitted... due to the earlier giddyness on the winding roads of the mountain &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the Space Shot rides)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rolling Thunder Mine Train 4X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;( I went on 3 hourly rides. On the 2nd ride, the person operating the ride was too slow and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the train stopped too far so I got an extra ride)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's a pity some rides are closed due to the mist and for renovation. There was a new ride called Flying Coaster. It looks scary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ratings(*****)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cyclone ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Space Shot ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rolling Thunder Mine Train *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So far the trip is enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-113098953796605063?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/113098953796605063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=113098953796605063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113098953796605063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113098953796605063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/11/hiya-everyone-i-am-back-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-113032140914906220</id><published>2005-10-27T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:25:16.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes! Yes! Yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/Cow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/320/Cow4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes! Yes! Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today I spent all my time reading a law book and finally finish the whole book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Now, my next challenge is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Read finish the second law book I got as a prize. Hope I can finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I also hope to write a story. I will put it on the blog if I think it is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-113032140914906220?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/113032140914906220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=113032140914906220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113032140914906220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113032140914906220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/10/yes-yes-yes.html' title='Yes! Yes! Yes!'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-113021661766379854</id><published>2005-10-25T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:55:25.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My holidays are almost over...Sad *Sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's not a good thing at all! I did not accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am supposed to finish reading my new books or work on a new story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yet I ended up watching TV, sleep, eat, playing my GameBoy and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I wonder have I become lazy pig? Tell me if I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-113021661766379854?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/113021661766379854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=113021661766379854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113021661766379854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/113021661766379854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/10/lazy-gal.html' title='Lazy Gal'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-112891860411726138</id><published>2005-10-11T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:40:48.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Mystery Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="c112851484897719127"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am looking for the mystery person who left a comment on "A Heavenly Breakfast",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you know who it is!!! .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Message To "You know who it is" : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Can you leave me a comment on this post? I have asked a lot of people and still can't figure out who you are. I really want to know who are you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.M.C. confectionery, also known as Chin Mei Chin Confectionery, is located in Katong. It is a few minutes walk from an old run-down red building that used to be a famous bakery. The confectionery looks like an old coffee shop. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-112891860411726138?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/112891860411726138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=112891860411726138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112891860411726138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112891860411726138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/10/looking-for-mystery-person.html' title='Looking for Mystery Person'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-112805624085580775</id><published>2005-10-01T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:58:20.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A heavenly breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/muffin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/320/muffin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/joe_chef.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/320/joe_chef.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;An old coffeeshop... old fashioned furniture... a place to eat traditional breakfast....Seems ordinary don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting part is... You have to queue for the seats and the food. You probably think this happens on a weekend morning at around 9-10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you are definitely wrong. This happens every day at 7.30am when the C.M.C. confectionery starts its business. All the pasteries are baked on that very day they sell them. The old bakers baked the pasteries twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine steaming hot buns, with kaya and butter spreaded; or the delicious cream puffs; crispy curry puffs, accompanied by hot coffee and tea. Are you drooling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I was there this morning. I loved this fufiling breakfast and even had take-aways for lunch. It was so yummy, some people eat there every day. Boy am I addicted to the cream puffs, just like Garfield with lagsana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I told my grandma we must eat there again. Yummy! Yummy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-112805624085580775?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/112805624085580775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=112805624085580775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112805624085580775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112805624085580775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/09/heavenly-breakfast.html' title='A heavenly breakfast'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-112746247826388712</id><published>2005-09-23T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T16:06:14.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My EXAM Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/320/peanuts_snoopyani1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/320/happyeverthing1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/happyeverthing.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My examination results are finally out. I had been worrying since the end of the exams. Am I going to pass? Or I flunked instead? Drum roll please….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Principles Of Management (POM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Computer Systems &amp; Applications (CSA)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Legal communication Skills 1 (L Com Skills 1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Microeconomics (MicroEcons) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Legal Systems &amp;amp; Methods 1 (LSM1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;C+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Applied Principles For Effective Learning 1 (APEL 1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I did quite OK actually. What a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I started to go swimming. I had body aches for the first few days but getting more enjoyable every time. I hope I will lose weight and become healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all Folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-112746247826388712?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/112746247826388712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=112746247826388712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112746247826388712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112746247826388712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-exam-results.html' title='My EXAM Results'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-112632012214342998</id><published>2005-09-11T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:42:02.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation begins now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/snoopynap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/320/snoopynap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Hello! I am back feeling great and happy. Why? I have finished my exams finally! What a relief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So you ask how well I did for my exam? Not very well. I hope I can pass. *Sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now I am having my vacation... So nice to laze around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reading, watch tv, sleeping... Lovely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday I got a letter from National Arts Council. I did not win the writing competition. Never mind. I will try harder next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-112632012214342998?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/112632012214342998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=112632012214342998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112632012214342998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112632012214342998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/09/vacation-begins-now.html' title='Vacation begins now...'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-112549764672778781</id><published>2005-09-01T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:14:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Superstar Can Relieve Stress???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/star1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/320/star1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For the past 5 months, whenever you mention to S’poreans about Channel U, they will discuss about Project Superstar. Gals will dream about their Prince Charming in the show while guys drool over the beauties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;One contestant they will definitely talk about will be Wei Lian, a visually impaired guy with a marvelous voice. Some people think that he became the champion of the male division because he got votes from people out of sympathy. I beg to differ. In my opinion, a Superstar should have a good voice and charisma. Don’t you agree, Wei Lian’s Fans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What was my point? Am I only talking about the show? Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Project Superstar accompanied me through the first few months of TP. Being a perfectionist and a worrywart, I was stressed as I would stutter during oral presentation and worried about t my English. At a point, I wanted to quit Law and Management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wei Lian’s bravery to join this singing competition, which is the apple of the media’s eye temporarily ( This gives them a lot of stuff to cover), touched me. I remember my tears rolling down my cheeks as I heard him sing. If he was brave, should I be braver to overcome this minor (to me, it seems to be a major at that point of time) obstacle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before watching the show, I was feeling presurrised because of my coming exams. As I wastched how Wei Lian and Kelly( the female champion for the female division) survived the competition, my mind switched on the sweet memories of TP I experienced. I might have regretted if I quit the course earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Now back to Project Superstar. All 24 popular contestants are already winners when they emerged from the 4000 people who auditioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To Wei Lian and Kelly: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No matter who wins, shine as brightly as you can on your starry night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To my favourite idols, Jun Yang and Sin Huey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You guys had done your best. To us fans, you are our superstar. We hope to see you as newcomers to the music industry when we see you on TV again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-112549764672778781?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/112549764672778781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=112549764672778781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112549764672778781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112549764672778781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/08/project-superstar-can-relieve-stress.html' title='Project Superstar Can Relieve Stress???'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-112522947664359318</id><published>2005-08-28T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:44:36.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What BAD luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Previously, I entered a writing competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The days dragged on as I waited for the results for the next 6 months. As time flew, I was getting more and more disatisfied with my entry. There seemed to be many mistakes in my entry and I was dumping my confidence into the dustbin( Meaning:I lost my confidence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Two weeks ago, I received an e-mail that set my heart racing. The link was "Notification of RESULTS". When I opened the e-mail, my first word was...&lt;br /&gt;"Huarry!" ( Please read on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have to wait till 26th August for the results. Ha Ha! ( this writer is sulking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today I checked my e-mail and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not receive any e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now i am really discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To see how I fare although I didn't win ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be on 1st September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hope I did a OKAy job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my results did not put my hopes on a bird and fly away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-112522947664359318?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/112522947664359318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=112522947664359318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112522947664359318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112522947664359318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-bad-luck.html' title='What BAD luck!'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-112356502829655826</id><published>2005-08-09T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T20:28:46.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem Dedicated to My Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/Baby_face1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/320/Baby_face1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem for Mother's Day. &lt;br /&gt;This poem describes the sufferings &lt;br /&gt;mothers gone through in bringing us up. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you people will not take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate what you have and&lt;br /&gt;You will not live your life with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January 1986&lt;br /&gt;A pregnant woman named Ivy went into labour&lt;br /&gt;She spent 24 hours trying to give birth&lt;br /&gt;But her baby still hid in her stomach&lt;br /&gt;The baby came out on 17th of the month as the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy later decided not to have any more babies&lt;br /&gt;As her first baby, Jan Had asthma&lt;br /&gt;From nursery to primary school&lt;br /&gt;Jan admitted hospital every month&lt;br /&gt;Poor Ivy spent her days feeding her medicine and buns&lt;br /&gt;Jan was naughty and always gives her trouble while having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jan entered secondary school&lt;br /&gt;She thought it was cool to be No. 1 in class&lt;br /&gt;Jan pressured herself and cries when she fails to reach her goal&lt;br /&gt;Ivy comforted her but secretly wail&lt;br /&gt;Since she hate to see her princess use her eyes to drool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jan was 19 and knew Ivy’s trouble&lt;br /&gt;And decided to make up to her by double&lt;br /&gt;She wants to give Ivy a good life&lt;br /&gt;By having a swimming pool full of hundred dollar bills to dive in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Jan can do now is nothing much&lt;br /&gt;She only can say she loves her mummy very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother’s Day, Mummy&lt;br /&gt;I hope you won’t think me as a blur dummy  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-112356502829655826?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/112356502829655826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=112356502829655826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112356502829655826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112356502829655826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/08/poem-dedicated-to-my-mother.html' title='A Poem Dedicated to My Mother'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-112332886023528837</id><published>2005-08-06T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:47:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures I found  on 6th August 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/Pet%20Puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/400/Pet%20Puppy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/Puppy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/400/Puppy.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/Pets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/400/Pets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/5566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/400/5566.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/1600/hands.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6693/925/400/hands.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-112332886023528837?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/112332886023528837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=112332886023528837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112332886023528837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/112332886023528837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-pictures-i-found-on-6th-august.html' title='Some pictures I found  on 6th August 2005'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-111961279879195771</id><published>2005-06-25T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:13:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to fail...</title><content type='html'>Today I had an open-book test. You might think it was a easy test. Nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so difficult that I just want to pray that I will pass. But things still don't seem so optismistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My friends did not look very happy either. Well, I tried my best. What's done cannot be undone. Hope I can do it better next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-111961279879195771?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111961279879195771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=111961279879195771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111961279879195771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111961279879195771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-going-to-fail.html' title='I&apos;m going to fail...'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-111918194327290125</id><published>2005-06-20T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:11:17.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much dairy products can cause stomach cramps</title><content type='html'>I am a dairy product lover. From milk to cheese, there is almost nothing dairy I don't eat. (Moo)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, I had stomach cramps which I try to cure by chinese medicine and herbal tea. Alas it soon got worse and I started  to have  diarrhoea. I popped in and out of the toilet frequently during the late hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a M.C.  to see a doctor at the polyclinic on last Monday and felt better within days. But missing classes was definitely not a good thing as I need to have make-up lessons. sigh... Next time I better don't eat too much dairy products.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-111918194327290125?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111918194327290125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=111918194327290125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111918194327290125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111918194327290125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/06/too-much-dairy-products-can-cause.html' title='Too much dairy products can cause stomach cramps'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-111526284317167034</id><published>2005-05-06T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:25:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TPSU Workshop</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning, 7 o'clock, I woke up and prepared myself for the workshop where I get to make friends and familiarise myself with TP (Temasek Polytechnic, in case you don't know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrive there, I did a survey for a senior and she led me to the sports complex. I checked the noticeboard for my empire which is Argon. I gave them my consent form and found my sub-empire to be Arez(pronounce as R-S). Then I grabbed a T-shirt from another senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely and found a girl in my empire alone and made friends with Sijia who has a twin. Cool. I wish I have a twin. Then not so lonely 'cause I only child. When the empire breaks up to sub-empires, I met Karen and Yvonne who had friends in the same poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had cheers, learn mass dance, and did a scavenger hunt around Tampines Central. Our GLs(I think it means group leaders) are nice and humourous so thumbs up for them. Yet, besides the two seniors, Jasper and Daniel, no one else is in Law and Management. Huda is a friendly GL, I like her as my senior. Grace, also known as Sunshine, said I had a loud voice and told me to preserve it for the cheers. Boy am I happy, that I will do a jig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the scavenger hunt, I fell sick so when we went back to the poly, one GL ask who not feeling well and he ask if I can bear with it for 30 minutes and I nodded. When I went home, I was so tired, I lie on the bed for 15 minutes' rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing came out, Argon is first for scoring 188 points. Hip, hip, Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I am sick, so never go today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-111526284317167034?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111526284317167034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=111526284317167034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111526284317167034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111526284317167034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/05/tpsu-workshop.html' title='TPSU Workshop'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-111525687315112767</id><published>2005-05-03T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:23:05.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Holiday In Sunny Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Hiya Everyone! I'm back from my holidays from Malaysia. OH my god!From Singapore to KL to Penang, it is so hot man. Not hot as in cool and fun, but hot as in sweat until my whole body is wet. So I take 3 to 4 showers a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop, shop, shop... Shop until you collaspe. From little shops to big shopping centres, you can get a lot of stuff loh. Being chubby, buying clothes in Singapore is difficult, but slightly easier in Malaysia. I got myself two pairs of shoes and some t-shirts and look at bags with sad puppy eyes. How come the bags I like so expansive but the bags I don't fancy so cheap? Must be quality control, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the long drive, we stop at stations to go toilet and grab a bite. Usually, I just sip soft drinks and never touch the food. But this time at one station, I saw some yummy, crispy roti prata and ate two big ones.Grrr... (This writer now hungry, haven't eat dinner yet). But got one station so dirty loh, so many flies that the cleaner sweep at one place, five minutes later must sweep again that place loh! So much difference, like heaven and hell loh.&lt;br /&gt;Rating out of 5 stars:Food** Shopping ****  Hotel *** Overall ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-111525687315112767?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111525687315112767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=111525687315112767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111525687315112767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111525687315112767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunny-holiday-in-sunny-malaysia.html' title='Sunny Holiday In Sunny Malaysia'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-111448611982349857</id><published>2005-04-26T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:18:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tomorrow will always be better"</title><content type='html'>Yeah! I finally completed my short story! Huarry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the past one month writing a short story for the "Golden Point Award-Short Story" competition organised by the National Arts Council. This is the first time I wrote a 3000-word short story and I am very pleased with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  story named "Tomorrow will always be  better" is about  a teacher and a student who get along very well and then discover that they were sisters. The student, Ying faces a lot of problems and is consoled by the teacher, Sharon who uses the old saying, "Tomorrow will always be better" to encourage her. The  moral of the story is to look ahead in life no matter how bad things are.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to use this moral by my father who always encourages me and my mother who consoles me when I am upset.  Boy, I hope I will win the competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-111448611982349857?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111448611982349857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=111448611982349857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111448611982349857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111448611982349857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/04/tomorrow-will-always-be-better.html' title='&quot;Tomorrow will always be better&quot;'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-111422065928960813</id><published>2005-04-24T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T09:45:36.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am jealous of Olinda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay. This  is  a  interesting  week  as  I  dreamt  of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Olinda  from  Singapore Idol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;last night  after  dreaming  about&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wilbur Pan Wei Bo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;on Wednesday night. This time Olinda was my classmate in school. She was sweet and lovely. I was kind of jealous of her as she beat me in everything-academic studies, sports, art and especially singing. She was the lead singer in a band of our school. How could you not be jealous of such a perfect girl?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-111422065928960813?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111422065928960813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=111422065928960813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111422065928960813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111422065928960813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-jealous-of-olinda.html' title='I am jealous of Olinda!'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-111421987393613672</id><published>2005-04-22T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:15:59.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming  about  Pan  Wei  Bo</title><content type='html'>Last  night,  I fell  asleep  while  hearing  Wilbur  Pan  Wei  Bo's  WUHA. I dreamt  I  was  a MC  for  Wilbur's  autograph  session. He  was  humourous  and  nice.He liked  Singapore  a  lot.He  hanged  out  at  a  mall for  a  while  before  leaving  for  Taiwan.Boy,  if  my  Wibur-crazy  cousin  had  this  dream,  she  will  be  delighted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-111421987393613672?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111421987393613672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=111421987393613672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111421987393613672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111421987393613672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/04/dreaming-about-pan-wei-bo.html' title='Dreaming  about  Pan  Wei  Bo'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-111205824121614949</id><published>2005-03-30T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T09:53:00.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Results for Polytechnic</title><content type='html'>I can't wait! I can't wait! I can't wait to know what course I am enrolled in and in which polytechnic! (Yet this writer spent 3 hours to log in the MOE website.) Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! I am enrolled in Temasek Polytechnic and the course I will be in is...(drumroll please) Law and Management! Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what I would have writen on 23 March '05 except that my computer was down. Now that my computer is almost ok, I finally can surf the net and read my e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Law and Management sparked a interest in me when I first went to the TP Open House. The flyers attracted me as they were well writen and could capture one's interest perfectly. I left early as I sprained my ankle. Too bad, I think the progammes would be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I felt bored. Besides reading and watching tv, there is nothing to do. I am a terrible computer player. Guess I will write post once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-111205824121614949?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111205824121614949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=111205824121614949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111205824121614949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111205824121614949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-results-for-polytechnic.html' title='My Results for Polytechnic'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-111079020484825199</id><published>2005-03-15T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T16:50:04.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My O' Level Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is such a nice day. My cousin came to stay at my house and we had great fun painting a rabbit, our eyes never left the cute figurine until we finished our task.  Then I saw two familar faces&lt;/span&gt; in a chinese newspaper article- it was Roi Cheng and Qianling, my classmate from St. Francis. I was full of envy, he scored 5As while she scored 4As. I suddenly remember my results. I dare say I did rather well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Physics                    C6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;English Literature B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Chinese                   B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;English                    B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Chemistry              B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mathematics         A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My memory of registering for a course in Polytechnic floated by. It was difficult to complete the registration as there is a massive traffic jam caused by too many people registering at the same time. I woke up at five in the morning just to do this task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I picked business-related courses from 4 polytechnics, Temasek Polytechnic as my first choice. I was kind of disappointed I can't get into TP Mass Com. Maybe my dream to be a writer will be fufilled at much later stages of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-111079020484825199?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111079020484825199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=111079020484825199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111079020484825199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111079020484825199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-o-level-results.html' title='My O&apos; Level Results'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11417272.post-111072318615605957</id><published>2005-03-14T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:13:06.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. Jan here. Today I finally decided to make my own blog. After looking around, I think Blogspot is the best. Hurray for Blogspot! &lt;zzzzzzz......&gt; The Writer fell asleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11417272-111072318615605957?l=jangoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/feeds/111072318615605957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11417272&amp;postID=111072318615605957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111072318615605957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11417272/posts/default/111072318615605957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jangoh.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-first-blog-entry.html' title='My First Blog Entry'/><author><name>jan goh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05834711280022831137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
