tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27330938.post-1153153519690331582006-07-17T22:22:00.000+07:002006-07-22T08:02:02.516+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6608/2875/1600/gallery%20155.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6608/2875/320/gallery%20155.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Another idea of the host. Unless you drew a picture of yourselves, you weren't allowed to step your feet beyond the door. Ah....only creative people could get in. Jan decided to swop drawing skills of each other.<br /><br />I started. Almost a little confused- da vinci code-sort of work, I managed to complete this mission impossible task. It wasn't too bad. He started. I found myself looked like a man (!)<div class="blogger-post-footer">life of Jess Tansutat</div>rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702934629406200344noreply@blogger.com