<?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-37875572</id><updated>2012-01-28T12:12:33.812+08:00</updated><category term='Makan-makan'/><category term='Taggies'/><category term='Leisure'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='On Behalf'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Conversation'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='About rabbit'/><category term='Memes/ Tags'/><category term='Miscellaneous'/><category term='What?'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Depressed'/><category term='College Life'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Sponsored Post'/><title type='text'>www.feon-rabbit.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-5377885401010287749</id><published>2009-06-17T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:21:53.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>Old archives bring memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spent some time going through my archives just now and indeed, all the memories started coming back to me. And it feels like I am getting older and older because those memories seem so far away from me now *darks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know for some of the posts in my archives, I don't even remember myself writing it. So it is actually quite fun to be able to read through my own writings, to look at some old pictures, and to realise how childish I was (or maybe still am hmph!). I laughed at myself for being silly in some of the posts, and I wonder where on earth did I get the courage to post all those silly and funny and ugly pictures of myself just to gain readers. But it all seems to be quite a good memory to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you have the habit of reading through your old entries and see if you have grown into someone else now? Someone better, perhaps? :)&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/37875572-5377885401010287749?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/5377885401010287749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=5377885401010287749&amp;isPopup=true' title='82 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5377885401010287749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5377885401010287749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-archives-bring-memories.html' title='Old archives bring memories'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>82</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-9204815533646383858</id><published>2009-06-04T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:10:34.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>Sudden inspirasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It took me less than a minute to sign in to my blogspot account even though I haven't been here for quite some while so, yay! (Yay because this proves that I am still quite a genius boohoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway how is everyone doing! *shouts into the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I am already an adult because I am now working from 8.30 - 5.30pm boohoo. In fact I have already gotten the confirmation letter from my boss so lets NOT count how long I have not been updating this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few friends of mine asked why this blog is no longer updated, and I always reply by saying that life is getting really busy la, no time la, needs to sleep la, needs to poo la, needs to act cute la boohoo and tonnes of other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the actual truth is because I think I am not really pretty already these days so there's no point blogging since I cannot be bimbo already boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eh why don't you go click my archives and see if I really look good when I was like 6 months younger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a second thought there's no need to do so. Just scroll down a bit and you could probably see my 6 months old picture already *darks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then right, a friend of mine asked why I haven't deleted this blog since I am neglecting it for so long already. Was it because of the memories, he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! What if all of a sudden I have some inspiration to start blogging again, just like now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my inspiration just went off so siaran tergendala boohoo&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/37875572-9204815533646383858?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/9204815533646383858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=9204815533646383858&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/9204815533646383858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/9204815533646383858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2009/06/sudden-inspirasi.html' title='Sudden inspirasi'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-5847143504373805073</id><published>2009-01-01T22:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:31:31.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressed'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>2009, while everyone is happily celebrating away, I made myself the saddest person in the world.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First I watched "10 Promises to My Dog" in the midnight, and I cried myself silly from the beginning till the end. No I am not joking, I am really emo like that. In fact I started having tears in my eyes when I read the synopsis of the movie on the pirated dvd cover before watching the movie. Have you watched it yet? Go watch! It's very touching! When the movie ended I had very strong urge to hug the boyfriend and his dog, Ronnie. But its 4am in the morning, so, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SVzhU4ynTCI/AAAAAAAAD5I/BZajncYgnE8/s1600-h/DSC02870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SVzhU4ynTCI/AAAAAAAAD5I/BZajncYgnE8/s400/DSC02870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286347811584429090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And god knows what came later at night. While I was on my way home with the boyfriend and his Ronnie tightly hugged in my arms, waiting for the traffic light to turn green, I almost screamed my lungs out when I witnessed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white, furry dog got hit by a car right in front of my eyes, a few lanes beside where I was. As in, I dont know how he (I assume its a "he") ended up wandering on the road but I saw how he got hit by the car, and how he sort of rolled like, a round, after getting hit. Ronnie must have felt how tight I held him then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it wasn't bad enough, another car came up and hit the poor dog again because he couldnt move at all by then. Twice! Can you imagine a small dog like that being hit twice?! Though he didnt seem to bleed, but just imagine the pain that he was going through. I am pretty sure he had internal injuries. And I just... I just cant describe how I felt.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SVzfvzpmM8I/AAAAAAAAD5A/y0HiicMPHbQ/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SVzfvzpmM8I/AAAAAAAAD5A/y0HiicMPHbQ/s400/DSC01986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346075037643714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the light turn green. But the poor dog was still lying there on the same lane. And i don't fucking understand how these drivers did not even bother to stop after hitting him! If only the first driver were to stop after hitting him, the following cars would have slowed down and wouldnt have hit him too. And by then, maybe there were still some chance for him to survive. But no! No one bother to do so, not even those on the other lanes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend then got down of the car, wanted to carry the dog and send him to the vet, or at least, he was trying to shoo him away from continue lying there. I was really worried and I sort of stopped him from going cos I was afraid that he would just run to the middle of the road and then some blind drivers were probably gonna hit him too. But the boyfriend was so worried for the dog he just got down of the car despite us hogging the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because it was a 3-lane-road, and the poor dog was lying there in the middle lane with cars going at very fast speed, all we could do were to stand by the road side trying to ask the dog to come to us, or to go to the other side of the road. Then the dog stood up and went to the other side of the road, and then only the boyfriend got into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a petrol station on the other side of the road, and when the poor dog went in there, there were 2 fucking stupid men there chasing him out from the station. Fuck them! Its not like the dog would harm them or bite them! And then the poor dog had to come out from that station onto the road again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldnt do anything as we couldnt make a u-turn immediately. As soon as we were allowed to do so, we went to the opposite of the road, trying to look for the dog in the hope that he could still survive if we were to bring him to the vet immediately. We turned there twice, but couldnt find him at all. Not in the drain, not on the road, not under the trees, its like it was all a dream. But we knew very well that it wasn't. The world is just cruel like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am now fucking angry with the owner of the poor dog! The dog had a belt on his neck and its pretty obvious that he had an owner cos he was a really pretty dog. Fuck the owner! Why let him wander on the road? Why bother having a dog if you dont wanna take the responsibility to take care of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, though it's not my dog, I still feel very very very sad. So does the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor dog, though we did our best to save you, we still feel really sorry. We hope you rest in peace. We know the chances of you still surviving is really minimal, but at least.. we feel better knowing that you did leave the world in one piece, in a place more quiet and less cruel, and not on the road.&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/37875572-5847143504373805073?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/5847143504373805073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=5847143504373805073&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5847143504373805073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5847143504373805073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='&lt;strike&gt;Happy&lt;/strike&gt; New Year'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SVzhU4ynTCI/AAAAAAAAD5I/BZajncYgnE8/s72-c/DSC02870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-1592041850219285695</id><published>2008-12-05T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:44:07.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Face or Muka or Bin or Lian or whatever wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh one should never ever try to change his/her password if he/she has extremely bad memory, just like me. *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my blogger password one or two days ago, and it took me a whopping 30 minutes before I could blog here again. And that too was after I had reset my password. Hey on a second thought, that's not actually the case. I didn't actually forget my password, but I managed to forget my email address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant! Pffftttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here blogging in the college while waiting for the boyfriend in the other office with his thesis supervisor. You definitely have no idea about how I am feeling here right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I always get angry and annoyed with the boyfriend because he was really reluctant to start doing his thesis. Or in fact, not to say reluctant, he just didn't have the mood to do so. So I had to force him, nag him, and help him look for supervisor. My, now I regret deeply, for recommending him to this particular supervisor just because she used to be my lecturer and I thought she was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago the boyfriend and I happened to meet his supervisor in the college cafeteria. And because I knew that he hasn't been meeting her for ages, I thought he should just go to her and report on the progress of his thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, that was a bad move. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the lecturer saw the boyfriend, she started lecturing. The one thing that really made me sad was when the lecturer pointed in the boyfriend's face while saying "I am ashamed of you being my student as you have not been seeing me and did not even bother to come asking me for supervision. Look how the other lecturers supervise their students!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit that the boyfriend was at fault for not approaching the lecturer and reporting to her on his progress. But I certainly do not think that a lecturer can and should say such nasty thing to a student. After all, I think shes getting angry just because shes afraid that the boyfriend wont do well in the thesis, and hence will affect her reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Miss XXX's student so lousy lah, look at his thesis!&lt;/span&gt;". Things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after all, I REALLY think that shes angry because of "face".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poor thing, I must say that I don't see any problem even if the boyfriend does not consult her on his work, provided that he does do his work (And of course he did, under my supervision *evil grin*). While I think that it will be good if she could help him, it shouldn't be a problem too even if he fails to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't he just do what he wants and just show his final draft to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly that's my style of doing work. I hate going to my supervisor chapter by chapter just to show him how I have progressed and expect him to tell me what to do next. That's not even my own work then. In fact that's what my supervisor does. He only read my final draft few weeks ago for the first time, and commented accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the boyfriend's case, I seriously think that even if he doesn't go to his supervisor, the supervisor can still assess him based on his own work. Isn't that good and fair enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students should only get what they deserve, and not trying hard to squeeze into the first class or the A category when they don't even qualify. Whats the point of these supervisors trying very hard to help the students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I believe it all comes back to the "face" issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, seriously, I think the education level in Malaysia is getting worse. Not to say the students aren't hardworking, but they are just too pampered. So pampered that they start to think that they SHOULD rely on the lecturers to help them in achieving good marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sad thing now is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even some of the lecturers thought so too! Look at the boyfriend's case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, seeing the boyfriend getting scolded and humiliated did not make me feel any better, nor did I think he deserved it. It's like me getting humiliated by the others as well. The heart aches, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes, and the boyfriend is still in there with his supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope hes doing good. I don't wanna go in with him because I cant stand seeing the boyfriend getting humiliated again and again just because he would rather depend on himself to achieve the grade that he deserves to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I too don't want my boyfriend to feel offended and humiliated in front of his girlfriend. So I rather stay here and wait for him, which is something I hardly do. Try asking the boyfriend. I have very little patience in waiting for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh hopefully his supervisor doesnt say nasty things to him again this time. Else I wouldn't guarantee that I would still be as polite to her when I see her around in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I just go in and stab her now wtf&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/37875572-1592041850219285695?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/1592041850219285695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=1592041850219285695&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1592041850219285695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1592041850219285695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/12/face-or-muka-or-bin-or-lian-or-whatever.html' title='Face or Muka or Bin or Lian or whatever wtf'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-4157441548019464828</id><published>2008-11-30T23:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:17:42.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Theres no free lunch, only cheaper supper</title><content type='html'>Today was such a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly because I got to laze at home for the entire day, watched movie, walked here and there, rolled on my bed from one side to another then finally fell asleep, and then woke up  and went for dinner in my uncle's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so happened my beloved cousins came over to the restaurant and joined us for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my boyfriend came joining us for dinner, except that he just sat there drinking tea while watching us gobbled the food and had fun with my cousin brother (The boyfriend is 24 and my cousin brother is 12, and yet they are like classmates / schoolmates. And they even do silly things together -_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that me and the boyfriend together with my cousins decided to go for a walk in some hypermarket. On our way there I merajuk-ed to get McD Sundae cos its selling at RM 2 per cup now instead of RM 3. So off we went, but I've got a warning from the boyfriend before he drove in to the drive through section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No fries for dipping into the ice-cream okay! Just ice-cream!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nods nods* (In heart: wtf how comes he knows it! I simply like to dip the hot fries into the cold ice-cream! You should try it too next time it's really yummy! But if you lao sai (diarrhea) then dont come to me okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then both my cousins were stunned because they didnt know that theres such thing called drive through in McD. They were basically looking at the section in awe while both the boyfriend and I berlagak cos we've been there quite some times. And we were busy showing off to them, telling them where to take order, where to pay and where to take the food etc as though we've worked in there before wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it was our turn, we ordered 2 chocolate sundae cup and moved on to paying for it. The lady there told us its RM 2.10 and we corrected her that we were asking for two, so it should be RM 4.20 then (Why were we so kaypoh grrr!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pick-up queue was really long and the 4 of us were having fun chit-chatting in the car while observing the lady whos handling all the orders. When it was our turn, the lady just shut the window and went on doing her things. At first we thought shes gonna be quick as its only 2 sundaes. How long could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited (wtf like damn long but actually its less than 1 minute lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boyfriend tried to fool around by saying "cepat cepat" when I thought the lady couldnt hear him at all cos the window was shut wtf haha. And then we saw one of the guys passed her the 2 sundaes and so we thought its ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we waited again cos the lady seemed to have some problem with the guy and they just continued chatting while ignoring us. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my little cousin brother also joined in "Eh kak cepatlah kak!". Again I think the lady couldnt hear us at all anyway haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the guy came again giving her a pack full of McD value meal. And so the four of us started making noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh is she going to pass us the set?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we didnt order that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe shes just wasting our time lah i think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you say if she pass to us everything, including the sundae and the set meal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lady opened the window and handed us a McChicken large set*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us, in heart: WTF!!! (Nolah actually it was only me hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend then looked at the lady while slowly took over the McChicken set (He later claimed that he was thinking if the lady would realise she'd handed us the wrong thing. And he claimed he was giving her time to respond *me shaking head in disbelief*). And the other 3 of us were basically holding our breathe, thinking if we should say a thing about what we were getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend stepped on the pedal real hard and zoomed off wtf hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 3 of us started laughing non stop. The boyfriend was cool only, no expression at all. o.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a while later I started saying that "wow we only pay 4.20 for a McChicken set!" (Actually it could be only RM 2.10 but because we kaypoh by telling the lady that its supposed to be 4.20 sigh why so kaypoh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then the boyfriend suddenly went HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Yes I mean HAHAHAHA not hahahaa wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah the boyfriend memang slow a bit in reacting. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend: Eh but I still want my sundae leh! I dowan McChicken leh! T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin brother: Why not we go back there again and buy again and see if she would give us another set? (Kids these days =.=")&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/STK5ZRCH_BI/AAAAAAAACxA/wKDtFfitpXM/s1600-h/DSC03365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/STK5ZRCH_BI/AAAAAAAACxA/wKDtFfitpXM/s400/DSC03365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274481957324454930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Partners in crime caught red handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing we know, our pictures would be all over that particular McD drive through tomorrow and for the next coming days. *hides*&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/37875572-4157441548019464828?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/4157441548019464828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=4157441548019464828&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4157441548019464828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4157441548019464828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-no-free-lunch-only-cheaper.html' title='Theres no free lunch, only cheaper supper'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/STK5ZRCH_BI/AAAAAAAACxA/wKDtFfitpXM/s72-c/DSC03365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-2382046563865456643</id><published>2008-11-28T01:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:54:27.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Wealthy old man comes at a price</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's this particular lecturer who's kinda new in my campus. And way before we've started this semester, Jems took the timetable and saw this lecturer's name printed on it.  Without even knowing who she was and how she looked like, immediately Jems text me and said something like "I have a feeling shes gonna be yet another problematic lecturer."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahaha how true! Le sigh. Seriously I (or maybe some of us in the class) am very dissatisfied with her., simply because I havent learnt much from her throughout the entire semester. Plus her England is damn powderful I must share them with you all one day! But that would be another day's story, if there's a chance. Teehee.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I went to her class this morning and I kinda regretted it at first because she didnt really want to teach (again!). Basically she was trying to kill time by asking all of us to draft out our strategic planning for the coming 5 years, stating what we want to achieve and how are we gonna achieve it (I know! It's so boring right!). And I was asked to present my plan. How lucky. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I did was bullshit hahaha! When she asked about my plan, I said I just plan to get married with a rich guy and then just shake legs at home and enjoy my life happily ever after wtf hahaha!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SS7f9mWRB_I/AAAAAAAACw0/BpcPf2bM08w/s1600-h/DSC03327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SS7f9mWRB_I/AAAAAAAACw0/BpcPf2bM08w/s400/DSC03327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273398463056381938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a different note, I did my hair last week. Faster say I look gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lecturer laughed and stared at me with great dismay. =.=" I thought you are a strong corporate woman who will climb the corporate ladder, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will, if I fail to marry a rich guy in 5 years time. I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when the boyfriend was asked about his plan, he replied something similar, except that hes gonna marry a rich old woman and hopes that she dies fast so that he can inherit all her wealth. And so I added that then we should both look for wealthy old man and old woman, get married and hopes that they die fast. Then eventually we will be reunited with accumulated wealth and live happily ever after wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then my Indonesian classmate commented on my intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh who wants to marry rich old man? She will die even faster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was implying that my nasty intention will cause lots of karma. But then he repeated his sentences once again, this time with an additional sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh you want to marry rich old man? You will die even faster! Because you are going to eat ripe banana!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF ripe banana hahahahahahaha!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And I almost replied him saying "It's okay what I have got constipation I need ripe banana to help me poo more often".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I have turned into after months of doing assignments and thesis! o.O"&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/37875572-2382046563865456643?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/2382046563865456643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=2382046563865456643&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2382046563865456643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2382046563865456643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/11/wealthy-old-man-comes-at-price.html' title='Wealthy old man comes at a price'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SS7f9mWRB_I/AAAAAAAACw0/BpcPf2bM08w/s72-c/DSC03327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-4071609774958498104</id><published>2008-10-28T19:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:51:26.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Arrival in Kuching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello people! It has been a long time since I last updated (why do this sounds so familiar wtf)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people did ask what am I busying with till I have stopped blogging (which used to be one of my favourite hobbies. I even wrote blogging as my hobby in my CV!), or is it because I spend too much time with Yang that I have got no time for myself, what more to say my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I seriously don't know how to answer that question. I think it's a mixture of all things. Well most importantly, I thought my life was too boring I have got nothing to share with other people out there. I sleep, eat and pee and poo everyday and that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I don't get to poo everyday. Crap. Yeah, thats how crappy my life was (or maybe still is *gasps*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have made a come back now! Not because I already get to poo everyday lah you morons. Its because of.. of... *speechless* wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know lah! I like to come back to blogging then I come back lah! I thought some of you are anticipating for my return! *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this time I have got something to share. Ngek ngek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb86gIXHJI/AAAAAAAACvM/FLn8tF5yCas/s1600-h/P1100805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb86gIXHJI/AAAAAAAACvM/FLn8tF5yCas/s400/P1100805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262171296616619154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#1. See what I've got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first time flying with AirAsia! The other day my mom suddenly asked if we wanna go for vacation during the holidays. And I thought, why not! Everything will be paid for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;leh! Die die also wanna go! Haha so both my parents, Yang and my sister booked the tickets to fly with AirAsia to Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb86sEVCJI/AAAAAAAACvU/CFAadNa1PqI/s1600-h/P1100810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb86sEVCJI/AAAAAAAACvU/CFAadNa1PqI/s400/P1100810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262171299820931218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh is that an aeroplane ah? Or a huge bird?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both Yang and I were chit chatting with my aunt while we were waiting to get on board. Then Yang took this picture of my parents and my sis. Hahaha looked at their expressions! So funny right! My aunt then asked me if they've never travelled by an aeroplane before hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb87Yea7AI/AAAAAAAACvc/b-JAD28Ff_k/s1600-h/P1100813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb87Yea7AI/AAAAAAAACvc/b-JAD28Ff_k/s400/P1100813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262171311741529090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#3. My uncle's pre-boarding orgasm! Seronok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb87asMiCI/AAAAAAAACvk/nHctk_vIGo8/s1600-h/P1100815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb87asMiCI/AAAAAAAACvk/nHctk_vIGo8/s400/P1100815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262171312336177186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#4. And my aunt's one million dollar expression. Haha but i dont know why she suddenly made that expression lah. Oh and also my 12-year-old cousin's tummy. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 hour and 45 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to Kuching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb87tPX1sI/AAAAAAAACvs/WfgjoXe79G0/s1600-h/DSC01732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb87tPX1sI/AAAAAAAACvs/WfgjoXe79G0/s400/DSC01732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262171317315557058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#5. Meow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha no lah no lah Kuching did not evolve into that lah. The fact is that we have forgotten to take a picture of Kuching while we were still on board. We had such a good chance to take a nice picture of Kuching leh when we were about to land. Sigh. Nevermind nevermind. Got chance lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-ETuawZI/AAAAAAAACwU/C6_CVv9r8m4/s1600-h/P1100817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-ETuawZI/AAAAAAAACwU/C6_CVv9r8m4/s400/P1100817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262172564596900242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#6. Looking at Kuching airport in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While waiting for aunt's friends to pick us up, Yang was having fun acting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sua koo&lt;/span&gt; in the airport. He kept saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh so this is sarawak&lt;/span&gt;!" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh look they also have cars here!&lt;/span&gt;" and also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh see their roads are the same as those in KL leh!" &lt;/span&gt;o.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-ETr9-jI/AAAAAAAACwM/8u3pIO6uk3A/s1600-h/P1100829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-ETr9-jI/AAAAAAAACwM/8u3pIO6uk3A/s400/P1100829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262172564586625586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#7. This is where we stayed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were then brought to my aunt's friend's house in Batu Kawa of Kuching. Her house is just sooo... comfy! And nice! I was practically holding my breath when I stepped into her house. No joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-ET8J_NI/AAAAAAAACwE/X5x7pXyvKCw/s1600-h/P1100840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-ET8J_NI/AAAAAAAACwE/X5x7pXyvKCw/s400/P1100840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262172564654521554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#8. Big TV and comfy sofas. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-ENQ0bJI/AAAAAAAACv8/iLkvn_M1r80/s1600-h/P1100842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-ENQ0bJI/AAAAAAAACv8/iLkvn_M1r80/s400/P1100842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262172562862140562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#9. With nice pictures and tiles and perfect combination of colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ground floor of the house is basically pink and red in colour! But it didnt give us a too lady like kinda feeling. In fact it was just, perfect lah aiya i dono what more words to use to describe it already lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-EFXv7hI/AAAAAAAACv0/r1Ncp1MVO6w/s1600-h/P1100843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-EFXv7hI/AAAAAAAACv0/r1Ncp1MVO6w/s400/P1100843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262172560743722514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#10. Mini bar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-my-HptI/AAAAAAAACws/ueUWi7Qx2sM/s1600-h/P1100850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-my-HptI/AAAAAAAACws/ueUWi7Qx2sM/s400/P1100850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262173157099808466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#11. And also a statue that looks like my cousin hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nolah haha I was just joking. My cousin brother, Eric, was busy playing the PSP Yang lent him the moment we arrived in the house. He just sat there without moving for hours! The only time I saw him walking around was when the PSP went dead. So is he not considered as a statue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-mbcj7gI/AAAAAAAACwk/h4bI3fR50F8/s1600-h/P1100864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-mbcj7gI/AAAAAAAACwk/h4bI3fR50F8/s400/P1100864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262173150785039874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#12. I like this a lot! Though it's a fake one.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh 1st day in Kuching is so nice lah. My aunt's friends all gathered in the Kitchen preparing food for us leh! And most of them are Sarawakians, so they cook pretty different dishes from what we had in KL. And trust me, all of them have really good cooking skills! Now to think of it, I am already missing the Char Kuey Tiao fried by one of the aunties. It was thaaaaaaaaaaaat good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-l0z9DLI/AAAAAAAACwc/ubfVFFGecgE/s1600-h/P1100868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb-l0z9DLI/AAAAAAAACwc/ubfVFFGecgE/s400/P1100868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262173140414172338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#13. Do nothing except waiting for good food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I miss Kuching already. Not because of the food lah, but because of the surroundings. For the 4 days in Kuching, I have never thought of assignments and homework and stuffs like that. Pressure free! but once I touched down in LCCT... damn it! Damn the assignments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Kuching T__T (or any other place that can give me the stress-free feeling lah!)&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/37875572-4071609774958498104?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/4071609774958498104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=4071609774958498104&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4071609774958498104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4071609774958498104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/10/arrival-in-kuching.html' title='Arrival in Kuching'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SQb86gIXHJI/AAAAAAAACvM/FLn8tF5yCas/s72-c/P1100805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-8898969794041740914</id><published>2008-06-12T20:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:16:06.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressed'/><title type='text'>Humanity might not be a familiar word to all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend of mine forwarded this to me through e-mail and I thought that this is just too disgraceful I'll have to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last year, a so called artist by the name of Guillermo Vargas Habacuc took a stray dog from the street and tied it up in an art gallery, and starved it to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SFEbsv5JXeI/AAAAAAAACu8/TNpcFKEeAUY/s1600-h/dog4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SFEbsv5JXeI/AAAAAAAACu8/TNpcFKEeAUY/s400/dog4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210976699428724194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of those visitors of the exhibition did not do anything to rescue the dog because it was supposed to be an art masterpiece, a dog which is supposed to be let to starve to death in the gallery. The dog eventually died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SFEbsS9LcLI/AAAAAAAACus/zYe7t4ZlllE/s1600-h/dog2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SFEbsS9LcLI/AAAAAAAACus/zYe7t4ZlllE/s400/dog2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210976691661009074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I seriously don't fucking understand what kind of an art this is. And seriously, I start to doubt that whether all human are born with brains. I think some of them really don't have any, just like this Habacuc barbarian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SFEbsB4ngAI/AAAAAAAACuk/y_MWai2wBww/s1600-h/dog1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SFEbsB4ngAI/AAAAAAAACuk/y_MWai2wBww/s400/dog1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210976687078473730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was once my boo cried after reading an article written by a British or something. The dog of the writer passed away and the writer got so sad he even wrote a post and tell the readers how he felt after his lovely dog left him for heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my boo cried like a baby just because he knows that his Ronnie will eventually leave him, its just the matter of time. Trust me, Ronnie is like his third girlfriend, second being the car (Need me to say whos the 1st?!?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SFEb6ClLRPI/AAAAAAAACvE/Dkx7fvn0OTk/s1600-h/dog5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SFEb6ClLRPI/AAAAAAAACvE/Dkx7fvn0OTk/s400/dog5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210976927783535858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How on earth can that barbarian do that to a dog, worse still, a stray dog! It doesn't mean that a stray dog's life is anything cheaper than any dogs out there, neither it is cheaper than human's life. How do you feel after looking at the skinny dog being tied up helplessly in a corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heck its death is supposed to be a masterpiece! wtf!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And when we think that people should find this disgraceful, the prestigious Visual Arts Biennial of the Central America thinks that this really is a piece of art, and hence, that Habacuc barbarian is actually invited to perform the same thing again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SFEbskE8rmI/AAAAAAAACu0/yMH7m9pg_N0/s1600-h/dog3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SFEbskE8rmI/AAAAAAAACu0/yMH7m9pg_N0/s400/dog3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210976696256999010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please stop him by &lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/ea6gk/petition-sign.html"&gt;signing the petition&lt;/a&gt;. No human and animals should be treated this way. It takes you less than a minute to sign the petition and save more dogs from such sufferings. I don't know how far such petition can help stop these bunch of barbarians, but theres no harm trying, is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Runs to hug Ronnie*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-8898969794041740914?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/8898969794041740914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=8898969794041740914&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8898969794041740914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8898969794041740914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/06/humanity-might-not-be-familiar-word-to.html' title='Humanity might not be a familiar word to all'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SFEbsv5JXeI/AAAAAAAACu8/TNpcFKEeAUY/s72-c/dog4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-1716489140294144486</id><published>2008-06-10T19:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:30:42.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Journey to the.. North?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aiyah this is such an outdated post already.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Don't mind me posting this up so late okay? I have got to work from 8.30 to 5.30 and when I reach home, I usually fall flat on my chest, on my bed. Like, really! The work is a bit tiring and I am starting to regret for asking a bit too little pay.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But nevermind. Experience, kan? *trying to lie to myself with tears rolling in eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay about where I went last last week! Or was it last last last week? *scratch head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah all of you so clever one wtf. How the hell you guys knew I went to Cameron highlands just by looking at that bush of flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Saturday morning. My boo and I together with my aunt and her family drove all the way up there. Hey I must say it was very boring alright sitting in the car for like, 4 hours or something. Something must be done to kill time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5meCsKliI/AAAAAAAACsU/ROBQTf0sFXE/s1600-h/P1080096+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5meCsKliI/AAAAAAAACsU/ROBQTf0sFXE/s400/P1080096+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210214485218465314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like camwhoring..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5mequzctI/AAAAAAAACsc/PisNzSMAEr8/s1600-h/P1080100+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5mequzctI/AAAAAAAACsc/PisNzSMAEr8/s400/P1080100+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210214495966950098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And admiring the so-cute-can-die socks I bought from Taiwan years ago and showing them off to the boyfriend while he showed the wtf-it's-just-socks! face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5mfCk-nKI/AAAAAAAACsk/ewhljRxoVnQ/s1600-h/P1080106+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5mfCk-nKI/AAAAAAAACsk/ewhljRxoVnQ/s400/P1080106+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210214502368189602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also biting the boyfriend to ensure he stays awake through the entire journey because you dont wanna die in a car crash caused by a sleepy driver even before you reach the destination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5mgPKGGfI/AAAAAAAACss/w_qksL2lg4k/s1600-h/P1080110+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5mgPKGGfI/AAAAAAAACss/w_qksL2lg4k/s400/P1080110+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210214522924964338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To a certain extent, you can also play the blow-the-chewing gum game with your boyfriend and then let the "baloon" explode and you get the gums glue on your lips..&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I never really knew that it would take 4 hours for us to reach Cameron. And I was so wrong to think that the road to Cameron will be something like the road to Genting. wtf someone please do something to the cameron road lah else I will probably go there once every ten years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5mgYntHKI/AAAAAAAACs0/AmqgRCUbjbw/s1600-h/P1080115+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5mgYntHKI/AAAAAAAACs0/AmqgRCUbjbw/s400/P1080115+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210214525465074850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.45 pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5nqKnkSYI/AAAAAAAACs8/pcUQE9o_Av8/s1600-h/P1080122+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5nqKnkSYI/AAAAAAAACs8/pcUQE9o_Av8/s400/P1080122+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215793016719746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.10 pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5nqcTj5jI/AAAAAAAACtE/T0bYO6WCKYI/s1600-h/P1080128+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5nqcTj5jI/AAAAAAAACtE/T0bYO6WCKYI/s400/P1080128+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215797764646450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.45 pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the same path and the same road after an hour!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just as I thought Cameron is all about forests and trees and endless roads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5nqgB_UyI/AAAAAAAACtM/owbM_RDinbo/s1600-h/P1080134+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5nqgB_UyI/AAAAAAAACtM/owbM_RDinbo/s400/P1080134+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215798764688162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A city!!! A kampung-liked city I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We checked-in to the 3-rooms-apartment in the Garden Lodge Hotel in Brinchang (was it Brinchang?) which was located in the town itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5nrPCDLMI/AAAAAAAACtU/IWA9Vu-easQ/s1600-h/P1080145+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5nrPCDLMI/AAAAAAAACtU/IWA9Vu-easQ/s400/P1080145+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215811381406914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5nrR7U3CI/AAAAAAAACtc/qZums6kKbxA/s1600-h/P1080146+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5nrR7U3CI/AAAAAAAACtc/qZums6kKbxA/s400/P1080146+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215812158512162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5oN_7v9MI/AAAAAAAACts/ntRLwKL3t2A/s1600-h/P1080150+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5oN_7v9MI/AAAAAAAACts/ntRLwKL3t2A/s400/P1080150+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216408623871170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5oOaPs79I/AAAAAAAACt0/vvYY1IfcWu0/s1600-h/P1080151+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5oOaPs79I/AAAAAAAACt0/vvYY1IfcWu0/s400/P1080151+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216415686881234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5oOhL5L1I/AAAAAAAACt8/W25ieYZKarU/s1600-h/P1080152+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5oOhL5L1I/AAAAAAAACt8/W25ieYZKarU/s400/P1080152+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216417549954898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the tongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5oO4MGlvI/AAAAAAAACuE/oZrSJsYhOOM/s1600-h/P1080154+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5oO4MGlvI/AAAAAAAACuE/oZrSJsYhOOM/s400/P1080154+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216423724848882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 beds in a room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5o8mAvrMI/AAAAAAAACuM/zqjPSJIKRtk/s1600-h/P1080156+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5o8mAvrMI/AAAAAAAACuM/zqjPSJIKRtk/s400/P1080156+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210217209119354050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The balcony facing the main road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5o86HHMDI/AAAAAAAACuU/5pxlmId97sg/s1600-h/P1080157+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5o86HHMDI/AAAAAAAACuU/5pxlmId97sg/s400/P1080157+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210217214514769970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The living room&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5o9GnA6xI/AAAAAAAACuc/TpQvf5fb2O0/s1600-h/P1080158+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5o9GnA6xI/AAAAAAAACuc/TpQvf5fb2O0/s400/P1080158+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210217217869802258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the Astro-less TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must say that this apartment is not the best apartment in Cameron. However, it is best for families to stay in as it provides all the cutleries and pots and allows you to cook there. The hotel management isn't afraid of you burning up its entire apartment. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Also, the market where there are lots of jagungs and strawberries and flowers is just 5 minutes walking distance away from the apartment! And this place is very busy and crowded at night. So if you would love to see these, this apartment is definitely a good choice. I dont remember it exactly but I think the fee is really affordable lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think one of the biggest disadvantages of this apartment is that it doesn't have hot water in the bathroom. That means despite the cold weather in cameron, you've still got to take cold shower. But of course you can still boil your own hot water lah. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The thing is, the kettle is so small we could only boil some water at once. And when we poured out the water into the pails and wait for the second kettle of hot water, the water in the pails already turned cold. -_-" so most of the time we didn't bother to shower, after all how often do you sweat when you are in Cameron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-1716489140294144486?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/1716489140294144486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=1716489140294144486&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1716489140294144486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1716489140294144486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-many-parts-should-this-entry-has.html' title='Journey to the.. North?'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SE5meCsKliI/AAAAAAAACsU/ROBQTf0sFXE/s72-c/P1080096+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-3483847205635334862</id><published>2008-06-04T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:39:19.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>First time in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've started working today!!!! This time it's not for my parents anymore. It's my first time working for a new company, trying to earn some penny from someone other than my own parents. Weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a job as an HR admin, doing all the lap lap sap sap stuffs, ranging from photocopying, filing, to probably payroll management and interviews in the future. It's a 3 months contract by the way. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor didn't really give me too much work to do today. But she did say something like "Go home early today because I am not sure if you will have the chance to leave on time from tomorrow onwards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was smiling and half way laughing while telling me those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my pee pee was about to drench my skirt wet. wtf OT ah! -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my supervisor and the manager and my colleagues are all very nice people lah. I have a lot of colleagues in the HR department you know! *counts fingers* 4 including myself. Bahahaha! So little people managing about 600 employees. -_-" No wonder she said I might not get to go home early already.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Aww there's something kinda funny about this company. Apparently there will be an assembly for all employees on every Monday morning, and the GM or MD or whatsoever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tua liap lang&lt;/span&gt; will give speeches, and employees will sing the company's song (It's like wtf they have company song!!!), and then resume work. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sigh I wonder if there'll be people going on stage to lead us all in reading out the Rukun Negara. And probably sing Negaraku. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite fun before working, and now it's so-so fun. Hopefully it wont become fun-less after a few days. o.O"&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/37875572-3483847205635334862?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/3483847205635334862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=3483847205635334862&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3483847205635334862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3483847205635334862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-time-in-my-life.html' title='First time in my life'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-8817962428034074891</id><published>2008-05-28T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:37:49.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>He left me for Low Yat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Final Exams!! *Roarrrrrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only have one more paper to go, tomorrow! *laughs like hyena*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll have 3 months of holidays! *Ignores the pile of unread and untouched financial notes on my bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I don't really know what I am doing here. I am getting lazier and lazier. The hardworking me would normally burn mid night oil and study and study and study all night long for the exams on the next day. Nowadays I don't do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And clearly I am also not well prepared for tomorrow's paper o.O''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I had my first final paper for this semester, and I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sueh&lt;/span&gt; enough to get an imbalance table which is half a male and half a female wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha nolah the truth is that table was really shaky. So shaky that I had to use one leg to maintain its balance. and that was very uncomfortable. and then I remained in that position for almost two hours. At the end of the paper, my neck and my right hand almost tercabut -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. What has exams done to students these days eh? Who the hell came up with the idea of exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of exams tension, I am not in a good mood today. My boo had his last paper yesterday, and he happily went to Low Yat with his brother today, leaving me alone at home facing that pile of notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I was unhappy! wtf where can go shopping without waiting for me to finish my exam paper right or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I made a call to him after I woke up. He picked up the phone, murmured a little and then said he'll call me back in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that a while was like, 1 hour later? Just because he was so obsessed with those gadgets! Already I was a bit unhappy, now he made me even unhappier. wtf those gadgets are more important than me is it! *angry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he finally called me, I didn't really talk to him in a good mood. And when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merajuk&lt;/span&gt; by accusing him for not loving me anymore, he just went "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oi don't simply say okay!&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are guys all like that!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already he didn't know I was unhappy for not being able to tag along, and then he was insensitive to know that I would be waiting for his call, and when I tried to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merajuk&lt;/span&gt; to get some attention and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; and get pampered by those sweet little talks, he asked me to "don't simply say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it only my boo or are all guys the same? Ladies?&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/37875572-8817962428034074891?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/8817962428034074891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=8817962428034074891&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8817962428034074891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8817962428034074891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-left-me-for-low-yat.html' title='He left me for Low Yat'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-8125635794047021743</id><published>2008-05-22T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:57:36.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Interns in the world unite</title><content type='html'>I got angry and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bengang&lt;/span&gt; two days ago!! *angst angst angst*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I was gonna attend an interview last Friday? Yeah, as much as I felt like chickening out, I still went else I would be black listed. *pouts* What! People first time interview what! Kan cheong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, for a first timer, I was quite okay during the interview. I could see that the interviewer was satisfied with my performance. And she said things like I am quite arrived at my level and she believed that I can do very well if I were to go on doing things this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was really really interested to take up the job, but when she told me the figure that I was gonna get per month, like, instantly, I didn't want to take up the job already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the pay is even lower than some of the domestic helpers! Your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakaks&lt;/span&gt; at home also get higher pay than me okay if I were to work there! And your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakaks &lt;/span&gt;also get 3 free meals a day! I've got nothing! Flat rate okay! As flat as my boobs, which I think is seriously horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and you might question why I would think I did quite well in the interview. Initially the interviewer told me that she might need about 2 weeks to confirm my application. And yet my phone rang 4 hours later on the same day, asking me if I could work 4 days earlier than my internship period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God knows why, I didn't reject them straight away on that day. And then I called in the previous Tuesday, telling one of the HR recruit ladies that I've decided to not take up the job. That nincompoop lady sorta like got pissed off knowing that I don't want to work because of that so-little-I-cannot-survive amount of pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh Miss, you have to understand that you are going to work as an intern only you know? How much do you expect? This figure is the standard figure lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. You go ahead with your standard figure lah (Although I know it's a lie. I've seen company offering more for interns). I just don't want to work with you, leave me alone can? (Of course I didn't say this to her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she got pissed off and she went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"Okay lah fine! Then you go ahead and work for those companies which are willing to offer you higher amount of pay lah!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*hang up phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf! and they call themselves world class company! knnccbbqkfcwtfmcd! Cannot even stand people rejecting to work for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please enlighten me, and prove to me that that irritating and uneducated lady was lying! Tell me how much you get for working as an intern. Interns these day so cheap&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; meh&lt;/span&gt;? Cheaper than an Indon maid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeesh! Enough of that! *clicks the "withdraw" button from Jobstreet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a vacation last weekend. Weeee! Lemme show you 1 out of the 300++ pictures first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SDVfIGucyiI/AAAAAAAACsM/QA7pAli9roo/s1600-h/P1080209+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SDVfIGucyiI/AAAAAAAACsM/QA7pAli9roo/s400/P1080209+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203169537345505826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faster guess where I've gone to! Guess correctly then I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belanja&lt;/span&gt; you eat steamboat!&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/37875572-8125635794047021743?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/8125635794047021743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=8125635794047021743&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8125635794047021743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8125635794047021743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/05/interns-in-world-unite.html' title='Interns in the world unite'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SDVfIGucyiI/AAAAAAAACsM/QA7pAli9roo/s72-c/P1080209+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-6145059947177409815</id><published>2008-05-15T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:41:55.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My dad says everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember I was saying that I am looking for internship/temporary job for my upcoming semester break of 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have applied a few jobs in Jobstreet, and none of them seemed to have any response. Just as I was about to give up working and decide to go learn some additional skills or language instead, I got a call from a company. An international company it is, with about 6500 companies all over the world, and has about 285k of employees with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was rather happy, and excited, and worried. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Did I tell you that the status shown in my Jobstreet application for this job was actually something similar to "rejected"? And all of a sudden, it became "under consideration". Heh. The first thing that I could think of? The company had interviewed a pool of candidates and none of them seems to [1] be qualified or [2]have the interest to take up the job. If it's the latter, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I doubt the pay and work condition are attractive enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I informed my dad that I was gonna go for an interview tomorrow, and he started bombarding me with lots of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you going there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people are working there? (wtf he expects me to know this as well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next time if you were to really apply for a full time job, look for a better company, a large one, one with good business prospects in the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, having 285k of employees and 6500 companies all around the world, is this company not big enough? And if it doesn't have good business prospects, why would so many people work for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tell me tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went, "Dad, this company matches all the criterion that you've just said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went, "But still, it is a company dealing with courier services (Hahaha see I cannot tahan and I am telling you the nature of business of this particular company! Take a wild guess of it's name!). How far can courier services provider go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went wtfknnbbqmcdkfcbaskinrobbinssalmonsashimi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad expects me to become one of those people handling all those couriers, else why would he think that I should really bother if the company is dealing with courier services? For God's sake, I am only applying to be a HR Admin, or perhaps only one of them in the management, not those people delivering the documents. So why should I bother if its dealing with courier or other stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if courier services don't make good money, I don't know what other businesses do. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there are just reasons why parents are known as "old" folks eh?&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/37875572-6145059947177409815?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/6145059947177409815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=6145059947177409815&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/6145059947177409815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/6145059947177409815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dad-says-everything.html' title='My dad says everything'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-2387992446877072292</id><published>2008-05-12T19:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:07:48.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Two all-beef patties and I've got none</title><content type='html'>Are you even aware of this?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I swear I am not a person who would patiently flip through the newspapers and observe the advertisements one by one. If it wasn't because I have read a blog entry on this, I wouldn't even know McD is giving away Big Macs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there are conditions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week, after going for an interview in a recruitment agency (yes yes I am looking for temporary job! I am available from 09 June 08 - 31 August 08, from 9am - 6pm. 8pm - 12 pm is reserved for the boyfriend because he gets so energetic at night we need 4 hours all by ourselves wtf), Pei Pei wanted to have McD for lunch. And off we went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! Very far you know! I think ah, around 20 walking steps from the recruitment agency then we reached McD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boyfriend got glutton &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! And because Pei Pei doesn't eat beef, he thick faced-ly asked Pei Pei for the coupon to participate in the Big Mac chant event . (Yeah yeah just so you dont know, you need to purchase a McValue meal in order to get that coupon before you can participate in the chant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then the boyfriend got very excited he kept talking to the female McD operator asking when exactly he could start doing the chant (without even knowing the chant well!). And when he was informed that he only got one chance to perform his chant, he came pulling my hand and went "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b come lah b you do. I think you can do better leh&lt;/span&gt;." And I rejected him. Hahaha! Who ask him to talk to the female operator like she was her gf like that! Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there he went, in 3 seconds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"too or beef patties, spesiel sos letups, cis picke aliens, on a sehsemi seed ban!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha okay lah maybe not that bad. But then to do the big chant in 3 seconds without much preparation, what do you expect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SCgrl4oezbI/AAAAAAAACr0/QmXFfQSGAME/s1600-h/DSC01483_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SCgrl4oezbI/AAAAAAAACr0/QmXFfQSGAME/s400/DSC01483_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199453699656568242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so he got his coupon to redeem his free Big Mac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While he was queuing up, he quickly took out his phone while posing with the coupon in hand. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"B faster take my picture! Faster take already then put on your blog! Faster lah! Then your readers will say I very keng one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ................. *ka chak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SCgrmIoezcI/AAAAAAAACr8/LF3N_fq2bpU/s1600-h/DSC01484_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SCgrmIoezcI/AAAAAAAACr8/LF3N_fq2bpU/s400/DSC01484_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199453703951535554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got the coupon!!!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nah &lt;/span&gt;people. Faster praise the boyfriend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. He really thought I have got many readers to praise him. Faster, faster say he is keng! But please don't say things like you've done the chant in less than 3 seconds okay? In that way the boyfriend will get very sad and he will drag me to McD again and perform the pili pala chant again and then again force me to post it on blog. Don't be so cruel to me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps that itself might not be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keng&lt;/span&gt; enough eh? Nevermind let me tell you something more keng. On that morning itself, we had Bah Kut Teh and the boyfriend ate like, 1 big plate of rice with a lot of meat. And then in the afternoon, he ate a big bowl of Mee Hun Ker at home. And then it was only about 3pm++ when he won his free Big Mac and ate it all by himself. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SCgrmIoezdI/AAAAAAAACsE/3VIkDOrgy48/s1600-h/DSC01487_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SCgrmIoezdI/AAAAAAAACsE/3VIkDOrgy48/s400/DSC01487_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199453703951535570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This blog post is only about the keng-ness in me and hence you can only stare at me eating my big mac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he ever felt really really bloated. o.O"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-2387992446877072292?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/2387992446877072292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=2387992446877072292&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2387992446877072292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2387992446877072292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-all-beef-patties-and-ive-got-none.html' title='Two all-beef patties and I&apos;ve got none'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SCgrl4oezbI/AAAAAAAACr0/QmXFfQSGAME/s72-c/DSC01483_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-481568667585800014</id><published>2008-04-28T21:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:44:00.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressed'/><title type='text'>Emo wtf emo wtf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have no idea why but I am getting really really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off when I yelled at the boyfriend to force him to go for his hair cut last Friday. I couldn't stand seeing his long and thick hair anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then bad karma came, for yelling at the lovely boyfriend. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this new hairdresser (well, new for me but old for the boyfriend) and I was certain that I didn't want to do anything to my hair. So while sitting there flipping the magazines, the hairdresser came talking to me. Apparently he reckoned that my hair was just too long and it made me look old, and with all the split ends, there's no point leaving it long already. So he suggested to trim my hair for me, without making much changes to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shouldn't have had agreed to let him to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next moment I was having my hair washed by his assistant. I am not sure about you, but that was the first time where I came across hairdresser who cut my hair when it was still all wet. And then he set a trap for me. And I was stupid enough to had fallen into his trap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He asked, while combing my hair, "Do you like your hair to be layered? I promise you it's gonna look good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I kept saying that I like long hair and I was really reluctant to cut my hair short, he then further assured me that he's gonna cut it without affecting the length of my hair. Sounded really convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah. So I let him do what he want lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SBXWsf0a_vI/AAAAAAAACrU/HnO3PUcuXuE/s1600-h/DSC01442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SBXWsf0a_vI/AAAAAAAACrU/HnO3PUcuXuE/s400/DSC01442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194293805185695474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wtf wtf wtf wtf wtffffff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i really wanted to kill the hairdresser when he chopped my hair off just like that! And his way of chopping it off was rather special, yet easy. All he did was tie my hair up into a horse tail using a rubber band, then asked me to turn myself facing him, bend my head till its about 90 degrees, and he just chopped it off near the rubber band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's something even more evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my hair was long enough, he got the chance to show me where he would want to start chopping it off before he did it. He pulled my hair and showed me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"okay, I cut until here okay?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I got to shout NO because he was gonna chop it off so short, he already started chopping my hair. wtf that means he didn't intend to wait for my answer! He was merely informing me!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SBXWs_0a_wI/AAAAAAAACrc/iJ474RCYuF0/s1600-h/DSC01443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SBXWs_0a_wI/AAAAAAAACrc/iJ474RCYuF0/s400/DSC01443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194293813775630082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SBXWs_0a_wI/AAAAAAAACrc/iJ474RCYuF0/s1600-h/DSC01443.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my lovely hair *throws tantrums while rolling on the floor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf now you all agree to let me go burn down his shop or not you say?! I kept my hair for about 3 years and waited so long to let it reach this length, and that bugger just chopped it off as though it can grow back as fast as my armpit and pubic hair! wtf lah! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And yeah lah, I couldn't scold him also lah. Because like he'd promised, the length of my hair is still there. ONLY A FEW STRANDS OF MY HAIR is still as long as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf damn cunning right this hairdresser! He must have planned to cut my hair that way since the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SBXWtP0a_xI/AAAAAAAACrk/IS-FaY7OgXU/s1600-h/DSC03217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SBXWtP0a_xI/AAAAAAAACrk/IS-FaY7OgXU/s400/DSC03217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194293818070597394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neh you see. from the back, it still looks long. but when you see it from the front, its not there anymore *throws tantrum again*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;eh wtf last time my hair was long enough to cover my boobs le. Now kenot already! And if you dare to comment that its because my boobs are small and therefore my hair used to be able to cover them, then I am so gonna chop your kukujiao off like what the hairdresser did to my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SBXWtP0a_yI/AAAAAAAACrs/3jNul62nd_8/s1600-h/DSC01448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SBXWtP0a_yI/AAAAAAAACrs/3jNul62nd_8/s400/DSC01448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194293818070597410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emo-ing while eating Sundae in McD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly find my hair looking good after getting them cut by the hairdressers, but fortunately it turned out to be nice lah this time. Else I am so going to burn down that saloon already! But despite heart-ing my current hairstyle, I still went home and cried for like 2 hours, mourning over my hair. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wtf lah I spent 3 years keeping them long and now I only spent 2 hours crying over them very over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday night, I had a small fight with the family members, because of a stupid Sushi King membership card. All of a sudden my 2nd brother wanted to have dinner there, and so we went. And because the 1st brother won lottery for i-don't-know-how-much, he agreed to treat us. And it's an open secret that my 1st brother and I wont even look at each other if we happen to meet in other places. Yeah, that practically explains our relationship well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so when he went to settle the bill, I wasn't really aware, and I was the only one in the family having a Sushi King membership card. He didn't ask me for the card, and I didn't know he went settling the bill. And so we missed the RM 20++ discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later when my parents found this out, my mom was like, instantly yelling at me for not giving him the Sushi King card when I myself knew I have got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know what got into me I was brave enough to shout back! (Never in the history okay?) I went on like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your son stupid now you flame me for what?&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my dad got frightened with my sudden temper (i told you it was the first time. Never have I done that before. I am always the quiet, idea-less, and temper-less daughter), he too shouted at me saying things like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You cannot stand being scolded one lah!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; For that sentence from my dad, I came home crying for another 2 hours. wtf lah for ages I have been keeping quiet even though I got scolded for things that I have not done and things that I dont find myself guilty, and now that I have exploded for the very first time, and he said I couldn't stand being scolded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the hell can stand it you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I should have listened to my aunt. She knew that deep inside my heart I am sometimes dissatisfied with my family members, and she often encourage me to sort of like fight back, and tell them that I am actually unhappy about it instead of just keeping quiet and stick to the usual aiyah-i-keep-quiet-let-u-scold-for-sometime-then-everything-will-be- okay-lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, see, exploded for just one time and the entire family members think I was going to bomb and screw up the whole house already. And because of that I got a lecture from my dad just now, keep telling me things like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a family is still a family. parents are still your parents. your brothers are still your brothers. there's no way you can deny it. and you've got to change your temper. it's horrible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my temper of keeping things peaceful and keeping quiet all the time so as to not create more problems is considered as horrible, I dont know how else I can behave already. Might as well put batteries into my body and control me like how you control a robot. No feelings what at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. How to not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo lah &lt;/span&gt;you say? How to stay happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe depression is slowly creeping into me. I don't know.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyone got antidepressants to spare?&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/37875572-481568667585800014?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/481568667585800014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=481568667585800014&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/481568667585800014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/481568667585800014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/04/emo-wtf-emo-wtf.html' title='Emo wtf emo wtf!'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SBXWsf0a_vI/AAAAAAAACrU/HnO3PUcuXuE/s72-c/DSC01442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-6416970946064741223</id><published>2008-04-14T00:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:34:59.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Baby I dont flirt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have no idea why but I do have people whom I don't really know existing in my MSN list. They don't chat with me, and I hardly send them a "hi" either. wtf i don't know how they suddenly came into my list! Sometimes I do wonder if they have deleted me from their lists, or maybe I did not even existed in their lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But this guy has just proven me wrong, approximately an hour ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SAJBKhXz6NI/AAAAAAAACq8/7wGzep0zfCc/s1600-h/loser1+%28Large%29.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SAJBKhXz6NI/AAAAAAAACq8/7wGzep0zfCc/s400/loser1+%28Large%29.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188781369696970962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it's small. But you can CLICK to enlarge them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SAJBLBXz6OI/AAAAAAAACrE/IGmt9FmeEjk/s1600-h/loser2+%28Large%29.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SAJBLBXz6OI/AAAAAAAACrE/IGmt9FmeEjk/s400/loser2+%28Large%29.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188781378286905570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enlarge some more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SAJBLBXz6PI/AAAAAAAACrM/8rqM8Q68iiw/s1600-h/loser3+%28Large%29.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SAJBLBXz6PI/AAAAAAAACrM/8rqM8Q68iiw/s400/loser3+%28Large%29.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188781378286905586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enlarge more and more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(wtf I sound like some stupid fella sending spam mails to people offering them services to enlarge their penis!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then there's no more reply! Hahahaha I finally managed to piss him off! Wait let me go check if he has blocked me from his MSN list! I hope he has, if not I will, sooner or later. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, sometimes it's still fun to have strangers in your MSN list. You won't know when they will make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See baby? I told you I don't flirt! *starts singing Mariah Carey's latest song's chorus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Click &lt;a href="http://www.lyricstop.com/t/touchmybody-mariahcarey.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you don't know her latest song yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-6416970946064741223?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/6416970946064741223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=6416970946064741223&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/6416970946064741223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/6416970946064741223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-i-dont-flirt.html' title='Baby I dont flirt!'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/SAJBKhXz6NI/AAAAAAAACq8/7wGzep0zfCc/s72-c/loser1+%28Large%29.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-1851799048251893750</id><published>2008-04-07T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:20:34.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan-makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Fukutei Yum Yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Searching for good food in Klang has been tough these days. Perhaps not only in Klang, but also in all other places. One can hardly find good food along with quality services in restaurants or cafes anymore.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The boyfriend and I were tired of chicken rice, economic rice and soup noodles for lunch. So one day we went around looking for food in the Klang City. And we found this!!!&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hk7Pi-xsI/AAAAAAAACn8/tKQ1yJ4AuIs/s1600-h/DSC01373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hk7Pi-xsI/AAAAAAAACn8/tKQ1yJ4AuIs/s400/DSC01373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186005939865437890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sushi Buffet!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Who on earth would realise there's a Sushi Buffet in Klang! There's hardly any restaurant offering buffet in Klang simply because people in Klang are very calculative and they are big-eaters. Instead of paying RM 3.50 for a bowl of soup noodles which wouldn't be able to make them feel full a weee bit, they would rather pay for buffet and stuff themselves with food till they get really bloated &lt;strike&gt; and die of it &lt;/strike&gt;.  If it wasn't because we went walking to shops by shops trying to locate good food, we wouldn't know theres a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fukutei&lt;/span&gt; sushi restaurant there. How lucky we were, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hk7vi-xtI/AAAAAAAACoE/tneCH5debqE/s1600-h/P1070630_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hk7vi-xtI/AAAAAAAACoE/tneCH5debqE/s400/P1070630_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186005948455372498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ambience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For RM 45++ per adult and RM 28++ per child, one can enjoy Sushi Buffet in the nicely decorated restaurant only from 11.45 am to 2 pm on weekends. I know! They are so clever right! People in Klang normally work too on Saturdays (except if you are working for big companies and your boss happen to be some young entrepreneurs who understand that Saturdays should be off-days for the employees).  So the only days where most of them would go for Sushis are on Sundays.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlRfi-xxI/AAAAAAAACok/JxX2A3I7xvk/s1600-h/DSC01352_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlRfi-xxI/AAAAAAAACok/JxX2A3I7xvk/s400/DSC01352_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186006322117527314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam-macam sushis ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hk7_i-xvI/AAAAAAAACoU/JH2xoW9eFHI/s1600-h/P1070640_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hk7_i-xvI/AAAAAAAACoU/JH2xoW9eFHI/s400/P1070640_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186005952750339826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And macam-macam Ramen and Donburi and Teppanyaki&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hk8Pi-xwI/AAAAAAAACoc/B8ttaXA92ow/s1600-h/P1070681_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hk8Pi-xwI/AAAAAAAACoc/B8ttaXA92ow/s400/P1070681_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186005957045307138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The waitress would come and take your order and the sushi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sifu&lt;/span&gt; would prepare them immediately, on the spot. If you were to sit at the bar, you would be able to see how the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sifus &lt;/span&gt;cut those salmons, wrap those sushis and all. Pretty much like those sushi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sifus&lt;/span&gt; in the Japanese drama.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hrePi-yCI/AAAAAAAACqs/PgjjWbAZuoI/s1600-h/DSC01375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hrePi-yCI/AAAAAAAACqs/PgjjWbAZuoI/s400/DSC01375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186013138230626338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anticipating good food. No you cant see my saliva drooling because I wiped it dry before taking this picture. Teehee!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlRvi-xzI/AAAAAAAACo0/ENk4QhSEuDk/s1600-h/P1070644_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlRvi-xzI/AAAAAAAACo0/ENk4QhSEuDk/s400/P1070644_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186006326412494642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salmon sashimis!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sashimis&lt;/span&gt; were really thick! No I am not joking, and neither am I exaggerating.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlR_i-x0I/AAAAAAAACo8/BFXbqW46TmE/s1600-h/P1070646_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlR_i-x0I/AAAAAAAACo8/BFXbqW46TmE/s400/P1070646_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186006330707461954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it the thick sashimi or was it my fat finger?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlR_i-x1I/AAAAAAAACpE/e_HRhkOttyo/s1600-h/P1070647_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlR_i-x1I/AAAAAAAACpE/e_HRhkOttyo/s400/P1070647_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186006330707461970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;California Maki&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlxPi-x2I/AAAAAAAACpM/QS2n2ki3hp0/s1600-h/P1070651_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlxPi-x2I/AAAAAAAACpM/QS2n2ki3hp0/s400/P1070651_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186006867578373986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spicy Ebi Tempura Maki which weren't spicy at all&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmVvi-x-I/AAAAAAAACqM/v7U200AUtTw/s1600-h/P1070657_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmVvi-x-I/AAAAAAAACqM/v7U200AUtTw/s400/P1070657_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186007494643599330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posing with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tell you, the boyfriend and I were really clowns in the restaurant. The waiters and waitresses were all feeling weird looking at both of us taking pictures of not only the food, but also every single corner of the restaurant. While I was posing with the sushi, you know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes the first few pictures do not turn out to be nice, and hence we tried taking it again and again while I was holding the sushi with my chopsticks. And then the sushi kinda unfold itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then "plak!!".. It finally dropped onto my palm.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then some of them laughed at us! What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! *malu* It's not that I am not good in holding chopsticks okay! Trust me the way I hold my chopsticks is the most proper and perfect one okay! ..in my family.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlxfi-x3I/AAAAAAAACpU/yQIt3wSlDN0/s1600-h/P1070649_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlxfi-x3I/AAAAAAAACpU/yQIt3wSlDN0/s400/P1070649_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186006871873341298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ebi Tempura which tasted really really good. Yum yum! *drools*&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlxfi-x4I/AAAAAAAACpc/6G0M3sXPbRM/s1600-h/P1070652_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlxfi-x4I/AAAAAAAACpc/6G0M3sXPbRM/s400/P1070652_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186006871873341314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unagi yang sedap sekali&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlxfi-x5I/AAAAAAAACpk/K9J1IcNFakc/s1600-h/P1070655_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlxfi-x5I/AAAAAAAACpk/K9J1IcNFakc/s400/P1070655_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186006871873341330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tobiko or Todiko or Tadika or whatsoever lah. It exploded in my mouth wtf so delicious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlxvi-x6I/AAAAAAAACps/V7nIwLItadg/s1600-h/P1070672_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlxvi-x6I/AAAAAAAACps/V7nIwLItadg/s400/P1070672_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186006876168308642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fresh Salmon Roll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Guess what were those green things in the middle? They tasted awful. This was by far the most not delicious sushi that I've eaten in Fukutei. Those green thing were the Japanese Vegetable, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sifu&lt;/span&gt; squeeze them all together and stuffed them in the sushis and made us chewed and chewed and chewed while eating this. Chewed till &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gigi pun longgar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then when we felt 90% full already, there was this cute looking waitresses who approached us. And there she came telling us that we shouldn't have ordered what we had ordered because those were all rice. And 6 bijis of sushis = 1 bowl of rice. And then if customers were to order the sushis, the sifus would make 6 bijis for each order so that the stupid customers like us get full easily and hence won't order more.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wtf so can you imagine how many bowls of rice the boyfriend and I had eaten! wtf wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the strangest thing was that the waitress herself came telling us this. O_O Sweet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt; that girl? why&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah &lt;/span&gt;why didnt she tell us earlier!! She'd even recommended us to try out a lot more other dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which we did! Hahahaha! Who cares &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! Expensive buffet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. You don't go home until you get bloated !&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmVvi-x8I/AAAAAAAACp8/BXvzFPk7oeg/s1600-h/P1070664_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmVvi-x8I/AAAAAAAACp8/BXvzFPk7oeg/s400/P1070664_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186007494643599298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unagi Kabayaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I would have ordered 10 plates of this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unagi Kabayaki&lt;/span&gt; if I were to know that they tasted that nice! Yeah THAT nice! Especially when they were served with the special sauce. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyoyo&lt;/span&gt; wasted wasted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;so we didn't want to eat sushis already.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmVvi-x9I/AAAAAAAACqE/l-7s0Lq8rMo/s1600-h/DSC01366_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmVvi-x9I/AAAAAAAACqE/l-7s0Lq8rMo/s400/DSC01366_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186007494643599314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we attacked sashimis instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had butter fish sashimi, salmon sashimi (and this was already the 5th or 6th order of salmon sashimis), and Teko Sashimi. But I still think that Salmon Sashimis tasted the best. Butter fish were so-so lah, and Teko Sashimi somehow tasted very weird, but nice also&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmt_i-yAI/AAAAAAAACqc/DzVn_qsakoo/s1600-h/P1070676_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmt_i-yAI/AAAAAAAACqc/DzVn_qsakoo/s400/P1070676_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186007911255427074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The boyfriend attacking his Edamame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were busy eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;, the same waitress approached us TWICE. Every time she came to us with different menus in hands. And then she went on explaining to us that they do cater for party and sorta sorta things like that.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_on0_i-yDI/AAAAAAAACq0/HDBKmrNjBg4/s1600-h/P1070673_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_on0_i-yDI/AAAAAAAACq0/HDBKmrNjBg4/s400/P1070673_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186501712235382834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which one do you like most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder why she was so helpful and all. I didn't see any of the other waiter or waitresses doing this to the other customers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came to a conclusion. That waitress must have thought that the boyfriend and I were some writers or people like that who came to try out their food and then would later comment about their services and food in a certain article, simply because we went there with a big camera shooting their pictures here and there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmV_i-x_I/AAAAAAAACqU/nknWrnrpawU/s1600-h/P1070669_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmV_i-x_I/AAAAAAAACqU/nknWrnrpawU/s400/P1070669_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186007498938566642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The colourful menu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmufi-yBI/AAAAAAAACqk/Acumw3jYSls/s1600-h/P1070685_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hmufi-yBI/AAAAAAAACqk/Acumw3jYSls/s400/P1070685_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186007919845361682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They have salmon steak too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So next time if you were to go to any of the restaurants to have your meals, try bringing your cameras! They might think that you are some big big writer coming to review their food, and perhaps, if you are lucky enough, you might get better services and better food. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlRfi-xyI/AAAAAAAACos/xcUL26ZX7yc/s1600-h/P1070697_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hlRfi-xyI/AAAAAAAACos/xcUL26ZX7yc/s400/P1070697_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186006322117527330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fukutei Japanese Restaurant Berhad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No. 11 &amp;amp; 13 Ground Floor,&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Tiara 2C/KU 1,&lt;br /&gt;Pusat Perniagaan BBK,&lt;br /&gt;Bandar Baru Klang,&lt;br /&gt;41150 Klang,&lt;br /&gt;Selangor Darul Ehsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 03 - 33431882&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 03 - 34331220&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business Hours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon - Fri: 11.30am - 2.30pm, 6.00pm - 10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays: 11.45am - 2.45pm, 6.00pm - 10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays: 1.00pm - 9.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buffet: 11.45&lt;strike&gt;pm&lt;/strike&gt;am - 2.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weekends ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adults: RM 45++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children: RM 28++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: See how smart the boss is? They only start operating at 1pm on Sundays. Which means the exact time for buffet on Sundays is only an hour, from 1.00pm - 2.00pm. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-1851799048251893750?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/1851799048251893750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=1851799048251893750&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1851799048251893750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1851799048251893750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/04/fukutei-yum-yum.html' title='Fukutei Yum Yum'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R_hk7Pi-xsI/AAAAAAAACn8/tKQ1yJ4AuIs/s72-c/DSC01373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-5138733524074043274</id><published>2008-03-30T17:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:14:27.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan-makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Kek Cawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always wanted to get them when I first saw them over the &lt;a href="http://www.cuppacakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. I have lost count of how many times I have visited the blog, looking at their designs over and over again while shouting to the boyfriend through skype saying how cute they were&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I guess I have mentioned that to the boyfriend too often I suspect he starts to mute me when I show sign of whining over them again. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then they came out in the newspaper the other day! I got so excited I nearly wanted to drag the boyfriend to the newly-opened shop half way through the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did drag him there, just last week. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9mmfi-xdI/AAAAAAAACmE/EEMEHPWI_ZA/s1600-h/P1070748_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9mmfi-xdI/AAAAAAAACmE/EEMEHPWI_ZA/s400/P1070748_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183474507616011730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuppacakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Cuppacakes now has a shop in Damansara and I guess most of you glutton people would have known it already. And the not-so-good-in-direction boyfriend impressed me by driving me to that place without getting lost at all! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yor &lt;/span&gt;why is my boyfriend so clever these days.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As we walked in, the smell of butter icing and cupcakes made my stomach went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kruu kruu&lt;/span&gt;" instantly. Well, for walk-in customers, there weren't much choices. But still, I managed to get some really cute looking cupcakes! (Self wondering: Am I buying the cupcakes for decoration or am I gonna eat them later?)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9mm_i-xeI/AAAAAAAACmM/k9NmeMpiN-I/s400/P1070710_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183474516205946338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My 12 Maxi Cupcakes at RM 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you were to buy one maxi cupcake, it is RM 3.50 each. But if you buy in bulk, like 12, then it's RM 3 each. And you know I am glutton. And so I bought 12 cupcakes of my own choice! *beams again* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9mm_i-xfI/AAAAAAAACmU/P-Hv0rrLew8/s1600-h/P1070721_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9mm_i-xfI/AAAAAAAACmU/P-Hv0rrLew8/s400/P1070721_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183474516205946354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The boyfriend's 12 Royal Cupcakes at RM 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The size of both Maxi and Royal cupcakes is the same. I guess the only difference is that Maxi Cupcakes have different designs with the same butter icing (Perhaps different colour, or slightly different flavour), while the Royal Cupcakes taste totally different from one another. Again, if you buy one Royal, it is like.. RM 4.50? (I can't remember already) But if you were to buy 12, then it is RM 48! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nvvi-xqI/AAAAAAAACns/FTG_3njbTqU/s1600-h/P1070755_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nvvi-xqI/AAAAAAAACns/FTG_3njbTqU/s400/P1070755_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183475766041429666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ronnie says, "Cheh cheh, I also want cupcakes puhweeeseeee?" *stare with big puppy eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the smell was so good and sweet Ronnie wouldn't bother running anywhere else except sitting beside us, which was also indirectly beside the cupcakes. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Here's some of my favourite looking cuppacakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9mm_i-xgI/AAAAAAAACmc/znW9ucvlMGE/s1600-h/P1070768_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9mm_i-xgI/AAAAAAAACmc/znW9ucvlMGE/s400/P1070768_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183474516205946370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maxi Strawberry. Look at that heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9mnPi-xhI/AAAAAAAACmk/DUcVcVQW5Bc/s1600-h/P1070769_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9mnPi-xhI/AAAAAAAACmk/DUcVcVQW5Bc/s400/P1070769_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183474520500913682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maxi Vanilla. I cant tell what this is. Fly? Mosquito? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nG_i-xiI/AAAAAAAACms/A_QDjPcTw4Q/s1600-h/P1070770_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nG_i-xiI/AAAAAAAACms/A_QDjPcTw4Q/s400/P1070770_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183475065961760290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maxi Chocolate and Mint. Hmm, this looks a lot like McD's Vanilla Sundae, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nG_i-xjI/AAAAAAAACm0/1xPGvTgebLw/s1600-h/DSC01409_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nG_i-xjI/AAAAAAAACm0/1xPGvTgebLw/s400/DSC01409_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183475065961760306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Royal Oreo and Cookies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nHPi-xkI/AAAAAAAACm8/kzw_xeNxSHk/s1600-h/DSC01410_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nHPi-xkI/AAAAAAAACm8/kzw_xeNxSHk/s400/DSC01410_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183475070256727618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Royal peanut and strawberry jam&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nHPi-xlI/AAAAAAAACnE/32qqo8tTYbE/s1600-h/DSC01412_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nHPi-xlI/AAAAAAAACnE/32qqo8tTYbE/s400/DSC01412_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183475070256727634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Royal Raisins&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nHPi-xmI/AAAAAAAACnM/mRN2NWixwHU/s1600-h/DSC01411_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nHPi-xmI/AAAAAAAACnM/mRN2NWixwHU/s400/DSC01411_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183475070256727650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Royal er.. Cheese? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nvPi-xnI/AAAAAAAACnU/yGtsUVebHF0/s1600-h/P1070713_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nvPi-xnI/AAAAAAAACnU/yGtsUVebHF0/s400/P1070713_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183475757451495026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Royal Chocolate! *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha something really funny happened that day. The cashier was telling us that we were not supposed to keep these cuppacakes under the hot sun as the butter icing would melt and hence would not be nice to be eaten. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And so while driving home, the glutton boyfriend wanted to eat the Royal Chocolate&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because he was afraid that the cuppacakes would melt before we get home (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kononnya lah&lt;/span&gt;. I think it was more like he was getting glutton because of the sweet scent of butter icing in the car). And so I took it out for him, and he started attacking the cuppacake by giving the chocolate a lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he gave it back to me. I was thinking like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wtf you lick already then you dowan liao?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he looked at me like a sad little boy saying that the butter icing is so hard and firm it wouldn't melt at all even if we were to leave it under hot sun for an hour. And that's why he wasn't eager to eat in the car already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha so funny! I should have taken his picture when he looked like a sad little boy!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As of now, I have only eaten 3 out of 12 cuppacakes. None of my family members is eating them, which I dont know why. Probably it's because they think it's a gift from my boyfriend and so they dont dare to snatch them away from me. Or maybe it's because these cuppacakes look too cute they wont wanna eat them. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nvfi-xpI/AAAAAAAACnk/4omNOuIHINI/s1600-h/P1070735_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nvfi-xpI/AAAAAAAACnk/4omNOuIHINI/s400/P1070735_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183475761746462354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss beetle and bee, kiss! Kiss before I eat you or you wont be able to kiss each other again! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, want some cuppacakes? No I am not giving you mine. Pfftt! You go get them in the Cuppacakes shop in Damansara!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nvvi-xrI/AAAAAAAACn0/9E-wxIIgkOI/s1600-h/P1070738_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9nvvi-xrI/AAAAAAAACn0/9E-wxIIgkOI/s400/P1070738_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183475766041429682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I go get my cuppacakes from my fridge! *hops away like an over-excited rabbit*&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuppacakes® by +wondermilk shop &amp;amp; cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.41, ss21/1A, damansara uptown,&lt;br /&gt;damansara utama, 47400 petaling jaya.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business hours: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon - Sat: 9am - 9pm&lt;br /&gt;Sun: 12pm - 6pm&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/37875572-5138733524074043274?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/5138733524074043274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=5138733524074043274&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5138733524074043274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5138733524074043274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/03/kek-cawan.html' title='Kek Cawan'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-9mmfi-xdI/AAAAAAAACmE/EEMEHPWI_ZA/s72-c/P1070748_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-8137876100936241374</id><published>2008-03-27T20:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:34:15.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>I takut</title><content type='html'>Cheng Meng is coming soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I hope that doesn't make me sound like I am very excited. I am very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takut&lt;/span&gt; actually. *hides in blanket*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I haven't really participated in this so called Cheng Meng festival. All this while, my dad would be the one representing my entire family and joining my other uncles and aunts to go clean up the graves of the ancestors. I guess none of my other cousins did follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say you don't need to be frightened even if you happen to see a ghost, that is if you haven't done anything sinful or harmful. But still, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takut&lt;/span&gt;. I once saw a pair of red shoes wore by those deceased during my grandpa's funeral, and then I realised, like it or not, things like these really do exist! How to not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takut lah &lt;/span&gt;you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I know I have no guts, I don't watch any of those scary movies. Well even if I don't watch those movies, I hardly dare to stare into the mirror in the middle of the nights, because thats how people happen to see ghosts behind them in the movie. Yes I know I said I don't watch those movies, but still, they are people who are anal enough to tell me how the ghosts appear in the movies to scare the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;. Bad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt; they all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, there were a lot of really strange incidents in my house. My second brother came home after work asking who was the one who knocked on his door early in the morning to wake him up for work. Normally my mom would be the one. But this time around, all of us were still sound asleep when he woke up, except my maid who I supposed was washing the cars outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who knocked on the door? O_O&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-ufDvi-xcI/AAAAAAAACl8/TZNXNJmldQ0/s1600-h/underblanket.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-ufDvi-xcI/AAAAAAAACl8/TZNXNJmldQ0/s400/underblanket.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182410682871498178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dono. I dowan to know either. Just let me sleep as though I am dead, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it wasn't scary enough, my sister then said that the night before yesterday, she heard my dad sneezing in the living room and went out from her room to have a look. She searched around and was surprised to learn that my dad had gone out for some unknown reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O So who was it who was sneezing? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't be my brothers because my dad's way of sneezing is just so loud. If we were to go shopping together and my dad were to sneeze from a place far away from my location, I could be very certain that it would be my dad, judging from the way and how loud the sneeze is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing both of their stories, I began to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takut &lt;/span&gt;again. See &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; aren't they anal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt; And so I ran into my room planning to do some assignment to change my focus. The moment I opened my door, there was this really strong smell in my room rushing into my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! I mean, my room really stink like shit! With no reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've checked the windows, they were all shut. My toilet was shit-less and that the door too was shut. There were no dead mice, no dead cockroaches, no alive lizards, no one fart, no panties or bras that stink, no nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so whats the explanation for the stinks? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then as though it has got its own legs, the odour just went off after like, half an hour. O_O &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;People say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yan hak yan, hak sei yan (Literally meaning: people frighten people, frighten die people. ahaks!)&lt;/span&gt;. Now in my case, that odour is simply frightening&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. I takut&lt;/span&gt;. Uwaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend once told me that he woke up one day and he nearly died out of shock the moment he opened up his eyes. Apparently his grandpa sneaked into his room while he was sound asleep, sitting on a stool staring at him while he was in lalaland. And the moment he opened up his eyes, his grandpa's face was right in front of his, just a few centimeters apart. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hantu-hantu&lt;/span&gt; and ghosts-ghosts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekalian&lt;/span&gt;, don't ever frighten me that way okay? I don't want to die of shock or surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, don't ever try to surprise or frighten me in ANY way okay? Because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takut&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs to take out all my Buddha cards, place them under my pillows while I hide under my blankets and starts mumbling amitabha amitabha for N times*&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/37875572-8137876100936241374?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/8137876100936241374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=8137876100936241374&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8137876100936241374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8137876100936241374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-takut.html' title='I takut'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-ufDvi-xcI/AAAAAAAACl8/TZNXNJmldQ0/s72-c/underblanket.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-5185613933192877136</id><published>2008-03-25T19:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:16:45.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Rounding mechanism in advance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday my boyfriend and I, together with Pei Pei, went to this restaurant named &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Piccadilly&lt;/span&gt; near our college for the very first time. Well it shouldn't be known as a restaurant. To me it looks more like a cafe as there were more students sipping ice lemon tea and milo ais than those who were really eating, plus they played the songs really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what was the funny thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CD hang in the middle of the way. Ella-ella-ella became Ek-ek-ek-la-la-la. And none of the waiters or the waitresses were bothered to turn it off until like 10 minutes later. Perhaps the CD was a pirated one, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was quite impressed with its food ordering system as it is all computerised. The waitress came to take our order and key them into the computer without needing to go all the way to the kitchen. It was all done very efficiently.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boyfriend ordered seafood fried rice, I asked for grilled chicken and Pei Pei went for Seafood Udon. I was anticipating for good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end it all tasted really salty! *puiks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we asked for the bill and the waitress came really fast with the bill in hand. A total of RM 34.45. So the boyfriend gave her RM 35 and the other waiter came back with the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Pei Pei and I were looking at the bill to further conclude who pays how much for what food, the boyfriend looked at me with a question mark on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: How much is it that they are supposed to give me back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er, 55 cents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: But they only gave me 50 cents back! Where is my 5 cents?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Huh?! *pulls over the boyfriend's palm idiotically to see if he had calculated wrongly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: *dulan* cheat my 5 cents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let me demonstrate to you how the boyfriend looks like when he gets dulan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-jp4vi-xZI/AAAAAAAAClk/OS9ZHeoiB2w/s1600-h/DSC01377_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-jp4vi-xZI/AAAAAAAAClk/OS9ZHeoiB2w/s400/DSC01377_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181648532334888338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like this. Cute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, me?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And to further assure that we did not make mistake in calculation, we proceeded to checking the bill again, and then we found something even more shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-jp5vi-xaI/AAAAAAAACls/36NxP4XG4uI/s1600-h/DSC01380_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-jp5vi-xaI/AAAAAAAACls/36NxP4XG4uI/s400/DSC01380_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181648549514757538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You add them all up, and RM 31.30 is for the total, and 10% for service charge, which is RM 3.13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All correct,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you go further down the bill. How much is RM 31.30 + RM 3.13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I allow you to take out your calculators. Go, go take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 34.43, no? So how did it get to RM 34.45?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It looks like they have started the rounding mechanism even before 1st April. So effective &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;? A few minutes ago I was impressed with all its systems being computerised, and now I also get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulan&lt;/span&gt;. Certainly the waiters and the waitresses with foreign nationalities wouldn't be smart enough to design such a software to run the entire cafe, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so I assume the boss himself/herself knows that he/she is overcharging the customers a few cents, in advance. Of course, some people might argue that the boss is preparing for 1st April, for the rounding mechanism, and hence the cafe seems to be overcharging the customers right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, maybe I am very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kedekut&lt;/span&gt; lah. Maybe I shouldn't have complaint about the rounding mechanism being applied in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, people, they are supposed to give us back 55 cents and yet they had only given us 50 cents in return. What on earth has happened to our 5 cents? Oh you mean to say it is as well rounded to the nearest 10 cents? Oh great why didn't I know about this new rounding mechanism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheh&lt;/span&gt;! See me small kid, want to bluff me is it? I read newspapers too okay, eventhough I admit that sometimes I read the entertainment section more, but still, I do read okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's either it has as well cheated our 5 cents, or the waiters or waitresses have taken them as their own tips. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulan&lt;/span&gt; because they cheated our 7 cents in total! I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; 7 cents is just so little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;. But still, 7 cents is 7 cents. Why should we pay more? And the boyfriend and I have been very kedekut. Everytime we go to small restaurants or cafes like this, we don't usually leave tips for them. Why? Because they are charging 10% service charge already! Isn't that more than enough tips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cafe/waiter/waitresses easily and shamelessly conned our 7 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. For that 7 cents, we have decided to never spend a single penny in that restaurant again regardless of how nice the food can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, try to cheat my few cents again&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt; you morons.&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/37875572-5185613933192877136?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/5185613933192877136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=5185613933192877136&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5185613933192877136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5185613933192877136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/03/rounding-mechanism-in-advance.html' title='Rounding mechanism in advance'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R-jp4vi-xZI/AAAAAAAAClk/OS9ZHeoiB2w/s72-c/DSC01377_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-1068216537943042214</id><published>2008-03-18T22:41:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:02:06.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Assignments, square face, and Rami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot afford to blog everyday because life has been pretty mundane as of late. I just cant come in here and type one or two lines and call it a post, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah I know you want to say my life seems to be really mundane almost all the time. But don't be so anal can? Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just see how my memory works. I'll try to put all the interesting and happening things together okaes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Assignments and case studies and progress test and discussion and group work and you-name-it keep flooding in over the past two weeks. Despite having only three modules this semester, there never seems to be an end to all these coursework. Of course I know that assignments and case studies are parts and parcels of each and every student's life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, but can't I rant it even a weee bit over my blog? Can or not you say? Can or not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah!&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most saddening case is when the assignments require you to go interview or get help from companies. It's like, so damn hard to get help from all these companies&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; They'll either reject you by telling you that they have got no time and stuffs like that, or they are just not bothered to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bird&lt;/span&gt; you. (In Mandarin, it's called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bu de kong niao ni lah!&lt;/span&gt;!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have classmates who walked in to the company and asked if they could carry out interviews with the HR department, and they got rejected right on the spot, saying that the company does not entertain interviews. Fine. Walk out of the company and relieve big sighs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is this someone who sent an email to an international company asking for opportunity to carry out some 15 minutes interview with the HR department, and then got replied the next few days. And then this someone got so happy thinking that the company is so efficient in replying. And the next minute this someone got so sad because the company said it does not entertain interviews and researches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that there is still some light of hope, this someone decided to send out a few emails at one go to a few companies, just in case none of these companies will be willing to help. So she aggressively sent her request to 9 big international companies and waited for their replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she thought that the first company was bad enough to have rejected her, she failed to get a single reply from any of the 9 companies. None of them cared or bothered to reply a small &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ciku&lt;/span&gt; like her because she is not of any use or value to these companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she felt so discouraged and unmotivated she felt like slitting her own throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that someone is yours truly. *Eats 100 sleeping pills*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that would be pretty useless too, seeing that I am so stressed of all these assignments I can hardly have nice sleep at nights. *relieve big sighs*&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R9_khbdkNUI/AAAAAAAAClU/XpWKmFM6oLY/s1600-h/1170459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R9_khbdkNUI/AAAAAAAAClU/XpWKmFM6oLY/s400/1170459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179109359457940802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grrrr!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. There's this friend of my boyfriend who is also our senior in college, let's call him square face.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R9_lG7dkNVI/AAAAAAAAClc/6glcTsa9Zxg/s1600-h/square_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R9_lG7dkNVI/AAAAAAAAClc/6glcTsa9Zxg/s400/square_face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179110003703035218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Square face has a face as square as this, with square specs, and almost square body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square face is one semester ahead of us and I really have to say that he is really a pain in the ass. Aiyah things are so complicated I'll have to think of how to brief the situation to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here goes. The boyfriend is not in the same class with me as he is majoring in Marketing while I am majoring in Business. So he too has to carry out group assignments where he happens to be with this classmate called Q, who happens to be very close with square face. Q is the type of people who will give ideas without knowing how she could reach her final ideas. The boyfriend is the group leader, yet she always instruct the boyfriend to do this and that. And whenever the boyfriend completes some work, she will then criticise here and there and demands things to be changed when she is not contributing at all to the work. The boyfriend gets pissed off with her and sometimes deliberately ignore her stupid instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Q is very close with square face. And square face is the boyfriend's so called good friend. So Q went complaining about the boyfriend to square face, and one day square face had the face to ask the boyfriend to give him a lift to the nearest LRT station. Together with us was Pei Pei, all 4 of us in the car.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And that son of a bitch started criticising my boyfriend like nobody's business, in front of me and my friend, no face given! Apparently he came for the sake of Q to find fault with the boyfriend, and the one sentence that pissed me off so badly was when he say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dono lor. If you insist of carrying out your assignment that way, it is not a problem lor if you fail badly in this paper. You want die can, but dont pull the others into the water also lor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Omgwtfbbqknnccb! Criticise my boyfriend in front of me! &lt;strike&gt;If want to criticise also I criticise lah! Who are you ah? &lt;/strike&gt; And look what came out from his mouth! Damn smelly shit. And then the funny part is square face didn't do too well either in his previous semester. He scored as badly as the poorest student in my class, and yet he had the face to shout at my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Like, hello! If you are a potential first class honours, we don't mind to listen to your pieces of advice. And that is also if we want to listen. Now that you are no where near first class, and that you didnt score good either, who the hell are you to say such harsh things to my boyfriend? Who do you think you are? Newton &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sheesh. People, they just don't know their own capability and ability. Own self pee also cannot aim nicely already some more want to teach others to aim and shoot far. Damn!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Ever since I asked my mom to buy a set of Rami before CNY, my family members have been neglecting the mahjong set. It is almost everyday that my parents and my siblings will play Rami together. Occasionally I do take turns &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, contribute a bit to mom's shoes, my dad's toto, sis's phone reload, and bro's Nasi Lemak. I am so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suey&lt;/span&gt; in the game I can lose up till 50 bucks in a few rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet it is so addictive wtf. Just the previous Sunday, I woke up at almost 12 and got myself prepared for lunch. And then they decided to Rami first while waiting for the arrival of grandma to join us for lunch. After lunch, we started to Rami again at 2.30pm to 7.30pm. Stopped for dinner. 8.00pm to 12.30pm we Rami&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ed&lt;/span&gt; again. wtf &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;one day just gone like that. Sat there till buntut keluar asap and won only 6 bucks. -_- Sien &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much happenings. *shocked* If i were to separate them up, I guess it could be 3 different posts already, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont you be anal again I tell you. My life isnt so mundane after all. Pffft!&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/37875572-1068216537943042214?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/1068216537943042214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=1068216537943042214&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1068216537943042214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1068216537943042214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/03/assignments-square-face-and-rami.html' title='Assignments, square face, and Rami'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R9_khbdkNUI/AAAAAAAAClU/XpWKmFM6oLY/s72-c/1170459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-303300605350270686</id><published>2008-03-10T21:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:36:04.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Out of the Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this habit of being ignorant to those little little stalls where there would be more than enough people standing around each of those stalls giving out pamphlets or brochures to the public. I do not normally reach out my hands to take those brochures and most of the time I would just smile at those people and say thank you while hurriedly walk away from them. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hey don't jump to a conclusion saying I am bad okay! How many of you do read those brochures? Most of the people would just reluctantly take those brochures, as though they were forced to do so. And then they stuffed those papers in their bags and that's it. Some even better. They take the brochures and fan themselves, and they will throw these brochures into the nearest dustbins, right in front of those people distributing the brochures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dare you say I am being cruel and that I am bad to those people. At least I smile and walk away. Why take when you know you won't read them? Waste paper only&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the other day I walked towards this particular stall in my college. No one forced me to. &lt;strike&gt; And I would never admit that the reason I walked towards the stall was because the boyfriend was standing there reading the brochures and that there were three beautiful girls explaining to him while he was reading the brochures. How could I not walk towards the stall&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt; you tell me? &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that I'd made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three girls were promoting an exchange programme called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work &amp;amp; Travel USA &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out of the Box&lt;/span&gt; (OOTB Personal Development Sdn Bhd), which is the appointed agent for such exchange programme in Malaysia. This programme allows students of tertiary studies from all around the world to visit USA during their semester break to experience life in the US through working as well as traveling there. It can be carried out anytime so long as the students have at least 2 to 3 months of semester break to spend in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was told that student has to pay an approximate amount of RM 8k - 9k to obtain comprehensive medical insurance while he/she gets into US. That 8k too includes getting all the visa done and getting a job of your own choice even before you reach US, and you can choose whether to work for only half of your holiday and spend the rest traveling, or just work all day long to cover your expenses and come back to Malaysia being rich. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now how does that sound? I am sure one will be able to cover his expenses if he is hardworking enough because the girls said they went there last year, and their hourly wage was 7 dollar. You do the Maths. Possible right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I was really attracted to join this programme. I mean, this is my final year and how long more can I still call myself a tertiary student? And so coincidentally I am going to have 3 months break in this coming June. Everything is like fated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought this coming semester break is going to be really meaningful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I had forgotten my two old folks at home, even that's for only a minute. I understand them so well I was 99% sure that they would definitely say no to me. No hope. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I went back home to try luck. Who knows they would be in good mood and then just agree to let me go while giving me sufficient money to travel the US. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt; I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Don't poke and break my well-built dream can or not? Dream a while can die is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I approached my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Me: Ma coming semester holiday I join a programme and go US work and travel can or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;?! You dont eat too full nothing to do I tell you. No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Expected-yet-still-so-sad-and-disappointed-can-die Story Part I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I approached my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Me: *Pass the brochures to my dad* Pa see this. Can I go during this coming semester break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: *Looks at the brochures and never look at it again the moment he sees the word "US"* Go  US? For what? Cannot! Why go so far and work? Cannot work in Malaysia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Expected-yet-still-so-sad-and-disappointed-can-die Story Part II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are my parents like that. =( *sniff sniff* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They always jump to conclusions and give instructions without giving us the reasons. Very autocratic one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt; Lucky they are not in power to govern our country, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;? Else &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semua mati liao&lt;/span&gt;. That time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pak Lah's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sami Vellu's&lt;/span&gt; cases are too minor to be mentioned already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did argue with my dad cos he seemed to think that my idea of going abroad is so wrong. But I see nothing's wrong with it except the fact that he has to sponsor me if I were to go to the US. Then he came up with excuses saying stuffs like why my classmates are not going and why am I so eager to go, and stuffs like I-can-sponsor-you-to-go- for-vacation-but-working-there-is-definitely-a-no-no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah &lt;/span&gt;you people are going to sooth me saying things like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiyah your papa loves you so much he just doesn't wanna let you go. He will miss you mah. 3 months you know?! Okay lah &lt;/span&gt;accepted. I know part of the reasons is because he might get worried if I were to leave him for so long. Yeah, 3 months time is consider "so long" to my dad already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;? But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are my parents like that... *throws tantrums while golek-ing on the floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since I cant make it already, I've decided to share it here. If you are a tertiary student, financially okay and wish to experience something different during your semester break, go to the &lt;a href="http://www.outofthebox.com.my/"&gt;OOTB website&lt;/a&gt; and check out the details okay? And hopefully your parents are not as autocratic as mine. *sulks*&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/37875572-303300605350270686?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/303300605350270686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=303300605350270686&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/303300605350270686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/303300605350270686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/03/out-of-box.html' title='Out of the Box'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-5049561491851262751</id><published>2008-03-04T21:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:46:19.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What will you be doing on 8th of March, 2008?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I over heard this conversation between the lecturer and one of my classmates yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Classmate: Miss, so are you going to vote this time around?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lectuer: Of course, why not? It is our responsibility to do so anyway. Are you voting?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Classmate: Yes I am.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lecturer: Where will you be voting? Who are the candidates?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Classmate: I will be voting in Petaling Jaya but I don't know who are the candidates. But definitely I will vote for Barisan Nasional &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: O_O omgwtfknndoyouknowwhatthebbqyouaretalkingabout?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~*~*~*~*~*&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R81RZsBhNEI/AAAAAAAAClM/Ftvt63hVJeE/s1600-h/vote.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R81RZsBhNEI/AAAAAAAAClM/Ftvt63hVJeE/s400/vote.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173881048674677826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doesn't this sound so true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that sound ridiculous to you? That classmate of mine does not even know who are the candidates in her area, yet she is so certain that she is going to vote for whoever that represents BN in her area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the "whoever" can be anyone, regardless of whether he/she is a donkey, monkey, kitty, or even a car key! So long as she sees the logo of BN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! With that logo anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pun boleh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I were to ask her why is it so, she would probably stare at me and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You stupid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;?! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bumiputera lah&lt;/span&gt;! Of course I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sokong&lt;/span&gt; and vote for BN&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;! If not you expect me to vote for Rocket&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ke&lt;/span&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heh. I guess I better not ask her the reason already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th of March 8th of March! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Albeit I am really excited about this election, I can't vote because I am still too young for this. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, not SO young, but still young &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! Else why am I not allowed to vote yet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I know, there's no point asking you to go and register yourself for the election already. The boyfriend went registering a few weeks ago, and he was told that he can only vote during the next election because they will need 3 months to process his application!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 freaking months! Register also need so long &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyah &lt;/span&gt;but anyway, the boyfriend also has to bear some responsibilities &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah.&lt;/span&gt; Told him to register earlier and did not want to listen. Now who else can he blame? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk tsk tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So those of you who have already registered, go vote wisely okay? Theres no such a rule saying that you can only vote for this certain party if you are this certain race. Go vote for people who can do something for the society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make a difference to your own life, and perhaps, mine as well as the others who are not eligible to vote yet.&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/37875572-5049561491851262751?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/5049561491851262751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=5049561491851262751&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5049561491851262751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5049561491851262751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-will-you-be-doing-on-8th-of-march.html' title='What will you be doing on 8th of March, 2008?'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R81RZsBhNEI/AAAAAAAAClM/Ftvt63hVJeE/s72-c/vote.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-7378027592249843761</id><published>2008-02-27T14:28:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:20:26.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The answer reveals</title><content type='html'>I finally knew why some of our standard is like this!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh, the "our" here refers to the graduates and undergraduates in the country these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me brief you the story and you shall be clear of the entire situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks back I have just started my new semester and I have gotten a new part time Malay lecturer who also gives lectures in one of the local Universities, to guide me on my Financial paper. And no, by saying he is a Malay, I have no intention to discriminate or to be biased. Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres these two statements which he keeps emphasising throughout the classes, and these two statements never failed to drive me insane despite majority of my classmates getting really happy to hear those from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;"All that I am teaching is for exam purposes. I ain't teaching anything other than what is coming out in the exam. So there is no need to read the other rubbish in the textbook. I will tell you what will be coming out in the exam." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like this paper is going to be really easy! Now frankly speaking, being a student, or picture yourself as though you are still a student, how many of you will be happy after listening to that statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of them, I feel sorry for you. Not only you, your parents, your country and whoever and whatever things that are related to you, be it directly or indirectly, simply because you show high dependency on others and you are so shallow to feel fortunate for not needing to learn more. Worse still, you show that you have no motivation in learning things and achieving higher in your life. To sum it all up, you cannot go far and you cant possibly contribute much to the society. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am definitely not happy. In fact I got really pissed. What do you mean when you say you are teaching for exam purposes only? I am not here just to sit and pass for my exam, but I am here hoping to get extra information and knowledge from you! What? You mean I wont need that in the future and all I have to know is how to answer the exam questions? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8UMyMDLAmI/AAAAAAAACk8/2frmimmjBGM/s1600-h/DSC01234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171553803472405090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8UMyMDLAmI/AAAAAAAACk8/2frmimmjBGM/s400/DSC01234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It's not only me. My panda also get all emo-ed because of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this new classmate of mine from Malacca who asked him to explain further on certain topics because she did not quite understand what he was trying to say. And the lecturer had the cheeks to tell her that all that she needs to know is written in the book. Just memorise the book and she can surely pass her exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Doesn't that sound funny? -___- If I were her I would think the lecturer was really getting on my nerves, after all we students have the right to clarify things that we don't understand. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Talk about being an experienced lecturer. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then there is this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;"As long as you co-operate with me, I guarantee and I assure you that all of you can get flying colours in the exams! I give you full marks! I give you A!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I don't know about you. But that absolutely, definitely sounds like he was trying to bribe us. You don't get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By means of co-operating, he demanded us to push our time table from the initial 1.30pm - 4.30pm to 5pm - 8pm just because he has gotten a new timetable in the University and he does not want to miss the chance of earning more income. That probably means that when all of you are happily walking out of your office and call it a day, I will be dragging myself into the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even MBA or PhD students do not attend class from 9.30am till 8pm, I supposed. What more to say I am a full-time undergraduate. How could I not be pissed? Furthermore its not like I am staying only 5 minutes walking distance away from the college, it takes time to travel to and fro, ya know? And what am I supposed to do during my lunch break at 12.30noon to 5pm while waiting for the class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we co-operate and if we agree to let him pushes the class 3 hours later, we are for sure to get an A from him. Now do you get what I mean already? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And so I did what I could, and the management took action by changing the lecturer immediately. (Note: That too shows that after all the mangement is also allergic to the lecturer and his styles of teaching, else why would they easily changed the lecturer after so little persuasion when I have no power in influecing their decision making?) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And because of that, some of the classmates got really annoyed and angry. WTF! (p/s: and yes, you, if you are reading this, I am that muthafucker who made your favourite lecturer go away. Talk about how shallow you are in the hope of securing your own results by depending on the tips that he is gonna give). &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They reckoned I've made their oh-so-good-he-sure- gives-me-an-A lecturer go away, and that I am inviting in a new lecturer who is very experienced, and one who will probably be more strict, one who gives more assignment, and one who forces them to swallow every single piece of information and knowledge that will be so unfamiliar to them, and one who might not give a single tip for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before that I sort of asked one of my classmates about what she thinks of the lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"I think he is a very good lecturer because I understand everything that he teaches! I've met worse one, we don't understand a wee bit of what he was trying to tell us throughout the whole semester. Very deep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*falls off chair and hits own jaw*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you are supposed to understand those because those belong to the foundation level! Aren't you aware that we should be learning something which we have never learnt before? And if you don't understand the lecture, blame it on yourself for not doing revision and not asking. You have a mouth, an unsealed one, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now I am even more sure that most of my classmates dislike me already for making their miserable lifes even more miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, you might wonder which University is the above mentioned lecturer in. I'll give you hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is in the University that only accepts &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bumiputeras&lt;/span&gt; as students. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That University had the highest rate of graduates unemployment among the other Universities in Malaysia last year &lt;strike&gt;because of the existence of such lecturer who pampers and spoils the students and make them all incompetent and brainless&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you go figure it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-7378027592249843761?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/7378027592249843761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=7378027592249843761&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7378027592249843761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7378027592249843761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/02/answer-reveals.html' title='The answer reveals'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8UMyMDLAmI/AAAAAAAACk8/2frmimmjBGM/s72-c/DSC01234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-4980258455388173656</id><published>2008-02-25T20:13:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:01:50.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I am caressing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You've heard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;iPod &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; iPhone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe you've even heard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;iFong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;iPong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. That is if you are from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But have you really touched an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Presenting to you, one of the first few original iPhones in Malaysia. (I supposed so because the seller said so and I have yet to see anyone around me with iPhone in hands.)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KxwMDLAYI/AAAAAAAACjQ/FOr3XzZqY7o/s1600-h/DSC00090_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KxwMDLAYI/AAAAAAAACjQ/FOr3XzZqY7o/s400/DSC00090_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170890763601117570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excuse my extremely-chubby-n-fat-yet-very-cute-and-elastic-cheeks. And yes I was holding and posing with the RM 1900++ iPhone. Bite me. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KxwcDLAZI/AAAAAAAACjY/mKuPDCgyhm0/s1600-h/DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KxwcDLAZI/AAAAAAAACjY/mKuPDCgyhm0/s400/DSC00099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170890767896084882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Designed by Apple in California. Assembled in China."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please don't get too excited already and start asking if I could lend you the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for even a minute. Not because I am stingy, but because it belongs to no one other than the boyfriend's brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;His brother! I know! It's so near yet so far from me right!!!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KxwsDLAaI/AAAAAAAACjg/GgAWHUC09V0/s1600-h/DSC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KxwsDLAaI/AAAAAAAACjg/GgAWHUC09V0/s400/DSC00088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170890772191052194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The very colourful interface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The boyfriend and I have no idea how the 20-year-old brother of his found out that he could get this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in Mid Valley. That also there were only two iPhones in stock. And yes, two were sold out the moment they reached the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And both the iPhones were bought by the boyfriend's brother and his friend! wtf they so bad right! They knew the phones would be there on last Saturday and they quickly went to buy them already. No chance given to anyone of us.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KxwsDLAbI/AAAAAAAACjo/B0aQjVZ0-4Q/s1600-h/DSC01239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KxwsDLAbI/AAAAAAAACjo/B0aQjVZ0-4Q/s400/DSC01239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170890772191052210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all touchscreen you have got no chance to feel the buttons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At first the boyfriend and I were telling his brother that there is no need to get an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt; since it is so pricey and we don't see how he is going to need it in his life. But we regretted instantly after seeing it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8Kxw8DLAcI/AAAAAAAACjw/mWAliBsr_hI/s1600-h/DSC01241_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8Kxw8DLAcI/AAAAAAAACjw/mWAliBsr_hI/s400/DSC01241_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170890776486019522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It uses Wi-Fi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is really fun and cool to play with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt; ya know. You just need to place your thumb and index fingers together on the screen, and then pull both fingers together to zoom out of the content, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, the invention of such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt; is so brilliant that one of its functions is to automatically adjust the placement of the content according to the way you are holding the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt;, be it vertically or horizontally, to enable you to read the content better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KylcDLAdI/AAAAAAAACj4/rRO_thnvLKg/s1600-h/DSC00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KylcDLAdI/AAAAAAAACj4/rRO_thnvLKg/s400/DSC00109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170891678429151698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vertically, the zoomed-out version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KylsDLAeI/AAAAAAAACkA/SL4vX32EwfY/s1600-h/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KylsDLAeI/AAAAAAAACkA/SL4vX32EwfY/s400/DSC00110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170891682724119010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Horizontally, the zoomed-in version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And then there is this "YouTube" option right there on the main interface. Touch that button softly and it connects you right away to a page showing you the latest clips in YouTube!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8Kyl8DLAfI/AAAAAAAACkI/Vh60et93sF0/s1600-h/DSC01244_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8Kyl8DLAfI/AAAAAAAACkI/Vh60et93sF0/s400/DSC01244_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170891687019086322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you can watch the sex scandal video anywhere you go already!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It also has a look-like-my-current-phone's-camera-but-why-does-it-seem- cooler 2 mega pixels camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8Kyl8DLAgI/AAAAAAAACkQ/evOTpm9n254/s1600-h/DSC01243_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8Kyl8DLAgI/AAAAAAAACkQ/evOTpm9n254/s400/DSC01243_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170891687019086338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet you will be able to see the nose hair clearly if you were to take a picture of your own nostrils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And what do you say if it too comes with &lt;strike&gt;GPS&lt;/strike&gt; Google Maps?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KymMDLAhI/AAAAAAAACkY/kjGzEO3dh_k/s1600-h/DSC01246_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KymMDLAhI/AAAAAAAACkY/kjGzEO3dh_k/s400/DSC01246_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170891691314053650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now tell me where you are and I can locate you instantly! Wait, I mean, the boyfriend's brother can locate you instantly already. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How to not fall in love with such brilliant creation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; you say? And so...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KzG8DLAiI/AAAAAAAACkg/ydKsgegIhYY/s1600-h/DSC01250_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KzG8DLAiI/AAAAAAAACkg/ydKsgegIhYY/s400/DSC01250_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170892253954769442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smuggled it back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who cares who is the owner when it comes to such lovely stuff right?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The boyfriend's brother threatening to commit triple suicides at the background by drinking bleach, slitting his own wrists and neck and also releasing extremely poisonous and smelly fart so that nobody walks out of his house alive till he gets hold of his iPhone again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Unwillingly gives back the iPhone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am pretty sure I will be going to the boyfriend's house more and more often already by now.&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/37875572-4980258455388173656?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/4980258455388173656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=4980258455388173656&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4980258455388173656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4980258455388173656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-caressing-it.html' title='I am caressing it'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8KxwMDLAYI/AAAAAAAACjQ/FOr3XzZqY7o/s72-c/DSC00090_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-762054960010570252</id><published>2008-02-20T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:37:25.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Of boy aged 4 - 7 and man aged 51</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately my dad has been getting anonymous phone calls on his cellphone. The other end of the phone line is always occupied by a small kid, I guess aged around 4 - 7 years old, who speaks very fluent hokkien, mandarin and also cantonese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But that, is not the main point. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: Hello? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kid: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: 你找谁啊? (Who are you looking for?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kid: 爸爸! (Dad!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: *shocked* 我不是你爸爸. (I am not your dad.) *Mom staring suspiciously at dad at the background* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kid: 爸爸你几点回来? (Dad, what time are you coming back?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: 都跟你讲我不是你爸爸咯! 打错了啦. 拜拜! (Told you I am not your dad already. Wrong number. Bye bye!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Few second later, the phone rang again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kid: 爸爸! (Dad!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: 我不是你爸爸! (I am not your dad!) *hung up the call, turned around and explained to mom who was looking at him with more suspicion in her eyes while his kids were laughing at him like hyenas*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Moments later, it's calling from the same number again. This time dad gave up already, and he passed his phone to my boyfriend and asked him to answer the phone.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Boyfriend: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kid: 爸爸! (Dad!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Boyfriend: 打错号码了. 这里没有你的爸爸咧! (You called the wrong number. It is not possible to find your dad here!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kid: *hung up* Toooooooot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Boyfriend: Hello? O_O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then that kid didnt call anymore for the following few days. Peace. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But not for long... =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... Cos he called again a few days later. This time he spoke in Hokkien. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kid: &lt;em&gt;Kan nin na bu chao chee bye&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: *shocked* &lt;em&gt;Ha mik!?&lt;/em&gt; (What!?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kid: *hung up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: *dumbfounded*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Few seconds later, phone rang again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kid: &lt;em&gt;Fuck you&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: &lt;em&gt;Fuck you&lt;/em&gt; back &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! *hung up before the kid got to hang up the call*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And we kids and my mom laughed like hyenas while my dad was getting really pissed at that little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And perhaps my dad did scold him back, he didnt dare to call and disturb for a few days. Just a few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And one day he decided to call again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: Hello!?!? (He remembered the number already and he was really pissed when he saw that number again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kid: &lt;em&gt;Tiu lei lou mou chao hai&lt;/em&gt;! *hung up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: *grumble* !#$%^&amp;amp;* whose kid is this?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Phone rang for the second time on the same day. Dad stood up, prepared his lungs and picked up the call*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: &lt;em&gt;Tiu lei lou mou chao fa hai, lei sek pao mou yeh zhou hai mai? Lei yat zhek da lei zhou mat yeh? tiu lei lah!!!&lt;/em&gt; (!#$%^&amp;amp;*, you eat full nothing to do &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;? Why do you keep calling me? !#$%^&amp;amp;*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kid: *hung up instantly without saying hello and bye* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dad: *sat back down on the couch* One day if he really pisses me off till the maximum, I'll go check out the owner of the number and find out whose kid he is and the kid is going to get it from me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Laughs*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, if you have kids at home, more so if they know how to use your cellphones to make phone calls and to scold bad words fluently in three different languages, be afraid, be very afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cos the kid is wanted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-762054960010570252?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/762054960010570252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=762054960010570252&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/762054960010570252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/762054960010570252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/02/of-boy-aged-4-7-and-man-aged-51.html' title='Of boy aged 4 - 7 and man aged 51'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-332892377859641437</id><published>2008-02-16T02:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T03:22:53.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Lovey-dovey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How was your Valentine's? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Or was it a Single Awareness Day? *hugs if it is so* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember I was really upset and disappointed when the boyfriend said he was going for a trip to China with his family during CNY. Back then he was still unsure of the exact date of his return, and hence not only I could definitely not celebrate CNY with him, there was also high possibility that I would be all alone during Valentine's. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The very first Valentine's of ours. *sulks* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well some of you might hold the opinion that it can be Valentine's for us everyday so long as we are happy together every moment. I might have said those too to the other friends of mine when they were in the same situation as I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I can hardly agree with that already now. It feels really bad knowing that you cant be with your beloved on this normal-yet-special day =( &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then again, maybe because it was the first Valentine's of ours. Maybe when it gets to the 2nd, 3rd, 4th and so forth of Valentine's, we might not mind and care that much already. That I wouldnt know. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The turning point is... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was not alone on Valentine's as the boyfriend managed to come home a day before Valentine's! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was more than happy already when he touched down at about 11pm, safe and sound, and still bubbly and round. How could I ask for more? At least I have my beloved around me, not far far away in China, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167273778367627634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R7XYH8DLAXI/AAAAAAAACjI/CxX4D28Sl10/s400/DSC01144_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pink and red roses with 2 little bears going at I-dont-know-how-much-but-it-must-be-very-expensive-price &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently the boyfriend went around looking for florist when I was having my class in the afternoon, on V day itself, and he was lucky enough to have found one. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I thought I would not receive flowers already this year since the boyfriend always go around saying "&lt;em&gt;Aiyah roses so expensive lah during Valentine's!",&lt;/em&gt; with my reply being "&lt;em&gt;aiyah then no need to buy roses lah. dont waste money." &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, that was not sincere, and it will never be. Ahaks! Which girl on earth will not want to receive flowers on V day &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Does your bf/gf wake up early and prepare and feed you breakfast before you go to work/school everyday? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mine does. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Does he/she wait for you patiently in a little corner while you are having your long hours of work/class eventhough he/she does not have to stay back for work/class? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mine does. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Does he/she ask you to have a nap while he/she is drivng you home because he/she knows that you must be tired after long hours of work/class? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mine does. And he treats me like a baby by handing me the &lt;em&gt;kuma kuma&lt;/em&gt; mini bolster in his car to hold it to sleep. Except that he doesnt sing lullaby. He still sing Jay Chou. -__- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R7XYHsDLAWI/AAAAAAAACjA/lHGAIpvQ6bY/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC01140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167273774072660322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R7XYHsDLAWI/AAAAAAAACjA/lHGAIpvQ6bY/s400/Copy+of+DSC01140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How to not &lt;em&gt;sayang &lt;/em&gt;him &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; you say? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy belated V day to all of you! May all the days ahead of yours be as lovey-dovey as possible, regardless of who you are spending them with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-332892377859641437?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/332892377859641437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=332892377859641437&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/332892377859641437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/332892377859641437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/02/lovey-dovey.html' title='Lovey-dovey'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R7XYH8DLAXI/AAAAAAAACjI/CxX4D28Sl10/s72-c/DSC01144_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-226688386895763882</id><published>2008-02-13T18:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:06:14.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not that I have gone somewhere far away from my actual home. It's the fact that I am sitting down here typing again in the blogsphere! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So how's everyone? *check if anyone's around* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How's Chinese New Year? Fun? Lots of Ang paos? *trying to peep into your pocket* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I know I have been away for quite some time. Often I had the urge to come up here and say something, but I tend to give up my blog for other things, such as chit chatting in msn, playing online games, or even wandering around my house in pyjamas doing nothing. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No life&lt;em&gt; hor&lt;/em&gt;? I know! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There were actually many things to be said here if I want to, but then again, people might not be interested in what I have eaten today, where have I been to, who am I hanging out with and stuffs like that. So why bother to update? Update for the sake of updating? Nah. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But why am I here again? *thinks* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I dont know why. Probably because everything is new now. New year. New semester. New obstacles and challenges ahead. New friends. New worries. All and all. So I thought, why not give a new start to my blog? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166414432721109330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R7LKjcDLAVI/AAAAAAAACi4/7K7GHYTN4SQ/s400/DSC01130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I even had a new hair colour. Now people call me Ah Lian. -_- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Perhaps there wouldnt be people reading my blogs already, but I care no more. After all not that I have fulfilled my responsibility as a blogger by updating really often, so I do not expect my readers to still be around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But if you still are, I thank you, whole heartedly. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going smooth as of late. Just ended my semester break and had a nice and relaxing Chinese New Year. Attended classes of the new semester and it suddenly strucks me that I am already a student of final year studies. It feels just like when I was about to make my first step into the college during my foundation studies. The only difference might be the heavier loads of studies. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How time flies &lt;em&gt;eh?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But I really think I have not been spending my time wisely. I guess I relaxed too much. I spent my previous semester break gaming away all day long when I was supposed to be reading up and preparing myself for the final year, and also for the future. But I am always easily convinced by myself that semester break is for me to relax, to not do anything and stop my brain from functioning as much as when I was in college. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I know, such thinking is wrong. And hence, I am thinking of ways to catch up, to gain knowledge that I am supposed to but I have not been getting due to my laziness. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The upcoming target? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;To learn and master SPSS. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Problem is, where and how to start achieving the target? I havent seen any course about SPSS thus far. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyone of you have any idea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-226688386895763882?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/226688386895763882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=226688386895763882&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/226688386895763882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/226688386895763882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R7LKjcDLAVI/AAAAAAAACi4/7K7GHYTN4SQ/s72-c/DSC01130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-1660171481380599731</id><published>2007-12-27T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:34:57.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Do you have an antenna?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always get easily annoyed and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pek chek &lt;/span&gt;with my boyfriend as sometimes he is a little bit slow in digesting what I have told him. My family members always laugh at him for not having an antenna. Antenna, you know? It helps you to receive information more accurately, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boyfriend lacks antenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girlfriend does not have much patience to repeat words by words to him most of the time. Seriously that can drive the girlfriend insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so to calm the girlfriend down, the boyfriend will jokingly admit that he is a retard so that the girlfriend will not get too annoyed. It did make the girlfriend laugh instead of getting annoyed, but the girlfriend has never agreed with him that he is a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who on earth will say your other half is a retard? If so, by choosing him/her to be your partner, aren't you more retarded? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;! Gotcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, we had a black out in my house and the boyfriend suggested to sit outside of the house to get some fresh hair. He was perspiring like anything and I thought I would get some newspaper to fan him. So I took some newspapers from the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he threw me a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Har?&lt;/span&gt; You wanna read newspaper even when it is so dark?! Can see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to laugh so badly but I just giggled without saying anything. Then I thought of getting a few pieces of newspapers instead of getting a really thick section to fan him. So I was flipping through the newspapers looking for thinner sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he threw a bomb again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oi&lt;/span&gt; you looking for the entertainment section is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my retarded boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: And he is known as a genius to one of our English lecturers in college. How irony &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh&lt;/span&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/37875572-1660171481380599731?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/1660171481380599731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=1660171481380599731&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1660171481380599731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1660171481380599731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-have-antenna.html' title='Do you have an antenna?'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-133565089023796021</id><published>2007-12-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:01:37.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan-makan'/><title type='text'>My brain is full I cant think of anything to write here</title><content type='html'>Taken your breakfast yet today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about supper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper after supper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Don't get annoyed first can? I just do not want you to get extremely hungry after this ya know. Go get some food if you haven't eaten yet. But I think you might still drool when you reach the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belanja&lt;/span&gt; salmon. Deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I made our way to the new Jusco in Bukit Tinggi 2 Klang last Wednesday. That place is ten minutes driving distance away from my house. *peace* Now I need not go all the way to Mid Valley or Sunway Pyramid already. Shopping? Jusco Bukit Tinggi will do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. When it comes to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan-makan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;Sakai&lt;/strike&gt; Sakae Sushi in Jusco Bukit Tinggi sure rocks my boat!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD-YYkuuI/AAAAAAAACig/OX9qJo5mw54/s1600-h/DSC01071_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD-YYkuuI/AAAAAAAACig/OX9qJo5mw54/s400/DSC01071_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141215188596603618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rabbit went to Sakae and her stomach instantly became &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD-oYkuvI/AAAAAAAACio/TXwRWtv7wow/s1600-h/DSC01074_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD-oYkuvI/AAAAAAAACio/TXwRWtv7wow/s400/DSC01074_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141215192891570930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was really cool to see monitors with interactive menus at every table. The moment you flip their menu books, the first page itself teaches you how to use the interactive menu to order your sushis and your meals will be deliver to you as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we still used the traditional way of taking orders. Because there were too many waiters and waitresses, and all of them were too free walking around.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD0YYkupI/AAAAAAAACh4/wPtVi8TWynM/s1600-h/DSC01101_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD0YYkupI/AAAAAAAACh4/wPtVi8TWynM/s400/DSC01101_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141215016797911698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These kiddy sets are so cute can? Aeroplane also got, Hamtaro also got, Fire Engine also got. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suka&lt;/span&gt;! I was so tempted to ask for one of these until the waitress there told me that there is no way I could bring home the container. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suak! Mai Ciak &lt;/span&gt;those! (Forget it, I am not asking for those anymore!)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So the boyfriend asked for Sakae Premium Bento @ RM 32.90.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lJh4YkuwI/AAAAAAAACiw/zQZInzS8-Ro/s1600-h/DSC01082_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lJh4YkuwI/AAAAAAAACiw/zQZInzS8-Ro/s400/DSC01082_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141221296040098562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boyfriend busy eating his Bento because he was afraid that I would secretly gobble down his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sashimis, &lt;/span&gt;which I did at the end.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD1IYkutI/AAAAAAAACiY/vtjV9YLiM40/s1600-h/DSC01083_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD1IYkutI/AAAAAAAACiY/vtjV9YLiM40/s400/DSC01083_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141215029682813650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't blame me. How could I resist these? Look at the shrimps. Look at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-orangey-reddy&lt;/span&gt; salmons. *slurps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD0oYkuqI/AAAAAAAACiA/UqokVhNVr5Y/s1600-h/DSC01075_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD0oYkuqI/AAAAAAAACiA/UqokVhNVr5Y/s400/DSC01075_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141215021092879010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Futomaki &lt;/span&gt;which I took from the belt. All sushis in blue plates (or were they green?) were going for RM 1.90, pink plates were going for RM 3.90 while the red ones were all RM 4.90. I could not say anything nice about this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Futomaki&lt;/span&gt; as to me, they tasted just like the ones in Sushi King, except that these were 10 cents cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I definitely could say something when this was served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD04YkurI/AAAAAAAACiI/Q0CIjvgwyXc/s1600-h/DSC01078_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD04YkurI/AAAAAAAACiI/Q0CIjvgwyXc/s400/DSC01078_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141215025387846322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unagi &lt;/span&gt;Tofu with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unagis&lt;/span&gt;, eggs, and tofu. Price, people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 5.90! *gasp* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pi kah lao sai liao lor&lt;/span&gt;! You cant even get 3 pieces of unagi in Sushi King at such a price, what more to say with tofu and egg! I like this dish, even though it was served cold. It was meant to be cold.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The next dish? Came the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ajitsuke Idako&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD04YkusI/AAAAAAAACiQ/WHuLdLIdYts/s1600-h/DSC01081_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD04YkusI/AAAAAAAACiQ/WHuLdLIdYts/s400/DSC01081_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141215025387846338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look, I wouldn't say these were big, but they were definitely so much bigger than those in Sushi King, and it came in quite a big portion compared to those in Sushi King. It tasted heavenly. Oh~ Price? RM 5.90!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; D'oh&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lDSoYkukI/AAAAAAAAChQ/sAkQ43Gae2k/s1600-h/DSC01087_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lDSoYkukI/AAAAAAAAChQ/sAkQ43Gae2k/s400/DSC01087_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141214436977326658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fresh Salmon! *pengsans* Four slices in a plate! And each slice was about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lDTIYkulI/AAAAAAAAChY/xmGSf1IpZu0/s1600-h/DSC01088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lDTIYkulI/AAAAAAAAChY/xmGSf1IpZu0/s400/DSC01088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141214445567261266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS THICK! I was so excited and touched to see the thick salmon slices I almost cried. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;I lied. That's too much. 4 slices of this thick salmon were for RM 5.90!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you think you have a reason to go Sakae Sushi already? Not yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lDTYYkumI/AAAAAAAAChg/evoKpLPopN4/s1600-h/DSC01089_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lDTYYkumI/AAAAAAAAChg/evoKpLPopN4/s400/DSC01089_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141214449862228578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 Sakae Blossoms at RM 5.90! No you are not blind, neither am I an idiot in calculations. The boyfriend gobbled one of these even before I had a chance to take a picture of it. Do you see salmon in each and every one of the sushi? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Having eaten those, we were already full. So we sat there and relaxed, sipped our green tea while I was busy looking at their menu again. And I discovered these..&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lDToYkunI/AAAAAAAACho/VByzCIzJxhA/s400/DSC01091_edited.jpg" /&gt;Both Salmon roll and Salmon Skin roll going for RM 1.90 each. I almost choked on my green tea when I saw this. I know Salmon is one of the dirtiest fish in the world, but cheap till that extend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you. That's not all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lDToYkuoI/AAAAAAAAChw/SPKdT4g7o6g/s400/DSC01090_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141214454157195906" border="0" /&gt;Two salmons per plate going for RM 1.90. WHY.DIDNT.I.SEE.THIS.EARLIER? And just in case if you think that the salmon would be really thin and small, you are wrong. I happened to see a waitress carrying these salmon sushis around, and they were really big ones, bigger than those in Sushi King, so much bigger! Awww! You can just have ten plates of these and all you have to pay is just RM 19 plus the charges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would you please tell me why did I sign up to become a member of Sushi King in year 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to Sakae Sushi again, definitely. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, so do you owe me salmons now? *evil grin*&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/37875572-133565089023796021?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/133565089023796021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=133565089023796021&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/133565089023796021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/133565089023796021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-brain-is-full-i-cant-think-of.html' title='My brain is full I cant think of anything to write here'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R1lD-YYkuuI/AAAAAAAACig/OX9qJo5mw54/s72-c/DSC01071_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-4592969288317371602</id><published>2007-11-27T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:14:03.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan-makan'/><title type='text'>Looks can be deceiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't been blogging about food recently, have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been approximately three years studying in the PJ area now. Last two years, my classmates and I would only eat in the college cafeteria as none of us had our own car to drive around the college area. I tell you, the food in my college was so terrible I still feel like puking the moment I think of it. The cafeteria aunty was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiamsiap &lt;/span&gt;she would just cook a few dishes for the economy rice, with say like, 5 out of 7 dishes being plain vegetables. My classmates and I had been eating that for around a year and I thought I had almost become a vegetarian. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have my own car already, I can drive around everywhere looking for food during that one hour lunch break! (Yaaaa righttt, where can I go to during the one hour lunch break? Traffic jam everywhere in PJ. Damn sien one. -_-) Thus we could only go to some hawker stalls to have our lunch, everyday the same place, the same table, the same food. *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day my boyfriend and I decided to go around SS2 looking for lunch. Apparently there is this nice dessert shop in SS2 and it is famous because of its mango ice (If I am not mistaken, the name of the shop is "Kei Tak Sek"). We went there three times in the same week, and it was shut for all three days. !@#$%^&amp;amp; Anyone of you heard of this shop? And do you know why hasn't it been operating? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Failing to have mango ice as lunch, we went hunting around looking for other shops. At the same row, there was this newly opened restaurant with quite plain decorations and some flower baskets at its entrance.  First day of business it seems, serving some Hong Kong cuisine. It sounded so tempting my boyfriend and I went in without doubt. It has great varieties of food, from rice to noodles to appetizers. Looks good, we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u2hHr92aI/AAAAAAAACgI/eIYguDzm2QQ/s1600-h/DSC01001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u2hHr92aI/AAAAAAAACgI/eIYguDzm2QQ/s400/DSC01001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137400480061577634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;I ordered honey sea coconut and it cost a bomb in my pocket. -_- And it's not even nice to drink! I swear I can cook better than this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite some time back since I dined in that restaurant and I don't at all remember the names of the dishes that we've ordered by now (Well, such is a very obvious prove that the food there sucks big time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u2g3r92ZI/AAAAAAAACgA/OwU1gDpxZUk/s400/DSC00999_edited.jpg" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u2g3r92ZI/AAAAAAAACgA/OwU1gDpxZUk/s1600-h/DSC00999_edited.jpg" /&gt;I had this black pepper beef rice, and when I fed my boyfriend a spoonful of this, he went "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, this cook must be professional. No one else can be like him or her. The beef does not have the taste of black pepper when you are chewing it, and the sauce is just.. plain black pepper sauce. Nothing blends together!" &lt;/span&gt;See how sarcastic he was. Tsk tsk tsk! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u2hXr92bI/AAAAAAAACgQ/NIn1no90KQ0/s1600-h/DSC01003_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u2hXr92bI/AAAAAAAACgQ/NIn1no90KQ0/s400/DSC01003_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137400484356544946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boyfriend had this. They claimed that this is their chef's recommendation and I must say that the chef needs more training before he can make any recommendations to the customers. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost us RM 25 to have these. Wasted wasted wasted. Don't go there people! It's not worth the price! Don't say I didn't tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just yesterday, we were looking for lunch again. This time we have decided to have our lunch in Centro Klang. Initially we wanted to have Sushi, and then there was this restaurant called SJC right beside Sushi. We had noticed that restaurant from the very first time we went to Centro, yet we had never try them. So we thought, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong move, again. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u2hXr92cI/AAAAAAAACgY/bVR0VQl2cW8/s1600-h/DSC01013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u2hXr92cI/AAAAAAAACgY/bVR0VQl2cW8/s400/DSC01013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137400484356544962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice Lemon Tea which the taste is no where near the name. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u2hnr92dI/AAAAAAAACgg/WUh_UkM0ixs/s1600-h/DSC01016_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u2hnr92dI/AAAAAAAACgg/WUh_UkM0ixs/s400/DSC01016_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137400488651512274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noodles top with home made Spicy Sauce @ RM 8.50. To me it tasted more like a handful of yellow noodles top with tuna. -_- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u3Tnr92fI/AAAAAAAACgw/vf1JDA6h5Ek/s1600-h/DSC01019_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u3Tnr92fI/AAAAAAAACgw/vf1JDA6h5Ek/s400/DSC01019_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137401347644971506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boyfriend had this Cheese Baked Rice with Fish @ RM 10.90. Again, very small portion. One positive thing about this dish is that there were more cheese than rice in it. The negative point is the boyfriend felt like puking after having so much of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;donno-what-type-of-cheese&lt;/span&gt; in his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u3T3r92gI/AAAAAAAACg4/HnfgRoonJtI/s1600-h/DSC01020_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u3T3r92gI/AAAAAAAACg4/HnfgRoonJtI/s400/DSC01020_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137401351939938818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hong Kong Kailan going at RM 4.50 per plate. Pretty average. After all, all that they had to do was to pour some oyster sauce on it and sprinkle some fried garlic and ikan bilis on them. I would really throw a fit if they were not even able to prepare it nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u3Tnr92eI/AAAAAAAACgo/SEjdqauTXP8/s1600-h/DSC01017_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u3Tnr92eI/AAAAAAAACgo/SEjdqauTXP8/s400/DSC01017_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137401347644971490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three dumplings in soup @ RM 4.50. The dumplings look big in size &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u3T3r92hI/AAAAAAAAChA/KZozu7VB6A0/s1600-h/DSC01021_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u3T3r92hI/AAAAAAAAChA/KZozu7VB6A0/s400/DSC01021_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137401351939938834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear I would never order this anymore (That is if I would ever step into that restaurant again). It tasted like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siu mai&lt;/span&gt;, the very not delicious type of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siu mai&lt;/span&gt;. Awwww!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And this cost us near to RM 40 after tax and service charges. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grrrr&lt;/span&gt; why open restaurant when you cant even cook and serve delicious food in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. With RM 40, I can eat like 10 plates of delicious chicken drumstick rice in PJ. Uwaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone, any suggestions of nice place or restaurants in PJ area?&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/37875572-4592969288317371602?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/4592969288317371602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=4592969288317371602&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4592969288317371602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4592969288317371602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/11/looks-can-be-deceiving.html' title='Looks can be deceiving'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R0u2hHr92aI/AAAAAAAACgI/eIYguDzm2QQ/s72-c/DSC01001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-7559172959498069798</id><published>2007-11-19T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:11:39.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Old at 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost end of November leow lorr...&lt;/span&gt;". Thanks for the reminder, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laundryamah&lt;/span&gt;. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt; grin* Here, here I come update! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have anyone one of you been reading the newspaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, I don't mean news about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bersih&lt;/span&gt; demonstration. There are a lot of blogs and articles about the demonstration out there for you to refer to, just in case you are still very interested in those news. Rabbit's World is hardly about politics, ya know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I used to be very ignorant about all these political issues in our country. Well, gone are those days where I could ignore all these matters and still shout out loud that I am very happy to be a Malaysian. There are just so many blogs out there talking about the demonstration recently, making me more and more interested in knowing whats happening in the country. I know I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am still not going to write about politics, because that's not what I am good in, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this news in one of the Chinese newspapers yesterday. I am not sure if you guys have it in the other languages though. There was this 16 years old girl on the front page of yesterday's newspaper. She was there with her family members and reporters, as well as her 4 months old baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years old girl with 4 months old baby? Okay, probably you've heard that more than enough already in today's age, no special &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so why were they there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that girl ran away from her husband (18 y.o.) a few days ago (or was it months?), carrying the baby along. The husband suspected that she wanted to sell off their baby to the others, hence he got really frightened and angry and he went seeking for help from certain politician, and it came out in the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if he did not do so, we wont get to know how the world has changed. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after the husband went seeking for help, the girl came out with her family to sort things out. Apparently, that baby does not belong to her husband. He belongs to her ex-boyfriend. According to the girl, she had her first sex with her husband some time in January this year when she was already 1 or 2 months pregnant with other's baby. Then some time around May, they got married in the traditional way because the husband's family discovered that she was pregnant. A week after they got married, she claimed she did tell her mother-in-law and her husband that the baby does not belong to her husband, but they did not believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. then the baby came to the world in July this year. I supposed the evidence is clear enough to show that the baby does not belong to her husband already.  Surprisingly it was written in the newspaper that the mother-in-law was willing to ask her son to go for a DNA test, but no matter what is the outcome, she definitely wants the baby back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the girl said she was forced to marry her husband and she does not love him, and she pledged the husband and his family to not interfere her life anymore as she was not married to him in the legal way. and she's not giving the baby to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, can you tell me the mentality of the teenagers these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting pregnant at such a young age is already serious enough. Carrying A's baby and get married with B is another wrong thing. when the baby is delivered, then tell B that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry i don't love you and i just want to use your name as my baby's father in the birth certificate and sayonara". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah what has happened to all these teenagers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;? Back to the Mesopotamian days where they have got nothing else better to do and the only thing in their heads is how to contribute to the population in the country is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really admit that I am old already, because I really do not know how their brains function. What were you doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah &lt;/span&gt;when you were 16? Play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guli&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The other day I had a fight with my boyfriend and we were sitting outside my house for like 1 hour or more trying to sort things out. Then right after my boyfriend had left, I stepped into my house and my dad had this weird look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you okay&lt;/span&gt;?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confirmed I was and then he kept saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you sure you are okay? You are not creating troubles, are you? You dont luan luan lai ah I tell you. You better know what you are doing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;*stops for a while* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Really okay hor? Bo tai chi hor?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I nodded and nodded and nodded confirming that nothing was wrong with me. I guess he thought his silly daughter would have gotten him a grandchildren or something and he thought I was probably getting all upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these news about girls getting pregnant at very young age, no wonder my dad gets so worried these days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmph! &lt;/span&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/37875572-7559172959498069798?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/7559172959498069798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=7559172959498069798&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7559172959498069798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7559172959498069798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/11/old-at-20.html' title='Old at 20'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-8694566958601747135</id><published>2007-10-30T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:12:46.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About rabbit'/><title type='text'>Three bowls pork legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... literally meaning.. sawadeekappp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konbawa watashiwa rabbit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang sudah balik&lt;/span&gt; desu! *Blow whistle* Anybadi home? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really really feels like ages since I  last blogged. I was kinda shocked to see there are only two or three entries for the month of October. No wonder most of you were saying I am getting more and more lazy lately. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ampun maaf lah&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarak &lt;/span&gt;things to blog about,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; apa boleh buat kan?&lt;/span&gt; (See, right up till this point I am still typing nonsense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty mundane lately. Birthday celebration doesn't mean a lot to me anymore. Back then when I was young, I got upset really easily if I did not get many presents from my friends and family. But everything has changed now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Urm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe because I am officially 20 now. Matured in thinking already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kononnya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cheh cheh&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that one thing that I am really busy with lately? It's swimming. You remember I told you about me learning swimming? Yes? No? Ahh heck it even if you dont remember. I am very sure that you are gonna shout "That is none of my business!!!" right at my face. Don't tell me you won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhhhhh right. If it is none of your business, why are you still reading my blog? Oh you mean to say you accidentally stumbled upon my blog&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyoh malu lah aku&lt;/span&gt;. But maybe you are really not interested. And now can you please accidentally quit my blog? Very easy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mia! Neh,&lt;/span&gt; that red cross on the top right hand corner. Click that! Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are interested... Here's me in bikini.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yalah yalah &lt;/span&gt;dream &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah! &lt;/span&gt;As though you haven't dreamt enough at night. Come here also you must dream&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mana mungkin&lt;/span&gt; got bikini pictures. Do you have any idea how I look like when I go to the swimming pool? Yeah, I wrap myself up like ba zhangs, or nasi pulut, or rice dumplings, or whatever-you-call-it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah. Yer&lt;/span&gt;, people very conservative one mah, shy shy one you know wear bikini. (No, please don't remind me that my body fat will scare the hell out of the other swimmers and that the whole pool will be highly polluted. It's like how those oil tankers pollute the river and sea, ya know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so much crap above. The main point is, I am able to swim now. Finally! After years and years of writing the so called new year resolutions of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to learn swimming!&lt;/span&gt;" in my little diary, within a month, or to be exact, after about 10 sessions of 1 hour class, I can now swim all the four strokes. The only thing is I am not able to swim doggie stroke yet. Any experts out there? Teach teach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel like slapping myself so much ya know. I wonder what took me so long to actually register myself with that swimming centre and pick up that additional swimming skill. It is only ten hours of swimming lessons if I were to put the classes altogether! Heck it, I ended wasting so much time and effort writing "I wanna learn swimming" every single year when it only took me 10 hours to accomplish that oh-so-great ambition of mine. To think of it the time used to keep writing down that ambition would be so much more than the ten hours used to pick up the skill. See, the impact of procrastination. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of myself. So how's everyone? =D&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/37875572-8694566958601747135?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/8694566958601747135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=8694566958601747135&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8694566958601747135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8694566958601747135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/10/three-bowls-pork-legs.html' title='Three bowls pork legs'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-3710397543665822314</id><published>2007-10-08T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:25:15.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Boss! Teh See Peng satu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: eh baby why this road here so jam. The cars are not moving at all! We'll definitely be late for class lah like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Boyfriend: *cuts queue then cuts in at the front without knowing danger's ahead* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BEEP BEEEEP! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mata kia: *waves hand indicating us to stop at the left* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: baby faster faster give me all your money in your wallet! Keep only 10 bucks else they'll ask for a lot of &lt;em&gt;duit kopi&lt;/em&gt;! *grabs all money from boyfriend and stuffed it all into my own wallet (Brilliant, eh? Daylight robbery we call it =D)* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boyfriend: *takes out license and wind down mirror* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mata kia: &lt;em&gt;Selamat pagi, encik!&lt;/em&gt; *pretends to grin sincerely* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: (&lt;em&gt;machaoha&lt;/em&gt;i your "&lt;em&gt;selamat pagi&lt;/em&gt;" sounds like those &lt;em&gt;jual buntut mia&lt;/em&gt;, so excited for what?) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boyfriend: *gives license and keeps quiet while revealing the RM 10 in his hand* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mata kia: *glances at the license then never look at it again* &lt;em&gt;Encik cari RM 20 bagi kita orang then settle lah. Lebih kurang RM 20 sampai RM 30 macam tu lah&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boyfriend: But I only have RM 10! *opens up wallet to show while giving the puppy eyes look* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mata kia: &lt;em&gt;RM 10 tak boleh lah. Kalau takde RM 20 I bagi kompaun lah! Ini kompaun RM 300 ni, cut double line&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boyfriend: *pretends innocent eventhough&lt;em&gt; kena&lt;/em&gt; blackmail-ed* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mata kia: *points at me*&lt;em&gt; Ini siapa? Mak wer ye? U ambil lah dengan mak wer kamu. Dia mesti ada mia! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boyfriend: &lt;em&gt;Itu duit orang perempuan lah. Janganlah lah ambik. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mata kia: &lt;em&gt;Tak apa mia, dia tak kisah mia.&lt;/em&gt; *gives so-fake-can-die smile* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: *takes out RM 10 and give all RM 20 to &lt;em&gt;mata kia&lt;/em&gt; while trying hard to not blurt out '&lt;em&gt;phhordahhhh' to that mata kia&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;================================= &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;These days, they are not even pretending already. No more the &lt;em&gt;"so, macam mana&lt;/em&gt;?" phrase. Now they dont beat around the bush already. Straight to the point, telling you how much they want as though they havent been eating for days. Poor &lt;em&gt;mata kias&lt;/em&gt;, hor? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kanneh&lt;/em&gt; daylight robbery. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did have the urge to ask him to give me summonse and I am not gonna bribe him more than RM 10, but to think again, what if he really gives me a RM 300 compound? O_O No &lt;em&gt;pway pway&lt;/em&gt;. That time I dont even get to smell carrots, what more to say eating them. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berhati-hati&lt;/em&gt; and be extremely careful when you are driving, especially this week, okay? People going to celebrate Hari Raya already! If you are not the ones to contribute and to help by donating money to their green packets, how else do you think they can afford to buy &lt;em&gt;biskut &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; kuih muih &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;new songkok&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;new underwear?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;================================= &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a different note. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As much as we criticise bribery in our country, I just wanna know.. if you were to be in such a situation, would you have the courage to face what you have done and pay the compound quietly or would you too pay a small amount just to get rid of them? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be honest, be really honest. I just wanna know how many of you are truly not gonna contribute to these bribery cases. Or how many of us dare to admit that we do bribe. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am the first to admit! *raises paw while hiding my head under the super thick blanket* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-3710397543665822314?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/3710397543665822314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=3710397543665822314&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3710397543665822314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3710397543665822314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/10/boss-teh-see-peng-satu.html' title='Boss! Teh See Peng satu!'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-7574116590729474008</id><published>2007-10-01T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T01:41:33.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>He loves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always thought that it is impossible to cry over things that actually make you feel touched. In my mind those are only applicable in dramas, where the actresses would even cry over the bouquets of flowers that they have received from their loved ones. I mean, it’s just a bouquet of roses! Aren’t you supposed to be smiling or laughing or giggling away when you are happy to receive them as a surprise from your dearest ones? How could your tears just roll down your cheeks that way? You are acting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong. So wrong that I couldn’t control my tears from rolling down my cheeks till this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang just left my house like, two hours ago. I have no idea why but I miss him so much I felt like crying the moment I saw him on webcam. Even though we have our webcams on and microphones all functioning, tonight, we chose not to talk. Instead, we chatted after I've displayed the “I miss my boy” message in my MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss me? he asked. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah, do you miss your girl too? i questioned. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Very much. he replied. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Your girl loves you so much. She told me so. She said you are the most wonderful guy she has ever met. i confessed. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And she is the one I have been waiting for ... tell her that for me k? he demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we chatted that way till I asked to read some Word documents from him which I found in the file created using my name in his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the documents is right in front of you. he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blinked like a blur duck only to realize that he meant that photo of ours right beside my computer. That photo was taken at my place, framed in the cheap-yet-memorable wooden frame we got from Ikea, with a piece of paper in purple at the back of our photo as the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that piece of purple paper didn’t come with the frame. It was left there by Yang. I thought he did that because a photo with a white background was a little bit ugly. Well that was what I’d given to him in return. Shameful isn’t it? My boy is actually more lovely than his girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until I found out why he left that paper there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote a little poem for me and that poem was nicely hidden and covered up by that photo of ours. I wouldn’t have found it if he didn’t hint that one of the documents was right in front of my eyes. Content wise, I should keep it all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I flooded my table with tears, my tears wet those tissues, and my tissues filled the basket which was empty, and which is now half to full. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dear let’s go to bed. 777 hugs for you. he said. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why 777? i asked. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Because there are 777 hugs in your blog. he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who would have the patience to keep clicking those hugs for me? None other than my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta run as my boy is falling asleep soon waiting for me to complete what I am doing. I can still see him on webcam at this time. Half dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever have that kind of a touching moment to share?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-7574116590729474008?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/7574116590729474008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=7574116590729474008&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7574116590729474008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7574116590729474008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-loves-me.html' title='He loves me'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-3372023989136844229</id><published>2007-09-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:26:02.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Emiao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I received an e-mail from one of my so called friends a few days ago. Wait let me show you what he'd written for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*copy e-mail*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*paste it in blogspot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;my old,old,old,old,oooooooooooooooo friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to your ?? brithday,what could i say is wish u verry,very,very vvvvvvvvvvv happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please ! send an e-mail,or some words ,something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that let me know ,u are still life,make sure u are not die before my brithday coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verry veryy,vvvvvvv soon !!!! ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeee...... because my misstake, i forgot what date is ur brithday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry if pass the date,but i thing u will nevermine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehhee!! like my grandfather say everryday happy ,everry day brithday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;from,&lt;br /&gt;your friend (verry nice that one),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bei Hiao Bah&lt;/em&gt; (name altered to protect the person and to prevent me getting bashed up if he were to accidentally read my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really do not know if I should be happy to receive an e-mail from a 28 year old guy asking me to not die before his birthday. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And I will never be his eventhough he forgot my date of birth. (Notice he typed "nevermine"?) I am an October baby for God's sake! *hint hint* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And this, is my reply to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Bei Hiao Bah,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenkiu four your emiao. I resif it few deys ago but I was too pin tua (lazy) to replai lu. And me is no old fren me is young fren! I forever is young one! Lu no worry I is not die yet, and I wont die befuo lu die, can? My brithday notchet over leh! Still quite long to go leh! About 3 weeks lidat! But no worry I will never be yours one! And puhlease donch wish me Heppy Brithday can? And donch sing me Heppy Brithday song can? I sked later your tongue pa si kat trying to sing Heppy Brrrrrithday! I no want to kill you wokeh? And I think your ah kong mia tiolee and my ah mah told me mia tiolee different leh! My ah mah said day day birthday baru day day happy leh! Got terbalik or not your tiolee?! Your ah kong bruff you one i think! Kthxbai! And donch emiao me again or my eDog will bite your eMiao!!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahaha nolah nolah I lied. I didnt reply him &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Eat too full nothing to do &lt;em&gt;meh&lt;/em&gt;? (I won't admit it's because I dare not reply him that way. &lt;em&gt;Maklumlah &lt;/em&gt;he stays around this area. Later kena bashed up and kena BBQ into BBQ rabbit then how? Not worth it, not worth it!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now would you please allow me to be away because I am going to ask my Ah Mah something. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ah Mah! Everyday brrritday everrryday hepi, eh? Or everryday hepi everryday brrithday?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-3372023989136844229?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/3372023989136844229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=3372023989136844229&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3372023989136844229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3372023989136844229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-received-e-mail-from-one-of-my-so.html' title='Emiao'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-8785385769731909111</id><published>2007-09-24T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:47:47.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Talk rubbish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay &lt;em&gt;lah, &lt;/em&gt;Huei is not so happy already to see no updates from me after coming back here for a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Takes out my little 555 notebook and blunt pencil* See, I am ready to blog. Don’t be unhappy okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Proceeds to drawing elephant’s big back side and forgets all about blogging till someone pulls my ear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! *Then accidentally pokes my blunt pencil into your nostril*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my only pencil. It is dirty already. How now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care! Now you must sit here and read my rants till I stop ranting. Come here you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, let’s discuss something related to rubbish. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113795536916683330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RvfZ8l_lmkI/AAAAAAAACf4/zsPJxpF0l1Q/s400/Litter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Have you ever seen your parents littering in places where they shouldn’t be? Or say, just wind down the car window and throw something out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could vividly remember seeing my parents doing so, be it littering when they were walking along the roadside, or just throwing their tissue papers out of the car windows. I didn’t know why but there was once I was holding a few of those used AA batteries in my hands, sitting in the car with my parents. My dad wound down the car window and asked me to just throw the batteries out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to, and I wound that window up while telling him that I would only throw them away in the dustbin when I got home. In my little heart I definitely didn’t think of how bad it would be to pollute the environment. Instead, all and all that was in my mind was telling me not to throw them outside, for I was afraid that if I throw them out, some motorists would be hit at their faces, or it would probably cause damage to someone’s car. How thoughtful &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt; me? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113795528326748706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RvfZ8F_lmiI/AAAAAAAACfo/Xyy5htdHYeM/s400/108330879_e5e4ee07e7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this case my parents would have been shot already. Jia lat!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Too bad my dad didn’t think so. And that really pissed him off. I guess probably the reason was because he didn’t get to make me listen to what he said and follow what he asked me to do. &lt;em&gt;Kononnya&lt;/em&gt; I challenged his character as a dad of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess those other drivers could see this funny family, with the dad and the mom shouting at the poor daughter while the dad busy winding down the daughter’s side car window and then minutes later, the daughter &lt;em&gt;pula &lt;/em&gt;naughtily wound up the window again. It repeated for a few times. Guess the others might have thought that this mischievous girl was playing with the car window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you! I was protecting the environment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would never admit that I had some fun challenging my dad and winding up the window over and over again, because he would never get to hit me so long as he was driving. *snobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, you are not allowed to condemn my dad, nor my mom, you get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was once I was walking home from school, passing by a primary school. There was this old Malay man sweeping by the roadside. Yeah, a very old one, sweeping those Twisties and Mentos packages threw by those small fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this small boy sitting by the window, in a school bus. He reached out his tiny little head, and he shouted to that Malay old man… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Tenkiu&lt;/em&gt; ah Uncle!! &lt;em&gt;Tenkiu!!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113795528326748722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RvfZ8F_lmjI/AAAAAAAACfw/v9Axm76EP-c/s400/happy.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;And you thought kids would have done something worse than the adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t miss out the cute and sincere smile on his face, with his little hands waving in the air. I was quite stunned to discover him doing so. My first and only reaction was to smile. Why you might ask. I am not sure myself. Probably because I found him silly doing things that people have never done before, or maybe I was happy that even kid knew how to appreciate that old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such, is the difference between adults and kids.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(In my heart: “&lt;em&gt;Pa! Ma! Why you all like this one?! Still dowan to change ah? Shame shame lah&lt;/em&gt;!”) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-8785385769731909111?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/8785385769731909111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=8785385769731909111&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8785385769731909111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8785385769731909111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/09/talk-rubbish.html' title='Talk rubbish'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RvfZ8l_lmkI/AAAAAAAACf4/zsPJxpF0l1Q/s72-c/Litter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-414251144832696949</id><published>2007-09-22T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:43:24.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored Post'/><title type='text'>PPP: Farreys lamps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wonder why your home still look gloomy after you have spent thousands of dollars decorating your home with branded furniture and expensive paintings? Come and spend some time with Farreys.com and bring home some &lt;a href="http://www.farreys.com/"&gt;lamps&lt;/a&gt; to light up your house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of lamps are available at Farreys.com from &lt;a href="http://www.farreys.com/lighting/lamps.html"&gt;table lamps &lt;/a&gt;to &lt;a href="http://www.farreys.com/lighting/lamps.html"&gt;floor lamps&lt;/a&gt;, reading lamps to &lt;a href="http://www.farreys.com/cgi-bin/lighting_search.cgi"&gt;piano lamps&lt;/a&gt; are all found in Farreys wide variety of lamps. Since 1924, Farreys has been offering the lowest prices for lamps from dozens of top manufacturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could shop online at Farreys.com and customize your search by style, brand, type, finish or price range. Tips are also offered at Farreys on how to buy and place your lamp so that it lights up your interior and exterior decors! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-414251144832696949?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/414251144832696949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=414251144832696949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/414251144832696949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/414251144832696949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/09/ppp-farreys-lamps.html' title='PPP: Farreys lamps'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-7072773297218605910</id><published>2007-09-18T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:19:36.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Did you ask yourself why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Oi you lazy rabbit! Why no update?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A blogger sent me that message in MSN earlier today. My reply was that I have lost my motivation in blogging, no readers as well, and busy too. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I used to enjoy blogging very much. Those days when I opened up my eyes early in the morning, I thought of my blog, and all of yours as well. You might not believe this but you know what I did when I was so into blogging during last semester? I woke up in the morning and the first thing I did was to come to my blog and see if anyone leaves me any comment or message, even though I was running really late to college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Madness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What?! You are doing that too?! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tsk tsk tsk!&lt;/em&gt; Spend that few minutes of time &lt;em&gt;golek&lt;/em&gt;ing on bed better&lt;em&gt; lah&lt;/em&gt;! *snobs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway, back to the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really enjoyed blog hopping back then. It was like some kind of an interest, or a hobby of mine. I enjoyed most of your entries, be it your rants, or your opinion, or your experiences. In a better term I am very eager to learn about life and whats happening around all of us. Well, in a bad way, we call that as... &lt;em&gt;kepoh&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;kaypoh&lt;/em&gt;, or whichever rocks your boat &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's one part of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111576491194374930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru_3vIfg2xI/AAAAAAAACfI/o4COPiTCSgk/s400/untitled2_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woof woof!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have just realised the other part of the reason as to why I blog hop that much was because I wanted to attract more readers to my blog. Aren't some of you doing that as well? You register yourself with mybloglog, then you hop to a lot of blogs, show your face in different places, then later on you crack your head thinking of what to comment when you actually do not even understand what the blogger was trying to tell you, and then later on hope that those bloggers' faces would appear in your blog to give you more traffic, or even comments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tell me you are not doing that? Tell me &lt;strong&gt;none &lt;/strong&gt;of you are doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think I am over that period already. I suddenly realised that blog hopping is not so much of an interest or a hobby to me anymore. It turns out to be more like an obligation, an obligation to show support for the other bloggers so that they will also frequent my blog. Now to think seriously, some of them might not be attracted to what I was writing, or they might not even like what I said, yet they came here for the sake of reciprocating. It's like a not so obvious way of saying "thanks" to me for visiting their blogs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is that what you and I really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What is the point of those people going into the toilets just to examine and look at the colour of the urine or the &lt;em&gt;length&lt;/em&gt; of the &lt;em&gt;poo poo&lt;/em&gt; in the toilet bowl when they are not even going to benefit from it? (Okay &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; I know this example is gross, but still...) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thus I am not going to hide or pretend like I am extremely busy till I have got no time to read blogs anymore. I do have time. I can still sit in front of the computer for hours and hours blog hopping if I want to. But why am I not doing these? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Where's the motivation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And why am I still blog hopping when I don't enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If blog hopping or blogging is just some kind of obligation of yours to keep your readers happy and to make them be loyal to your blog, you might as well spend those few hours on something more meaningful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Say like, go squat in the toilet to prevent constipation? That is if you have&lt;em&gt; lahhh&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don't forget to bring your newspapers or magazines into the toilet! Can spend some of your time reading some comics and cartoons about whats going on everyday around us, &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;? How beneficial! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-7072773297218605910?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/7072773297218605910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=7072773297218605910&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7072773297218605910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7072773297218605910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/09/did-you-ask-yourself-why.html' title='Did you ask yourself why?'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru_3vIfg2xI/AAAAAAAACfI/o4COPiTCSgk/s72-c/untitled2_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-173249620421994570</id><published>2007-09-17T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:00:42.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Fix fix fix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been kept busy lately. Busy with goleking on bed is one thing. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then busy getting stucked in the jam.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..busy attending classes.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;..busy fooling around with the classmates.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..busy taking up the &lt;em&gt;paktorlogy&lt;/em&gt; course with Yang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..busy playing hide and seek with Ronnie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..and busy bodily brought Ronnie for grooming session yesterday, which then caused him to be emo throughout the whole yesterday and today. It seems that he didnt quite like his new fur style. We had the groomer cut for him the teddy bear type of hair, which he turned out to be real cute, exactly like a teddy bear. Well that too means that he is looking a little sissy now. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, besides being kept busy by those above said, there's something too that keeps me busy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru1caofg2rI/AAAAAAAACeY/Kn2aYav8nBI/s1600-h/DSC00865_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110842764751329970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru1caofg2rI/AAAAAAAACeY/Kn2aYav8nBI/s400/DSC00865_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Puzzles! Completed this 1000 pieces puzzles in around 5 days. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru1ca4fg2sI/AAAAAAAACeg/oe-j-dJRqQc/s1600-h/DSC00867_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110842769046297282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru1ca4fg2sI/AAAAAAAACeg/oe-j-dJRqQc/s400/DSC00867_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This 1000 pieces of Mount Fuji puzzles took me around... 2 weeks? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru1cbIfg2tI/AAAAAAAACeo/wpeRVLer2Vs/s1600-h/DSC00869_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110842773341264594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru1cbIfg2tI/AAAAAAAACeo/wpeRVLer2Vs/s400/DSC00869_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Disney World.. also 1000 pieces.. took like.. I forgot how long. Not less than 2 weeks I think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110842777636231906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru1cbYfg2uI/AAAAAAAACew/dinh07RsbHY/s400/DSC00830_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this is my new set of toy! It was RM 120 when Yang and I saw it, then we haggled haggled haggled, &lt;em&gt;bodek bodek bodek&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;taukeh&lt;/em&gt;, finally he agreed to sell it to us at RM 90. But still.. kinda expensive &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom used to question me for spending quite a big sum of money on these puzzles, but when she saw them all nicely put together and framed, she didnt make any noise already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru1cbYfg2vI/AAAAAAAACe4/nE39p2SOQXo/s1600-h/DSC00831_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110842777636231922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru1cbYfg2vI/AAAAAAAACe4/nE39p2SOQXo/s400/DSC00831_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spot the rabbits!! Cute &lt;em&gt;hor?&lt;/em&gt; Then again, Yang reminded me that there's something fishy about this puzzle. Have you ever seen or heard about rabbits living in North Pole? O_O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110842979499694850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru1cnIfg2wI/AAAAAAAACfA/bkdZEz548Ds/s400/DSC00871_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And this, is the current progress of the puzzle. I guess that is not even one quarter of the puzzle. Looking at the amount of the pieces of puzzles in light blue and dark blue colour, which is around 2/3 of the whole puzzle, I think this time it's gonna take me a longer time to fix them nicely, considering too my responsibility to attend college five days a week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Where got time?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-173249620421994570?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/173249620421994570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=173249620421994570&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/173249620421994570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/173249620421994570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/09/fix-fix-fix.html' title='Fix fix fix'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Ru1caofg2rI/AAAAAAAACeY/Kn2aYav8nBI/s72-c/DSC00865_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-2502063897167749169</id><published>2007-09-10T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:42:15.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Things are looking good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First day of new semester, I must not be late, I thought. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I woke up so much earlier than usual. By saying "so much earlier" I meant to say about 20 minutes. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hey that is very much earlier already you see! 20 minutes of &lt;em&gt;golek-ing&lt;/em&gt; session on bed before getting up for college or work is addictive I tell you! Go try it! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108568800700238674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RuVIQgRhi1I/AAAAAAAACeI/m452MFqEXt0/s400/514159706_68af1621da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then be regretful for being late for class, or work. *smacks forehead* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nah &lt;/em&gt;let me try to defend myself. I was late not because I &lt;em&gt;golek&lt;/em&gt; for an additional 20 minutes before leaving for college. Blame that rain early in the morning! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah, I have this external locus of control. So? Bite me &lt;em&gt;lah,&lt;/em&gt; I no&lt;em&gt; sked &lt;/em&gt;pun.&lt;em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Well the truth is, eventhough I left for college 20 minutes earlier than usual, but I still got there late. I normally take the bridge which would lead me to Klang city, and then from there I would be taking the Federal Highway and snail my way to college. The rain was so heavy in the morning that there was this long long queue of cars from the bridge, all the way to Port Klang. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The first few words that came out from my mouth when I was about to make a U-turn to take that bridge to Klang was &lt;em&gt;"Holy shit."&lt;/em&gt; Hey I said it in a very peaceful way, no shouting. Maklum&lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, I am already used to it. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108568804995205986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RuVIQwRhi2I/AAAAAAAACeQ/0aHa3nyOgCA/s400/traffic.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;Does &lt;em&gt;En Un Atasco&lt;/em&gt; means Holy Shit? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I took another way which would lead me to the Kesas Highway. Yeah, fortunately I know how to get to my college through the Kesas Highway. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Unfortunately at the same time, at least for today. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I needed to pass 3 tolls to get to Subang and from there, cut in to PJ. I sped all the way from my place to the first toll, without much cars on the road. I looked at the digital clock in my car. 8.55 a.m. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Great! I won't be late! That's what I thought. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108568796405271346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RuVIQQRhizI/AAAAAAAACd4/QQgW34Ts2cc/s400/excited.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;No late no late everything is great &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Before I got too excited I could see this long queue of cars right after I passed the first toll. The few words that came out from my mouth? I guess you know it already by now. No not the same one as the previous one. This time add in a little bit of vulgarities &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Cannot use the same words one &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! Like that where got creative?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr Samiviluk! I am so going to kill you because I was late! And it was all because of you! Why the hell did you ask us all who were going to USJ to only stick to the right lane and then later on put us all together on the same road again?! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sorry if you did not get what I meant. Maklumlah I am not good in narrating. Wait let me try to explain again. *clears throat* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I sticked to the right lane hoping it would go faster than the other two lanes, and I was quite &lt;em&gt;dulan &lt;/em&gt;to find out that the cars at the most right lane were not moving much. And it was all because some idiots went setting up this divider between the right lane and the middle lane, and also those misleading signboards which told us drivers to only use the right lane if we were to go to USJ. And so I followed. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;See, I am a very good driver. A very well mannered one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And also very stupid &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I got stucked at the same spot for almost 20 minutes, and finally when the cars were all moving already, I thought I could still make it for class without being late. Drive and drive and drive. From far I could see all the cars in front of me cutting into the same middle lane again. Yeah, it actually led us back to the same road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;April Fool &lt;em&gt;meh&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Not fun &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt; Mr Samiviluk! Now give me back my precious 30 minutes which was wasted in the traffic jam, and then my 10 minutes for being late to class! And then what about my fame?! Good students are never late for class one you know! I dont care I ask for compensation! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Toll free for a year can? *dreams* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;----------------------------- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Enough of rubbish. Back to college. I must say things are looking good in this semester, except that I still do not enjoy mingling with my so-called classmates. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Things happened today which are worth mentioning:- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;1. Being late for class yet did not get naggings from lecturer because he himself was later than us. Ahaks. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;2. None of the lecturers asked us to introduce ourselves, which I felt so happy I almost wanted to climb onto the chairs and do strip dance. But I didnt. I dont want anyone to sue me for polluting their eye sight you see. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;3. Two gobloks whom I dislike so much got teased from the lecturer because they were busy &lt;em&gt;paktoh-ing&lt;/em&gt; at the back of the class. The lecturer went "&lt;em&gt;If you cannot resist the temptation, then please do not sit together next time. Oh, by temptation I mean temptation to talk, not any other things."&lt;/em&gt; I guess I got internal injuries trying so hard to suppress my urge to burst out laughing at that two gobloks. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;4. Happened to meet Mrs Looi, my English lecturer for 4 semesters. And the first thing that she told me right at my face was "&lt;em&gt;You have put on weight&lt;/em&gt;!". Yeah with the exclamation mark at the end of her sentence. =.=" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108568800700238658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RuVIQgRhi0I/AAAAAAAACeA/oLe2gc65K3Q/s400/fat.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;Mine came out already. What about yours? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now you know why I say things are getting really bright this semester! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-2502063897167749169?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/2502063897167749169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=2502063897167749169&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2502063897167749169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2502063897167749169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-are-looking-good.html' title='Things are looking good'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RuVIQgRhi1I/AAAAAAAACeI/m452MFqEXt0/s72-c/514159706_68af1621da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-7975220444780301341</id><published>2007-09-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:06:33.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Air Batu Campur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No updates recently. Why? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Very simple. Because I am lazy. &lt;em&gt;Ahaks&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107117011559877394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RuAf3QRhixI/AAAAAAAACdo/0a6dLMI590I/s400/emo.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;New semester is starting next Monday, which means my holiday is soon to come to an end. I can no longer go around telling others I am having three months holiday and shake butt in front of them and let them envy me till they die. Too bad. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think I am suffering from this &lt;em&gt;precollege&lt;/em&gt; syndrome. Three months holiday, not long, not short. I went back for an exam last week, and when I stepped into college, it felt so weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though the building was there.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The ugly stone was there blocking the road.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That Indian guard who always ask me to &lt;em&gt;belanja&lt;/em&gt; him &lt;em&gt;Chappati&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Tosai&lt;/em&gt; was there.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The super duper slow cashier was there.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Even that freaking bird shit stain was there near the car park.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But why oh why, it just doesn't feel the same anymore? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Come to think of having to step into a class with the &lt;a href="http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-happy-my-blood-is-boling.html"&gt;same old classmates that I wont bother looking at them&lt;/a&gt;, and to face new &lt;a href="http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/05/rabbit-also-ada-temper-one-okay.html"&gt;lecturers who would step into the first class with a smile on their faces and then torture you in the coming days&lt;/a&gt;, damn sick. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh and I especially dislike the part where the lecturers would ask you to stand up and introduce yourself to the others, as if the other classmates do not know what kind of a person you are and how fantastic and fabulous you are till they would feel ashamed of themselves when they look into the mirror and then later on make them feel like stabbing themselves in their private parts and bleed to death. Damn sick &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! How many times they wanna make us do that &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107116998674975458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RuAf2gRhiuI/AAAAAAAACdQ/MbfBve-r68s/s400/reallyme.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's me in the mirror?! Holy cow! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;hello my name is rabbit and i am turning twenty this year and i am from klang and i have got one father one mother two brothers and one sister and one boyfriend and three cats and 22 pots of flowers at home and i like blogging and i like to be naked and i dont know why i am doing this course because my dad ask me to and most importantly i dont know why i am so pretty and so fabulous and so cute and so kind and so cantik and dont be jealous of me tenkiu you"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*puts a silly grin on face* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*cough* Let's change topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am supposed to be working until end of this week, but I threw my resignation letter to my parents last week and demanded for at least a week of holiday. Yeah so I have been walking around at home and goleking on bed from last Friday till today. No need to work, damn &lt;em&gt;syok.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okeh lah&lt;/em&gt; I lied. You really think I could throw resignation letter at them and then let them cry over the loss of a "&lt;em&gt;da zap"&lt;/em&gt; office girl to clean the office and clean the waste paper baskets for them? You must be crazy. *touches your forehead and see if you have fever*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey but I really did ask for holiday. I mean come on, I did not really have holidays in these three months. I only had like, three days of &lt;a href="http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/06/pd-part-vi-beach.html"&gt;holiday to PD in June&lt;/a&gt;, to the &lt;a href="http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/06/pd-part-iii-pd-ostrich-farm.html"&gt;PD Ostrich Farm&lt;/a&gt;, then to the &lt;a href="http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/06/pd-part-ii-pd-mini-zoo.html"&gt;Mini Zoo&lt;/a&gt;, and took like 600 photos there. Three freaking days of holidays compared to the supposedly three months holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then after that PD trip I straight away dumped myself in that pathetic office for two and a half months. What I did everyday was to go to office, read newspapers, blog and blog hop, play online games, print a little bit of documents, shake legs, &lt;strike&gt;scratch balls&lt;/strike&gt;, and wait to get salary at the end of the month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You may think it is really easy, and relaxing. Getting jealous isn't it? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But think again, you repeat the same thing every single day, without anything for you to do. No challenge, no colleagues, no nothing. On certain days where the Internet connection fails you, you totally lose connection with the outside world, and you feel like dying on the spot. I am so glad I did not rush to the back to the office and get the hammers to ruin that stupid modem and computer in the office. See, I am good in controlling myself. *snobs* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107117007264910082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RuAf3ARhiwI/AAAAAAAACdg/hnE7LIJkrPQ/s400/work.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Those are what you working people are doing everyday, &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;? Perhaps not as relaxing as mine, but some are pretty routine too I guess, no? Punch card, make yourself a coffee, then on your computer, and then start typing documents, printing, getting phone calls, then go for lunch break and gossip about your boss or any other rumours in the office, then have some organisational politics, back stab, then back to work, then wait for the clock to strike 5pm, then go home. The next day, it's all the same again,&lt;em&gt; eh&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;HOW COULD YOU PEOPLE STAND THIS?! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now think again, going to college isn't that scary already&lt;em&gt; lah hor&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Heh &lt;/em&gt;I should be happy! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay!!!!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yipeeeeeee!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*minutes later* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107117007264910066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RuAf3ARhivI/AAAAAAAACdY/RcHsE_1wkBw/s400/kid.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ma, can I just don't go to school next Monday? Stay home play water can?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;p/s: If you dont see me reading and commenting your blogs these days, I am just... lazy, okay? Let me laze for a few days more and I will definitely get back to you all, very soon, yeah? *hugs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-7975220444780301341?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/7975220444780301341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=7975220444780301341&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7975220444780301341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7975220444780301341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/09/air-batu-campur.html' title='Air Batu Campur'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RuAf3QRhixI/AAAAAAAACdo/0a6dLMI590I/s72-c/emo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-2306562039153053808</id><published>2007-09-02T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:39:33.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>Just Follow Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been ages since I last blogged and I think my visitors all went missing and have decided to ignore my blog already. *cries out loud trying to get attention while &lt;em&gt;golek-ing&lt;/em&gt; on the floor throwing tantrum*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope I did not forget to tell you I am such an attention whore. Well if you do not know it yet, yes, I am an attention whore.*snobs* Cannot &lt;em&gt;meh &lt;/em&gt;now? Come bite me&lt;em&gt; lah&lt;/em&gt;! Here! *points at my butt* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not long ago we got my sister a new computer, and now that all four of us siblings have got our own computers in our very own rooms, we no longer need to meet to talk face to face anymore. Remember there's such a thing called MSN? I hope you do remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well if you don't, now go to your toilet and put your head into the toilet bowl and flush! See if that can help bringing back some memories to you. If after doing that and you still have no idea what is a MSN.. well.. *walks away and pretending you are not even existing* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105640835595209394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="393" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtrhSgRhirI/AAAAAAAACc4/uzcWKFgUtMU/s400/MyCatGotShot.jpeg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, back to communicating using MSN. I usually do that with my sister. Sometimes when I am in office and she needs anything from me, she'll just MSN me and inform me. Most of the time my mom would be sitting beside me playing computer games, and she recognises my sister's display picture in her MSN, and thus she knows I am chatting with my sister. The one sentence that she would always say is... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Neng eh ceee ber kia ah ni kuan chat pun song ah&lt;/em&gt;?" (Both sisters chatting through MSN also syok &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;?) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Very&lt;em&gt; syok mia&lt;/em&gt; Mom! You dont know only! No &lt;em&gt;bruff &lt;/em&gt;you one! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Here's some conversation as prove. These were between my second brother and my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: &lt;em&gt;Oi&lt;/em&gt; go buy pizza &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. There are only 3 &lt;em&gt;ppl&lt;/em&gt; at home, ask &lt;em&gt;kakak nonit &lt;/em&gt;cook &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105640835595209410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtrhSgRhisI/AAAAAAAACdA/hrL_jeL6xlk/s400/pizza.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: First, you have to fill in the form. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: Photostate 2 copies and CC to the management.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: Take 2 business days to process. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: =.=" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: Hungry &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, take 2 days? That time I die already &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: CC to Gong Gong then, only take 2 minutes to process your order. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(FIY, Gong Gong here refers to my bf, Yang, who happened to be around in my house. Why did they call him Gong Gong? Wait. *brings calculator* That will take me approximately 568791249876541 seconds to explain to you. You sure you have that much time for me? I see your boss is coming to you! So we skip this first &lt;em&gt;okeh&lt;/em&gt;? Set!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: =.="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: Gong Gong and jie jie going to Gong Gong's house for dinner &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;, so CC to him also no use.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(If you do not know who is the "jie jie" that my sis was referring to, I happily announce to you that you are a retard. C-E-R-T-I-F-I-E-D!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: Going back that means haven't gone, so CC now still got use.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: *shows vomit blood emoticon*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: You phone pizza&lt;em&gt; lah&lt;/em&gt;! 1300-88-2525!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis:&lt;em&gt; Nonit&lt;/em&gt; CC Gong Gong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: To make a phone call.. First, you have to fill in the form.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: CC to the Phone Owner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: Takes 2 business days to process.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: *shouts out loud from her room* Jie you come see how idiotic our bro is! *proceeds to faint with white bubbles coming out from her mouth*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105640827005274770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="371" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtrhSARhipI/AAAAAAAACco/JYF7bBSkpr0/s400/faint.jpeg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;At the end of the day, my brother did call Pizza and get about 2 pizzas and some garlic bread for dinner. Guess what my &lt;em&gt;suakooo&lt;/em&gt; maid said when she took a bite of the pizza? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh kenapa roti nih, macam tak masak yer? Terlalu lembut saje?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apparently she took a bite of the crust which was full of cheese. And she thought that bread wasn't cooked. *laughs out loud and chokes on my own saliva*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105640831300242082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtrhSQRhiqI/AAAAAAAACcw/70ElTg3an_A/s400/LOL.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;Oh that was the first occassion. There's another one where my sister was trying to tell my brother that she would be needing his help to send her to the tuition class the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: &lt;em&gt;Oi&lt;/em&gt; you tomolo got go out or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: &lt;em&gt;Untuk Bahasa Melayu, tekan&lt;/em&gt; "1" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: For English, press "2" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: *types 1 and hit Enter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: &lt;em&gt;Untuk servis makanan&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; tekan&lt;/em&gt; "1" (For services on food, press "1")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: &lt;em&gt;Untuk servis tuisyen&lt;/em&gt;, tekan "2" (For services on tuition, press "2")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: &lt;em&gt;Untuk transportation&lt;/em&gt;, tekan "11" (For transportation, press "11")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: *types 11 and hit Enter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bro: System error. Please try again later. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105640839890176722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtrhSwRhitI/AAAAAAAACdI/VghUbnQLg2I/s400/retry.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sis: *faints with white bubbles coming out from the mouth plus nose bleeding plus legs cramp plus hair &lt;em&gt;macam kena&lt;/em&gt; electric shock* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;See Mom, there's so much fun chatting over the MSN with your own siblings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-2306562039153053808?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/2306562039153053808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=2306562039153053808&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2306562039153053808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2306562039153053808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-follow-laws.html' title='Just Follow Laws'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtrhSgRhirI/AAAAAAAACc4/uzcWKFgUtMU/s72-c/MyCatGotShot.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-3887570251749630093</id><published>2007-08-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:23:04.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Let's bersex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wah,&lt;/em&gt; very &lt;em&gt;sexciting hor&lt;/em&gt; after reading that title? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wait wait wait, I think our definition of "&lt;em&gt;bersex&lt;/em&gt;" is different. I meant to say "let's discuss sex", not "let's have sex", yeah? Where can like that &lt;em&gt;cincai cincai&lt;/em&gt; have sex with others one,&lt;em&gt; hor&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway, back to the topic. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Several days ago a not so close friend of mine sent me a MSN message asking me a favour. He wanted my opinions to help him complete his assignment. I thought it could be pretty easy, and so I asked him whats his assignment question. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;What are the benefits of having sex before marriage?", &lt;/strong&gt;he asked. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103740578854701698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtQhBARhioI/AAAAAAAACcg/6iyK5-J-LSw/s400/sex2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Benefits of premarital sex?! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;OMG that's the most interesting assignment topic that I've heard of thus far! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The only advantage that popped up in my mind at that point of time was couples get more intimate in their relationship. And that was all I could think of. Oh no correction, that IS all I can think of. Pathetic &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What to do. &lt;em&gt;Maklumlah&lt;/em&gt; I so innocent &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;. *blinks eyes* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I got really curious about his course in University. I mean, what kind of a course will ask you about sex? I threw him that question, and he replied saying it's actually a debate kind of assignment given by his lecturer. One of the questions is &lt;strong&gt;people should only have sex after their marriage&lt;/strong&gt;, and the other one is &lt;strong&gt;before marriage&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103740570264767090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtQhAgRhinI/AAAAAAAACcY/KRQ6k1Mh5pg/s400/sex.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And my friend and his group mates, their butts &lt;em&gt;sibeh&lt;/em&gt; the itchy. They chose to answer the latter simply because they think it won't be &lt;em&gt;chee kik&lt;/em&gt; if they were to answer the first question. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hey but seriously, what are the benefits of having premarital sex?! I have asked my friend to google the results, but I think the information is pretty limited, or perhaps, none at all. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;At least &lt;em&gt;lah,&lt;/em&gt; each one of you give me one point &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;? I mean one benefit of having premarital sex &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Think think a little bit! Then later I might be able to form them all and put them nicely into an essay. Oh and I will keep that piece of work nicely &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, of course wont &lt;em&gt;cincai cincai&lt;/em&gt; show it to the youngsters&lt;em&gt; mah, aboh&lt;/em&gt; they go out and &lt;em&gt;cincai cincai bersex&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;cincai cincai&lt;/em&gt; pop a few babies out, and then &lt;em&gt;cincai cincai&lt;/em&gt; name them &lt;em&gt;Ah Kau Ah Miao&lt;/em&gt;, like that where can!! &lt;em&gt;Hor&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh wait, I think I can think of another advantage now. By having premarital sex&lt;em&gt; kan&lt;/em&gt;, that girl might not be so &lt;em&gt;suakoo&lt;/em&gt; anymore when it comes to sexual activity, at least she wont go asking &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Wah? Why you hang such a short banana there? Why not green colour mia? Ripe already or not one? Can I pluck now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kind of questions mar, hor? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hey that's my idea! Don't&lt;em&gt; curi&lt;/em&gt; my idea! Think of your own! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Comment &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; One benefit &lt;em&gt;lah &lt;/em&gt;at least. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Please &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-3887570251749630093?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/3887570251749630093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=3887570251749630093&amp;isPopup=true' title='132 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3887570251749630093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3887570251749630093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-bersex.html' title='Let&apos;s bersex!'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtQhBARhioI/AAAAAAAACcg/6iyK5-J-LSw/s72-c/sex2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>132</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-5599729339666691643</id><published>2007-08-26T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:07:13.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Answer to the test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;If you are here for answers to the upcoming UPSR, PMR, SPM, STPM or whatever tests, I am telling you, click that white X with the red background on your top right corner. This is not where you should be. Now go hug your books! Alternatively, you can put your books under your pillow and sleep through the day, see if those littles ABCs in your books will be transfered into your brains that easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Want another alternative? Come I tell you. Go find matches, burn your books and put the ashes into a bowl of water, and drink them all! It should give you this sound. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kulup kulup kulup&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;W.. Wa.. Wai.. Wait a minute, those water and supposedly hidden ABCs are now all going into your tummy right? Aiyah, wrong direction! They have to go into your brain &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hor? &lt;/span&gt;Spit them all out! They wont create magic in your tummy! Dig your throat! Or you wanna someone to help punching your tummy? My fists wont mind doing those for you I guess. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtFyjgRhimI/AAAAAAAACcQ/sV9sfDWiT5U/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102985807071906402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtFyjgRhimI/AAAAAAAACcQ/sV9sfDWiT5U/s400/dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I hope you wont look like this after studying too much. Very scary can? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tsk tsk!&lt;/span&gt; I have got no other alternatives already. Why don't you just quit this page and go hide yourself in the blanket and hope that tomorrow will never come? Cry if you think it is necessary, I have got no objection, so long as you are not staying beside my house. I dont want my house to be flooded like those Ipoh victims'. That time my carrots all&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; ki liao liao&lt;/span&gt;! And I dont want to hear you telling me "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;there's nothing I can do because it's natural disaster&lt;/span&gt;" after flooding my house, just like how our &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;gabernment&lt;/span&gt; tells us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks left right* Don't sue me! I got no money one! My carrots all &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ki liao liao pun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Okay okay &lt;/span&gt;let's divert your attention a bit. Did you take part in my personality test few days ago? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Neh&lt;/span&gt; the one about the &lt;a href="http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/three-starving-friends-and-test.html"&gt;Gorilla, Monkey and Squirrel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mia&lt;/span&gt;. Who haven't taken part in that?! You! Why now only you come? Too late already &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! I am gonna disclose the answer already! No prize for you even if you can give me the correct answer now. *snobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let me summarize a bit &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;? Out of the 18 participants, 4 of you chose Gorilla, another 4 of you chose Monkey, 5 went for Squirrel, and the rest didnt give related answers. *sulks* On the fence &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt; five of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, from there, what can I say about all of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very obviously, 4 of you like Gorilla, 4 prefer Monkey and another 5 loves Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ouch! &lt;/span&gt;Who throw stones at me? Correct what my evaluation! *rubs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Okay okay&lt;/span&gt; dont launch the next attack yet! I'll tell you the answers, I swear I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you too promise me something&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; okay&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont throw anymore stones at me after I disclose the answers, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't boycott me after knowing the answers,&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; yeah&lt;/span&gt;? *blinks innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Okay!&lt;/span&gt; You kept quiet means you have got no objection! I assume. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jeng Jeng!&lt;/span&gt; Now let me tell you the answer. *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you don't mind, go back to the page where you took part in the test. Scrolls down a bit, till you see that cute squirrel with a camera in hand. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ah huh&lt;/span&gt; yes that one. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pandai pun&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now read the second paragraph after that picture. The second line of the second paragraph after that picture to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Uh hum&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now read out the first two words in that line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-O-C-O-N-U-T T-R-E-E! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtFxMgRhilI/AAAAAAAACcI/WummXLlpg14/s1600-h/coconut%20tree%20best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102984312423287378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtFxMgRhilI/AAAAAAAACcI/WummXLlpg14/s400/coconut%2520tree%2520best.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Where? Where bananas? No see bananas pun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;May I know which kindergarten you go to? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt; nevermind, forget about kindergarten, you might not even remember that. What about primary school? Secondary? University? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtFxMQRhikI/AAAAAAAACcA/ML72SdBz148/s1600-h/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102984308128320066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtFxMQRhikI/AAAAAAAACcA/ML72SdBz148/s400/laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;No I didnt laugh at you. My kitty is the culprit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;WHO TOLD YOU THERE WOULD BE BANANAS ON A COCONUT TREE? WHO?! OUR PRESIDENT TAUGHT YOU THAT &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;MEH&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs before everyone throws stones at me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Hey you've promised me not to throw stones at me! Where can so &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mou hao ci&lt;/span&gt;! Not fair! I also got tricked from my friends what! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-5599729339666691643?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/5599729339666691643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=5599729339666691643&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5599729339666691643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5599729339666691643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/answer-to-test.html' title='Answer to the test'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RtFyjgRhimI/AAAAAAAACcQ/sV9sfDWiT5U/s72-c/dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-8143625340045372949</id><published>2007-08-24T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:49:07.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Woof woof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Er.. is that how a dog barks? No? &lt;em&gt;Aiyahh&lt;/em&gt;. I intended to bark one. *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Helloooooo people! My name is Ronnie. I am about two years old now. *sticking out paw trying very hard to do a peace sign* &lt;em&gt;Urghhh,&lt;/em&gt; forget about it. You and I now I will not be able to do it, else why am I called a dog, &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101933316746086930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs21UgRhihI/AAAAAAAACbY/unni7034k1Q/s400/P1000116_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Excuse me but I've just gotten up from my sleep. I dreamt of bones just now, but when I wake up, there's no bones! Why&lt;em&gt; oh&lt;/em&gt; whyyyyyy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101929038958660034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs2xbgRhicI/AAAAAAAACaw/qGfQKg6XIQc/s400/DSC02878_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now do I look better? *snobs* Excuse that pair of feet please, those belongs to my lazy and vain master. Though he knows Rabbit wont take his picture while taking mine, still he insisted of putting his legs there. Damn&lt;em&gt; lebih kan&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sometimes my master is damn &lt;em&gt;lebih &lt;/em&gt;one I tell you, when I am asleep, he will do this to me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs22yARhijI/AAAAAAAACbo/K4M8B9Ko5N4/s1600-h/DSCN0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101934923063855666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs22yARhijI/AAAAAAAACbo/K4M8B9Ko5N4/s400/DSCN0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See &lt;em&gt;lah!&lt;/em&gt; My master wanna make me into a SuperDog! Very hot you know wear that shirt. Now global warming &lt;em&gt;kan,&lt;/em&gt; you think you all human only very hot &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;? I Ronnie the SuperDog also feel very hot and sticky sticky one you know! Now you better go switch on the air conditioner for me or I'll kick you like how Superman kicks his enemies. Go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teeeeeeeeeetttt!&lt;/em&gt; *Master switches on air conditioner*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhhh..&lt;/em&gt; Now better. Since you fulfill my wish &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;, I will also do my best &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. I sit still still, show you my most &lt;em&gt;yian-tao, &lt;/em&gt;most handsome, most &lt;em&gt;macho&lt;/em&gt; and most &lt;em&gt;sat sei yan&lt;/em&gt; pose, &lt;em&gt;leng mou&lt;/em&gt;? Oh wait! &lt;em&gt;Chup!&lt;/em&gt; Don't take out your cameras first! I go ask my master to help me set my hairstyle first &lt;em&gt;wokeh?&lt;/em&gt; Master come! Bring your hair gel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Yes, sir!" Master replied. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*Brings hair gel and helps Ronnie the Superdog sets the most macho hairstyle*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101933316746086914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs21UgRhigI/AAAAAAAACbQ/DgRJLBz6VXE/s400/DSCN0109_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeng Jeng!&lt;/em&gt; How? Me macho or not? You dare to say me not macho? You try and see &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! You see how I kick you! I know &lt;em&gt;mou yeng kiok&lt;/em&gt; one I tell you! Wong Fei Hoong teach me one! Don't &lt;em&gt;pway pway&lt;/em&gt; ah! &lt;em&gt;Ya taaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heee, paiseh lah&lt;/em&gt;, I also got watch Heroes one. I very updated one &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;. Now you all busy watching Astro right? The TVB drama right? Very &lt;em&gt;chi-kek&lt;/em&gt; one right? See! I know &lt;em&gt;one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then lately &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;, there's this new invader into my life. My master say she's a rabbit, but I havent seen such a huge gigantic rabbit in my life before. Have you? o_O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101929043253627346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs2xbwRhidI/AAAAAAAACa4/BFpkVTubO2M/s400/DSC02945_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;tan sai kai-ing&lt;/em&gt; in Rabbit's house. Her house &lt;em&gt;hor,&lt;/em&gt; the floor very slippery and cooling one! I run run run, then I slip in front. &lt;em&gt;Shiiiuuuuu!&lt;/em&gt; No wonder you human like to play ice skating &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. So fun one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But let me tell you something, this Rabbit, when I first saw her hor&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; she looks very friendly one, very cute one. Then later when she started playing with me, I got to know she is an evil! She curi my balls!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101929038958660018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs2xbgRhibI/AAAAAAAACao/DrymUsja15g/s400/DSC02871_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nah &lt;/em&gt;I got evidence one! See she always take my ball away, and dont want to return it to me. &lt;em&gt;Woof!&lt;/em&gt; What are you people thinking? You think she really grab those precious balls of mine and dont want to give me back?! Where can? As macho as I am, it's impossible she gets the chance to touch my humble balls one okay? You all human so lousy &lt;em&gt;one meh&lt;/em&gt;? Always &lt;em&gt;kena &lt;/em&gt;grab balls one &lt;em&gt;ka? Chehhh!&lt;/em&gt; Losers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But one thing I sure lose to her one. Told you she's bigger size than me, so much bigger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101929043253627362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs2xbwRhieI/AAAAAAAACbA/L5bPA0eSIT0/s400/DSC00698_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let me go! Let go! I am giving you my last warning, let me go! Else I'll fart in your house and I assure you, you will sure faint one! I always do that to my Master whenever he doesnt wanna give me food, and always he will run out of the room while choking away. Oi! I say, let go!! I am gonna fart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*Rabbit lets go Ronnie and runs like there's no tomorrow*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101929038958660002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs2xbgRhiaI/AAAAAAAACag/3zTT3EUzVZU/s400/DSC02870_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Loser! Run away so fast. *sulks* You Rabbit, I Ronnie. Both also R, why I so macho and you so lousy? Why? Shame shame &lt;em&gt;lah &lt;/em&gt;you! &lt;em&gt;PffT&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101933316746086946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs21UgRhiiI/AAAAAAAACbg/CM_CDFicrvk/s400/P1020740_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now would you please allow me to go back to sleep? I am tired and sick of entertaining you people already. Entertain so long, no one gives me food also. &lt;em&gt;Yalah yalah,&lt;/em&gt; I know you are gonna say economy no good already. My Master says it to me all the time. You all say no sien, I hear until sien already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And no, you are not allowed to touch me or grab my ball until you give me food, yeah? Minimum one can of yummylicious dog food per person, okay? Now &lt;em&gt;Shooo! &lt;/em&gt;I wanna sleep already! Remember to switch on the air conditioner for me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-8143625340045372949?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/8143625340045372949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=8143625340045372949&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8143625340045372949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8143625340045372949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/woof-woof.html' title='Woof woof!'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs21UgRhihI/AAAAAAAACbY/unni7034k1Q/s72-c/P1000116_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-8982570204838810386</id><published>2007-08-22T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:17:52.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Three starving friends and a test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I ran out of topics to blog already, how? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wait let me think of a story to tell you. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmpphhhh!&lt;/em&gt; Here goes! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gorilla, Monkey and Squirrel are three good friends living in the jungle. They grew up together, meeting each other almost everyday. Squirrel envies Monkey's big body while Monkey envies Gorilla's long hands and legs. Gorilla &lt;em&gt;pula&lt;/em&gt; envies Squirrel's small body size as Squirrel could run and hop faster than Gorilla. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101460389307189250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RswHMgRhiAI/AAAAAAAACXQ/OjbOVKNC9tU/s400/gorilla.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Gorilla &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So one day all three of them are hungry. They walk and walk and walk around looking for food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101460393602156562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RswHMwRhiBI/AAAAAAAACXY/l5rHMfbrbu0/s400/monkey.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No food geh? I so the hungry already. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;They walk along the river, but there is no fish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They go to other friends' houses, but no one is willing to spare them food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They try to rob the fruit stall&lt;em&gt; taukeh&lt;/em&gt;, but the &lt;em&gt;taukeh&lt;/em&gt; chases them away with a broom in hand while threatening to pull all their fur off their bodies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101460397897123890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RswHNARhiDI/AAAAAAAACXo/tg6O83jjnfc/s400/squirrel.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taukeh you dont run! I take your picture then later I'll send to mata! I'll say you threaten to whack us with that broom! You wash your pet pet and wait for mata to come and arrest you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Feeling realli tired and exhausted, all three of them rest under a coconut tree thinking that they are surely going to starve to death this time around. They too feel really sad as they finally realise that no one is willing to be there to help them when they are in such a trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say if you have a few friends around, yet no one is willing to give you a piece of tissue paper to wipe your butt after you poo-poo, how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly how all three of them are feeling. I guess by now you can already understand how that Gorilla, Monkey and Squirrel feel &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt; when they got chased away by the others when all they wanted for might only be a few bananas? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But God is always kind, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Squirrel looks up to the sky trying to tell God how they are suffering without having anything to eat, it then realises that there are bananas on the tree! Squirrel got all excited he shouted to the other two friends while rubbing its eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Look!! Look!! Bananas!! It's not hallucination! Bananas!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeng Jeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;At first they agree that all three of them will share the same amount of bananas. Good friend &lt;em&gt;mah kan&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But they wanted more challenge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They then agree that the first person who manages to get the bananas on the tree will get more bananas than the other two. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101460397897123874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RswHNARhiCI/AAAAAAAACXg/D8MkhU2u0eQ/s400/shocked.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woah? More bananas?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So now of course all of them will try their best to reach the bananas! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now, let's see. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;With Gorilla's long hands and long legs but huge body, do you think it will be the first to get the bananas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the smaller size Monkey will be the first? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101460402192091202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RswHNQRhiEI/AAAAAAAACXw/yLdIhSHuS_E/s400/squirrel1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ngo tiu~ Ngo tiu~ Ngo tiu tiu tiu~ (I jump, I jump, I jump jump jump)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or is it the small sized Squirrel who can hop and jump and run real good and real fast? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tell me which of them do you think will reach the bananas first, and tell me why, yeah? =) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why do I need to know why? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Because this is a personality test &lt;em&gt;mah. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'll tell you something about you after you give me your answer, okay? I promise. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now tell me, which one do you choose? And whyyy? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: For those of you who have already heard of this test, &lt;em&gt;sHhhhhHHh!&lt;/em&gt; Dont tell them the answers first &lt;em&gt;okeh?&lt;/em&gt; =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-8982570204838810386?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/8982570204838810386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=8982570204838810386&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8982570204838810386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8982570204838810386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/three-starving-friends-and-test.html' title='Three starving friends and a test'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RswHMgRhiAI/AAAAAAAACXQ/OjbOVKNC9tU/s72-c/gorilla.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-607573794555030049</id><published>2007-08-21T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:06:59.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored Post'/><title type='text'>PPP: Cheaperthanhotels in Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't been to Australia. How sad. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If I were to be given a chance to visit Australia, I might choose to visit the Sydney Opera House. The whole building is magnificent and definitely breathtaking with its roofs shaped like huge shells. According to some others, the scene around the Opera House is so so nice! I wanna go there and camwhore! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101746537208318034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs0LcgRhiFI/AAAAAAAACX4/YDc-9vzZuNw/s400/sydney-opera-house-sydney-ausw102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So if I were to visit Australia, I'll definitely visit &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.com.au/Australia/Sydney/"&gt;Sydney Hotels&lt;/a&gt; as it offers a great range of hotels for all travellers, from cheap hotels to 5 star hotels! Price wise, it's reasonable. It starts from as little as AUD 40 to AUD 139. Not too expensive isn't it? Besides, such offers often include free meals and free use of amenities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I too wanna go to Melbourne! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101750437038622818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs0O_gRhiGI/AAAAAAAACYA/aoL-ENjjfnA/s400/melbourne-ausw560.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now tell me you don't feel like going to Melbourne after looking at this picture. Dont worry if you do not know where to book for hotels in Melbourne, go for &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.com.au/Australia/Melbourne/"&gt;Melbourne Hotels&lt;/a&gt;! Check out the room rates! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.com.au/Australia/Brisbane/"&gt;Brisbane&lt;/a&gt; looks good too yeah? Especially the City Hall! It is so breath taking! Of course, I am gonna check out &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.com.au/Australia/Brisbane/"&gt;Brisbane Hotels&lt;/a&gt; too if I were to go there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs0RCwRhiHI/AAAAAAAACYI/qIG9ndBbcHE/s1600-h/city-hall-brisbane-ausw640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101752691896453234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs0RCwRhiHI/AAAAAAAACYI/qIG9ndBbcHE/s400/city-hall-brisbane-ausw640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs0RDARhiII/AAAAAAAACYQ/K_JCx3OvPO0/s1600-h/city-hall-brisbane-ausw750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101752696191420546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs0RDARhiII/AAAAAAAACYQ/K_JCx3OvPO0/s400/city-hall-brisbane-ausw750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG OMG OMG I wanna go! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many places to go, so little money I have now. =( Must start saving already! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who wants to join me to these places? That is if I can afford lah. Better still if you wanna sponsor me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-607573794555030049?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/607573794555030049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=607573794555030049&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/607573794555030049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/607573794555030049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/ppp-i-wanna-go-these-places.html' title='PPP: Cheaperthanhotels in Sydney'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rs0LcgRhiFI/AAAAAAAACX4/YDc-9vzZuNw/s72-c/sydney-opera-house-sydney-ausw102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-2379496952322411334</id><published>2007-08-20T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:33:32.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Men and their promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you've followed me long enough in this blog, you would have known that I really wanted to learn how to swim. Not to say I wanna be able to swim like those professional swimmers and take part in Olympic &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, but at least I wont drown &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; if I were to be thrown into the pool or sea. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I finally took the initiative! &lt;em&gt;Jeng Jeng&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Two weeks back)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Ma&lt;/em&gt;, I want go learn how to swim. &lt;em&gt;Neh &lt;/em&gt;at that Splash swimming center near our house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mom: &lt;em&gt;Tu lah&lt;/em&gt;! Last time ask you to learn swimming with your brothers but you &lt;em&gt;sked&lt;/em&gt; of water &lt;em&gt;lah!&lt;/em&gt; Now only wanna go learn. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: You did make me learn?! o_O (I always thought my mom made my brothers learn how to swim but didnt send me there)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mom: Yeah! Why not ask Yang teach you? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: Ask Yang teach?! o_O He'll sure laugh at me one!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mom: *stares at me* Go ask him teach &lt;em&gt;kan &lt;/em&gt;easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: Want &lt;em&gt;mehhhhhh&lt;/em&gt;? (I &lt;em&gt;mehhhhh&lt;/em&gt; so long I felt like I was a goat)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And I really made Yang teach me how to swim. That is after he promised me that he would not laugh at me. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The first class)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yang: Come jump into the pool. *jumps* &lt;em&gt;Ka tush&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: *put feets into the water* &lt;em&gt;Wah&lt;/em&gt; so cold! *shivers*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yang: *laughs* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Oi&lt;/em&gt; you promised not to laugh one! I &lt;em&gt;dowan&lt;/em&gt; to learn from you already! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;merajuks*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100818502149834722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rsm_ZwRhh-I/AAAAAAAACXA/ClSHiwGJaSY/s400/DSC02899_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(In the pool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yang: Come let's start of with some easy things. You know how to float? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: Float? Let me try! *tries to float but then later got myself "buried" into the water*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yang: &lt;em&gt;Bwahahahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: And you promised you won't laugh at me! *shouts while busy wiping off water from my face*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yang: I no laugh! I where got laugh? &lt;em&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: -__-"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have no idea why, somehow my face is like the windscreen of a car and my hands are like the automatic wipers. Eventhough I was wearing goggles, I just couldnt help it. I would naturally wipe the water off my face the moment I got out from water, as if the water is some kind of acid that would burn my face and then make me look like William Hung. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100818493559900114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rsm_ZQRhh9I/AAAAAAAACW4/POoX4IzTSDw/s400/williamhung.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;(The second class) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yang: Do you still remember the froggy kick I've taught you during the last class? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: I guess so. It's been two weeks. Let me try. *holds the side of the pool and floats* B you see I can float already!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yang: &lt;em&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: Why are you laughing again &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;? You promised me not to laugh at me one! *pouts*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yang: &lt;em&gt;Bwahahhaa! Nolah nolah&lt;/em&gt;, I laugh because you are so intelligent &lt;em&gt;mah&lt;/em&gt;. See, this is only the second class and you know how to float already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Hmph&lt;/em&gt;, so which mean to say you are happy because I can float? And that's why you are laughing? Okay reason accepted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yang: No I am laughing because I am proud that I can teach well. See, only two classes and you can float already! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: o_O &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100818506444802034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rsm_aARhh_I/AAAAAAAACXI/hof6Q3rzWjQ/s400/DSC02912_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Later on) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yang: Now come let's learn the hands' part. You close your hands together and put it 90 degrees in front of you, then go into the water, when you kick that time open up your hands outwards then lift your head up to breath again. Can? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Har&lt;/em&gt; so complicated one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yang: &lt;em&gt;Nolah &lt;/em&gt;you try and see. Not that complicated one. You'll automatically lift your head up when you kick because it pushes your body in front and your hands will help pulling your head up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: Oh, let me try. *swims with everything messed up, either forgets to breathe, or forgets to kick, or forgets to open up hands* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Grup klup klup~ *minum air kolam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yang&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hahahahaha! Aiyo&lt;/em&gt; what are you doing &lt;em&gt;lah?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Haha&lt;/em&gt;! Why all messed up one? *talks while pulling me out of the water*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: *Stares at Yang* U say very easy one! And you are laughing again! &lt;em&gt;Grrrr&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(When I finally knows how to swim a bit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: *swims* B &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;, why I swim already will go &lt;em&gt;sengek&lt;/em&gt; one? Why cant I swim in a straight line one &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang: &lt;em&gt;Hahahahha!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yalah&lt;/em&gt; why you swim diagonal one?! &lt;em&gt;Kekeke!&lt;/em&gt; Must be both side of your hands didnt put the same amount of energy in swinging &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, that's why not balance already. &lt;em&gt;Haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me: -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang: &lt;em&gt;Bwahahahha!&lt;/em&gt; *continues laughing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe I should really consider learning in swimming center,&lt;em&gt; hor&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-2379496952322411334?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/2379496952322411334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=2379496952322411334&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2379496952322411334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2379496952322411334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-youve-followed-me-long-enough-in.html' title='Men and their promises'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rsm_ZwRhh-I/AAAAAAAACXA/ClSHiwGJaSY/s72-c/DSC02899_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-4649942868383810141</id><published>2007-08-20T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:09:53.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored Post'/><title type='text'>PPP: Cyprus Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever wanted a secluded and isolated island to build your holiday villa or your dream home? Dream no more as a piece of &lt;a href="http://www.sunandskihomes.co.uk/cyprus"&gt;Cyprus Island&lt;/a&gt; could now be yours! Cyprus Island is the third largest Mediterranean island available which means sunshine is available all year long. Just a visit to &lt;a href="http://www.sunandskihomes.co.uk/cyprus/"&gt;cyprus property&lt;/a&gt; and you could earn yourself a piece of paradise. There are a vast range of homes, villas and apartments for you to choose from! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is a sponsored post. &lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/24a6ez" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-4649942868383810141?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/4649942868383810141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=4649942868383810141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4649942868383810141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4649942868383810141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/ppp-cyprus-island.html' title='PPP: Cyprus Island'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-7283417731277699143</id><published>2007-08-17T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T12:42:08.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Art of balls scratching, please?</title><content type='html'>Guess what's in the box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099336390540363570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsR7bgRhhzI/AAAAAAAACVw/TSB78Zp7lRg/s400/DSC02823_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not money &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; of course! Even if I have so big box of money in it, I wont even dare to show you lah! Not &lt;em&gt;sked&lt;/em&gt; you come and &lt;em&gt;ta kip meh&lt;/em&gt;? Guess somore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099336399130298178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsR7cARhh0I/AAAAAAAACV4/KQuny3l0yw0/s400/DSC02825_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*peeps* Miaooooooooooooooooo~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099336407720232786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsR7cgRhh1I/AAAAAAAACWA/4AbTs1EF7QQ/s400/DSC02827_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Herrrrooooo! I is that &lt;a href="http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/only-asshole-reacts-this-way.html"&gt;poor kitten&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, two days after she got kicked real hard (and surprisingly she's still healthy and alive now O_O), we could not stand watching her wandering around on the road anymore we've decided to bring her home. It was not quite easy trying to catch her because she ran away from us everytime we tried to approach her. Most of the people stared at my dad because he looked so much like someone who's so desperate to eat the kitty when he walked around the cars trying to catch the kitten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099336416310167394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsR7dARhh2I/AAAAAAAACWI/7FdE8TrM14o/s400/DSC02828_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was sitting right beside her observing her all the while when she was shivering in car. &lt;em&gt;Oi miao miao&lt;/em&gt;! I sit beside you, you need to be so &lt;em&gt;sked meh?!&lt;/em&gt; *pretends to choke &lt;em&gt;miao miao&lt;/em&gt;* Hahaha nolah nolah. Later I &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; choked from you people &lt;em&gt;pula&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099336811447158706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsR70ARhh7I/AAAAAAAACWo/CkgikCkfYcM/s400/DSC02862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miao miao&lt;/em&gt; enjoying her biscuits *munch munch*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099336811447158722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsR70ARhh8I/AAAAAAAACWw/uVEUENDSmlA/s400/DSC02865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She damn &lt;em&gt;kuai lan&lt;/em&gt; one I tell you. I "&lt;em&gt;miaooo"&lt;/em&gt; her so many times, she busy eating only. See also no see me. *snobs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The only person who was not happy with her appearance is ......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My other kitten at home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh no, not the only "person", the only "cat" I mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099336416310167410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsR7dARhh3I/AAAAAAAACWQ/n3SWB_V2Gwg/s400/DSC02832_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsR7zwRhh6I/AAAAAAAACWg/QIAyIZyFXR8/s1600-h/DSC02833_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad tickling our kitty since she's not quite happy with the new invader kan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(The imaginary conversation between Dad and our kitten)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Kitten: Why she come here?! Ask her go play far far! *&lt;em&gt;merajuks&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dad: She got kicked &lt;em&gt;mah&lt;/em&gt;, very k&lt;em&gt;esian &lt;/em&gt;one. Dont like that &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; you. *tickles tickles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Kitten: *kicks dad's hand away* I &lt;em&gt;dowan&lt;/em&gt;! Ask her go! How could she be cuter than me?! I am the cutest kitten in this house! She's a threat! A threat you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dad: *roll eyes* &lt;em&gt;Okay lah okay lah&lt;/em&gt;, you still very cute one. Wait till she grows big enough already then we will send her back to scratch that old goblok's balls for kicking her, alright?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Kitten: You say one &lt;em&gt;ah!&lt;/em&gt; Cannot lie &lt;em&gt;ah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dad: Okay &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; okay &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; no lie one&lt;em&gt;. Nah&lt;/em&gt; give you biscuits&lt;em&gt;. *&lt;/em&gt;trying very hard to &lt;em&gt;tipu &lt;/em&gt;the kitten&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And this morning? That two kittens were playing with each other already. See! Who say only human will change? Even cats also change their attitudes in just two days can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who wanna teach that new kitty of mine the art of balls scratching? If not how to send her back to scratch that old &lt;em&gt;goblok&lt;/em&gt; you tell me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-7283417731277699143?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/7283417731277699143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=7283417731277699143&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7283417731277699143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/7283417731277699143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/art-of-balls-scratching-please.html' title='Art of balls scratching, please?'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsR7bgRhhzI/AAAAAAAACVw/TSB78Zp7lRg/s72-c/DSC02823_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-1974169607318725326</id><published>2007-08-16T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:02:32.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Hula Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've watched this hilariously touching 108 minutes movie, have you? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099172125221160706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsPmCARhhwI/AAAAAAAACVY/JjQN248XJcs/s400/hula2.gif" border="0" /&gt;I know, some of you might not even notice this movie. Some of you might not even wanna watch it because it is a Japanese movie, and the title itself sounds a bit too sissy. Hey that's not my plain assumption! When I went to the cinema last Sunday to catch up with this movie, I was really shocked to see the number of people in the cinema. Guess how many people were there? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;6 adults and 2 kids. And it's quite a new movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really run up and down in the cinema while scratching my butt, or jump from a seat to another if I wanna do that. But that movie was really interesting I then decided to sacrifice all the fun of jumping and shouting in the cinema. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In 1965, the largest coal mine in Japan, Joban, faces crisis. To revive its declining fortune, the town elders in Iwaki have decided to come up with a plan to develop a "Hawaiian Village" in that cold, northern region. The problem is, there are no palm trees in Joban, nor are there Hula dancers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thus, a dance instructor, Madoka (Yatsuko Matsuyuki), is brought in from Tokyo to train the young daughters of the coal miners in Hula Dancing. However, most of the respectable elders in town refused to let their girls learn Hula Dancing as their conservative culture does not allow the girls to overly expose their bodies. As results, there is only a handful of people who sign up for the classes. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099174899770033954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsPojgRhhyI/AAAAAAAACVo/dgr1gi8tVQ8/s400/hula3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madoka feeling shocked looking at the girls' very first Hula performance on stage &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kimiko (Yu Aoi) and Sanae (Eri Tokunaga) are the two brave teenage girls who first join into the training secretly, followed by awkward Sayuri (Shizuyo Yamazaki) who is brought into the training by her dad. Initially Madoka looks down on the girls, but with their sincere dedication in Hula Dancing, Madoka finally has the passion to train the girls. More and more people slowly joins in, and the troupe of dancers becomes the heroines in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099172125221160722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsPmCARhhxI/AAAAAAAACVg/MO01ftPdnWQ/s400/hula4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This movie receives a lot of rewards in the Japanese Academy Award, including the Best Actress award, Best Screenplay award, Best Picture award.. and a lot more! Tell me, how can you not watch this movie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsPmBwRhhvI/AAAAAAAACVQ/PjFF8Nocmtw/s1600-h/hula1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099172120926193394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsPmBwRhhvI/AAAAAAAACVQ/PjFF8Nocmtw/s400/hula1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I personally like this movie very much. Though it is supposed to be a comedy, I shed tears while watching it, twice. It is really touching to see the girls' determination and passion in changing their monotonous and harsh lives, and how they finally achieve their dreams of developing the Hawaiian Village in Iwaki. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I enjoyed looking at the girls' grass skirts and pom-poms, seriously! Looking at how fast they shake their bum-bums, I first went singing "&lt;em&gt;Shake your bon bon shake your bon bon~~".&lt;/em&gt; At the end&lt;em&gt;, I was like..&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Waraoooo ehhh! They fix engines at their bum-bums one is it?!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hey I am not lying!! Go watch that movie and see how fast and how gracefully they shake their bum-bums! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh did I forget to tell you, this movie is based on a true story! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p/s: Click &lt;a href="http://www.hulagirls-movie.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more information about Hula Girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-1974169607318725326?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/1974169607318725326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=1974169607318725326&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1974169607318725326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1974169607318725326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/hula-girls.html' title='Hula Girls'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsPmCARhhwI/AAAAAAAACVY/JjQN248XJcs/s72-c/hula2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-5390220624992788874</id><published>2007-08-15T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T17:11:07.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Neo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You mean you have no idea who he is? Neo! That one &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! Very hot that one! &lt;em&gt;Aboh&lt;/em&gt; you think why his blog is called the &lt;a href="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/"&gt;Hot-screensaver&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay lah I lied. I dont know if he is hot because he has never posted his pictures on his blog before. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dont be deceived by its title okay? His blog has got nothing to do with your screensaver, except if you wanna do print screens of his posts and make it as your screen saver. That I have got no objection. &lt;em&gt;Psst psst!&lt;/em&gt; I have got a suggestion for you if you wanna print screen his post! Choose the one he wrote about &lt;a href="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/2007/07/30/rabbit-park-bukit-tinggi"&gt;Rabbit park&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;mia&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What? You intend to ask me why that post? That question also you must ask?! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are soooo sick! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go click&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and read that post &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Malas&lt;/em&gt; wanna tell you. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are wondering why some of the bloggers wrote about Neo, &lt;em&gt;heh heh&lt;/em&gt;! That's because &lt;a href="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/2007/08/14/review-my-blog-and-get-us10/"&gt;he is giving away USD 10 for the first ten blog reviews&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Jeng Jeng&lt;/em&gt;! USD 10! Just like that! *snap fingers* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not only that, the ten bloggers who write blog reviews for him will stand chances to get a FREE VIP complimentary ticket to The Royal London Circus! Circus! &lt;em&gt;Neh&lt;/em&gt; you know the one, got tigers and lions one! But too bad no rabbit &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;. =( &lt;em&gt;Ah&lt;/em&gt; nevermind that, if you wanna see rabbit, just come over here &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! Easy &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;? (&lt;em&gt;Heh, tak lupa pula nak&lt;/em&gt; promote own blog. I am smart =P) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What why? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, you meant to ask why Neo is doing this? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tell you what. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You hop over to his blog. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though he doesnt have a chatbox or shoutout box there, he definitely have comment boxes there. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You go ask him &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! But no promise he will reply you &lt;em&gt;okeh&lt;/em&gt;? Dont come after me again if he doesnt reply you,&lt;em&gt; okeh&lt;/em&gt;? Neo is very the busy one. He seldom reply comments one I tell you. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanna go tell him I finish writing this review already! &lt;em&gt;Buaibuai!&lt;/em&gt; Neo! My USD 10 for my carrots! &lt;em&gt;Mari mari&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-5390220624992788874?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/5390220624992788874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=5390220624992788874&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5390220624992788874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5390220624992788874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/neo.html' title='Neo'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-1873653954694080735</id><published>2007-08-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:25:34.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Kuai Lan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to The Curve on last Sunday and found this. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jeng Jeng! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098587758849590530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsHSjZ5ihQI/AAAAAAAACVA/G3V8OQYSY1M/s400/DSC02814_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There was this small stall in The Curve and the owner was a Malay guy who sells shirts with interesting slogans and pictures on them. That Malay guy had this &lt;em&gt;sibeh kuai lan&lt;/em&gt; look. Unlike the other sellers, he just sat there and let the customers look at the clothes that he was selling, without needing him to persuade the customers to buy his shirts. Promotion &lt;em&gt;mah&lt;/em&gt;~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As &lt;em&gt;kuai lan&lt;/em&gt; as he is, I found this on his notice board.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsHSjp5ihRI/AAAAAAAACVI/DOB2-WXbjXM/s1600-h/DSC02813_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098587763144557842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsHSjp5ihRI/AAAAAAAACVI/DOB2-WXbjXM/s400/DSC02813_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you cant read properly, it says "&lt;em&gt;offer valid until I said it's over."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuai lan&lt;/em&gt; or not you say?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also wanna be &lt;em&gt;kuai lan&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last time..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All original posts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..BUT NOW..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot of PPP posts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And these grab-PPP-opps-and-earn-money activities are valid until I have gotten enough money to buy myself some carrots. In other words, until I said it's over!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What? I cannot be &lt;em&gt;kuai lan meh&lt;/em&gt;? *snobs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay okay, no many PPP posts! &lt;em&gt;Oi&lt;/em&gt; readers-readers &lt;em&gt;sekalian,&lt;/em&gt; come back! No many PPP posts &lt;em&gt;lah~&lt;/em&gt; I good girl &lt;em&gt;kay&lt;/em&gt;? See! This one original post &lt;em&gt;mah!&lt;/em&gt; I no &lt;em&gt;kuai lan lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-1873653954694080735?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/1873653954694080735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=1873653954694080735&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1873653954694080735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1873653954694080735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/kuai-lan.html' title='Kuai Lan'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RsHSjZ5ihQI/AAAAAAAACVA/G3V8OQYSY1M/s72-c/DSC02814_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-3718745086104767833</id><published>2007-08-14T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:49:53.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><title type='text'>Only asshole reacts this way</title><content type='html'>You know what I saw yesterday morning when I was burning silver papers in front of my office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A kitten. A few kittens to be exact. But what caught my attention was that poor little kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098029696568952050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rr_W_55ihPI/AAAAAAAACU4/O3QEOmImjQA/s400/kitten.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That kitten is as cute as this. Even the colour matches too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cat and those kittens once came into our office as we did not shut the glass doors of our office. Initally we've only heard them purring, and we thought they were playing outside the office. Hours later, the &lt;em&gt;miao-miao&lt;/em&gt; sound got louder and louder, and by then only we'd realised that they were actually hiding in our office, under those motorbikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom tried to get them out, but they cheekily played hide and seek with her with their oh-so-small bodies. We were not being cruel, but we really had to remove those bikes to get them out as its impossible for us to allow them to stay in our office. We didnt throw them far away, we just placed them outside the office, beside the corridor. I felt sorry for them, but there's nothing else I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yesterday morning, I saw that poor kitten again when I was burning silver papers. It was wandering around looking for food in front of the shop beside my office. I felt guilty to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly one uncle walk passed me. He is the &lt;em&gt;taukeh&lt;/em&gt; of the shop beside my office. I gave him a grin. He reciprocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God knows what's wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at that poor kitten which sat quietly in front of his shop. He lifted up his leg gently with a grin on his face, and I thought "&lt;em&gt;Oh okay, he was gonna caress that kitty using his leg&lt;/em&gt;". My dad does that to the kittens at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How stupid was I to think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You know what he did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aimed at that kitten's tummy, and he kicked it as if he was kicking a football! That kitty flew up high while shouting out loud "&lt;em&gt;Miaooo!!!".&lt;/em&gt; And do you remember I was burning silver papers in front of my shop? Yeah, he kicked that poor kitten high up over those burning silver papers, and it nearly fall onto that pile of hot burning silver papers. That poor kitty then landed on the road, just right beside the wheel of those cars parked right in front of the shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't know how I felt at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That mother fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he still had the face to look at me and gave me a grin after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098028811805689058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rr_WMZ5ihOI/AAAAAAAACUw/7tYCOwq3ws0/s400/shoot.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That old goblok must be dead right now if kittens know how to shoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand if he too couldnt allow that kitty to go into his shop, but at least, instead of kicking it away real hard, I really think he could just, lift it up and put it beside the corridor. Very hard to do that &lt;em&gt;meh&lt;/em&gt;? It's only a kitten, it wont really harm you, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, we don't expect asshole to think like how we think, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later when he went out of the office again, his daughter came out looking worried. I assume she was searching for that poor kitty because I'd seen her looking at and caressing the kitty when it was in front of her shop, and I guess she would hate her dad a lot if she knew her dad was the one who kicked that kitty away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that mother fucker were to get any good fortune in his life, it's all because of his daughter who still cares for the animals. Assholes like him do not deserve a single good deed in life. I wonder how would he feel if his daughter were to get kicked on the tummy, like how he kicked the kitten. I'll see if he still has the face to grin after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, why don't you join Malaysia's oh-so-powerful football team instead of kicking that poor kitty, you goblok?! &lt;em&gt;Nahhh&lt;/em&gt;, I don't think our football team would wanna accept you into the team anyway, you old brainless goblok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Poor kitty, I hope you are doing well. I am sorry. I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-3718745086104767833?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/3718745086104767833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=3718745086104767833&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3718745086104767833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3718745086104767833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/only-asshole-reacts-this-way.html' title='Only asshole reacts this way'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rr_W_55ihPI/AAAAAAAACU4/O3QEOmImjQA/s72-c/kitten.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-330812190245922277</id><published>2007-08-12T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:50:49.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Stay or Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, when you work in an office, you get to hear all kind of news, rumours and gossips from your colleagues. Tell me you havent heard of any, and I'll label you as an alien. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The two clerks in my office were talking loudly yesterday morning. No this time they were not fighting. Clerk A's sister was on her way to one of the &lt;em&gt;pasar pagi&lt;/em&gt; near my housing area. She parked her car, got down from it, walked a few steps, and then she witnessed a woman aged around 30 jumping down from the fourth floor of an apartment, right in front of her. Needless to say, clerk A's sister was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097285623549691090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rr0yRJ5ihNI/AAAAAAAACUo/zWxIoKpd5Wo/s400/stunned.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMGBBQ she jumped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apparently three Indonesians yang &lt;em&gt;berbatang&lt;/em&gt; broke into that woman's house that early morning, and there was no one at home except that woman. That woman must have read all kinds of robbery and raping cases from the newspaper, she must be so afraid that she had decided to escape and rescue herself by jumping down from the 4th floor, without much thinking that she would break her legs or hands or.. whichever is breakable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097285593484919954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rr0yPZ5ihJI/AAAAAAAACUI/0J4Zbkwk6sw/s400/break.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PatahED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Given that situation, would you stay in there in your house? Think positively, that three Indonesians might only run away with your cash and belongings without hurting you. In worse condition, if they are &lt;em&gt;hamsap&lt;/em&gt; or havent been having sexual activities for quite a long time, or just.. &lt;em&gt;batangS gatal&lt;/em&gt;, after taking away all your belongings, they might rape you, and stab you or strangle you to death so that you wont be able to report them to the police. Scary &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097285619254723778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rr0yQ55ihMI/AAAAAAAACUg/iiV1JcjOJ18/s400/robbers.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grrrr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But if you decide to jump to rescue yourself, not from 1st floor, but 4th floor, you might break your oh-so-hard-yet-so-soft bones, and the consequences? You know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girls, would you gather enough guts to jump or would you stay if you were in her shoes? Guys, if that were your gf, would you advice her to jump? Or any of you have better ideas? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097285614959756466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rr0yQp5ihLI/AAAAAAAACUY/GJbTT0gXm6E/s400/jump1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hesitate? Jump? No jump?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh did I forget to tell you, that woman, after jumping down from the 4th floor, she didnt hurt her bones a single bit, except some tiny little wounds. She still had the power to shout in Hokkien when a stranger approached her and asked her why she jumped. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mai tiao tan keong kan meh?!!"&lt;/em&gt; (Dowan jump, wait to get raped &lt;em&gt;meh&lt;/em&gt;?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I salute her guts. I seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And don't ask me why her bones were still all fine when she jumped down from the 4th floor. I can only answer you this...&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;HOW I KNOW?!! YOU ASK ME I ASK WHO?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-330812190245922277?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/330812190245922277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=330812190245922277&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/330812190245922277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/330812190245922277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/stay-or-jump.html' title='Stay or Jump'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rr0yRJ5ihNI/AAAAAAAACUo/zWxIoKpd5Wo/s72-c/stunned.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-2608058491947989526</id><published>2007-08-10T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:56:25.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored Post'/><title type='text'>PPP: MINT Credit Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah you did not read wrongly, it is called the MINT Credit Card. *trying to imagine how the card tastes like if I were to chew that credit card* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you prefer paying cash or you like the feeling of zapping credit cards and then pay it later when you go shopping ? Well I believe most of the people would choose the latter, simply because you do not need to carry a lot of cash everywhere you go and at the same time, it's like deceiving yourself, telling yourself that you did not spend a lot of money and that your money is still in your bank. You wont notice that you are actually burning a big hole in your pocket, not until the credit card statement comes to you at the end of the month. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you do not have a credit card yet, or if you feel like getting another credit card, try checking out the low interest &lt;a href="http://www.mint.co.uk/"&gt;MINT Credit Card&lt;/a&gt;. It has got a lot of &lt;a href="http://credit-cards.mint.co.uk/credit-card-deals/"&gt;credit card deal&lt;/a&gt;s available, for instance, the low interest rate! Other than that, there's no need to pay for annual fee if you apply for this credit card. Furthermore this MINT Credit Card is accepted worldwide at over 24 million locations, wherever you see the MasterCard sign. Now do you still need to feel worry for not being able to spend using your credit cards in foreign countries? Not anymore. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is a sponsored post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-2608058491947989526?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/2608058491947989526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=2608058491947989526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2608058491947989526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/2608058491947989526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/ppp-mint-credit-card.html' title='PPP: MINT Credit Card'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-4658563207810054420</id><published>2007-08-09T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:20:37.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>Blame the genes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was webcaming with Yang this morning in the office, with mom sitting beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mom: &lt;em&gt;Eh&lt;/em&gt; how come can see his face one? Live &lt;em&gt;ah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Webcam &lt;em&gt;mah.&lt;/em&gt; I too have it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mom: *opens up eyes big big as if she has found gold*&lt;em&gt; Wah&lt;/em&gt;, so if he forgets to switch it off and he happens to be changing in his room, then you get to see every single part of his body already &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: *shocked* &lt;em&gt;Er&lt;/em&gt;.. yeah, basically it is like that if he happens to be changing at the right angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096739217810293890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrtBUJ5ihII/AAAAAAAACUA/NwjYkVVy4N8/s400/webcam.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mom: *continues staring at the monitor, looking at Yang's webcam* (I assume she's trying to catch the very moment, see when Yang is going to change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there is reason why I am a little pervert. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay maybe a bit more than a little &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-4658563207810054420?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/4658563207810054420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=4658563207810054420&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4658563207810054420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4658563207810054420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/blame-genes.html' title='Blame the genes'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrtBUJ5ihII/AAAAAAAACUA/NwjYkVVy4N8/s72-c/webcam.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-265144002505918142</id><published>2007-08-09T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:44:59.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored Post'/><title type='text'>PPP: InterracialRomance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you have a partner yet? Are your parents urging you to get a partner to assist you, love you and care for you in your life? Unsure of where to start looking for friends in order to find your perfect match?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have heard of latina dating and goth dating, but have you ever heard of &lt;a href="http://www.interracialromance.com/"&gt;interracial dating&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;a href="http://www.interracialromance.com/"&gt;InterracialRomance&lt;/a&gt;, there are a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.interracialromance.com/"&gt;interracial singles&lt;/a&gt;. Every single interracial woman and man in there is looking for their ideal partner or an ideal date. How to get to know them better? Simple, just browse through their profiles! If you think profiles browsing are not enough, fear not. InterracialRomance too offers interracial chat, forums and many more other features to help you meet your love online. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finding your interracial soulmate has never been easier!&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/ytzy9s" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a sponsored post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-265144002505918142?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/265144002505918142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=265144002505918142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/265144002505918142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/265144002505918142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/ppp-interracialromance.html' title='PPP: InterracialRomance'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-8099753151238075560</id><published>2007-08-09T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:30:11.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Spending hours thinking and making a nice bag to place bars and bars of chocolates for your family was one of the sweetest things that I wouldnt regret doing it for you. Cutting the papers, folding them up while looking at you sitting at the dining table with my parents, drinking beers and eating crabs were one of the activities that I wont get bored looking at it, no matter how long time it takes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096314428364850146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rrm--J5ig-I/AAAAAAAACSw/z9p_0bblWp0/s400/DSC02795_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You told me it's the heart that counts eventhough I was really afraid that it would not look nice halfway through making it. It's the smile on your face that encouraged me to move on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096314441249752050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rrm--55ig_I/AAAAAAAACS4/KFkIYrGYj4E/s400/DSC02794_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You said wrapping your presents using just a pink ribbon is more than enough, but I was so determined to make another bag for you, for it is the very first present of yours from me. I wanted it to be meaningful. Though I dozed off while cutting the papers (and nearly cut my fingers), it never stop me from moving on until I'd completed it, and you didnt fail to make me hear you through Skype, eventhough you were as tired as I was. From that moment, I know you will always be around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096314445544719362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rrm-_J5ihAI/AAAAAAAACTA/6kxk7AgjbOk/s400/DSC00612_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Seeing these gifts placed on the table in your house is one of the most satisfying thing. Sacrificing my sleep, staying all night long making the bags and all other hard work were all paid off when I received the grins on the faces of your family members. Hearing you telling your mom to slowly and carefully open the bags made me melt, for you know it took me hours to make them, and you showed me you really treasure them, regardless of how ugly they are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096314445544719394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rrm-_J5ihCI/AAAAAAAACTQ/7InYWS20xP8/s400/DSC00618_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It's heartwarming to see your mom busy cooking the dinner in the kitchen. It's cute to see your little brother coming up to me, shamelessly asking me for my name in a cute way. Even Ronnie welcomed me by shaking its tails non stop, though it occasionally walked off to the kitchen to look for his food, but he would always come back in a few minutes. I felt really tensed before this, but you never stop giving me assurance that they would surely like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096314849271645234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rrm_Wp5ihDI/AAAAAAAACTY/8WTxcbvnWXE/s400/DSC02767_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy belated birthday, Yang. May I will be there to celebrate your birthday with you in many many more years to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I never know what the future brings &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but I know you are here with me now &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We'll make it through &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and I hope you are the one I share my life with&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/37875572-8099753151238075560?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/8099753151238075560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=8099753151238075560&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8099753151238075560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/8099753151238075560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/Rrm--J5ig-I/AAAAAAAACSw/z9p_0bblWp0/s72-c/DSC02795_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-3032421400554772335</id><published>2007-08-08T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:15:39.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored Post'/><title type='text'>PPP: CheaperThanHotels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know I am having three months holiday since June right? And now? It's already August and I havent been to any other places except Port Dickson! Three months holiday and I have only been to Port Dickson?! That's a little bit pathetic isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to go to France! I want to go drink wine! I want to see how they produce wine! I want to go to The Louvre! It used to be the residence of the King of France and it is now one of the most renowned sites in capital of France. It is also one of the world's greatest museums! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now that I have all my objectives and reasons for me to visit France, the upcoming question is.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where to stay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course in &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/France/"&gt;Hotels in France&lt;/a&gt; with good accomodation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You must be laughing at me for having such naive thoughts. How could one find cheap hotels with good accomodation in it right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't laugh at me first. Go click that link and find it out! I am not lying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/France/"&gt;cheaperthanhotels&lt;/a&gt;, it has arranged the hotels in various locations for you based on their quality, ranging from 1-star hotels to 5-stars hotels. It enables you to choose the hotels based on your requirements and your very own financial ability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyone of you wanna go to places like Paris? We have &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/France/Paris/"&gt;Hotels In Paris&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.hotelsenfrancais.com/France/Paris/"&gt;Paris Hotel&lt;/a&gt; too! Don't hesitate to check them out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now that I have my aim, which is to go for a vacation in France, I should really start saving money. Or perhaps, any one of you are kind enough to sponsor me? Ahaks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-3032421400554772335?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/3032421400554772335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=3032421400554772335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3032421400554772335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/3032421400554772335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/ppp-cheaperthanhotels.html' title='PPP: CheaperThanHotels'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-6033933996783289308</id><published>2007-08-08T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:58:02.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>E-bodoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just in case you do not know, my family members are dealing with business which initially did not need us to even have an internet connection. Now with the government introducing all the E-systems, not only we need to be connected to the internet all the time, it is also a problem for the two 40-year-old clerks in the office . A day without internet connection can really slow us down that much till we might not get a single cent from the customers, what more to say with 2 clerks that know nuts about computers. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There are times when the internet connection sucks so much that it disconnects automatically every few seconds. And there are also times where some of the websites are down. There's nothing I can do but to sit there scratch butt and wait for the website to recover. Apparently I was the only one who thought so. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Internet connection down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: &lt;em&gt;Har &lt;/em&gt;why this page not moving one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: Internet connection down &lt;em&gt;lah,&lt;/em&gt; cannot connect. Wait for a while and try later&lt;em&gt; lor&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: *tries clicking this and that* Cannot &lt;em&gt;wor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: I told you, it wont work now. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: *squeezes eyebrows together, stares at the computer, then turns and looks at me* This computer &lt;em&gt;sot sot&lt;/em&gt; already &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; i think. Why suddenly like this one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: *roll eyes* It has got nothing to do with the computer okay? Don't blame that innocent computer. It is the internet connection. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: But it has been a while, &lt;em&gt;takkan&lt;/em&gt; always like this one? Last time not like this one &lt;em&gt;wor&lt;/em&gt;. I think the computer &lt;em&gt;rosakED &lt;/em&gt;already.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: *&lt;em&gt;dulan&lt;/em&gt;* I told you it's the internet. Leave that computer alone. Nothing to do with the computer, nothing! U understand or not one? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096187383232234450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrlLbJ5ig9I/AAAAAAAACSo/Aaxy1I8FFhQ/s400/compsdown.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Websites down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: &lt;em&gt;Eh&lt;/em&gt; why this page takes so long to load one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: *checks using both computers* Both computers also cannot load the page. I guess the website is down. Try later. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: *&lt;em&gt;pek-chek&lt;/em&gt;* Always wanna get things done fast also like this one. *bangs keyboard*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: *&lt;em&gt;dulan&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: I think it must be you &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; You open so many windows there, that's why mine here cannot load already. You close all your windows and see &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: *keeps quiet and ignores her. Nevermind! I tahan &lt;em&gt;lu&lt;/em&gt;!* (What the fuck has it got to do with me opening so many windows, u know-nuts aunty?!) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096187383232234434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrlLbJ5ig8I/AAAAAAAACSg/W3XJVocetWI/s400/comp.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;Most of the time we will need to key in the information and wait for the government departments to process and approve the documents. You know those government servants, their speed of working is as fast as a tortoise. No I am not condemning them. Haven't you heard that tortoise beat rabbit in the race? See, they are faster than me one! I no condemn them &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;! Don't sue me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*While waiting for them to process the documents*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: Hey you help me check the status. See if they've approved them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: Okay. *checks* No it's not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(2 minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: Help me check again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: *Irritated, but still helped to check* No, it is still not out yet. Not so fast one &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(A minute later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: &lt;em&gt;Eh&lt;/em&gt; you check again&lt;em&gt; lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;OI!!&lt;/em&gt; How many times must I say? Told you not so fast one you dont understand is it? You think I eat very full keep sitting here and click and check for you one is it? They wont go fast just because I sit here and keep clicking one you know?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: *shocked* Okay okay. I wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Later in the afternoon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clerk: &lt;em&gt;Wah&lt;/em&gt;, you also got temper one &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096187374642299826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrlLap5ig7I/AAAAAAAACSY/MxHpVGvwYTE/s400/mad.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah, I no temper one. I very tame one. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kannehmakahaiyoubloodyidiotbitchstupidbodohyoumartharfuckergoblok!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*Coughs* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I no temper one okay? &lt;em&gt;Heeeeee&lt;/em&gt;! *gives friendliest grin* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mr government, can you please allow these folks to do their work manually? You torture them with all the E-systems thingy, they torture me with their non stop naggings and their superb knowledge in computers. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Like this where got fair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-6033933996783289308?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/6033933996783289308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=6033933996783289308&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/6033933996783289308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/6033933996783289308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/e-bodoh.html' title='E-bodoh'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrlLbJ5ig9I/AAAAAAAACSo/Aaxy1I8FFhQ/s72-c/compsdown.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-1432285205968089730</id><published>2007-08-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:51:59.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored Post'/><title type='text'>PPP: Thoof around!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didnt know this website does exist until I saw this opportunity at PayPerPost. Have anyone of you heard of &lt;a href="http://thoof.com/m/ehcJkVB0unjkLQ==/thoof-redirect"&gt;Thoof&lt;/a&gt;? Yeah, T-H-O-O-F, Thoof. Sounds like some kind of magic eh? Ka Thoof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoof.com/m/ehcJkVB0unjkLQ==/thoof-redirect"&gt;Thoof&lt;/a&gt; is really interesting. It shows you all kind of interesting websites, videos, &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/29dwlp"&gt;personalized news&lt;/a&gt; and many other links to suit your individual preferences. If you have discovered any links that interest you in Thoof, just click it and let Thoof do the rest, which is to lead you to that specific videos or websites of your choice. Just a click! How tough could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you can also submit your own posts to Thoof! Just sign up and you are all ready to share your thoughts or your stories with whoever out there! It does help you to generate traffic if you link back that post to your blog, doesnt it? ThoofRank Badge will help you to rate your posts' popularity as well. Not only that, if you do not like how they narrate the stories, or if you think the stories are not interesting enough, you can be the editor! Just click "edit" and make changes to the whole story, and the next version of the stories at Thoof might be from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to share those interesting links and websites with your friend, just introduce Thoof to your friend, or you could also send that favourite link of yours directly to your friend. Sharing is loving, right? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are still unsure of how Thoof works, worry not! Thoof is good enough to have prepared a &lt;a href="http://flash.screeniac.com/thoof/thoof.html"&gt;complimentary tour&lt;/a&gt; for you and introduces the whole Thoof website to you. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am attracted to a video with the title of "Never touch a guy's girlfriend...this is why". I am gonna click that link to see what it says! Are you joining me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/22bzkh" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoof.com/a/qkqFUOUUiD7IpQ==/thoof"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/222wbl" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-1432285205968089730?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/1432285205968089730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=1432285205968089730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1432285205968089730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/1432285205968089730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/ppp-thoof-around.html' title='PPP: Thoof around!'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-4741376999598417436</id><published>2007-08-05T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:58:37.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Haolianisme and Dulanisme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Try pronouncing the title. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No, it is not pronounced as "&lt;em&gt;Hao Lian Is Me&lt;/em&gt;" like how you pronounce Pinksterz's blog, &lt;a href="http://pinksterzisme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinksterzisme&lt;/a&gt;. Not the same. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It is pronounced as "&lt;em&gt;hao lian ni-zem&lt;/em&gt;", like how you pronounce 'sarcasm'. Yeah, drag the "&lt;em&gt;zemMmMm"&lt;/em&gt; sound at the back. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now follow me. &lt;em&gt;Hao~ lian~ ni~ zemmMmmmm &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Du~ lan~ ni~ zemmmMmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Good! I see you are a fast learner. And that shows I am a good teacher isn't it? Now give me carrots to thank me &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! Some more need me to remind you one &lt;em&gt;meh&lt;/em&gt;? *snobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results for the last semester was officially out yesterday. It took the UK university 2 months just to go through and check that few pieces of exam papers with some doctor's type of handwriting on it. Don't tell me you haven't seen a doctor's handwriting. I am so gonna spank you if you were to tell me that. Come here you! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095219847359529810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrXbdJ5ig1I/AAAAAAAACRo/5_sqhAJpXzA/s400/doc%27s+writing.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ada &lt;/em&gt;see &lt;em&gt;tarak paham. Psst psst!&lt;/em&gt; Pinksterz and Sen Wai, you two write &lt;em&gt;macam ini ka&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so the results was out. And how does it relate to &lt;em&gt;haolianisme&lt;/em&gt;? Let me tell you the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my female classmates came to me in MSN yesterday, and the first line of message from her was asking me the marks that I have gotten for all 3 of my exam papers.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I did not want to tell her my results, and thus I kept asking her the same questions that she was asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got all excited, like how a bitch gets excited when a male dog starts approaching it. She told me the exact marks that she have gotten for all three of her papers, and she was darn proud that she passed all her papers. I replied her with a "Good", plus a MSN emoticon, the smiling one. Like this. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, she urged me to tell her my marks. And I was still a bit reluctant and a bit &lt;em&gt;dulan&lt;/em&gt; with her for &lt;em&gt;hao lian-ing&lt;/em&gt; to me. Then she went on &lt;em&gt;syok sendiri&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: You know how many marks I got for my marketing assignment ah?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: What's your marks for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: You know&lt;em&gt; ah&lt;/em&gt;, my final for marketing, I &lt;em&gt;ngam ngam&lt;/em&gt; get 40% only. &lt;em&gt;Ngam ngam&lt;/em&gt; pass only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Lucky you! (Smells sarcasm?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: Yeah. I studied more of marketing and I thought I did well in marketing final, but I only get 40%. I sort of expected to score badly in IBE paper because I didnt do much revision on that, but I got higher in IBE finals than marketing finals. *&lt;em&gt;Haolianisme &lt;/em&gt;level 1*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shows =) and continues to blog hop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: You know &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;, though I only got 40% for my marketing final, but I got 72% out of 100% for my marketing assignment&lt;em&gt; leh&lt;/em&gt;. So &lt;em&gt;count count&lt;/em&gt;, I still get 50+ for the overall module, which is a B+, or a B-. And I pass! *&lt;em&gt;Haolianisme&lt;/em&gt; level 2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good for you. *&lt;em&gt;Dulanisme&lt;/em&gt; level 1*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: Then how much did u get for your IBE assignment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Coursework 1 63%, Coursework 2 65%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: &lt;em&gt;Har&lt;/em&gt;? So little only? I think you can get higher one &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;! Me also got 60% for both papers already. *&lt;em&gt;Haolianisme&lt;/em&gt; level 3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not like I can change the results. And not that you don't know the lecturer doesnt quite like me. &lt;em&gt;*Dulanisme level 2*&lt;/em&gt; (Oh if you have no idea why the lecturer dislikes me, read &lt;a href="http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/05/rabbit-also-ada-temper-one-okay.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: Then what about your other papers? OM paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Okay okay lor&lt;/em&gt;. How's yours? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: I got 73% overall, distinction &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;. (I could really picture her proud grin on her face. Distinction, you know!) OM final I got 84% out of 100%&lt;em&gt; lor&lt;/em&gt;. *&lt;em&gt;Haolianisme &lt;/em&gt;level 4*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Wow, great! *&lt;em&gt;Sarcasm&lt;/em&gt; level 2, &lt;em&gt;Dulanisme &lt;/em&gt;level 3*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: Erm, what about that other paper of yours? FOMP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Yeah what's with that? I don't remember you sitting for that paper. (Since she is a Marketing student and I am an International Business student, we got the chance to choose some of the modules which are optional. FOMP was not one of her choices)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: No&lt;em&gt; lah&lt;/em&gt;, I just want to know only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Oh, it is still pending because I didnt sit for the mid term paper. Remember I contracted dengue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: So how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: I am gonna sit for it end of this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Minutes later)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: So what is your FOMP results?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: *curse* Told you it is pending. (Pending! You know pending?!) *&lt;em&gt;Dulanisme&lt;/em&gt; level 4* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095219843064562498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrXbc55ig0I/AAAAAAAACRg/UXmhJa4htzo/s400/middlefinger.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;NAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: So now dono yet &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: Yeah. (I really doubt if she understands what is a 'pending') *&lt;em&gt;Dulanisme&lt;/em&gt; level 5*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friend: Oh, so you don't know your complete results yet &lt;em&gt;huh&lt;/em&gt;? I got 50++ for both Marketing and IBE, and 74 for OM, a distinction also &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. *&lt;em&gt;Haolianisme &lt;/em&gt;level 5* (Again she was boasting, and again I could picture that irritating grin on her face) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Good for you. *clicks the =) emoticon while cursing and swearing in heart* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe one day I should walk up to her and show her how &lt;em&gt;dulan&lt;/em&gt; I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Girl, just in case you do not know, I scored better than you in both the OM and IBE papers, with one module results pending. As for the module that you are most proud of, OM, I got 98% for the final, and I got 84 for overall. As for IBE, one of the modules that you THINK I should have gotten higher marks in the assignment, I am fortunate to get a 70% for the overall module eventhough the lecturer doesnt really like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095219851654497138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrXbdZ5ig3I/AAAAAAAACR4/5hdZh8sor4k/s400/pwnzor.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ngam Ngam pass the B+ border lorrr~ Consider a distinction also lorrr~ *trying to imitate her H&lt;em&gt;aolianisme&lt;/em&gt; level 5* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095220092172665730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrXbrZ5ig4I/AAAAAAAACSA/amNuh5Pk2i8/s400/loser.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puik!&lt;/em&gt; Kick your ass yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not that I couldn't. I just did not want to be boastful. You forced me to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Clears throat* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello people, from today onwards, &lt;em&gt;haolianisme&lt;/em&gt; is my religion, &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who's following me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095219851654497122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrXbdZ5ig2I/AAAAAAAACRw/7CbZL8sVBPg/s400/haolianisme.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;Anyone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay lah, we friend friend &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;, no registration fees required &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Apart from that, I will give you free gift also &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; The book titled "&lt;em&gt;Haolianisme&lt;/em&gt;, My Religion" written by &lt;em&gt;Hao Lian&lt;/em&gt; Rabbit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How's it? Tempting &lt;em&gt;leh?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jom&lt;/em&gt; join! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p/s: Don't you dare to tell me you have no idea of what is "&lt;em&gt;hao lian&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;haolianisme&lt;/em&gt;" after reading the entire post. If so, you are rejected to be the follower of &lt;em&gt;Haolianisme&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;wokeh&lt;/em&gt;? Go play far far!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-4741376999598417436?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/4741376999598417436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=4741376999598417436&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4741376999598417436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/4741376999598417436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/haolianisme-and-dulanisme.html' title='Haolianisme and Dulanisme'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrXbdJ5ig1I/AAAAAAAACRo/5_sqhAJpXzA/s72-c/doc%27s+writing.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-6781539523650814203</id><published>2007-08-04T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:38:29.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored Post'/><title type='text'>PPP: Belisi.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always wonder if my dad will look smart in ties, because he hasnt tried wearing one, or maybe I havent seen him in one before? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even if he has a tie, I guess it would be really old fashioned. I should have visited &lt;a href="http://www.belisi.com/"&gt;Belisi&lt;/a&gt; last few months to get him a tie as his birthday present. But it's not too late now, is it? I still have the chance to get him a few nice neckties from there, and make him wear them and let me camwhore with him, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2a34c7" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for mommy, I think I should introduce Belisi's website to her and let her have a look at the range of products that they offer there. I am sure mom will glue herself in front of the computer for one whole day, browsing through the products in there, such as their &lt;a href="http://www.belisi.com/shopping/handbags.aspx"&gt;Belisi Fashions Handbags&lt;/a&gt;, purse, silk scarf, pocket square, and women's clothing. It's just so tempting to see them there. I am sure mom will wanna get some of them home and put them into one of her collections in her wardrobe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh, perhaps I can ask mommy to get me one of the few items in Belisi too? Those fashions and clothings are just so tempting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sponsored post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2fqcuh" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-6781539523650814203?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/6781539523650814203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=6781539523650814203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/6781539523650814203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/6781539523650814203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/ppp-belisicom.html' title='PPP: Belisi.com'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-5001382682991433618</id><published>2007-08-04T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:02:24.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taggies'/><title type='text'>Pink karer x 6</title><content type='html'>One little, two little, three little bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four little, five little, six little bloggers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095989436779496354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RriXZJ5ig6I/AAAAAAAACSQ/WDd7khJam0c/s400/t_rockingirl.jpeg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://huei0522.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-first-award.html"&gt;Huei&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tagsnsuch.blogspot.com/2007/07/rockin-girl-blogger.html"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://myfairy-tale.blogdrive.com/archive/cm-07_cy-2007_m-07_d-19_y-2007_o-0.html"&gt;Nesh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lwenwen.blogspot.com/2007/07/rocking-girl-blogger.html"&gt;Wennnn jie jie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ramblingmoo.com/?p=925"&gt;Angeleyes&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://pinksterzisme.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-awarded.html"&gt;Pinksterz&lt;/a&gt; for giving me this award! *&lt;em&gt;kowtow&lt;/em&gt; to these bloggers*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh do you know the word "&lt;em&gt;kowtow&lt;/em&gt;" can be found in the Oxford Dictionary already? Don't believe me? Go check out the dictionary, but make sure it is not the dictionary used by your grandparents or your parents lah! Update a bit can? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you are just too lazy to check out the meaning, well... you are just too lazy! You lazy bum bum! Pfffttt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Where was I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh, I ROCK!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not me!! They say one. *points to those 6 bloggers mentioned above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have been given the authority to pass this award to other female bloggers. Let's see.. *drum rolls*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;#1: Ms. Bulat - Check out her drawings! I bet you would have the same response like me. "&lt;em&gt;OMG so cute!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;#2: Abby C - I read her way before I started my own blog, and that time she was still not known by a lot of people. Now she has even got her own domain and her own&lt;em&gt; fansee&lt;/em&gt; already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don't get me wrong. It's not that I think only two of them rock, but because most of the female bloggers in my blogroll have already been awarded. Anyone of you did not get this award yet? Hands up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Girls?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I told you. See! No one raises up her hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-5001382682991433618?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/5001382682991433618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=5001382682991433618&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5001382682991433618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5001382682991433618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/pink-karer-x-6.html' title='Pink karer x 6'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RriXZJ5ig6I/AAAAAAAACSQ/WDd7khJam0c/s72-c/t_rockingirl.jpeg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-5946770058464783811</id><published>2007-08-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:16:54.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored Post'/><title type='text'>PPP: Auto Insurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you have a car? Have you purchased insurance for your vehicles yet? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.advantageautoquotes.com/"&gt;Advantage Auto Quotes&lt;/a&gt; allows insurance companies to compete with each other by coming out with the lowest insurance rate available for your vehicles, be it &lt;a href="http://www.advantageautoquotes.com/sports.php"&gt;coverage for sport cars&lt;/a&gt;, normal cars, trucks, or SUVs. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selecting which automotive insurance company to rely on can be hectic. Advantage Auto Quotes helps by guiding you through the entire process, from searching for the suitable, reliable and reputable insurance company for the best &lt;a href="http://www.advantageautoquotes.com/lowering_rates.php"&gt;Automobile Insurance Policies&lt;/a&gt; to the type of coverage that is best for your vehicles. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not only you are allowed to buy insurance for your vehicles, they too have Teen Driver Auto Policy and &lt;a href="http://www.advantageautoquotes.com/bad_record.php"&gt;Poor Driver Auto Insurances Rate&lt;/a&gt;. Drivers with bad driving record too are allowed to be insured. If you purchase both the insurances for your vehicles and for the drivers, it is even better! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When more insurance companies are competing with each other, you save more money and get cheaper insurance with the same high quality!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37875572-5946770058464783811?l=feon-rabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/feeds/5946770058464783811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37875572&amp;postID=5946770058464783811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5946770058464783811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37875572/posts/default/5946770058464783811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/08/ppp-auto-insurance.html' title='PPP: Auto Insurance'/><author><name>Rabbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581696440089321162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/R8LvpsDLAlI/AAAAAAAACk0/B5DsIA7Uhzw/S220/DSC01212.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37875572.post-150805417563738188</id><published>2007-08-02T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:28:50.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Pencuri Buah</title><content type='html'>Directly translated as "fruits stealer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What comes into your mind when I mention "fruits stealer"? Picture of a group of mischievous boys climbing up neighbours' mango trees to steal their mangoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Or is it picture of those hamsap people curi-ing papayas from papaya farm? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haiks!! *covers mouth with both hands while rolling eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Excuse me but I have read too much of &lt;a href="http://tiuniasing.com/2007/07/31/papaya-farm-8-2/"&gt;Papaya farm stories from Uncle Tiu&lt;/a&gt;. Uncle Tiu, when is your papaya farm stories finale coming out&lt;em&gt; lah&lt;/em&gt;? Rabbit waits till neck long already, transforming into giraffe very soon &lt;em&gt;liao lah&lt;/em&gt; if you still write slow slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I just show you how desperate I am in catching up with the whole story? O_O Label me as a pervert, I don't mind. Don't tell me you are not. I dont and I wont believe your lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to my story of &lt;em&gt;pencuri buah&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not sure if you do remember what happened to me in March 2007. I'd contracted dengue and was &lt;a href="http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/03/shes-not-so-fine-after-all-she-is.html"&gt;hospitalised&lt;/a&gt; for five days. Some blogger friends and ex-schoolmates &lt;a href="http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/03/second-day-and-counting.html"&gt;came over to visit me&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://feon-rabbit.blogspot.com/2007/03/days-in-hospital.html"&gt;bringing teddy bears, prunes, magazines, and flowers&lt;/a&gt;. One of the bloggers, &lt;a href="http://aceone118.com/"&gt;Aceone&lt;/a&gt;, even brought me a very big fruit hamper. You have no idea how touch I was to see them in my ward bringing all those &lt;em&gt;king king kiang kiang&lt;/em&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why specially mention Aceone's very big fruit hamper? No, Aceone is not anyhow related to me you pervert. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093991817425355506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrF-kZ5igvI/AAAAAAAACQ4/UTjS4Fd7NJY/s400/fruits.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear the hamper that he gave me was way bigger than this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No idea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You sure you did read my post title? *pokes your eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's about &lt;em&gt;pencuri buah lah&lt;/em&gt;, the fruit stealer &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! Hopeless you. *pull your ears*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aceone brought me that fruit hamper in the afternoon. Not only that fruit hamper was too huge to be kept in the ward, I was also afraid that those nurses would get so jealous of what I have got and then they might want to give me a poisonous jab to kill me, thus I asked my parents for help to bring that fruit hamper back home. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093991813130388194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvpVn5at6XM/RrF-kJ5iguI/AAAAAAAACQw/cGgUjlV4zx4/s400/scarynurse.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna jab this on ur ass! Come here you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they did. On that night itself, my siblings came visiting me and my sister brought me the most shocking news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My fruit hamper just disappeared in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah it disappeared! My fruits were all stolen! Even the wrapper! And even the basket to keep all those fruits! OMGFBBQ! &lt;em&gt;Pencuri buah&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Apparently my grandma was in my house gambling for the whole day. As we are buddhists, we do buy a lot of fruits for prayers during Chor Yat and Sap Em (the 1st and the 15th day of chinese calender). My family members are not so keen in eating those fruits, and always we give them to my grandma who is a crazy fruit eater. She has the ability to eat a lot of apples at one go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So when my grandma came over to my house, there were a lot of fruits in the fridge, and mum suggested her to bring home those fruits. She happily agreed and started putting the whole fridge of fruits into a big plastic bag, ready to bring them home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what has it gotta do with my fruit hamper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, none of my
