<?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-12719365</id><updated>2012-01-21T15:56:25.183+08:00</updated><category term='quizes..tags...etc'/><category term='Work'/><category term='The stuff I own'/><category term='Funny stuff'/><category term='What happens in my life'/><category term='Munchies or Sippies'/><category term='Reviews or comments'/><category term='Rants or random rambling'/><category term='Thoughts and ponderings'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Stuff I saw'/><title type='text'>The Jyrenze Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>The chapters of my life go on n on...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-6979930380974337556</id><published>2010-03-29T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:10:26.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship</title><content type='html'>In Malaysia, it seems everything just has to get censored. There was some expo on this Japanese artist's works on the environment, and this is one of the paintings :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/S7BDHdraZWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4OMNqY43Evk/s1600/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/S7BDHdraZWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4OMNqY43Evk/s320/DSC01148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453932944250529122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and below that painting, was this printout with translations of the Japanese words used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/S7BDWw0RwSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hehxAERdYcw/s1600/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/S7BDWw0RwSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hehxAERdYcw/s400/DSC01149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453933207086022946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the difference between the 2 images? I wonder what is the point of "censoring" the painting when the uncensored version is right below :p  I thought it was cute that they made paper underwear for the humans though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-6979930380974337556?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/6979930380974337556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=6979930380974337556&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/6979930380974337556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/6979930380974337556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2010/03/censorship.html' title='Censorship'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/S7BDHdraZWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4OMNqY43Evk/s72-c/DSC01148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-8321231470712488524</id><published>2010-02-08T09:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:41:32.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "productive" weekend</title><content type='html'>After having less than 7 hours of sleep a day for the week (I definitely need more than that) I was glad to sleep in on Sat morning. In fact I got a mild headache for trying to overindulge in sleeping in, and it was only 10 a.m. What happened to the days where I could wake up at 12? Sheesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after the usual cleaning of pet cages, I went for the screening of the movie Blood Diamond organized by the youth at my church to raise funds for the Haiti victims. I ate the junk food sold there in the name of charity. (chants "It was for a good cause, it was for a good cause...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well halfway through CY and I left to send her sis for her piano lesson. I didn't mind missing parts of the movie cause I couldn't really stomach the chopping off of limbs that was being shown at that time. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for the Elianto and Bonita warehouse sale nearby. I spotted a few nice and cheap bags but didn't buy any in the end as the ones I liked were stained. In the end I bought a facial wash and a pair of socks only. That facial wash is being sold for RM10 at Elianto outlets, but at the sale it was only RM3! We went looking for the Sketches clearance sale but couldn't find it so we headed back to watch the rest of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fund raising was quite successful. I think we raised about RM1000 in total. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, we managed to find the Skeches sale. Everything was incredibly cheap. Since it was the last day, all shoes were only RM29! Between my family and bf, I think we bought about 7 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the shoes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/S2-xeFXXVhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BVwwxETFIoY/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/S2-xeFXXVhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BVwwxETFIoY/s320/shoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435758405653845522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we actually went all the way to have dessert at Snowflakes, and played Left for Dead and DOTA at the cyber cafe near Asia Cafe. I was so bad at DOTA after years of not playing warcraft. I'm so going to install it at home to practice on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic moment of the day - Faster than the blink of an eye, the hunter zombie rushes across the room and leaps at us...... only to fall out the window and over the building. Wei Li was controlling that zombie. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-8321231470712488524?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/8321231470712488524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=8321231470712488524&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/8321231470712488524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/8321231470712488524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2010/02/productive-weekend.html' title='A &quot;productive&quot; weekend'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/S2-xeFXXVhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BVwwxETFIoY/s72-c/shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-5824733455536525260</id><published>2010-01-20T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:19:17.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been a while! I'm in process of adding all my widgets and stuff to my new blog layout. Lets hope I can keep this resolution for 2010 - to update my blog more often. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-5824733455536525260?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/5824733455536525260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=5824733455536525260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/5824733455536525260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/5824733455536525260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-layout.html' title='New layout'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-1394658009081180684</id><published>2009-09-24T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:27:21.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one =.=</title><content type='html'>Louise says:&lt;br /&gt;*listen hun, I am just about to start my webcam show with jen, come chat me there in my chat room? We can cyber, I will get naked if u do..lol!&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë says:&lt;br /&gt;*oh great, another bot&lt;br /&gt;Louise says:&lt;br /&gt;*I can show u how to watch free if u promise not to tell anyone else how to do it???PLEASE:-$&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë says:&lt;br /&gt;*not much of an AI u have&lt;br /&gt;Louise says:&lt;br /&gt;*well since its free the law that u gotta be 18 (nudity involved), u have to sign up with a credit card for age verification! BUT .. Once you are inside, just clikc on "Webcams" let me know what name you use to sign in with so I know it is you babe! http://www.delraypartying.com/alina2    fill out the bottom of the page then fill out the next page as well and u can see me live for free!&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë says:&lt;br /&gt;*and get cheated of all my money&lt;br /&gt;Louise says:&lt;br /&gt;*Please dont mention anything about that in the chatroom once u get in ok?:-$&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë says:&lt;br /&gt;*so im supposed to say ok i guess?&lt;br /&gt;Louise says:&lt;br /&gt;*OH SHIT.. k I am late to start my show, I gotta get off msn...I will see ya inside my chatroom babe.. remember not to mention that I am upgrading u for free... You can use your msn name to sign in so i know it is you..&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë says:&lt;br /&gt;*good riddance, bot&lt;br /&gt;Louise says:&lt;br /&gt;*AUTO-RESPONSE: hey just in the middle of my free webcam show if you want to watch click the link http://www.delraypartying.com/alina2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-1394658009081180684?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/1394658009081180684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=1394658009081180684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/1394658009081180684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/1394658009081180684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-one.html' title='Another one =.='/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-2618610338753495682</id><published>2009-08-05T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:16:41.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the.....</title><content type='html'>2 days ago someone added me in msn. I accepted. The following conversation was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë says:&lt;br /&gt;*hello who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;*hi how are you today?&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë says:&lt;br /&gt;*good&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;*my name is  paris I'm doing great today I'm 21 yrs old how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë says:&lt;br /&gt;*where did u get my contact from?&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;*listen hun, I am just about to start my webcam show with jen, come chat me there in my chat room? We can cyber, I will get naked if u do..lol!&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë says:&lt;br /&gt;*Oo where on earth u got my email from?&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;*I can show u how to watch free if u promise not to tell anyone else how to do it???PLEASE:-$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BLOCKS AND DELETES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-2618610338753495682?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/2618610338753495682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=2618610338753495682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/2618610338753495682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/2618610338753495682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2009/08/what.html' title='What the.....'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-2425694636936535860</id><published>2009-08-05T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:14:06.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>Ok wow its been like almost 2 years since I blogged. I guess I have loads of excuses? Haha... well I think most of the blame can be contributed to someone that captivated me for at least a year and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media5.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20080304/224555.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, there she is. My character in Perfect World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the romance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media5.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20080712/020528.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20080703/233854.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flashy skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media5.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20081130/002312.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20081130/001659.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20080502/004548.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cities in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20080505/014544.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my crazy and fun guild family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20080304/225703.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20080615/212533.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20081204/011700.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20080630/084333.jpg" style="" border="0" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I could go on and on. Well it was a blast while it lasted. But I guess good things don't last forever. All the best to everyone in Lateralus and all my other friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/458886/20080708/010219.jpg" style="" border="0" width="565" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-2425694636936535860?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/2425694636936535860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=2425694636936535860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/2425694636936535860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/2425694636936535860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-1938607054040067414</id><published>2007-12-13T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:16:04.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Neverending Story</title><content type='html'>Its driving me crazy. The renovation going on next door has been going on for months. It goes on for a few days then stops for a few weeks then starts again. All the drilling right next to the wall that I sit beside is giving me a headache. I really wonder what they are up to, maybe drilling for petroleum or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its especially loud today. I thought they were going to drill right through the wall itself. Can't do anything but turn up the volume on my headphones and blast music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-1938607054040067414?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/1938607054040067414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=1938607054040067414&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/1938607054040067414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/1938607054040067414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/12/neverending-story.html' title='A Neverending Story'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-4830544170550724038</id><published>2007-11-15T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:34:03.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison break</title><content type='html'>What a nightmare last night. My robo Achira escaped into my small, dusty and cramped storeroom after it jumped out from my hands when i was playing with it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not familiar with robos or Roborovskies(the actual name), they are the smallest species of hamster in the world. You can easily fit 5 of them on your palm. They are known for being nervous and very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I was like, oh nooo it escaped! Then my dad made things worse by chasing it until it squeezed under the storeroom door !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img style="ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic" src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20071114/003633.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On opening the store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img style="ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic" src="http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20071114/002908.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap.....It seems to have run under the rack here..and its only a few inches high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing my dad said was," oh great, its going to stink when it dies in there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crawling on my hands ...very hard coz its like a super cramped area. Shone my torchlight in and saw my robo here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img style="ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic" src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20071114/003549.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get it out ??? HOWWWW? It was impossible for me to reach it from my prone position on the floor. even if I could its no easy feat to catch a squirming little fluffball without at least using 2 hands, which was impossible in that situation. In the end I took my robo's ham head house and put it there, hoping my robo would go in...which it did not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for it to go in on its own according for like more than 10 minutes I finally just layed down flat on my belly and reached my hand in and tried to shoo it toward the ham head.... after a few minutes of trying while it actually went in! wah..immediately i turned the ham head upward and closed my hand over the hole and took it out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I popped the little rascal back in her tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img style="ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic" src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20071114/002952.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img style="ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic" src="http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20071114/003013.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit safe back in her tank with Paviella her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me more than 20 minutes of crawling and prodding to finally capture it back. At 1 am in my pajamas I was covered with dust and sweating like crazy. Had to take a bath. I'm sure the robo did it on purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-4830544170550724038?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/4830544170550724038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=4830544170550724038&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/4830544170550724038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/4830544170550724038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/11/prison-break.html' title='Prison break'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-965806359909045972</id><published>2007-11-14T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:36:42.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She has a dream</title><content type='html'>A dream to become a trapeze artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img style="ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic" src="http://media5.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20071113/205724.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img style="ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic" src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20071113/205731.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To soar up gracefully to new heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can pursue their dreams of flying..... even a .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerbil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img style="ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic" src="http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20071113/230740.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img style="ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic" src="http://media5.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20071113/230741.jpg" width="450" 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/12719365-965806359909045972?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/965806359909045972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=965806359909045972&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/965806359909045972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/965806359909045972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/11/she-has-dream.html' title='She has a dream'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-7065068778961257436</id><published>2007-11-02T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:09:19.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This seems familiar...</title><content type='html'>Which is what the cream puff seller must have thought when she saw me, coz she was grinning widely. You see about 1 week ago, laden with shopping bags, I told her, One please.... and fumbled awkwardly for my wallet amidst the sea of bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happens the same thing happened today. I think the seller must have recognised me, this time also heavily laden with bags and digging here and there in my handbag for my wallet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, having done with buying the cream puff, I tried to find my way to the car park but got slightly disoriented. It was really no joke going up and down the shopping mall searching for the exit coz those bags were heavy! By the time I made it to the car and took off, I realised I couldnt lift the cream puff to my mouth because my entire left arm had gone numb from carrying all the bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More dejaavu-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I also bought big bags of pet items last week&lt;br /&gt;2. I also ate the cream puff in the car&lt;br /&gt;3. I was also shopping for birthday presents last week&lt;br /&gt;4. I wished I had put my pet items into the car first after I bought them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-7065068778961257436?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/7065068778961257436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=7065068778961257436&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/7065068778961257436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/7065068778961257436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-seems-familiar.html' title='This seems familiar...'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-128405092740424222</id><published>2007-10-16T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T10:38:48.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mid Autum Festival</title><content type='html'>Ok I know this post is like waaay outdated, but anyway I will just blog it, since I already planned to do so since last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now way back when I was small, I think around 10? We used to celebrate the mooncake festival at our friends' houses, going around with the lanterns and all, then eating, playing games, candles and fireworks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those were the days lar...as we grew up we stopped doing all these la, the gov banned the fireworks and playing with lanterns was getting so childish and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to some self confessed peter pans, last year I did celebrate mid autumn festival, as well as this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070925/210350.jpg" width="425" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had mooncakes... however not just any mooncake but SAMBAL mooncake and a few other interesting ones. The taste was pretty unique but not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070925/213031.jpg" width="425" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arranged candles into patterns just like we did when we were kids. Can you tell what this is supposed to be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its actually &lt;br /&gt;t('.'t)&lt;br /&gt;u know, a fella holding up his uh..middle fingers, hahaaahaha, so much for the usual heart shapes and all... although we did those too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070925/221132.jpg" width="325" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, being the creative people we are, we melted down the candles to make art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070925/213456.jpg" width="325" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070925/213845.jpg" width="425" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070925/213927.jpg" width="425" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070925/215343.jpg" width="325" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070925/214953.jpg" width="425" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, looking like candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played with lanters this time too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media4.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070925/221356.jpg" width="325" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...actually we played at burning them :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media3.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070925/223542.jpg" width="425" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess thats how deprived adults play with "kiddy" mooncake festival toys. Our brains have been warped....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-128405092740424222?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/128405092740424222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=128405092740424222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/128405092740424222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/128405092740424222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-mid-autum-festival.html' title='My Mid Autum Festival'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-2863120720250602254</id><published>2007-09-17T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:28:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name means WHAT?</title><content type='html'>A souvenier from China from YS. Its supposed to be the interpretation of my name or something. When I took i t out of the box, I was rather dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/jaswwp2#date/2007-09-17/22:02:26" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media5.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070917/220226.jpg" width="425" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... A fat man standing watch outside, while a thin man is roasted over a fire in a small hut... next to a forest of dead trees with something that looks like the eye of sauron staring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the person drawing it did explain why it was drawn like that and all, unfortunately YS was not listening because he was distracted by being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/jaswwp2#date/2007-08-31/10:14:47" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media5.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070831/101447.jpg" width="425" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I felt slightly better when I saw the picture of the stall. At least most of the drawings of names look rather weird as well and not just mine...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/jaswwp2#date/2007-08-31/10:14:53" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media5.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070831/101453.jpg" width="425" style="-ms-interpolation-mode:bicubic;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-2863120720250602254?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/2863120720250602254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=2863120720250602254&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/2863120720250602254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/2863120720250602254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-name-means-what.html' title='My name means WHAT?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-1689954399908800626</id><published>2007-09-09T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:46:27.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not sick, I can do it!</title><content type='html'>No these are not my words, but the words of our Hero Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent practically the whole day at the &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/alvinb/"&gt;"One in a million"&lt;/a&gt; audition, he was poofed at dinnertime but being the hero that he is, he turned up for our dinner appointment. We decided to go to the tomyam shop. On the way there in CY's car, Alvin was teasing me about the time I puked twice during our redang trip ferry ride. Anyway, when we reached the shop.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin : I want seafood tomyam, with ADDED CHICKEN.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wah... can finish or not.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: Of course, I'm hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; later&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: I'm so dead tired. *Continues eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; later&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: I'm so dead tired. *Continues eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; later&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: I'm so dead tired. *Stares blankly at food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maybe u should drink some 100 plus&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: Good idea,&lt;br /&gt;Alvin : Boss, one 100 plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin chugs down some 100 plus in 1 gulp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: Ah... thats better * Continues eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; later&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: I'm so dead tired. Why am I so tired? *Stares at food&lt;br /&gt;Me: You sick ar?&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: &lt;strong&gt;No, I'm not sick&lt;/strong&gt;, just tired..&lt;br /&gt;CY: You don't look so good, somemore order so much but can't finish half&lt;br /&gt;Me: Later the aunty thinks her food something wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; and another "Why am I so tired" &lt;strong&gt;X3&lt;/strong&gt; from Alvin later&lt;br /&gt;Alvin:.........&lt;br /&gt;CY: Wah, Alvin no energy to talk adi&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya wo....&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: Want...go..back.....&lt;br /&gt;CY: Okok, faster eat, faster eat!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm eating as fast as I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, done! Lets go&lt;br /&gt;CY: Er Alvin, u stay here and wait lar, I'll bring the car&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: &lt;strong&gt;Its OK, I CAN do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk... and walk... then both of us turn our heads so look at Alvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, wheres Alvin?&lt;br /&gt;Cy: EH? Disappear adi one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY thought he fainted, I thought he was playing a trick on us. We finally saw him emerging from behind a car, only to dash back behind it again. Actually what really happened was he was er..busy leaving his food at the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY: Oh gosh...you stay here with him, I'll go get the car.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: Wait, I feel all better already! &lt;strong&gt;I can &lt;/strong&gt;walk myself.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er... u sure ar..&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: yaya, lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it halfway, right till the road divider, when Alvin suddenly turned pale and started down at the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Oh boy, there he goes again.) Lets just wait for CY's car here.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: (Deep breaths) "&lt;strong&gt;Its ok, I can do it&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alvin continues to plod on like one of resident evil's zombies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we finally made it back to the house, where Alvin took a rest before getting packed home in CY's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were not really being mean, only those of you who know Alvin will understand why we found all these so funny. I mean.. apparently the man of steel got defeated by gas!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do see the pics at my  &lt;a href="http://www.wongwei-li.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sister's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omake:&lt;br /&gt;CY (snapping pics)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Take pics of his uneaten food as well lah.&lt;br /&gt;Cy: Ok. (Snaps snaps)&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: Stop......making fun of my agony.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: Its ok if you tell others that I puked, but DON'T lah say that you helped me to eat my food! My reputation gone lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cy: I wonder if it rained today.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I wonder if Alvin's food is still at the side of the road now, later pass by can take a look&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: Oh Shaddup....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-1689954399908800626?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/1689954399908800626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=1689954399908800626&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/1689954399908800626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/1689954399908800626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-not-sick-i-can-do-it.html' title='I am not sick, I can do it!'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-1986684463123620121</id><published>2007-08-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:53:50.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>左右不分 (Can't differentiate between left and right)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i decided to go and meet up with my friends in Sunway, despite the fact that I would be driving alone and my ahem... usual driver was overseas and therefore uncontactable. So, armed with a road map and instructions on how to get there, I set off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine until the part that I was supposed to " turn left at the 3 tier bridge" I thought I was supposed to go up the bridge then only take the left lane. Whoops...I ended up going pass the turning to Bandar Sunway. The only thing I could do was turn into Subang jaya and find a popular landmark. Ah... SJMC hospital... ok, I parked my car and called my friend, who gave me directions to get to Sunway from there. Didn't seem too hard... Looks like I would reach in another 5 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I reached Sunway, the giant lion from Sunway Piramid on my right. Hm... where to turn in? I called my friend again and that's where the left and right problem started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Keep 左&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continues driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: er on the right isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Har, nono, its 左... Left ar&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oops.... pass adi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Aiya u pass adi ar, ok never mind, in front got U turn&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ok, u go straight ar, then bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;Me: okok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Ok later u keep 左, then ar u turn bla bla&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm..going down a tunnel liao wo&lt;br /&gt;Friend, Har, tunnel is on the 右 lar&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oops..... go down adi liao wo&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Aiyoyoo... wait i pass the phone to Jack arr&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Ok now you need to U turn&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, U turn is on the left or right?&lt;br /&gt;Jack:左&lt;br /&gt;Me: ......Uh.... ok (brain thinking "左 is left or right adi ar?")&lt;br /&gt;Jack: by the way, I think the U turn is after the road goes down a slope&lt;br /&gt;Me:.... I just passed it by&lt;br /&gt;Jack Oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I ended up going pass the toll , going all the way toward PJ old town, then going past the toll again. I actually stopped int he middle of the roads divider in order to confirm the directions. That was when my friend accidentally gave me the wrong directions by asking me to take the leftmost lane. I ended up back on the federal where I went wrong in the first place. Finally I made it to Sunway, and I made one last call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok I think I'm nearby already. Do I U turn here? The signboard says bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Ei it does ar...hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Me:......&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Lemme pass the phone to Jack again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: What do you seee around you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh... Traffic Light, thats all, nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Errrr&lt;br /&gt;Me: The sign board says go straight is bla bla, turn right is bla bla, U turn is bla bla&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Err....&lt;br /&gt;Me: aiya the traffic light green adi I just turn lar&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, its the right way adi, ok thanks bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally reached the meeting place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Next time you tattoo the words left and right, kiri kanan and 左右 on the back on your hand, then you will never go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on my friend was telling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Aiya you know lar, since we all so familiar with that road we don't bother to remember what the signboard says adi, so a bit hard to give directions.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha ic&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Actually I already realised you can't tell 左右, so all of us were telling Jack, Say left and right! Not 左右!&lt;br /&gt;Me: He kept saying 左右 lar&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Yalor..I think he is not used to saying Left and right la&lt;br /&gt;Me: aih....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I actually went the opposite direction.... in a panic i did the most horrible illegal U turn i have ever done in my life. At that point, I was almost ready to go over the divider if I had to, because if I didn't..It looked like I would be heading to Petaling Jaya.... and that was NOT a good thing at 9.30 p.m. Thank God my car is small.....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RtGjcvuc0hI/AAAAAAAAACY/LhnGQ3QJt5A/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103039567030440466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RtGjcvuc0hI/AAAAAAAAACY/LhnGQ3QJt5A/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RtGjyvuc0iI/AAAAAAAAACg/GF96LIRMY5U/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103039944987562530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RtGjyvuc0iI/AAAAAAAAACg/GF96LIRMY5U/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my friend's fav hammy and my potential future hammy(right). Cuteness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-1986684463123620121?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/1986684463123620121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=1986684463123620121&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/1986684463123620121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/1986684463123620121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/08/cant-differentiate-between-left-and.html' title='左右不分 (Can&apos;t differentiate between left and right)'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RtGjcvuc0hI/AAAAAAAAACY/LhnGQ3QJt5A/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-4157421387729325939</id><published>2007-08-07T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:17:30.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laws and observations</title><content type='html'>That day I was browsing through a website sent by YSLim. It was a compilation of Murphy's Laws and other observations. I noticed that some of them really apply in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If anything can go wrong, it will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most well known Murphy's law. All the other laws are born from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Great ideas are never remembered and dumb statements are never forgotten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to happen all the time. &lt;a href="http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/05/redang-trip-part-3-final.html"&gt;Chicken with no hands &lt;/a&gt;anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Being dead right, won't make you any less dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very applicable at work, when something under your charge screws up although it wasn't your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Where patience fails, force prevails.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask any mum how this law applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If anything can go wrong, it will happen to the crankiest person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like where a certain &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/alvinb.html"&gt;someone's &lt;/a&gt;order always arrives last or gets lost in kitchen land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Anything good in life is either illegal, immoral or fattening.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirated games, chocolate cakes...... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.The harder you work the more people there will be to claim credit except when it backfires.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another law that applies often in the workplace. I can see some of you nodding your heads already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observation on Education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We can give you a diploma, but we can't give you a brain."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That certainly explains the many diploma/degree holding idiots in the workplace(hopefully I'm not classified as one of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observation on Intelligence:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The difference between Stupidity and Genius is that Genius has its limits.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People doing IT phone support will testify to the accuracy of this observation. ( Reminds me of a certain &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/alvinb.html"&gt;someone &lt;/a&gt;who mistook the power button for the floppy eject button )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observation on Rules:&lt;br /&gt;It takes forever to learn the rules and once you've learned them they change again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like how we spend the whole year learning up some software then a new version comes out. I think the same applies to law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observation on doing things:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will find an easy way to do it, after you've finished doing it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happens often in Microsoft word, programming, household chores and also in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if you make it through a Murphy Day...you win! --&gt; line blatently stolen from the site&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-4157421387729325939?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/4157421387729325939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=4157421387729325939&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/4157421387729325939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/4157421387729325939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/08/laws-and-observations.html' title='Laws and observations'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-8556451228002077104</id><published>2007-07-16T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T14:22:46.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall Adventure</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I decided to go to One Utama. Usually I don't go shopping alone, in fact I think this was my fist time shopping alone in a mall. My initial objective was to get my friends present from the bookstore at Popular, ends up this was my journey through that gigantic mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/jaswwp/b_012045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok its by no means a nice illustration. I suck at using Adobe Illustrator. Even something simple like drawing arrows took me dunno how long. The Floor plan of coz, was taken from One Utamas website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - I parked here&lt;br /&gt;B - Went to buy Dunkin Donuts(my dinner) sambil jalan , sambil makan&lt;br /&gt;C - Went up to 2nd floor because thats where Popular is.&lt;br /&gt;D - Walked all the way to D before seeing the 'You Are Here' floor plan and realising I'm walking the wrong way. Walked back to C&lt;br /&gt;E - Made it to popular at last...unfortunately after searching high and low I coulnd't find the book I wanted. Darn....&lt;br /&gt;F- From E I walked back through C, and D...finally arriving at F where MPH is. Took me quite some time to find the book, which there were only 2 copies left. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;G - Decided to take a look at Parkson.&lt;br /&gt;H - Walked around looking at the clothes and stuff&lt;br /&gt;I - Exited Parkson here and sat down for a while at the sofa area listening to the musician playing the piano.&lt;br /&gt;J - I realised I was a little lost at this point. Wanted to cross over to the other side but there was no link. The floor plan only showed the current floor so I was kinda blur how to get to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;K - Ok, at least upstairs got link to go back to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;L - Was trying to find my way to Jusco. Oh, its one more floor down. Thought of going to the home center as well but decided against it because I was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;M - Bought some stuff at Jusco..wanted tob uy more but my arms were already breaking. Yet another cons to shopping alone, cannot distribute the load...haha&lt;br /&gt;N - Stopped at Pets Wonderland for a quick look&lt;br /&gt;A - Back to the car park with cars trailing behind me to get my space. Sigh...cant even rest a while in the car coz the people were waiting for me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus ended my 1st venture into shopping alone. It really wasn't that bad, haha..but I was dead tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-8556451228002077104?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/8556451228002077104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=8556451228002077104&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/8556451228002077104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/8556451228002077104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/07/adventure-in-large-mall.html' title='Mall Adventure'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-4184760769908399617</id><published>2007-07-13T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:36:14.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the shini-bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="350" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jyrenze's Zanpakutō:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jyrenze unseals this zanpakutō with the command "Reveal, Light of Hell!" It resembles a light, jagged &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quarterstaff"&gt;quarterstaff&lt;/a&gt; taller than the wielder and produces small insects that the wielder can direct and can see and hear all that the insects do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magatsu.net/zanpakuto/blog.php"&gt;What's Your Zanpakutō?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/left&gt;-_- reminds me of shino from naruto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="350" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steffi's Zanpakutō:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/left&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Steffi unseals this zanpakutō with the command "Embody, Savage Willow!" It resembles an oversized &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bardiche"&gt;bardiche&lt;/a&gt; with mystic symbols etched onto the blade and produces a shockwave up to 10 meters in diameter.&lt;left&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="350" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;b&gt;YsLim's Zanpakutō:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/left&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YsLim carries Demon Mauler unsealed. It resembles a big, magnificent &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brass_knuckles"&gt;set of brass knuckles&lt;/a&gt; which is transparent, and manifests a dragon made of flame.&lt;left&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="350" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eng's Zanpakutō:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/left&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Eng activates Killer like Flame with the command "Flow, Killer like Flame!" it transforms into a jagged &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eku"&gt;eku&lt;/a&gt; with an elegantly carved shaft. It allows the wielder to walk on narrow surfaces without losing balance.&lt;left&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="350" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ash's Zanpakutō:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/left&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ash carries Crazy Rainbow sealed into the form of a dagger. At the command "Assimilate, Crazy Rainbow!" it transforms into an oversized &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bullwhip"&gt;bullwhip&lt;/a&gt; with red ribbons on the handle. It reduces the opponent's speed by 10% on each hit.&lt;left&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh my, this looks interesting. May the battle begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1: Steffi vs Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash: Aww shucks my opponent is Steffi, how am I supposed to fight agaisnt a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Oi, how dare you look down on me because I am a girl. Embody, Savage Willow!"&lt;br /&gt;Ash:Yikes here she comes! "Assimilate, Crazy Rainbow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: ..... Ribbons?&lt;br /&gt;Ash: Hey don't insult my zanpakutou.&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Well whatever. Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;Ash: Woah, careful that thing is dangerous! *Lashes Steffi with his whip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Oww, that stings! Eh, your speed has increased.&lt;br /&gt;Ash: Hah, its you that is getting slower! My Crazy Rainbow slows you down each time it hits you. I should be able to overcome you in no time after deal you a few more lashes!&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: ...... why does this seem more like BSDM than anything else... although I don't usually mind getting whipped but.... I musn't loose to Ash!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Steffi: I'm gonna stop you before you get any closer. HIIYAAAHHH !!!&lt;br /&gt;Ash: Eh, what the... ARGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Hah, I knocked you out with Savage Willow's shockwave.&lt;br /&gt;Ash: Urgh... so dizzy..... ok fine you win....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winner: Steffi !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steffi is seen draging the almost uncounsious Ash off to an ominous fate....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I was bored and I saw this zanpakutou generator and decided to have some fun with it. hahaha..those of you who have wached Bleach might find this more amusing. Maybe I'll come up with another battle when I get bored. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-4184760769908399617?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/4184760769908399617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=4184760769908399617&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/4184760769908399617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/4184760769908399617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/07/battle-of-shini-bloggers.html' title='Battle of the shini-bloggers'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-4788072009374582938</id><published>2007-07-11T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:36:24.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'. -Homer Simpson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the net when this quote caught my eye. At first glance it seems like a usual funny quote, something the lazy Homer would say.... but then it also struck me how true this quote was. Sometimes we just rather not try than to do our best and end up disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20060325&amp;ctime=152842 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20060325/152842.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counter quote might be something like, its ok if you failed, at least you tried your best, but sometimes I feel, it hurts even more to fail because you have tried your best. If that really was your best effort, it just simply meant you were not good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I hate it when people try to console my failures with " At least you have done your best". That was I can't even comfort myself with something like "I didn't score well in the exam because I didn't study la." It just seems to show that even my best efforts suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow all this reminds me of college. We did try our best sometimes, doing assignments and all, slaving till the wee hours of the morning, but the outcome is still bad. Still a C or B laughing in the face of all our hard work and effort. Maybe it has affected me so that I rarely ever try my best at anything anymore... hehe.... well thats except in playing certain computer or P/S games la :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-4788072009374582938?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/4788072009374582938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=4788072009374582938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/4788072009374582938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/4788072009374582938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-tried-your-best-and-you-failed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-4650469904925611847</id><published>2007-07-09T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:27:36.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizes..tags...etc'/><title type='text'>Another random facts tag</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is another tag by &lt;a href="http://steffithenumbnut.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steffi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here are my random 8 facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm fond of cute stuff and like to collect them. I have given up on doing so because there are just too many to collect.&lt;br /&gt;2. I still look fondly upon my sticker and sailormoon card collection.&lt;br /&gt;3. I tend to have recurring dreams of people whom I feel strongly about or who have done something that I can't get over.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm more attracted to fictional characters than real life ones.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love milkshakes but they don't agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Its hard for me to sleep without my bolster or a similar substitute&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm too lazy to watch TV. Commercials and drama scenes irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't eat cucumbers, watermelons and tomatoes....but I love tomato ketchup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag.... Ash, YsLim and Chun Eng. Lazy to do rule 5, just do the tag after you guys read this post la :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random fact... Its my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100th blog post&lt;/span&gt;, and its a tag! Lame la...hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-4650469904925611847?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/4650469904925611847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=4650469904925611847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/4650469904925611847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/4650469904925611847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-this-is-another-tag-by-steffi-rules.html' title='Another random facts tag'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-8231397717868482241</id><published>2007-06-17T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:49:15.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Dory, yay!</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been getting worried. I can't remember if I have closed the auto gate after I drive away from home, and I put down my handphone 1 moment only to forget where I left it the next. I even go upstairs to get something and forget what I was doing once I reach the top. However all these are common occurrences in a normal human's life right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought so too, until the day I was hunting for pants in my closet. I found a pair of 3 quarter pants buried under a few other pants. Googles brand somemore. It was my size, and it fit very well. The only problem was I don't have any memory whatsoever of acquiring said pants. Well, I put it on and went off to work(casual Friday). By the end of the day I was dead certain that it was my first time wearing those pants. Why on earth would I buy pants and not wear them if they fit properly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my sister was like, oh... where did you buy those pants? I want to get pants like that too. I was like, that's the problem, I can't remember...do you recall me buying this pair of pants? Sis : No ler.... Hmm... I left it as the most extreme case of poor memory on my part and went on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, which is like months after that incident, I wore the pants again. My friend CY saw me and said, oh, you are wearing that pants! I was like huh... you recognise the pants? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY: Neh... you forgot adi ar, your sister bought it for you one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Blank stare&lt;br /&gt;CY: We bought it together ma, the same pants, I ask your sis to call you and ask you want or not..&lt;br /&gt;Me: OHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, suddenly I had the feeling of a long lost memory rushing back into my head. I was enlightened and felt like the greatest mystery of my life that had been bugging me for months had been solved at last. I don't recall the pants because I didn't buy them myself, and I probably have not seen them since the day my sister bought them, because we usually put our new clothing to wash right after we get home. My mum must have placed it in my cupboard, and everyone forgot about the existence of that pants.&lt;br /&gt;With that enlightenment came another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, then why can't my sister remember the pants?" We questioned her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, you bought these pants for me lar.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: blank stare&lt;br /&gt;CY: NEh, you remember or not, that day we went shopping and bla bla yada yada&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Har got meh....&lt;br /&gt;CY: Got laar...&lt;br /&gt;Sis..... you mean I PAID for her pants?&lt;br /&gt;Us:................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just shows the main thing my sister is concerned about. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No lar, you just helped me to buy, I paid you back later.&lt;br /&gt;CY: Elaborates somemore ont he events of that day&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Ohhhhh yaya I remember.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What lar you, somemore you ask me where I bought that pants. Why didnt you get a pair for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Sis: oh I think that time dont have my size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so the matter has been cleared up. Its my sister that suferring from memory loss! wahahahahaaha.... well actually all of us are probably equally forgetful. Sigh... but at least I'm not suffering from early Alzheimer's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-8231397717868482241?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/8231397717868482241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=8231397717868482241&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/8231397717868482241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/8231397717868482241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-not-dory-yay.html' title='I&apos;m not Dory, yay!'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-8625534293919089261</id><published>2007-06-14T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:25:35.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munchies or Sippies'/><title type='text'>A vicious cycle</title><content type='html'>2 days ago, I slept rather late because I was reading a comic online and it was sooooo slow in loading, but I really wanted to finish reading it. The next day I brought to work one of the Ipoh Old town Hazelnut flavour White Coffee sticks that my sis bought from Ipoh. I made a cup of coffee with 80% of the powder in that packet and drank it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow it really works, on the way home I was so alert. However I felt rather tense, the feeling intensified when I was in the jam, tension betul.... I felt like screaming at the crawling cars. Darn, too muhc caffiene....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I asked my sis about the coffee, she was like...what time did you drink it? I said... 3 something pm. She said, die la you, tonight no need to sleep adi, that stuff is very potent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, it was 2.30 am before I could sfinally nod off. The next day I was zombified... I wanted to drink coffee, but I was afraid I wont be able to sleep later on.  On the way back home I fell asleep at the wheel a few times. Dang......... too dangerous adi. Apparently the caffiene lingered on to the 2nd day, because although I was sleeping driving home, I didnt feel sleepy that night until quite late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm not taking any chances. I shall drink a little bit of coffee before driving home, just a little...... hopefully I dont suffer from insomnia again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/claim/e6ahbbmxeg" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-8625534293919089261?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/8625534293919089261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=8625534293919089261&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/8625534293919089261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/8625534293919089261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/06/vicious-cycle.html' title='A vicious cycle'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-3080081586581812024</id><published>2007-06-08T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:25:59.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants or random rambling'/><title type='text'>You sure you want smart kids?</title><content type='html'>Nowadays education is all hyped up. Tuition, music, art and even yoga classes for tiny little kids. Even babies in the womb are not spared, with beethoven music played to them. DHA enhanced drinks, vitamins and so on are dished out to the kids, all in the hopes that they would grow up brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I had a pretty normal childhood. No Mozart , Mental Maths or Montessary learning system, just sesame street, nursery rhymes and Peter &amp; Jane books. I attended piano class for 1 month before I decided I hated it. Even so, many people remarked that I was smart. As my dad put it, sometimes too smart for the comfort of the adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Mum: Eat your flu medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mum, I read that flu medicine does not actually cure flu but suppreses the symptoms only.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Aiya, just eat it la, it will make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Me: In the long run it can cause damage to our immune system.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: I made the rhino horn drink, drink it, its expensive and very good.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its useless&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: People have been drinking that for centuries!&lt;br /&gt;Me: They are wrong, National Geographic said rhino horn is made out of the same stuff as our fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: uh.....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Rhinos face extiction because of those stupid people. You just killed a rhino by drinking this. I refuse to contribute to the extinction of rhinos!&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why are you so lazy, faster do your homework lah, its almost bedtime adi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know , that's not the proper way to speak to kids, I read that positive reinforcement is the correct way. You should have said, it would make Daddy happy if you did your homework now. Saying that I am lazy might give a negative impact to me. The more you say a child is lazy, the more they will make that statement true.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I'm getting the cane now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OKOK I'm going to do it now.... but you should know that using force is not the right way to....&lt;br /&gt;Dad:*Glares&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Shuts up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are real examples of how I used to converse with my parents. I guess it comes with reading and watching tv, back then I think i was like 9 - 12. Now with all the brain stimulating activities kids get these days, they might reason with you that way as early as age 5. You sure you want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, perhaps due to the lack of brain stimulation or DHA or whatever, I think more or less my brain is deteriorating as I get older. Just look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions I used to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5 year old me: dad, what happens when we sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: well, when you sleep the subconcious mind takes over the consious mind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when I was 5, I learned the meaning of stuff like subconcious mind, thanks to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Dad, what day is today already ar?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so my questions are getting more retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;dad : ok so how much money worth of stuff did we buy today?&lt;br /&gt;me: i know, i know! add all the groceries together its rm 106.25 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my sis: ok the amount we have to pay back is 15.30 + 10.50.&lt;br /&gt;me: uh..thats thats.... you count la  &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is getting more retarded too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there are things about me that dont change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Me to soft toy: Hi good morning miss kitty, how are you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Me to the computer screen: Stupid report, WORK LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i still talk to inanimate objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Wait ant, dont go that way, go this way! Come on, just enter that bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;bunny bunny, good bunny, go back to your cage, come on good girl....Smurfy, ENTER THE CAGE NOWWWWWW before i make you into stew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still talk to animals and expect them to do what I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330099;"&gt;Me: and the little mermaid said, "Oh Flounder, dont be such a guppy!" Then Flounder says, "Ariel wait!" Then he gets stuck in something, then he says, "Ariel Help!" Then she goes to free him, and then she says Oh Flounder, haha..." Then he says, "Shh, I think I hear something.... "then the shark comes out! and they swim and swim and ....&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You forgot to do keep your toys, what did i just remind you about 5 minute ago?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh... i forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330099;"&gt;On msn to friend : and then naruto does the rasengan, and smashes it into itachi, but it turns out to be a clone! Apparently he got caught in the illusion. After that he recalled his sensei jiraiya saying that, in order to break a genjutsu, you must......&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I just reminded you to take up the laundry 1 minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh... i forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything except the things that are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: generally the anotomy of a hummingbird is such that it constantly needs to eat otherwise it would die of starvation. thats why we always see them busy looking for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: So, who is the president of the united states?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: And if you cross a gerbil with the genes Aa Pp to a gerbil with the genes aa pp, you will get at least 4 colors of gerbil offspring ! Of course you also much take in account the Cch gene, you know the gene that dove gerbils have.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: uh ok, thats er interesting......&lt;br /&gt;Dad: so u remember all our ministers?&lt;br /&gt;Me: uh, i remember the prime minister n the deputy, and then got sammy vellu also, the rest i cant remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm good at general knowledge if it involves animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Maybe DHA enchanced formula and Choppin for babies is important after all. I guess I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-3080081586581812024?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/3080081586581812024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=3080081586581812024&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/3080081586581812024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/3080081586581812024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-sure-you-want-smart-kids.html' title='You sure you want smart kids?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-1496381623703511998</id><published>2007-06-04T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:35:40.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, a matter of perception</title><content type='html'>That day my mum and aunt were discussing an incident reported in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: Neh, an old lady was involved, 51 or 52 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Oi, what old lady, I'm also 52 ok.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: Aiya... that lady in the newspaper looks old ma. You look young so you are not an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, sometimes age is all about perspective. For example when we were young, a popular thing we liked to speculate about is what age we would get married. I think for girls in primary school during my time, the so called "ideal age"to get married was 22 - 24. Perhaps that time we based our fancies on novels, tv shows or our parents. We even tried to be realistic. ( Aiya, get married at 16 like the girl in that story too young la, we have not finished secondary school yet. at least age 22 la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course as we grew older,the ideal age had increased a little. (Hmm, 24 - 26 years old better la) Well with tertiary education and all, suddenly we find ourselves 22 years old and still in college. In no time at all , we are already 24 and in our 1st job. Suddenly the idea of marriage at this is rather laughable. I mean like, perhaps we dont even have enough money left over at the end of the month. We are not ready. We have not travelled half as many places as we wanted to, nor done the things we had always wanted to do. Where is the ideal guy/ girl that is to be our life partner? Suddenly time seems to be running short. Days fly by, every Monday seems to loom ahead in a split second, every year seems to end in moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20070604&amp;ctime=232927 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070604/232927.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that as we get older, time passes faster and faster. Actually its only logical that its perceived that way. When you are 5, even wating the 2 hours for your tv show to start is an eternity. When you are 50, whats another 2 days? Well think about it this way. For a 5 year old, 1 year is equivalent to 1/5 or 10% of his life. For a 50 year old, 1 year is 1/50 or 0.02% of his life. So I guess the older we get, the faster time leaves us behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anither sighable fact is how we watched cartoons featuring heroes and heroines our age or older, say 14 or 15 years old. Now its like, mi gosh, I am almost 10 years older than Sailormoon already. Maybe one day I'll suddenly realise that I'm older than Spiderman, Superman or every other superhero there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait I'm starting to ramble adi... hahaha... Another sign of getting old! GAH !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-1496381623703511998?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/1496381623703511998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=1496381623703511998&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/1496381623703511998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/1496381623703511998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-matter-of-perception.html' title='Time, a matter of perception'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-3005413690706589554</id><published>2007-05-21T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:50:48.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Redang Trip Part 3 ~ Final</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh, I'm so outdated with this last post, better wrap it up fast before any more months go by, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you travel anywhere with a large group, theres bound to be some funny stuff&lt;br /&gt;that happens during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Kuala Terengganu after breakfast:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WI: look at that chicken!&lt;br /&gt;A: yea?&lt;br /&gt;WI: how come it has no hands?&lt;br /&gt;A: .......&lt;br /&gt;A: So, what kind of hands you expect to see, like T rex that type ar?&lt;br /&gt;(*imitates T Rex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WI: Uh, ya hor..hehehe....nevermind, just forget about it&lt;br /&gt;A: (loudly) WI just asked why the chicken no HANDS!&lt;br /&gt;WI: OI OI, dont tell lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he told everyone anyway, hahahaha..including me. Then it was time to board&lt;br /&gt;the bus again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: (doing head count as we board) 33, 34...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dad, tell u something funny. WI asked us y the chicken over there no hands.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: ...... I think I just lost count.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ooops...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the beach dance started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cw: Eww, so stupid la, never in my life am I going to participate in something so&lt;br /&gt;idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later during the chicken dance, I saw CW run into the dancing crowd to&lt;br /&gt;join. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snorkelling briefing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide: Ok people, now when you get down from the boat, remember to WATCH YOUR MIND&lt;br /&gt;everyone: ???&lt;br /&gt;Guide: Eh sorry I mean MIND YOUR STEP !&lt;br /&gt;everyone: HAHAAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the bus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Susan: Ameliaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: Uh mum, you missed your seat adi, its in front&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Susan: AMELIA, HAVE YOU PEED ADI?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: AHAHAAHHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: MOM ! I'm old enough to go myself, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets get down to the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20070510&amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070510/204410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm uber jealous ok? The underwater camera men didnt come to my side. Sigh... missed out taking underwater pics. Here's my cousin. Such a nice pic! However its RM 5 per pic when they burn the cd for you, and not all are this nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20070430&amp;amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/184300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of our looking into the horizon camwhoring. This is one of the better ones I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20070430&amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/171049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More more tea inn from the movie Summer Holiday. Non stop replays of that movie on the hotel channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20070430&amp;amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/105112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canoeing - Super hot ! Legs also almost sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=" target="_blank" cdate="20070501&amp;ctime="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070501/114555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright, since there are many more pics I'll post the thumbs and you all can click on whichever that interests you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, April 28, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070428&amp;cimg=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070428/s_134414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070428&amp;cimg=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070428/s_143854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070428&amp;cimg=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070428/s_203200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070428&amp;cimg=10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070428/s_214239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The nice pool with Jacuzzi&lt;br /&gt;2. Ready for snorkelling&lt;br /&gt;3. More More Tea inn at night&lt;br /&gt;4. Night gathering on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, April 29, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_100105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_100247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_100709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_103410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_113551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_115718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_134634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=7" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_175412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_181303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=9" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_181657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_182005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_183549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=12" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_184055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=13" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_210457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070429&amp;cimg=14" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070429/s_220033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pack until like illegal immigrants. The downside of super peak season.&lt;br /&gt;2. No guesses as to why we were seasick.&lt;br /&gt;3. Feeding the voracious fish at the marine park. They are scary I tell you, especially the bigger ones. Wish I had more pics but most of it was spent snorkeling at the reef, and we don't have a waterproof cam.&lt;br /&gt;4. Burying someone in the sand is a must for any beach trip.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pretending to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;6. Random pic taken from Laguna.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bailing water out of the sinking boat. Actually very near the beach adi.... they could just get down and drag it to shore.&lt;br /&gt;8. Macarena beach dance video.&lt;br /&gt;9. The uh..very enthusiastic beach dance staff.&lt;br /&gt;10. Beach dance participants.&lt;br /&gt;11. Wave jumping - jumping straight into a large wave. Must remember to hold breath.&lt;br /&gt;12. A dare chi wei took on. To take a pic lying next to 2 sexy gals. Well not exactly next to them la.&lt;br /&gt;13. Bottoms up... the most expensive Shandy ever. RM 6 per can -_-&lt;br /&gt;14. Failure to book a room for the karaoke. Took loony pics instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, April 30, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070430&amp;cimg=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/s_064601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070430&amp;cimg=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/s_065606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070430&amp;cimg=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/s_080148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070430&amp;cimg=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/s_080232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070430&amp;cimg=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/s_104300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070430&amp;cimg=6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/s_170615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070430&amp;cimg=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/s_175015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070430&amp;cimg=9" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/s_180227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070430&amp;cimg=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/s_184754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070430&amp;cimg=12" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070430/s_190848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Night view&lt;br /&gt;2. Another night view&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunrise view - well slightly after sunrise la, at 6.45&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunrise view 2&lt;br /&gt;5. Look how red Alvin is...&lt;br /&gt;6. Posing at the More More Tea Inn&lt;br /&gt;7. Beach dance video ! (Y.M.C.A)&lt;br /&gt;8. Oo yea, look at the dance moves&lt;br /&gt;9. Another scenary shot.&lt;br /&gt;10. Some deco in front of Laguna resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, May 1, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070501&amp;cimg=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070501/s_103827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070501&amp;cimg=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070501/s_113555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070501&amp;cimg=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070501/s_114851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;cdate=20070501&amp;cimg=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070501/s_121405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cdate=20070501&amp;amp;cimg=5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070501/s_161631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Another shot of the pool&lt;br /&gt;2. Last day indoor group photo&lt;br /&gt;3. The uh... Hot sensations. The actual band is 4 girls who sing at the lounge every night.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chilling out at the recreation room while waiting for the Ferry of horror to bring us back to Kuala Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;5. We made it in one piece! After that was the 11 hour (including breaks for lunch and dinner) bus ride to KL. Not many pics after this. Everyone was dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great trip and great memories though...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-3005413690706589554?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/3005413690706589554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=3005413690706589554&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/3005413690706589554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/3005413690706589554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/05/redang-trip-part-3-final.html' title='Redang Trip Part 3 ~ Final'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-373709981373424304</id><published>2007-05-08T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:06:34.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>4 days of vacation in Redang and 1 day in between Part 2</title><content type='html'>Paranormal events at Redang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The falling ashtray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi Wei was watching a horror movie alone in his room. Suddenly, the ash tray on top of the tv fell down for no reason...and cracked...... he was pretty much freaked. Coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing shine a torch up your face to take scary pics on the beach late at night. One of the pictures turned out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20070508&amp;ctime=011942 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070508/011942.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely at the picture, do you see something scary? It really freaked us out when we first saw it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chi Wei... whats that behind you in that pic?&lt;br /&gt;Chi Wei: Eh? Walau, who was that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i don't remember anyone else posing for that pic....the mouth, why does it look like got blood one....&lt;br /&gt;Chi Wei: T_T First the ashtray, now this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-373709981373424304?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/373709981373424304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=373709981373424304&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/373709981373424304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/373709981373424304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/05/4-days-of-vacation-in-redang-and-1-day_08.html' title='4 days of vacation in Redang and 1 day in between Part 2'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-7759249545190097892</id><published>2007-05-02T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:22:23.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>4 days of vacation in Redang and 1 day in between - Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The schedule&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;well..mostly what I was doing lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night 1 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus ride to K Terengganu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at K. Terengganu&lt;br /&gt;Ferry ride of hell to Redang island&lt;br /&gt;Deep Sea Snorkelling&lt;br /&gt;Gathering at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise viewing (could not wake up for this one :p)&lt;br /&gt;Snorkelling at Marine Park&lt;br /&gt;Beach dance&lt;br /&gt;Shark viewing&lt;br /&gt;Wave jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise viewing&lt;br /&gt;Canoeing&lt;br /&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;Beach dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Go swimming at the pool&lt;br /&gt;Ferry ride to K Terengganu&lt;br /&gt;Bus ride back to KL&lt;br /&gt;Stop for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Stop for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night 5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach KL at 2 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The transportation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bus ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going to redang -&lt;/strong&gt; Left just before midnight and arrived around 7.30 am at Kuala Terengganu. Made a few stops in between at rest stops so that we could use the loo/ grab a quick bite. Me = painful neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming home -&lt;/strong&gt; The longest ride in my life. We stopped for lunch and also dinner. Boarded the bus at 2 something pm May 01. We finally reached home at 2 something a.m May 02 -_-. I was almost dead by then and had no problems sleeping till 11 a.m. the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ferry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ferry to redang -&lt;/strong&gt; The horror of horrors. My first experience of being violently seasick. Its the small covered type of ferry not the huge ones that accomodate cars. The first thing the staff did was to pass out plastic bags. Not everybody took the bags. It was raining and the ferry was swaying left and right... after that it picked up speed... then it started bobbing up and down. After imagining myself riding on a dinosaur to take my mind offf reality, I lost it 15 minutes before reaching our destination. Well..so did a few others. It would have been funny if I wasn't so ill. Half the passengers were hanging onto to poles at the middle of the boat with pale faces. Apparently standing up and looking forward helps with the seasickness. Well it didnt quite work for me. Upon arrival to Redang the welcome drink was "shuen mui" drink. Ahh.... never tasted anything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rji2QTiavlI/AAAAAAAAABE/B55wzob4KQc/s1600-h/Redang+966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059994572589547090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rji2QTiavlI/AAAAAAAAABE/B55wzob4KQc/s400/Redang+966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing a song before boarding the Ferry of doom for the return trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rji6ZDiavmI/AAAAAAAAABM/XsE7--6ZB8w/s1600-h/Copy+of+Redang+963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059999120959913570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rji6ZDiavmI/AAAAAAAAABM/XsE7--6ZB8w/s400/Copy+of+Redang+963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ferry back from Redang&lt;/strong&gt; - Everyone took seasickness pills. Everyone took the plastic bags handed out. Everyone avoided the side seats. Sweets/shuen mui were passed around. Some aunties had ta pao-ed orange juice or other sour drinks. We all took a deep breath and the journey started..it started to drizzle..we braced for the worst..... Surprisingly the trip was very smooth. No extreme swaying or bobbing. No one got sick. Phew.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boat to deep sea snorkelling/ marine park&lt;/strong&gt; - For the deep sea snorkelling on day 1, the boat was swaying like crazy when we reached the snorkelling area. A few people were feeling sick including myself. We quickly got into the water. I think we had not recovered from the hellish ferry ride yet. The marine park boat ride was slightly better. Advice for those who dont want to get into the water for deep sea snorkelling... if you dont plan to snorkel, don't go at all. You wont last 10 minutes on that swaying boat without throwing up. My friend told me some parents learned that the hard way. They went just to monitor their kids. The marine park different story coz you can stay on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rji_zziavpI/AAAAAAAAABk/qlomNO2qoM8/s1600-h/Redang+307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060005078079553170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rji_zziavpI/AAAAAAAAABk/qlomNO2qoM8/s400/Redang+307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rji_VziavoI/AAAAAAAAABc/b506iESNpAc/s1600-h/Redang+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060004562683477634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rji_VziavoI/AAAAAAAAABc/b506iESNpAc/s400/Redang+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rji_BDiavnI/AAAAAAAAABU/_Suie9Ow8dw/s1600-h/Redang+334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060004206201192050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rji_BDiavnI/AAAAAAAAABU/_Suie9Ow8dw/s400/Redang+334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM. Buffet breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday at Laguna. Everyday they had slightly different food. Dinners were the best though. Great view of the sea from the restaurent. Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070428/193457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Satay &amp; Lekor were good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RjiwMjiavjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kacSF1wnwxQ/s1600-h/Redang+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059987911095270962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RjiwMjiavjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kacSF1wnwxQ/s400/Redang+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mango pudding and uh... I'm not sure what it is but its like cake with the sauce you get on bread pudding. Nice.... The kuih not bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rjit9DiaviI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VF3k6aizVf8/s1600-h/Redang+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059985445784043042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rjit9DiaviI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VF3k6aizVf8/s400/Redang+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RjisMDiavhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nN_aQBRXreA/s1600-h/Redang+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059983504458825234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RjisMDiavhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nN_aQBRXreA/s400/Redang+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every lunch time they have fish, beef, chicken and lamb cooked in various styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rjix2TiavkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-iiZhTLTgck/s1600-h/Redang+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059989727866437186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rjix2TiavkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-iiZhTLTgck/s400/Redang+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had rather unique soups. Cream of carrot, chicken lemon soup.... but it was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RjjEXTiavrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FJSj3H0I2Iw/s1600-h/Redang+369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060010086011420338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RjjEXTiavrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FJSj3H0I2Iw/s400/Redang+369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Daytime View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RjjFiDiavsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nhbA7BElhRM/s1600-h/Redang+893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060011370206641858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/RjjFiDiavsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nhbA7BElhRM/s400/Redang+893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Night View (Full moon!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be continued in the next post ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-7759249545190097892?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/7759249545190097892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=7759249545190097892&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/7759249545190097892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/7759249545190097892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/05/4-days-of-vacation-in-redang-and-1-day.html' title='4 days of vacation in Redang and 1 day in between - Part One'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avHrdRF9ur0/Rji2QTiavlI/AAAAAAAAABE/B55wzob4KQc/s72-c/Redang+966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-7185614130054629893</id><published>2007-04-23T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:07:45.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Hello, are you alive?</title><content type='html'>Just last weekend I was watching Naruto Shippuden episode 10. There were 2 old people sitting next to a pond, 1 old man and 1 old lady. The old lady was holding a fishing rod while sleeping. The old man called out to his sister(the old lady), but she did not respond to him. He called a few times and got a little worried, then he said..."Oi, are you dead?" The old lady slumped forward and the fishing rod fell from her hands...... then just before the rod hit the water she grabbed it and said "HAH, fooled you! You thought I was dead didn't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ok, that might be something we expect to see in anime or cartoons, but apparently it happens in real life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid : Gong gong..its time to wake up....&lt;br /&gt;(No response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid: (touches his arm) Gong gong, morning already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still No response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid: (Getting worried and shakes him) Are you OK? Wake up, wake up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Silence for a few moments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: Suddenly starts giggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: BwaHahahaha, you thought I was dead didnt you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid: .............. not funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that the maid complained to my mum, she said she almost got a heart attack, coz she thought he died in his sleep. My grandmother actually died in her sleep a few years ago and this same maid was also the one that found out when she tried to wake her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-7185614130054629893?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/7185614130054629893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=7185614130054629893&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/7185614130054629893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/7185614130054629893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-are-you-alive.html' title='Hello, are you alive?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-2234092783420633439</id><published>2007-04-11T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:13:44.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants or random rambling'/><title type='text'>Do you know what day it is?</title><content type='html'>The question that strikes fear into the hearts of many men. "Dear, do you know what day is this?" And the answer is certainly not Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday. Frantically the guy will rack his brains, going through the list of birthdays, anniversaries and other important dates. For some guys, they pretend to have not forgotten. For some, they pretend to have known all along and try to trick the ladies to disclose the occasion by playing along with the conversation. Anyway I thought yesterdays conversation was rather amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey do you know what tomorrow is?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Uh......&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know, being April and all&lt;br /&gt;Him: Uh yea, yea.... so you want to go out for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... you dont know what date it is, do you?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I think I know lar... April ma, around this date ma.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh... actually its our 2 year working anniversary, we started working exactly 2 years ago on this date. I thought I'd just see if you remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Oh......&lt;br /&gt;Me: Although the other anniversary is also coming up, but its not on 11th of April la. You forgot the real date RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Uh........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-2234092783420633439?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/2234092783420633439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=2234092783420633439&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/2234092783420633439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/2234092783420633439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-know-what-day-it-is.html' title='Do you know what day it is?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-117384364654013579</id><published>2007-03-14T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:09:51.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The stuff I own'/><title type='text'>Digital clutter</title><content type='html'>You all know how over the years, clutter tends to pile up in our rooms, may it be old magazines, half used bottles of lotion, and of course the cute but impractical birthday gifts we receive year after year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not only my room is full of that, but my computer too. Recently I tried to format it, but I took ages to tidy up some of the files. Anyway, heres some of the stuff I found all over the computer drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20070219&amp;amp;ctime=183508" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070219/183508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, although it brings back memories of sleepy lectures and hellish nights of no sleep, I cant really bring myself to delete my old lecture slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20070219&amp;amp;ctime=182948" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070219/182948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 3 girls using the same computer, pictures and icons really pile up. There like thousands of these in my pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20070219&amp;amp;ctime=182553" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20070219/182553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my online gaming days... ok I know maple story is one of the lamest ones, but still it was fun playing with friends, and posing for pics with anyone that happens to be around on the same screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="455px" width="600px" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="14631"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="3175"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://localhostr.com/files/a053fe1f953b0493472c.swf"&gt;lapisan_m.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://localhostr.com/files/a053fe1f953b0493472c.swf"&gt;lapisan_m.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;embed src="aeneon.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="455px" height="600px"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and a whole folder full of college assignments... sometimes I find it hard to belive I had the patience to do them, not to mention some of them are like really lame, like the musical science project. Well the drawings were ok, but the music was real lame. Click on the play button to see out attempted animation of the uh, sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Click on the light bulb at own risk(the music got bugs ler..hahah....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now my computer is formatted, but the files are far from being sorted out... I guess I will come accross more weird junk deep within folder jungle someday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-117384364654013579?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/117384364654013579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=117384364654013579&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/117384364654013579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/117384364654013579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/03/digital-clutter.html' title='Digital clutter'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-116917469242356834</id><published>2007-01-19T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:14:52.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munchies or Sippies'/><title type='text'>Coffee, tea and me</title><content type='html'>I just made my first cup of non instant coffee. 24 years of living and this is my first time. Well as some of you guys know I'm not a coffee drinker. I prefer Milo, Ovaltine, Vico or any other sweet drink to coffee. I was driven to this because I forgot to bring my breakfast once again, and all the food in my drawer has expired. Even the tea has expired. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I made 3 in 1 coffee because I ran out of ovaltine. Today there was nothing left so I gingerly made my way to the kitchen, and stared at all the bottles and tins of what not on top of the fridge. Hence began a legendary moment in my life. Making my first coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the black stuff in one of the containers should be the coffee. Hmm..there is no spoon in the container. The spoon in my cup is wet coz I just washed it. Ok I shall attempt to tip a bit of the coffee powder into my cup.... Arghhh... too much! Spoons half the powder into the dustbin. Ok, now what else do they have... hmm creamer... how much to put? Cincai la put 1 spoon. Sugar...er... 1 spoon la. Add hot water and stir. Erm... the coffee looks too dark... ok add a bit more creamer. Take a sip... Bleah.. a bit bitter... adds more sugar. Takes another sip.... too sweet liao :S  Ok, pour 1/4 of the coffee into the sink, and add in more hot water. Ok, cincai la, that should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it tastes kinda diluted now. Well nevermind, too much coffee would give me a headache anyway. Guess this will at least allow me to last till lunchtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-116917469242356834?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/116917469242356834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=116917469242356834&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116917469242356834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116917469242356834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/01/coffee-tea-and-me.html' title='Coffee, tea and me'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-116783803975708151</id><published>2007-01-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:14:25.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants or random rambling'/><title type='text'>...and a Happy New Year !</title><content type='html'>Somehow it seems that 2006 has fizzled away pretty fast.... I guess its probably because each year passs away faster than the previous year, since we &lt;s&gt;are getting older&lt;/s&gt; have gone through a number of new years. Someone asked me, what useful things have I accomplished or learned in the previous year. Well after much thought, I came up with a list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Early last year I said, "Dad, can I please keep 2 gerbils?" Today I have 13. As well as 2 mice and 1 betta fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; I learned that touch and go lane signboards can flip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; I learned that to some people, its less risky to dash out of and stop a moving car and stop it with your bare hands than to reach over and pull the handbrake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; If you reverse really really slowly while parking, even if u hit the car behind you lightly, it wont leave a single mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; I know never again to go to Connaught pasar malam after 7.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;Having a nice warm drink half an hour before going home is a really bad idea, especially if its raining and likely to be congested on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Never start reading a good book or fanfiction when its almost time to sleep, thinking that "I will just read this for 5 minutes before calling it a day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; It is actually possible to read and finish entire books in the KL jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Its almost impossible to drop hints to certain people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I learned how to park in One Utama and how to go home from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you go. As for how I spent the first day of the year, it was in a car with some of my dear friends and my sisters, heading toward an unknown place with a map that looks like the illustration of an experiment we did back in high school with gas bromin to test the movement of gas molecules. There were random arrows all over the map.... and no roads... apparently a "small" printing error whereby Alvin's printer refused to print out the road outlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold an excerpt of the conversation in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CY the navigator:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*Ring ring......&lt;/em&gt; "Hello Doris? We seem to be lost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doris the hostess:&lt;/strong&gt; "Where are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CY&lt;/strong&gt;: "Aman Suria."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doris:&lt;/strong&gt; "Uh...I have no idea where is that. You all know where is Tropicana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Can hear her hubby giving instructions in the background&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CY:&lt;/strong&gt; Uh.... thats the problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me the passenger:&lt;/strong&gt; This is gonna be a long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CN the other passenger :&lt;/strong&gt; Just now we should have turned at bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin the driver:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*Takes deep breath&lt;/em&gt; "Think Happy thoughts..think happy thoughts........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much much later, we managed to find the place, no thanks to me of course, since you all know how good I am with roads. We had a nice chat though, good to catch up with old friends and old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a pic of something interesting Doris let us play with at her house... Wood puzzles from Bali. there were a few all them, all looking deceptively simple, but even great Alvin the enginner could not solve these puzzles. Well, neither could any of us...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061214&amp;ctime=191250 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061214/191250.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-116783803975708151?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/116783803975708151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=116783803975708151&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116783803975708151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116783803975708151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-happy-new-year.html' title='...and a Happy New Year !'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-116696471979373701</id><published>2006-12-24T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:14:25.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants or random rambling'/><title type='text'>Merry christmas !</title><content type='html'>Yo, Merry Xmas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061220&amp;ctime=221222 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061220/221222.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well though technically we cant build a snowman, but I wish I could someday for xmas..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061224&amp;ctime=200519 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061224/200519.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fight over the turkey and other xmas delicacies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061224&amp;ctime=193650 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061224/193650.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy giving and receveing presents. (Psst..where is mine?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061223&amp;ctime=124816 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061223/124816.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your pets eat the xmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061223&amp;ctime=123803 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061223/123803.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061224&amp;ctime=202611 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061224/202611.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing in front of it for pics is ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061220&amp;ctime=221110 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061220/221110.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Merry Xmas and Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-116696471979373701?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/116696471979373701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=116696471979373701&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116696471979373701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116696471979373701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry christmas !'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-116649239233408054</id><published>2006-12-19T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:02:27.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I saw'/><title type='text'>Ok, so I'm not going cuckoo after all</title><content type='html'>Everyday on the way to work I pass by 3 tolls... now I would think that passing by those money sappping devices practically every working day I would be familiar with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I accidently left one of my touch and go cards on the car dashboard under the non slip mat... by the time it was discovered it was adi half fried and crooked. I decided to test it out to see if it was still working... so one saturday I told YS to use the Tunai &amp; touch and go lane.. so if the card fails we can still pay money... surprisingly when we passed by, there was no tunai &amp; touch and go... how strange... all the touch and go lanes just said "Touch &amp; Go" ...but I could have sworn I saw at least one lane with the Tunai when i passed by everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following monday on the way to work, I saw it! The words Tunai &amp; Touch and Go at that very toll... I was like ehh?? Determined that I really saw it... the following friday when I was on leave.. I passed by that toll with YS again... and lo and behold... the sign was not there... it was then that we realised, the signboard flips during peak hours, so that people can pay chas at the touch and go lanes... CHEY.... and I tot I was going crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess some of you also don't know this, don't tell me I'm the only one who didnt know that the signs can flip right? RIGHT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-116649239233408054?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/116649239233408054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=116649239233408054&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116649239233408054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116649239233408054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-so-im-not-going-cuckoo-after-all.html' title='Ok, so I&apos;m not going cuckoo after all'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-116531398356342220</id><published>2006-12-05T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:05:24.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I saw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>every journey home</title><content type='html'>Every weekday evening I begin my journey home from work. Recently I have been trying out ways to keep myself occupied when traffic is slow. After some time, whether traffic is slow or not I still like to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=108948&amp;cdate=20061205&amp;ctime=012838 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20061205/012838.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of tress near my office. You can see IBM tower peaking out behind one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=108948&amp;cdate=20061205&amp;ctime=012842 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20061205/012842.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=108948&amp;cdate=20061205&amp;ctime=012840 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20061205/012840.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the buildings that can be seen near the Kerinchi link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=108948&amp;cdate=20061205&amp;ctime=012843 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/108948/20061205/012843.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see the sunset when I'm nearing home. I didnt manage to get the actual sunset pic yet though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-116531398356342220?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/116531398356342220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=116531398356342220&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116531398356342220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116531398356342220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/12/every-journey-home.html' title='every journey home'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-116295479107509987</id><published>2006-11-08T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:10:14.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews or comments'/><title type='text'>Final Fantasy XII</title><content type='html'>&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;ctime=203537 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/203537.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha well today is my first time blogging about a game. As most of you know(if you don't know then you obviously don't know me very well) I love playing computer/PS games, especially RPG. Anyway this is what's currently occupying my nights. So if you dont see me online, you know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that really caught my eye about this game is, the skies in this game are so lovely. See that pretty sky in the shot below? You can even turn your head up to look at the sky while running. This game has a nice 3D feel to it, one that doesnt make my head spin like certain games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;amp;ctime=184530" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/182347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;amp;ctime=184530" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/192216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, anyway, from what I understand the plot is something about this little country called Dalmasca being caught in the middle of a war between 2 large empires. In the war, Dalmasca's prince died, and the princess apparently commited suicide in grief, or so the government says la. The little country is forced to surrender to the stronger empire. So the hero of this country, who lost his brother in the war, eventually finds himself involved in all this, and it turns out the princess isnt dead after all, but its actually some political plot to cover up that she didnt die. They meet up with a few more interesting characters and set off to help the princess and somehow save their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway here is the typical pretty boy hero of the game. His name is Vaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20031119&amp;amp;ctime=193016" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ffxii.net/images/vaan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer the other characters, hehe... like the Sky pirates Baltier and Fran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;amp;ctime=182350" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/185511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fran is a Vierra, one of the wood people. Somehow everytime I look at her I can't help but think of the word Playboy bunny. Its the ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, and I really love the Moogles in FFXII too. SO much cuter than the original moogles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;amp;ctime=184530" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/190538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the battle system, It is more real time than the traditional system. Its called Active Dimension Battle" (ADB) system. The characters are free to move about when fighting ,instead of taking turns one by one. I do prefer it this way, instead of the usual way where suddenly in the middle of walking the screen changes and you are suddenly surrounded by monsters. By the time you finish your battle you cant even remember which diretion you wre heading in already. And if you get lost, you are gonna encounter battles until you die or get fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After targeting a monster, the character will automatically perform basic attacks. However, there is also a visible ATB-like time gauge showing when a character can act. Another nice thing is the Gambit system, in which you can program the AI of your other party members so that they will automatically perform some actions without you having to command them to do so on the spot. Initially its a little weird, you see a lot of blue, green and red lines running everywhere on the screen. But its quite useful because those lines are telling who which monster is targetting which of your party members, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;ctime=193048 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/195956.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:15pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;ctime=193048 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/195603.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:15pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;ctime=193048 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/195602.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the skill system, I think I prefer the previous ones though. This one is a little annoying. Its called Lisencing as in you need a lisence to use a certain weapon or skill. Basically its like a board where you earn points to be able to click on 1 square. A square represents a skill. Clicking on 1 square opens up the squares next to it, a bit like minesweeper,lol. Unfortunately you dont know what the squares contain until it opens up. This way you kinda waste your points trying to see whats on the squares. Usually I reload my game if I get those that I dont want. The best way is actually to just download the lisence board picture from the internet to refer to, so you dont need to waste your time, haha..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;ctime=193048 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/193048.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is summoning in this FF too, just like the rest. Here, they are called Espers. After deafeating it in battle, only 1 character may summon it. The difference is that the summoner remains an active in the fight, instead the summoned creature fighting alone. A bit like the style in kingdom hearts. You cant control the Esper though, but you can still use the character that summoned it, to attack/heal etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Limit Breaks are replaced by Mist technicks called Quickenings. If your party members all have learned it, they can can string together Quickenings into large and powerful combo attacks. Its a bit hard to press all the buttons before the time runs out though, and you have to press some buttons to shuffle the characters too, I'm still trying to get the hang of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few more random screenshots I took of the IGN website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;amp;ctime=184530" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/192217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;amp;ctime=184530" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/192218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;amp;ctime=184530" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/192220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;amp;ctime=184530" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061107/192249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-116295479107509987?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/116295479107509987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=116295479107509987&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116295479107509987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116295479107509987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/11/final-fantasy-xii.html' title='Final Fantasy XII'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-116123645319539556</id><published>2006-10-19T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:15:26.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants or random rambling'/><title type='text'>I need these now</title><content type='html'>Its 1.30 p.m. I have not had lunch, and I didnt sleep early last night although that is my resolution for every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061018&amp;ctime=222718 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061018/222718.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=170327&amp;cdate=20061018&amp;ctime=234249 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/170327/20061018/234249.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! Someone just shoot me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-116123645319539556?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/116123645319539556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=116123645319539556&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116123645319539556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116123645319539556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-these-now.html' title='I need these now'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-116061935980931134</id><published>2006-10-12T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:09:29.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The stuff I own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Sleep driving</title><content type='html'>For the 3 of so years that I have been driving, I notice I do tend to doze off at the wheel, especially during the evenings when its rather jam. However this sleep driving habit of mine is getting worse lately. Today I was surfing the internet and came upon this article taken from &lt;a href="http://www.drivers.com/article/680/"&gt;Drivers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tactics to fight drowsiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a new survey shows some of the tactics drivers resort to in an effort to fight drowsiness on the road. In descending order, the most popular tactics those surveyed said they have used when they have become sleepy while they were driving were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop driving or switching drivers (59.5 percent) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Sylfaen" color="blue"&gt;I imagine myself telling my lady passenger, hey mind switching over? You drive, I sleep. I bet I would reach heaven faster... since she has not driven for years. Stop driving... where am I supposed to stop? Its more likely that my car is going to be honked at by motorists.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the windows or turn on the air conditioning (59.0 percent) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Sylfaen" color="blue"&gt;I think I'll pass with the opening window thing, especially with the haze and all. And well, from experience, stronger air conditioning makes me even sleepier&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the radio or CDs (57.7 percent) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Sylfaen" color="blue"&gt;Doesnt work, already tried it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop to eat or drink (46.3 percent) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana" color="blue"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I said earlier, there is no where for me to stop on the way home. I have tried eating, but sweets dont last forever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink caffeine (42.3 percent) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Sylfaen" color="blue"&gt;I try not to drink too much before heading home. It is after all a long journey, wouldnt want to need the loo urgently&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other methods the respondents claimed to have used to stay awake at the wheel include talking or singing to themselves (31.7 percent), splashing water in their faces (18.4 percent) and slapping, hitting, or pinching themselves (a self-abusive 16.1 percent). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Sylfaen" color="blue"&gt;I guess I'm one of those who abuse myself. However I cant bring myself to slap moi hard enough to leave a lasting effect. &lt;br /&gt;Talking.. well..my passenger is fast asleep everyday on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Singing.. hmm I have tried that before.. but after a while the words dont make sence anymore....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Institute of Chartered Personal Casualty Underwriters (which is one heckuva name for a band) insists "stay awake" behaviors such as exercising, turning on the radio, and opening the windows are misconceptions and have not been proven to prevent sleep attacks. Other unproven methods to combat drowsiness are hopping on one foot, swapping pants with another occupant of the car, and trying to remember the name of good Rob Schneider movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Sylfaen" color="blue"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me but how do you hop in the car? And swapping pants? Mad ar?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I guess the only thing I can do is sleep more at night, although it doesnt really work. Sleepiness while driving just happens. Maybe its just too boring or cold. The funyn thing is, once I rech home, I feel so refreshed and wide awake..must be all that sleeping in the car.... It must be a miracle that I'm still alive now, hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-116061935980931134?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/116061935980931134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=116061935980931134&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116061935980931134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116061935980931134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/10/sleep-driving.html' title='Sleep driving'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-116001602369304056</id><published>2006-10-05T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:15:37.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>I need wacko busters too</title><content type='html'>In responce to Alvins 4 am wacko buster post at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/alvinb?nextdate=10%2f1%2f2006+23%3a38%3a8.960&amp;direction=n"&gt;Alvin's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own twilight shocked out of sleep story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping soundly after a long day at work, then dinner with steffi. I got home at 10.20 because of the jam and all. So around midnight, I went to bed and was sleeping the sleep of the almost dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I could hear screaming and shouting coming from downstairs. I was confused for a moment. Then I heard my parents voices coming from downstairs... eh, was it morning already? I glanced at my hp and it was 3.45 a.m. What on earth was going on? I dragged myself out of bed and went down the stairs, only to see my sisters hooting away while glued to the computer. I was like.." What on earth are you guys doing?" them :"Hahaha... watching the apprentice..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, I was too sleepy to debate with them so I dragged myself back to bed...a few minute later my sisters came to the room. Since I had yet to fall asleep, I asked them... was it my imagination or did I hear screaming and shouting? They said it was them, because they were too happy that their favorite guy won. -_-.. and yes, I actually did hear my parents voices because the insane yelling woke my parents up too. Darn and I thought world cup was bad enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part was, I could not fall alseep for another hour or so after that. Sigh... I was soo sleepy this morning. I felt like throwing water on them as I left for work.. they were still sleeping soundly in their beds. The joy of being on holiday............. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-116001602369304056?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/116001602369304056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=116001602369304056&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116001602369304056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/116001602369304056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-wacko-busters-too_05.html' title='I need wacko busters too'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-115963331715630052</id><published>2006-09-30T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:05:06.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I saw'/><title type='text'>Hmm interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/jaswwp/sa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to post up a pic of something we saw at the Shah Alam Museum. We were like ..eh... didn't know they wore this type of undies in the past. What powers could the special undies hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maybe it wards off evil. Hmm... like maybe the person wearing it in the past would drop his sarung or something if he encounters pontianak. Then the pontianak will flee at seeing the words on the undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Remind the wearer to be religious. Every time he sees the words on his undies when going to the toilet or changing his clothes or even ahem... taking off his clothes for "other" reasons, he is reminded not to do any "naugthy" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Its just the "In" thing during that time to have such a name on your unidies, like how kids have power rangers shorts and underwear nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It empowers whoever that wears that underwear to be..ahem...."strong" and "powerful" in that region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well seriously I have no clue why they would put Allahs name on undies. I mean its not like I'm making fun of their religion or anything, after all its posted up publicly in a public museum after all, so it must be something thats acceptable. Do enlighten me if any of you know the true function of this ancient piece of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrow shows whats written on the sign. I'm not kidding..Go here for a larger and clearer picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/jaswwp/ShahAlamMuseum014copy.jpg"&gt;Larger pic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-115963331715630052?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/115963331715630052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=115963331715630052&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/115963331715630052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/115963331715630052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm-interesting_30.html' title='Hmm interesting...'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-115926374655069219</id><published>2006-09-26T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:21:07.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizes..tags...etc'/><title type='text'>song quiz !</title><content type='html'>Random-ness time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Load as many songs as you can into your playlist. Put your music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2.) Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;4.) NO CHEATING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions and my answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) How am I feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;np:  Gorillaz Demon Days - Last Living Souls&lt;br /&gt;(lol... demon days is a good description, coz im having flu today. Yea and its like im the last living soul here too, office is quiet..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Where will I get married?&lt;br /&gt;np: Thumbelina - Let Me Be Your Wings.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;(hmm, whats that supposed to mean I wonder, marry a pilot? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What is my best friend’s theme song?&lt;br /&gt;np: Enya - Amarantine &lt;br /&gt;(hmm, no comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) What is/was highschool like?&lt;br /&gt;np: liang jing ru - dui bu qi wo ai ni(I'm sorry I love you) &lt;br /&gt;(yea, plenty of love and angst in high school,lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) What is the best thing about me?&lt;br /&gt;np: Sheryl Crow - Wildflower - 01 - Good Is Good.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;(haha, when im good im good when im bad then I'm..hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) How is today going to be?&lt;br /&gt;np: Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here &lt;br /&gt;(I wish you were here... my pillow !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;np: Rdiana ross - endless love.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;(ooh, sounds romantic..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What song describes my parents?.&lt;br /&gt;np: Utada Hikaru - Hikari.mp3(light) &lt;br /&gt;(not bad, I guess parents are kind like our guiding light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;np: Fish Leong - Si Lu_.mp3  (silk road)&lt;br /&gt;( my life is like a silk road eh...but in that song, it refers to the lonely silk road in China)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;np: Utada Hikaru - Sanctuary &lt;br /&gt;(quote 1st 2 lines of the lyrics - &lt;i&gt;In you and I,&lt;br /&gt;There's a new land,Angels in flight....&lt;/i&gt; sounds like i went to heaven? hahaha.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;np: Ray Peterson - Tell Laura I Love Her.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;(Uhh.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;np: Kid Rock featuring Sheryl Crow - Picture &lt;br /&gt;(UHHHH.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;np: Lee Hom - Forever Love.mp3  &lt;br /&gt;(they love me? awwwww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;np: Collective Soul - The World I Know.mpg &lt;br /&gt;(Hmm I know the world but I dont understand it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;np: Corinne May -The Birthday Song.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;(celebrate birthdays?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;np: Micheal Buble - What A Wonderful World.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;(um, does it mean i should have them or not? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) What is some good advice?&lt;br /&gt;np: Frankie Valli - Cant Take My Eyes Off of You.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;(who should i stare at? cari pasal ar? hahaha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;np: westlife - written in the stars.mp3  &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;stay with me, dont fall asleep too soon....dont be afraid i'll be right by your side..&lt;/i&gt;  oo nice song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) What does everyone else think of my current life?&lt;br /&gt;np: Boyzone - No Matter What.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;no matter what they tell us...what we belive is true..&lt;/i&gt;does it mean people think I'm stubborn?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) What type of men/women do you like?&lt;br /&gt;np: Bee Gees - First Of May.mp3  &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;when i was small n christmas trees are tall..we used to love while others used to play. &lt;/i&gt;) woah... no comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;np: Liang Jing Ru - Ke Xi Bu Shi Ni.mp3(A pity it isnt you)  &lt;br /&gt;(A pity it isnt who? lee hom? brad pitt? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) What should I do with my love life?&lt;br /&gt;np: Robbie Williams - Feel.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;(Feel the love, baby! ahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Where will you live?&lt;br /&gt;np: Westlife - I Still Love You .mp3(uhh....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) What will your dying words be?&lt;br /&gt;np: rob_thomas-problem_girl.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;(Tell them I'm a problem girl? -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) When im having sex i say..&lt;br /&gt;np: Beatles - Yellow Submarine.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;(-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) When I meet a guy/lady for the first time i say..&lt;br /&gt;np: And_Today_the_World_Is.mp3&lt;br /&gt;(today the world is good...and today the weather is good....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) When my parents are angry i say..&lt;br /&gt;np: Beatles - Let It Be.mp3&lt;br /&gt;(ahaha yes, let it be ! XD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-115926374655069219?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/115926374655069219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=115926374655069219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/115926374655069219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/115926374655069219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-quiz.html' title='song quiz !'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-115876220493783497</id><published>2006-09-20T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:04:06.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The stuff I own'/><title type='text'>I created a Slide Show! Check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://widget-25.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-25.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594043066149&amp;cy=bl" width="475" height="375" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/f2/72057594043066149/bl_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/blank.gif" height="0" width="0" style="border: 0;"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 months of gerbil keeping. 7 months of memories, both happy and sad. The joy of having new born gerbil pups, and the sadness of losing my first gerbil. However its a rewarding experience :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-115876220493783497?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/115876220493783497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=115876220493783497&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/115876220493783497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/115876220493783497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-created-slide-show-check-it-out.html' title='I created a Slide Show! Check it out!'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-115586657367461225</id><published>2006-08-18T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:04:27.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Backfire</title><content type='html'>Ever thought that the methods we painstakingly use to ensure the security of ourselves and our property could backfire on us? Well anyway here's my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I was on leave, to celebrate my mum's bday at the Crown princess hotel. After the lunch was over we got a complimentary cake from them, yum yum.... so we were preparing to leave... we all got into the car, my dad took out the stering lock jey and inserted it into the keyhole and turned....and turned... and turned somemore.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after another 20 minutes of twisting and turning..and even banging at it, we started to panic. We decided to go back to the hotel to ask for help. Haha the cake was getting soft after so long in the parking lot too. Luckily the hotel staff told us of a locksmith just accross the road in ampang park. So we set off to find him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we found him, he asked wheres the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: crown princess hotel carpark XXX floor&lt;br /&gt;Locksmith: ohh there ar, its haunted u know&lt;br /&gt;Us: ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another half an hour and 50 bucks later, we were on our way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: See dad I told you that steering lock was not working properly, but noooo you had to use it.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: it was always working fine when I used it before,&lt;br /&gt;Me: hah..yea right, it always gets stuck when i use it. That time at least still can open after 10 minutes, now see what trouble it has caused.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Anyway that fella took out the spring already...we can continue to use the lock !&lt;br /&gt;Me: .................-_- you still dare to use it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours later my dad came to join us for dinner and a movie at mid valley. After the show, at around 11 pm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ah tired... lets go home&lt;br /&gt;Dad: ok... say u know what, I locked the car with the steering lock again.&lt;br /&gt;Me and sisters: You WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: dont worry it can open one lar...&lt;br /&gt;Us: ....... we are doomed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha well in the end it didnt caused anymore problems, but think of it we could have ended up stuck in MV carpark at midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: If the same thing happened, we would have taken cab back home and you stay here and handle the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Hehe.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-115586657367461225?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/115586657367461225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=115586657367461225&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/115586657367461225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/115586657367461225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/08/backfire.html' title='Backfire'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-115267791564372805</id><published>2006-07-12T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:21:08.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizes..tags...etc'/><title type='text'>Q &amp; A - Tagged by Steffi</title><content type='html'>A Thoughts Provoking Q&amp;A... &lt;br /&gt;I got tagged! &lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people u can think of and then tag 5 more people to do the survey. Do not read the questions before you write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alvin Boey&lt;br /&gt;2. Sarah Boey&lt;br /&gt;3. Chin Yee&lt;br /&gt;4. Chi Wei&lt;br /&gt;5. Wei I&lt;br /&gt;6. YsLim&lt;br /&gt;7. Ash&lt;br /&gt;8. Hsiou Ling&lt;br /&gt;9. Philip&lt;br /&gt;10.Chun Eng&lt;br /&gt;11.Steffi &lt;br /&gt;12.Wei Li &lt;br /&gt;13. See Min&lt;br /&gt;14. Billy Tong&lt;br /&gt;15. Hai Ling&lt;br /&gt;16. Lai Li Lin&lt;br /&gt;17. Pauline&lt;br /&gt;18. Gina&lt;br /&gt;19. Victor&lt;br /&gt;20. Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did u meet #14 (Billy Tong)&lt;br /&gt;My classmate in college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would u do if u haven't met #1 (Alvin Boey)&lt;br /&gt;I would not have known that such crappyness existed in the world :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would u do if #20 (Jonathan) and #9 (Philip) dated?&lt;br /&gt;I think Jon would most certainly freak, Philip hmmmmmmm ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would #6 (YsLim) and #17 (Pauline) make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Aahahaha.... well there is a rather large age gap I would think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe #3 (Chin Yee)&lt;br /&gt;Always manages to buy cheap bags, likes cute pigs? Or rather people like to give her cute pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think #8 (Hsiou Ling) is attractive&lt;br /&gt;Hehe yeah, have always though so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me something about #7 (Ash)?&lt;br /&gt;Potential gf must learn to peel prawns....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you know anything about #12 (Wei Li)'s family?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, considering she is my sis..I guess so :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is #1's (Alvin Boey's) favourite?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rice, bak kut teh, Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What would you do if #11 (Steffi ) confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;Well............. she does have a variety of tastes, but I'm sure she prefers feminine guys rather than girls. (*prepares to run away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What language does #15 (Hai Ling) speak?&lt;br /&gt;Cacat language. No really... well we do have our own language.. Right Pei yi? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is #9 (Philip) going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Steffi was saying that its Chun Eng? haha.. well who knows Philip is mysterious all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How old is #16 (Lai Li Lin)?&lt;br /&gt;My age... shhh, not  to be disclosed here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When was the last time you talked to #13 (See Min)?&lt;br /&gt;2 months ago I guess... on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is #2 (Sarah Boey's)'s favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;You got me here, I only know she likes the prison break guy, singers..tak tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you date #4 (Chi Wei)?&lt;br /&gt;Well... maybe if I were 5 years younger or he were 5 years older, hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you date #7 (Ash)?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, weren't we just discussing this yesterday ash? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is #15 (Hai Ling) single?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... she claims to be, but not sure if there are any new developments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is #10 (Chun Eng)'s last name?&lt;br /&gt;Tan I think. Don't kill me if I'm wrong &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you consider being in a relationship with #19 (Victor)?&lt;br /&gt;Inter-office relationships are not fated to go well I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What schools did #17 (Pauline) go to?&lt;br /&gt;No clue, never got to asking her that I think, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your favourite thing about #5 (Wei-I)?&lt;br /&gt;She talks in the middle of the night... like last night, then I can tease her about it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What do you think about #13 (See Min)?&lt;br /&gt;I've known her for the longest time, she seems quiet but just wait till you know her :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do #4 (Chi Wei) and # 18 (Gina) have in common?&lt;br /&gt;I think they are opposite in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What special qualities does #5 (Wei-I) hold in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, we are blood related?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-115267791564372805?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/115267791564372805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=115267791564372805&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/115267791564372805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/115267791564372805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/07/q-tagged-by-steffi.html' title='Q &amp; A - Tagged by Steffi'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-114976590667856145</id><published>2006-06-08T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:13:57.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants or random rambling'/><title type='text'>ok, so i am addicted....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 51% Internet Addict.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=9f41fe56-707b-4667-8090-9c248abfc0c2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=10095e94-839f-40a0-82cc-2901298f139c.gif" alt="Total Internet Addict!" border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am pretty addicted, but there is hope.  I think I'm just well connected to the internet and technology, but it's really a start of a drug-like addiction.  I must act now!  Unplug this computer!&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=9f41fe56-707b-4667-8090-9c248abfc0c2"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Internet Addict Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 35% Geek.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=2c7d8bff-7f9d-4e46-a4e5-dfd101d894cc"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=08177bbc-6ff8-46bb-b111-2797ae150b3c.gif" alt="Geek? Yes, but at least I got social skills." border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You probably work in computers, or a history deptartment at a college.  You never really fit in with the "normal" crowd. But you have friends, and this is a good thing. &lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=2c7d8bff-7f9d-4e46-a4e5-dfd101d894cc"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Geek Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm in the IT line anyway......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet most of you who find yourself reading this are addicted too :p &lt;br /&gt;All hail the internet !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-114976590667856145?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/114976590667856145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=114976590667856145&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114976590667856145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114976590667856145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-so-i-am-addicted.html' title='ok, so i am addicted....'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-114861894439261983</id><published>2006-05-26T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:31:47.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Phone conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Picking calls in office when the admin is not around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 1&lt;br /&gt;Person : May I ask if your company yada yada yada&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uh..... ( Dont know how to answer and boss and admin not around)&lt;br /&gt;     Can you call back tomorrow? The person in charge is not around&lt;br /&gt;Person : No I just want to know if yada yada yada&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 2&lt;br /&gt;Person: hwhw tywyw$ 24^@WHRW rhwhwhw..... *buzzing and crackling sounds&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uh hello? hello?&lt;br /&gt;Person : Ini Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uh yea.... cari siapa&lt;br /&gt;Person: Saya panggil dari luar negeri ...*garbled sounds.....&lt;br /&gt;Me: uh ya, you cari siapa&lt;br /&gt;Person: Takde la..... *phone call ends&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking on the phone to a certain somebody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 1&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, hey my phone is out of battery so I cant call you later, I'll be at your office at 6 pm ok?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Oh its ok, if you cant call me I'll call you&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_- (hello? no battery how to receive call)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 2&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey i just called to tell you im leaving now&lt;br /&gt;Lady: can you call me when u reach my office?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, but yesterday there was no signal around your office area, if you dont get any call from me by 6 please come out.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Oh yea that day the network was down. Its ok, I'll call your phone if you cant call me&lt;br /&gt;Me : -_- ( someone does not understand the concept of no signal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-114861894439261983?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/114861894439261983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=114861894439261983&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114861894439261983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114861894439261983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/05/phone-conversations.html' title='Phone conversations'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-114714082656941807</id><published>2006-05-09T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:22:15.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Lawatan ke tapak pembinaan</title><content type='html'>After another day of working late, I went to fetch my friend home. Now you see my friend works at this temporary office at a construction site, so usually if I pick her up at night I'll give her a call when I'm almost reaching the office, instead of having her wait for me outside at a specific time, coz its dark and all and shes afraid to wait there. So anyway......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.30 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So I'll be leaving at 8.30...will reach your place around 8.50&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Just give me a call when you are here ok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.50 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *press press press on handphone&lt;br /&gt;Hp: Call failed&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Press press again&lt;br /&gt;Hp: Call failed&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Tries to dial another number to test the network&lt;br /&gt;Hp: Call failed&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Restarts hp&lt;br /&gt;Hp: Emergency calls only&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh crap !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.00 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fiddling with my handphone, I came to the conclusion the network was down. Looks like no one is coming out either..... So basically I had 3 choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice 1: Wait in the car until my friend comes out&lt;br /&gt;Choice 2: Go into the construction site and into her office to call her&lt;br /&gt;Choice 3: Go home and leave her there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I went home......NOT. Well in the end I went into the construction site, even though it was night there were bulldozers and what not going around. I was wondering who should I ask regarding the location of the office, then I saw this guy with a safety helmet standing at the top of some stairs. So I went up to him. He was looking at me with the " what are you doing here" kinda stance, I was wondering if he was some foreign worker and I should speak to him in Malay, but in the end I asked him, "Do you know (insert my friend's name) ?" Then it appeared he did, and he was not a foreign worker after all, so he led me to their office,which actually was the carpark of the building being constructed, furnished as a temp office.... where my friend was most surprised to see me. Anyway on the way back to the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I thought your friend was some indonesian worker at 1st&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Oh...that was the bosses son, hes kinda tanned eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh..hehe..... &lt;br /&gt;Lady: So, the construction site is scary at night eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea kinda, I was thinking of waiting in the car until you came out actually, but I was worried you would be too busy to notice the time&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Yea, you made the right choice, I would have stay there until you called me&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus ended the tour to the construction site. The cellphone network only recovered at around 9.20p.m......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-114714082656941807?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/114714082656941807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=114714082656941807&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114714082656941807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114714082656941807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/05/lawatan-ke-tapak-pembinaan.html' title='Lawatan ke tapak pembinaan'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-114665168704327856</id><published>2006-05-03T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:16:34.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The stuff I own'/><title type='text'>My pets</title><content type='html'>Since I have not updated my blog for a long time, let me just post some pics of the animals living in my house(excluding humans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bunnies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/IMG_2288.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/jaswwp/blog/IMG_1244.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 gerbils including newborns, teeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/jaswwp/blog/day1819014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/jaswwp/blog/IMG_2968.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/jaswwp/blog/IMG_4753.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/jaswwp/blog/IMG_4475.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-114665168704327856?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/114665168704327856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=114665168704327856&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114665168704327856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114665168704327856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-pets.html' title='My pets'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i281/jaswwp/blog/th_IMG_1244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-114497972238366789</id><published>2006-04-14T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:16:49.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Pumping petrol , another misadventure</title><content type='html'>If some of you remember, funny things always happen to me when it comes to doing something that I dont usually do, like pumping petrol for instance. Usually my dad fills up my petrol tank when he takes the car out for games or what not. However this week he forgot to fill up my petrol tank. So last night I was forced to pump petrol on my own, otherwsie there wont be enough petrol for me to go to work the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess I have to go pump petrol&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Remember to pull your handbrake this time!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha, if anything happens like the last time, you can just pull the handbrake yourself instead of trying to hold the car with your hands!&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Haha, no la..I'm afraid the handbrake will come off!&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_- uh huh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I paid at the counter, and proceeded to start pumping the petrol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, why is nothing happening?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: hmm yalo, the figure isnt coming out.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Let me go ask the couter guy if he got the right station number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked..and the guy, obviously not understanding english well, was making signs with his hands to press the petrol thing(dunno whats the term for it), I was like uhh...ok.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we realised you have to start pumping the petrol before the figures start to come out. (*Dies of embarassment) Another attendant came to help us on doing that... Well I bet all of you are like -_- that I cant even pump petrol after driving for 4 years. :p I guess I'll do better the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-114497972238366789?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/114497972238366789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=114497972238366789&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114497972238366789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114497972238366789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/04/pumping-petrol-another-misadventure.html' title='Pumping petrol , another misadventure'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-114317430356031653</id><published>2006-03-24T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:30:46.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants or random rambling'/><title type='text'>Petrol hike is to blame for.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Messing up our heads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very first day of the petrol hike, me and my bunch of colleagues went to our usual kopitiam for lunch... where were suddenly realised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty : Here’s your mee. That will be rm 3.30 please.&lt;br /&gt;J: What? &lt;br /&gt;Aunty : Hehe.... everything price went up adi lo, delivery charges la, price of pork yada yada yada.....&lt;br /&gt;J: Uh....&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Here's your pork ball noodles, 3.30 please.&lt;br /&gt;Us: (looks at each other) 30 cents increase for everything! SCREAMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day&lt;br /&gt;J: Boycott the restaurant! &lt;br /&gt;V : Lets go to secret recipe, at least they didn’t hike up the price.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: lets go lets go!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Isn’t there something wrong with this scene? Spend additional Rm 10 just to save 30 cents......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate after another week we were back at our usual kopitiam for lunch, its still the cheapest around our place anyway. This phrase sounds familiar? Sounds like our GOV saying that Malaysia still has the cheapest rate of petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Depriving us of simple pleasures(while still messing up our heads)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Before petrol hike)&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : Minum apa?&lt;br /&gt;Us: Teh si Ping, teh limau ice, kopi ice, milo ice yada yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After petrol hike)&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : Minum apa?&lt;br /&gt;Us: Uh... Shuit char(ice tea),yit char(hot chinese tea), tak mau, tak mau....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Few weeks after petrol hike)&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : Minum apa?&lt;br /&gt;Us : Semua tak mau.....&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following which some of my colleagues usually head to the supermarket after lunch to buy a Just Tea, Coke or other canned drinks... which costs even more than a teh tarik -_- I just head back to my office to drink water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Endangering our lives, well being and property due to implementing cost reducing methods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that the cost of living has gone up, all of us have been trying to reduce our costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost reducing method 1 :&lt;/strong&gt; Avoid paying for parking&lt;br /&gt;Around my office area you can park in 3 places. &lt;br /&gt;The parking slots in front of the office(50 cent per hour) &lt;br /&gt;The yellow line area in front of the office(subject to the wrath of the JPJ) &lt;br /&gt;or next the playground or lorongs near the school(subject to abuse from wayward youths and school children)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally to avoid paying for parking, we park in those illegal places or near the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene A : (park near school)ARGHHH!! who conteng my car !!!&lt;br /&gt;Scene B : (park near playground)What THE ...! How come so many motorbikes parked all around my car, how am I going to come out!&lt;br /&gt;Scene C : (park yellow line) ARGHHH rm 30 saman!!!&lt;br /&gt;Scene D : Die, its raining and my car is 10 minutes away up the hill, with all the water pouring down the slope! Tomorrow sure sick and on MC la...(decreases office productivity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost reducing method 2 :&lt;/strong&gt; Pay parking only for the "peak hours" that the JPJ come (usually 9 am - 2 p.m.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: OII , JPJ datang!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(mad rush to the car park by everyone in the office. Stampede!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: Aiya tak sempat to slot in coins, kena saman adi...sob sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost reducing method 3 :&lt;/strong&gt; Don't waste petrol!&lt;br /&gt;Scene A: Leave the house before 7 am to avoid the jam..then reach office only to find that no one is there yet and it is locked. End up spending rm 4 for breakfast trying to pass the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene B: Leave the office at 9 p.m. to avoid to jam only to realise that night is pasar malam night. Jam all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene C: Leave office at 8 p.m. on a non night market day only to encounter heavy rain and floods. Therefore reaching home 2 hours later with a bursting bladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene D: Turn off the engine at a slow traffic light to save petrol, only to realise your car cant start when the lights turn green. HONK HONK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene E : Turn off aircon n open car windows. Busses pass by n belch smoke at your car, filling your lungs with carbon monoxide &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene F : Turn off engine and open windows when waiting outside any place for your friend/mum/gf/bf....and roast in the hot malaysian weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cost reducing method 4 :&lt;/strong&gt; Car pool or public transport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car Pool&lt;br /&gt;Scene A: &lt;br /&gt;Fella 1 : Its ok dad, you can take my car, I'm car pooling today&lt;br /&gt;(1 hour later)&lt;br /&gt;Fella 2 : (on phone) I'm on MC today, you go to work yourself la&lt;br /&gt;Fella 1 : ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene B:&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Arrives at her house, nobody in sight)&lt;br /&gt;Lady: (Comes out 15 minutes later) Sorry sorry, I overslept&lt;br /&gt;(30 minutes later,, in the heavy traffic)&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Aiyo I'm going to be late for work, why dont you take this lane, it seems faster, cant you cut into that lane? Hey just stick your car into here, we can skip the queue&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene C:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Arrives at her work place, nobody in sight. Dials her office number&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, you still there ar&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Aiya sorry I got urgent work to do suddenly, can you wait for 10 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh ok, please hurry up, the jam will be worse soon&lt;br /&gt;(20 minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;Lady: sorry sorry, aiya its raining now, die la sure jam&lt;br /&gt;Me:(*Its not the rains fault its your fault!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene D:&lt;br /&gt;Lady arrives on time, we leave early, traffic is smooth, weather is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Happily driving home in anticipation of dinner)&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Traffic good today huh&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep, tats coz we left early(hint hint)&lt;br /&gt;Lady: SInce we are so early today can you just fetch me to xxxxxxx to buy something?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Sigh) Ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In front of the stall/shop/mall  20 minutes have passed)&lt;br /&gt;Me:(*aiyo why so long one, I'm parking in a bad place la)&lt;br /&gt;Lady:( Finally appears) Sorry sorry, the stupid cashier la, must be new person la, dunno how to yada yada yada......&lt;br /&gt;Me: SIGHHHHHHH !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public transport&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? Imagine taking bus/lrt from Cheras to my working place. I think it will take 2 buses, 1 lrt and 2 hours at least. Even driving is cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont bother with money saving methods, you will end up suffering more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-114317430356031653?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/114317430356031653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=114317430356031653&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114317430356031653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114317430356031653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/03/petrol-hike-is-to-blame-for.html' title='Petrol hike is to blame for.....'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-114148410465111376</id><published>2006-03-04T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:16:49.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>How it actually happened</title><content type='html'>Well anyway, its like this. I finished my work on friday and wanted to go home on time(5.30 p.m.). Unfortunately I could not contact HER (the lady I fetch home) and therefore was stuck in office calling her office phone every 5 minutes. Finally after 20 minutes I managed to get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Oh, don't tell me you are leaving now! I have so much work to do and some of it is urgent.&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Uh... yea I have finished my work n I actually wanted to go back some time ago but I cant reach you.&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Oh, my office line isnt working properly. I'll call you back as soon I finish this urgent matter ok? &lt;br /&gt;Me : uh ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Flashback to last night- thursday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Are you staying back until 9 tomorrow? (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Well maybe...not sure&lt;br /&gt;Lady: I hope you do, I have a lot of work to rush&lt;br /&gt;Me : uh ok, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ok, back to that present moment)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6.40, still no call from her, i tried calling her to tell her I would be going out for dinner since I'm waiting for her but no one picked up the phone. At that time it suddenly started raining very heavily. Darn...looks like I cant even go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.45 the phone rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Did you try to call me just now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes..&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Oh sorry about that, the phone is still not working properly. Do you want to go back now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, its raining heavily now, my car is parked quite far away.&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Oh I didnt realise it was raining. Luckily we didnt go back earlier !&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Har? If we had gone back just now(1 hour ago) we wouuld have escpaed the rain and jam.&lt;br /&gt;Lady : oh...hehe.... well so what time do you want to go back?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well since all of us are stuck in office, probably we will just stay on till the rain stops. How can I contact you when I want to go back, perhaps you can give me the cellphone number of your colleague?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : oh, cant la, they are all leaving soon already.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh ok.... call me back in 30 minutes then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luck would have it, the rain stopped about 10 minutes later, and I could not reach HER when I called her office. Fine... I then went for dinner with my colleagues. Oh well since it was already so late, I might as well just stay back until 9 pm and catch up on some tasks, and claim the allowance that comes with staying back for 3 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.00 p.m. the phone rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: So when do you want to go back?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think I'll stay till 9 after all.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: AWWWW... Couldn't you come earlier? I'm SOO BOREDD and I have finsished my work.&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;(...............you said yesterday that you wanted me to stay till 9, and I was the one being bored in office with nothing to do WAITING for YOU)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. i'll try to get to your place as fast as I can after I leave office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.15 pm in the car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Ah, you are finally here. Sigh, its going to be a boring weekend, i brought so much work home.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, I thought you said you were bored just now.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Oh, theres still a lot of work, but I didnt feel like doing it, so boring la..&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...................&lt;em&gt;(bangs head on car window)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-114148410465111376?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/114148410465111376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=114148410465111376&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114148410465111376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114148410465111376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-it-actually-happened.html' title='How it actually happened'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-114138365271868099</id><published>2006-03-03T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:17:17.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Why am I here?</title><content type='html'>Well, looks like I finally gathered up the time and mood to blog about something. Guess where i am now? In office of course. Why am I here at this time? Ask me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have a lot of unfinished work? &lt;br /&gt;A: Not really, I have finished my work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Why are you still in office?&lt;br /&gt;A:Its raining heavily now, and I mean REALLY heavily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Why didnt you go back earlier before the rain started?&lt;br /&gt;A:Because I could not reach a certain someone who I am supposed to fetch home, despite ringing her number hundreds of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Isnt there any other way of contacting her?&lt;br /&gt;A:She has no cellphone, and apparently she seldom checks her email, because I tried that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-114138365271868099?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/114138365271868099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=114138365271868099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114138365271868099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114138365271868099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-am-i-here.html' title='Why am I here?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-114104147831927802</id><published>2006-02-27T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:32:20.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizes..tags...etc'/><title type='text'>What could this be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pickle-green.com/egraphics/main.php?id=eggs" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/egraphics/egg03063.gif" border="0" alt="This egg hatches on 03/01/06! Adopt one today!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since its going to hatch soon, I thought I'd just adopt one and what it turns into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-114104147831927802?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/114104147831927802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=114104147831927802&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114104147831927802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/114104147831927802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-could-this-be.html' title='What could this be?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113937435864387530</id><published>2006-02-08T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:34:47.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizes..tags...etc'/><title type='text'>In the meantime....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/hamster" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="clr=0xdec189&amp;amp;cn=dexter&amp;amp;an=jyrenze" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm working on future posts, amuse yourselves with my adopted virtual pet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113937435864387530?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113937435864387530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113937435864387530&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113937435864387530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113937435864387530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-meantime.html' title='In the meantime....'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113930520381149950</id><published>2006-02-07T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:18:48.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>More conversations on the road</title><content type='html'>Time - 6.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: It always rains when we are on the road&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Where got?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: See the road, its all wet, must have been raining here just now&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Huh, its dry isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: See its darker.&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Uh, thats because some time ago they tarred the road&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Oh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113930520381149950?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113930520381149950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113930520381149950&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113930520381149950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113930520381149950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-conversations-on-road.html' title='More conversations on the road'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113815704739461773</id><published>2006-01-25T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:18:48.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Sleepy driving conversations</title><content type='html'>Of late I have been reaching home from 9.30  - 10.00 pm everyday. Sometimes I wonder am I so sleepy that I'm hearing things or is my companion really saying these words during our drive back from office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 1:&lt;/strong&gt; (approx 9.30 pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt;That day I watch an old Chinese series where the girls plait their hair Yada yada yada.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, you mean those series based on olden times in China where they work in the field for a living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; yea yea, those days, the girls were all so pretty la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, well those you saw on tv are actresses from this era anyway, goodness knows what the real olden days girls looksed like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? But this show is really very old already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Uh, so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; Isnt this series filmed in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? What filmed in the past? Its probably filemed a few years ago I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady : &lt;/strong&gt;Ohhh, I thought they filmed them during their everyday lifes like 100 years ago or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; (*sweat)Uh...I dont think they had colour video then. Besides, you can see quite clearly that they are all acting wut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh but it looks so real la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : &lt;/strong&gt;-_- (Mentally banging my head agaisnt car window) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 2 :&lt;/strong&gt; (9.50 pm )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; Look at the lanterns hung up! They look so pretty at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Yea, every year they hang up the same lanterns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; They are so bright ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Uh yea, got electricity to power the bulb inside then sure bright la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, they use electricity ar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Otherwsie how they get lighted up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; But I saw some that dont use electricity before !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Uh, you mean glow in the dark ones? Or those using candle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; Hm, not using candle, but they shine brightly anyway. They look just like the ones we passed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Uh..ok.. (resumes driving)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113815704739461773?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113815704739461773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113815704739461773&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113815704739461773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113815704739461773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleepy-driving-conversations.html' title='Sleepy driving conversations'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113694498039073667</id><published>2006-01-11T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:17:55.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>From kota rendah to bukit tinggi (1 Jan 2006)</title><content type='html'>Finally, for the first time in goodness knows how long, a REAL holiday ! Originally we had planned this trip for December, but with xmas preparations and all, it didn't work out. So on new years day, we gathered at my friends house to begin our journey up bukit tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1919.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the hustle and bustle and waiting for the late ones, we began our journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1916.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was very excited. The van was almost shaking due to our noise. There were 12 of us in the van and another 5 in another car. Pity the van driver, it must have been headache for him listening to the sakais hooting behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1928.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign that we have reached bukit tinggi! Everyone turned their heads and the same time and yelled "HORSES!" All our cameras pointed at them and started clicking, it was only a few seconds, but I managed to capture them from the window. Only after I previewed the pic I realized the riders were actually waving at us, amused at the reactions of these kampung people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1929.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by at the resort to get our apartment keys. They have a nice fountain. This is part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1931.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the apartments, they look pretty !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1940.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1941.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skip the luggage unloading part to show you the pics of inside the apartment and the view from the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1946.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1947.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, white clouds, fresh air.... I'm on vacation !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1944.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can seer that we were well prepared for this trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1948.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complimentary pizzas ! There were 6 of em !!! YUMMM  Its all thanks to Uncle Yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-BTshuttlecopy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All aboard the shuttle to visit the places in bukit tinggi. Can you spot me and YSlim in the pic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1977.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1981.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1986.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1969.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1971.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't visit the tea house but we did pass by. We spent about 2 hours in the botanical garden though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1970.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_1989.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers were very nice. There are too many pics to post so I wont post up the pics we took in the "forest" part of the gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 pm, it started to rain. We rushed to the shuttle boarding area. That was when all the rude Malaysians cut our queue to board the shuttles. After almost an hour, we were still waiting for the shuttle! In the end, cold and wet, we finally reached our apartment in time for......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2043.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM YAM Steamboat !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2046.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea we had the non tom yam one too, hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2047.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had a round of cranium. Check out &lt;a href="http://Ypfrules.blogspot.com "&gt;http://Ypfrules.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;for more pics of us playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hilarious game was over, some of them went to take baths and some played chess. Having nothing better to do, some of us went for a walk...and also to take some stupid pics of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2103.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only one out of many. Apparently the wannabe Harry potter fans are trying to transmogrify the stuffed toy into something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus concluded our first night at bukit tinggi. It was a very long night... Sleeping 6 people on one bed is no joke. My legs didn't want to wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore and aching, we woke up to a beautiful and cold morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2131.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the bukit tinggi resort for our buffet breakfast. They have the models of all the resorts n buildings in bukit tinggi on display. Kinda cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2141.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the miniature model of Colma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the buffet was nothing special, not comparable to buffet breakfast at KL or PJ hotels.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2149.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2136.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dining area, their xmas deco was still up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we headed to Colma for sightseeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2167.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2168.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there wasn't much to look at so me and a few friends spent most of the time feeding the swans and trying to touch them without getting pecked to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2158.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swans are below this bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2162.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2161.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2165.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black swan vs white swan. Apparently they hate each other. They were trying to attack each other through the wire earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was rabbit park. I should have brought my own rabbit food. RM1 for about 15 rabbit pellets. Back home rm 3 can buy a whole bag adi. Sigh, I guess that's how they make their money. Most of the bunnies were friendly and laid back, not like my hyper duo back home. Of course mine are in better condition too, its sad they don't take the trouble to treat the bunnies with open sores and wounds. Typical of petting zoos. My cam had run out of battery so this pic is taken by my friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-PICT3514.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bunnies in the rabbit farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our last stop. After that we headed back to the apartments to pack up and get ready for the journey home. One of the last pics I took before we got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/mini-IMG_2184.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree version of KL tower. IT looked pretty weird at night, like some mysterious luminous tower. Can;t get a shot of it at night, the pic comes out pitch black. So I took a pic of it in the daylight just before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back home was the opposite of the journey up. Everyone was sleeping and too tired to talk much. That comes with sleeping at 3 am on crowded beds I guess. Farewell Bukit Tinggi, we now continue our mundane lives at Kota Rendah... City of traffic jam and hot weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113694498039073667?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113694498039073667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113694498039073667&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113694498039073667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113694498039073667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-kota-rendah-to-bukit-tinggi-1-jan.html' title='From kota rendah to bukit tinggi (1 Jan 2006)'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113582164955815958</id><published>2005-12-29T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:17:55.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Happy bday to u, u went to the zoo....</title><content type='html'>Yup, I actually went to the zoo to celebrate my birthday, though it didnt really turn out as expected bcoz "someone" was busy working. But that won't happen again, RIGHT? hahaa...anyway 3 of us ended up at the once KFC endorsed zoo negara. We noticed the abandoned KFC building was overrun by storks. I wonder what else has made their home inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the rain and all it was pretty fun. Here are some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/IMG_1659.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, what is this trap doing in the middle of the zoo? Maybe something has escaped.... and they didnt want to alarm the visitors, so they quietly set up a trap..there's a chunk of meat hanging inside too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/IMG_1678.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the bad hair day bantam, it was more friendly compared to the rest, the only one that doesnt run away when we try to touch it. The feathers were very soft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/IMG_1626.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute but evil goat. Do ask steffi for the evil goat video. We thought it was being affectionate but actually it was trying to kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/IMG_1620.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uruk hai fan? Maybe the monkey has watched too much LOTR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/IMG_1685.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deodorant companies should make him their poster boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took many more pics but I have not uploaded them yet,hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113582164955815958?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113582164955815958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113582164955815958&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113582164955815958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113582164955815958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-bday-to-u-u-went-to-zoo.html' title='Happy bday to u, u went to the zoo....'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113504303271658569</id><published>2005-12-20T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:18:07.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews or comments'/><title type='text'>King Kong (Spoiler Warning)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my day off. I took that opportunity to catch up with one of my old pals and also went to watch King Kong with her. Surprisingly a lot of traffic for a weekday outside the mall. We arrived 5 minutes too late to get our reserved ticket, but there were plenty of seats left after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commercials went on and on until 15 minutes past the screening time stated on the ticket. Finally the show started. For a moment there I thought we had entered the wrong cinema, coz there were these charlie chaplin imitators prancing around on a stage. I took a while for me to remember King Kong's original setting was in that era. I actually expected it to take place in the modern era this time. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the show really exceeded expectations in terms of graphics and action. The dino vs Kong part was good, but the logic was way off. As if a dino happily gorging itself on a big hunk of meat would abondon its meal and do anything just to chomp a tiny human girl. Another part was when the dinos were half dead and tangled in vines off a cliff...yea, they could only think off chomping the girl and straining their last reserves of life to reach her despite the Kong pounding on their heads. Right... real logical....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the girl...well she showed promise in the beginning with an interesting personality and all... the she turned into a complete flop at the end of the movie. The ending was completely draggy. Kong gets shot by planes, girl cries and gets into Kongs way, Kong puts girl in safe place, girl climbs out again and gets into trouble, Kong saves girl and puts her back into safe place, girl gets out again... repeat repeat repeat until the last scene where girl and Kong stare at each other with sad faces. Repeat the plane shoots Kong and sad staring faces part a few more times..and the story ends....FINALLY. You cant expect people that have been sitting in a cinema for more than 3 hours and with full bladders to endure that type of ending comfortably. Me and my friend were like...."If you want to die, please..please just die... stop staring at each other already..."  and "Haiyoh, that girl...keep crying and crying only..." If they had cut the ending part by half, it would have been much more acceptable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I still think the movie is worth a watch, so for those of you who have nnot watched it, go knock yourselves out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113504303271658569?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113504303271658569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113504303271658569&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113504303271658569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113504303271658569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/12/king-kong-spoiler-warning.html' title='King Kong (Spoiler Warning)'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113470181097489792</id><published>2005-12-16T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:33:00.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and ponderings'/><title type='text'>I'm 22 for a moment....</title><content type='html'>Well after being sick for 1.5 weeks, I'm finally officially 22. Everyone goes like, oh you are still young, go chase your dreams, do whatever you want while you have the chance....I wish I was your age, yada yada.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe only be 22, but I feel old and jaded already. The world is changing, and not really in a good way either. I wonder how will things be like when I'm 40. Even now  people are changing their gender until you cant tell who was originally what,little kids are killing their parents during their tantrums and and what not. Kids watch cartoons that I cringe at. Those with eyeballs being pulled out and tongues getting sawn off. Yikes, I really wonder what kind of people will they grow up to be. I'm starting to fear for my life, haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of nostalgic to receive calls and sms from people that were once part of my daily life, but that I have not met for a long time. Its nice to remember the good times we had together, but sad that it probably will never happen again. I tend to keep thinking of "what was" instead of "what is". Must learn to appreciate what I have now instead of looking back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself still waiting for something to happen, something that will take me away from the mundaneness of daily life, something that will prod me to pack my bags and go seek my dreams. In the end I'm sure it is we ourselves who will make things happen. Its not much use just sitting and waiting. Oh well......there is always the hope that 1 million dollars will drop on my head someday, haha...yea right, dream on la.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of that, back to work ! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113470181097489792?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113470181097489792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113470181097489792&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113470181097489792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113470181097489792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-22-for-moment.html' title='I&apos;m 22 for a moment....'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113288302806805294</id><published>2005-11-26T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:31:27.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny stuff'/><title type='text'>Usjio?</title><content type='html'>Conversation heard on radio yesterday evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ1: Todays topic will be, strange names of streets and gardens in Malaysia. Call up and the strangest/funniest name given with earn you a prize !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people called with funny names like lorong ikan mati, jalan snuker etc. Then this guy called....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ1: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yea I would like to tell you the name of this street next to me.&lt;br /&gt;DJ1: Yea, whats the name of it?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Its called Usjio&lt;br /&gt;DJ2: Usjio? What a strange name....Where are are you in now?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh I'm in USJ now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Short moment of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ1: HAHahHAhahaha&lt;br /&gt;DJ2: ahahahahahhahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Guy: ????&lt;br /&gt;DJ1: Usjio? USJ 10 is it?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh.....(sounds embarressed)hahaha...I really thought it was Usjio la&lt;br /&gt;DJ2: We have to give him the prize la, hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh thank you!&lt;br /&gt;DJ1: So you shop in Lotio(Lot 10) often also la&lt;br /&gt;Guy: ahahahhahaaa&lt;br /&gt;(More laughther is heard on all 3 sides)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113288302806805294?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113288302806805294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113288302806805294&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113288302806805294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113288302806805294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/11/usjio_25.html' title='Usjio?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113229551466639967</id><published>2005-11-18T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:17:29.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munchies or Sippies'/><title type='text'>A Salty Lunch</title><content type='html'>Today my colleague A suggested that we go SS2 for lunch in his car. Now we were wondering how come he was so generous to offer to drive us there. Then in the car, J said , "Hah, you are going to SS2 to pay your car saman ! I knew you weren't that good to fetch us to SS2 for no reason" Then A was like " Yaya...."  So we went looking for parking, and managed to find a place. Then A said, ok you guys go ahead, we eat at this shop la..I go and pay my saman 1st... with that, A took off in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when V said, "What else is there to eat around here"? Then my senior said there was nothing much, but if he wanted we would walk around and see. So we walked and walked. Then J whispered to us   "Actually V does not want to eat porridge..." Then my senior told him,"Eh, there got rice also u know..." V was like, "hmmm ok....anything la" but he kept on walking. So we followed him until wewere quite far away from where we parked. We ended up at this certain shop that sells noodles and fried rice. Then we made a call to A to ask him to meet us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the pony tailed shop owner came to take our order. One look at his sour face made us wonder if we had made the right decision in coming. Before we could finish making out orders, he went away. We started looking at each other... Then I told them, uh, I have not ordered yet... THen they said, "hmm..he seems tob e in a bad mood today la that owner.." When the fella came back with the drinks, I gave him my order, and he gave me this withering look that seemed to say " How dare you waste my time by ordering late , you low life!" I mean who could talk to a face like that? I was like stammering away..."Uh..I want.... Ngua lam noodles...." Then he snapped " What noodle ??!!"  I was like "uhhh...kuey teow..." Then he took off. V made us laugh by imitating his "What noodle??!!" speech over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here comes the food. V took one sip of his soup and went "Urghh, its soo salty !!" Yea actually my soup was salty too. So we were eating and A came back. A lady came to take his order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress : What would you like?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Looks at V's food) Hmm, I'll have this one la&lt;br /&gt;V: (Mouth full of food) *shakes head vigorously at A&lt;br /&gt;Rest of us: *trying to contain our laughter&lt;br /&gt;A: Yea, I'll have what he is having&lt;br /&gt;V: Almost chokes on his food trying to convey the "NOOOOO!!!!" message&lt;br /&gt;Waitress (Looking at V's strange actions) Uh..ok... this dish is very nice one, good choice !&lt;br /&gt;Rest of us: (could not contain laughther anymore) AHAHAHAHHAAHA hAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: *Leaves the bunch of giggling fools(us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: What are you all laughing about? And V, what were you trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;Rest of us : *faint from laughther overdose "WHY U SO BLUR ONE ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V complained that he shook his head until it hurt but still A could not get the message. Hopeless.......After that we had a good time reacting the scene over and over until A threatened to make us walk home. That didnt stop us from reacting the scene once we were in his car. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113229551466639967?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113229551466639967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113229551466639967&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113229551466639967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113229551466639967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/11/salty-lunch.html' title='A Salty Lunch'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113169868204637863</id><published>2005-11-12T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:33:00.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and ponderings'/><title type='text'>The though provoking jelly bean</title><content type='html'>Today my friend gave me a few jelly beans from Australia. As I chewed on that bean on the way to work, a thought struck me. This bean I'm currently chomping was in Australia, it was in places that I have never set foot in before..and now it has travelled all the way to Malaysia to get eaten by me. As I rolled the unfortunately bean in my mouth, savouring the sweet taste, I pondered on the bean's fate. Then I started pondering on my own fate. Obviously my life would have been different if I had gone to a different school, joined a different intake at college.... Where would I be now if I had taken a different course or if my family had moved to Rawang as we originally planned to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me to take another course. What will happen if I take it? What will happen if i don't? Hmm, life is like those picture books that I liked to read when I was a kid. Those that go like,. To go down this Path turn to page 5, to stay there and wait turn to page 10. Eventually only certian paths lead to a happy ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Jasmine, 22 years old, Analyst Programmer. Where does my future lie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113169868204637863?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113169868204637863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113169868204637863&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113169868204637863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113169868204637863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/11/though-provoking-jelly-bean.html' title='The though provoking jelly bean'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113132731945374349</id><published>2005-11-08T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:03:50.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews or comments'/><title type='text'>Return from a fairly long break</title><content type='html'>Back to work again. A BIG SIGH..... Back to hearing everyones holiday stories, while I myself was stuck in KL, mostly at home too. Well anyway I watched 3 movies in a single day, 1 in cinema and another 2 on VCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show 1- Sound of thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments - Lousy vcd, something wrong one. Show also like errrrr, nothing special and a bit fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show 2 - Corpse bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/cb.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/cb2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the fella there? The story is about how he has to choose between those 2 ladies there. Difference being that one has a pulse and one does not. You see he was supposed to marry the one in the 2nd pic, but messed it up and got sort of married to the one in the 1st pic instead.  Kinda funny actually, that story. One line I remember from the movie goes something like.. "Being alive is only a temporary state" which was what the corspe bride's friend was telling her regarding her so called rival (The guys real bride). Come to think of it, its rather true... all of us are only living in temporary bodies, in a temporary world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show 3 - Curse of the were rabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/photo_03.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/photo_20.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/photo_05.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments - Well I'm not quite a fan of those plasticin shows but this one is funny actually. Its about this pest control fella and his dog working hard to protect the villager's prize veggies for the veg competition. Then something went wrong with one of his experiments and out pops this were rabbit. I love the doggie, he's just too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113132731945374349?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113132731945374349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113132731945374349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113132731945374349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113132731945374349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/11/return-from-fairly-long-break.html' title='Return from a fairly long break'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113091042428118734</id><published>2005-11-03T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:33:47.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizes..tags...etc'/><title type='text'>Do you know me?</title><content type='html'>If you are my friend, how many of the below do you actually know about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a computer programmer. Amazing for someone who never passed her Add Maths until SPM and can't divide a food bill with government tax among 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I still look at the keyboard while typing and still type with 6 fingers (sometimes 3) despite having had a computer since I was 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't do housework unless you count cleaning up after my 2 royal bunnies. Then again its not in the house but outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I suffered from mild obsessive compulsive disorder when I was around 5 years old. It lasted for quite a few years until I lost the need for washing my hands 10 times a night. I still occasionally touch the corners of my bed before I sleep at night though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There were 7 tanks of fish in my house at one point. At another point there were at least 20 hamsters. And I could tell all of them apart and knew each one of them. The fishes too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I kept a diary since I was about 11. The first few entries included illustrations of my stray dog friends.(The illustrations are truly horrible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I was younger I could whistle any tune with my mouth closed. I still wonder how I was able to do that as I had lost the ability to do so when I hit secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I share the same birthmark as my dad. It’s somewhere on my tummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I wanted to be an artist when I was young. Looking at my past drawings makes me wonder how I ever got that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love computer games, PS games and anime. People go like.. but you are a girl ! And I go like, and so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I must have tomato sauce with my KFC mashed potatoes. Guess what else I do to it before I eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I don’t eat tomatoes, cucumbers, pineapple or watermelon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. And most amazingly for those of you that know me.. I used to have a very good sense of direction regarding roads when I was in kindergarten. I was also one of the top students there. Now, what has happened to me since then to totally twist all that ingenuity? I can’t even find my way out of a parking lot and I was a bottom feeder in class since primary school. I think it might have the trauma of suddenly switching to a Chinese school and being forced to learn an alien language. The effort must have killed off many of my brain cells. God knows.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113091042428118734?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113091042428118734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113091042428118734&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113091042428118734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113091042428118734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/11/do-you-know-me.html' title='Do you know me?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-113048508523585781</id><published>2005-10-29T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:33:18.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny stuff'/><title type='text'>The blogger intro</title><content type='html'>This is an intro of my blogger friends,&lt;br /&gt;the wacky fellas in my life.&lt;br /&gt;The people that God sends&lt;br /&gt;to create chaos, fun and strive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all there is Steffi.&lt;br /&gt;You could say she is rather wacky.&lt;br /&gt;She likes guys that are sexy,&lt;br /&gt;especially ang mohs rich and classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that there is Ash,&lt;br /&gt;better known as Lord Krakrash.&lt;br /&gt;He likes watching WWF guys bash.&lt;br /&gt;With all the ladies he is a smash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is YS the programmer?&lt;br /&gt;The first class guy and genius debugger.&lt;br /&gt;But then we all seldom see this fella.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how long he hasn't been on Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun eng the lion dancer,&lt;br /&gt;always quick to give a sarcastic answer,&lt;br /&gt;especially when someone makes a blunder.&lt;br /&gt;If he doesnt do that then its a wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip is our vege and fruit eater,&lt;br /&gt;and also a die hard carnivore basher.&lt;br /&gt;He always claims Java is cooler,&lt;br /&gt;But we all know much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus concludes the bloggers intro.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all that was useful info.&lt;br /&gt;When you see them you will know,&lt;br /&gt;that what I typed isn't just for show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In response to a challenge by Lord Krakash. Hope you guys enjoyed it =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-113048508523585781?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/113048508523585781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=113048508523585781&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113048508523585781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/113048508523585781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogger-intro.html' title='The blogger intro'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112959945013914977</id><published>2005-10-19T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:34:02.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny stuff'/><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane..... Eh, where's the plane?</title><content type='html'>Lady : I'm going to australia this weekend !&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Ooh, when is your flight?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : On the 15th, 5 am&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Oh, saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Nono, its sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Eh, but the 15th is a saturday le..&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Yea I know, but for overseas flight they count one day ahead&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Uh, the time diff is only about 2 hours for here n Australia...&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Ya but they still count one day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Me   : What is printed on your flight ticket?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : 15th, 5 am&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Then its saturday lah&lt;br /&gt;Lady : No, trust me its Sunday. Those people that always take flight will know one la.&lt;br /&gt;Me   : I also got take before le, how come never encounter such thing&lt;br /&gt;Lady : You never often go overseas ma. This kind of thing is very common one&lt;br /&gt;Me   : (*feels  like idiot) Uh ok&lt;br /&gt;Lady : I told my friend that I will be arriving on sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;Me   : But you are due to arrive on the 15th, 3 pm. sunday is 16th&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Yea, its the way you say it when you go overseas. They will understand.&lt;br /&gt;Me   : @.@ ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning in my Office&lt;br /&gt;(*phone rings)&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : (in breathless voice) You were right my flight is tomorrow ! I'm going home to pack now! No need to fetch me later, bye !&lt;br /&gt;Me   : uh, bye.. (-_-)|||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112959945013914977?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112959945013914977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112959945013914977&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112959945013914977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112959945013914977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/10/leaving-on-jet-plane-eh-wheres-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane..... Eh, where&apos;s the plane?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112902353844867658</id><published>2005-10-12T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:18:24.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Not the best way  to start the week</title><content type='html'>Sunday :-&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Lets go eat mamak&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Dowan, later food poisoning on monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and sisters went to eat McD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday :-&lt;br /&gt;After tossing and turning on the bed at 6.30 am, finaly realised my stomach was going crazy. Argh !&lt;br /&gt;Left for office at 7.30..unfortunately on the way out my stomach went crazy again. Nooooooo ! Thank God for petrol stations. I pulled over at one n went in. Now this particulat station has an indoor toilet. I know coz I have used it b4 in the past. So I entered n headed to the loo side. I turned the knob.... eh? It wont open... both of the toilet doors seem to be locked. So I went to ask the cashier.. Uh, can I use the toilet? The lady didnt even look my way as she mumbled something. I was like huh? I waited (as patiently as I could, considered the tummy ache) for her to finish counting a stack of money, then repeated my question. Without looking at me still, she mumbled something that souned like, "ada orang di dalam." Well fine then, so I went to stand in front of the loo again. Minutes later, the doors were still closed. no sign of activity whatsover inside, the light doesnt even seem to be on inside... Fine, since there was another petrol station just next to this one, I decided to try my luck there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, as what my friend told me, most probably the lady did not want the customers to use the toilet as it was meant for staff. Geez, at least she could have told me "you cant use the toilet" or "toiet only for staff" or "I have no energy to unlock the door bcoz of puasa" , its better than saying "ada orang" and making me standing in front of locked doors like an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,at the next petrol station, I FINALLY got to use the loo.... upon getting out, my friend in the car was kinda like freaked out, guess what happened? I cant belive it either. Let me tell u the story from the eyes of a passerby :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy parked at petrol station was reading his newspaper. Suddenly he notices a lady in distress.She dashed out of the car she was sitting in, and then she was pressing both hands to the car and pushing, while frantically looking around. Upon meeting the guys gaze, she called him to help her. Curious, he went over to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: yes?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: The car is moving, stop it! Help me !&lt;br /&gt;Man: uh ok&lt;br /&gt;(Man opens front door and pulls handbrake)&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Thank you ! You saved me !&lt;br /&gt;(Lady gets back into passenger seat of car)&lt;br /&gt;Man: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what happened, said the lady that car pools with me everyday. Aparently I forgot to pull my handbrake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why didnt u pull the handbrake? You also learn drivng b4 ma.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: aiyo so long ago, cant remember adi la&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, u actually got out of the car to tahan it&lt;br /&gt;Lady: yalo, that was the only way i knew to stop a moving car&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_-|||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112902353844867658?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112902353844867658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112902353844867658&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112902353844867658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112902353844867658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-best-way-to-start-week.html' title='Not the best way  to start the week'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112852020048786679</id><published>2005-10-06T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:18:24.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>A sleepy evening in the office</title><content type='html'>Senior: (gets up from my colleagues place behind me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Eh wait, don't go back yet, I want to ask you something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As I was talking she was walking back to her place, so I was chasing after her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior: (Seats herself at her place and looks at me puzzled) "Uh, I won't be going back yet."&lt;br /&gt;Me: (*thinking Uh, but you are already back at your seat...) "Har?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We both stare at each other for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior : "Its only 5 pm now, too early to go home ma"&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112852020048786679?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112852020048786679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112852020048786679&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112852020048786679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112852020048786679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepy-evening-in-office.html' title='A sleepy evening in the office'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112773927678305461</id><published>2005-09-27T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:05:43.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizes..tags...etc'/><title type='text'>Taaged by Steffi</title><content type='html'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wy Pun&lt;br /&gt;2. Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;3. Pun&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jyrenze&lt;br /&gt;2. Jaswwp&lt;br /&gt;3. Erm... the others are secret, hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. The skin on my arms&lt;br /&gt;2. My fingers&lt;br /&gt;3. My eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nails&lt;br /&gt;2. Hair&lt;br /&gt;3. Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;2. Wasps&lt;br /&gt;3. Depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Food&lt;br /&gt;2. Conversation&lt;br /&gt;3. Internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. No preferences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. Undying love and devotion (*hint hint)&lt;br /&gt;2. Affection&lt;br /&gt;3. Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 TRUTHS 1 LIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love my bunnies&lt;br /&gt;2. Good animes and fanfiction put me in heaven&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a tidy person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Strength (Not like the hulk la)&lt;br /&gt;2. Nice hair&lt;br /&gt;3. Deep eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. RPG games&lt;br /&gt;2. Anime&lt;br /&gt;3. Pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Play Dungeon siege&lt;br /&gt;2. Read a good book&lt;br /&gt;3. Cuddle my bunnies ( but they hate it when I do that T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1. An author&lt;br /&gt;2. Work at game producing company&lt;br /&gt;3. Vet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Japan (again)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweden&lt;br /&gt;3. Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love myself&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a positive impact in many people's lifes&lt;br /&gt;3. Own many pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;1. I can be rough&lt;br /&gt;2. Ya, loud too&lt;br /&gt;3. I like games, PS, computer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. I nag&lt;br /&gt;2. I throw tantrums (*sees someone nodding mentally)&lt;br /&gt;3. I like others to do things for me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MALE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Uh... fancy no one in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. YS&lt;br /&gt;2. Prakash&lt;br /&gt;3. Philip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112773927678305461?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112773927678305461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112773927678305461&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112773927678305461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112773927678305461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/09/taaged-by-steffi.html' title='Taaged by Steffi'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112705623377665284</id><published>2005-09-19T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:18:24.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>My Mid Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>"Ok, here's our plan... we'll light up lanterns and give XXxxx a surprise by singing in front of his house while waving the lanterns !" And so we set off, initialising mission impossible IV. We parked our car one street away ans start to light the lanterns... Ok, now I was balancing 2 lanterns and one handbag, and we were just about to set of when.... (music plays...) eh, my hand phone was ringing... My friend helped to extract the hp from my bag and was holding it to my ear.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, an unknown number... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello? (My friends crapping away in the background noisily)&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: (Muttering.....)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown ( thesh ... sthn....bla bla...)&lt;br /&gt;Me: um, who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: Steffi here ar... my internet connection ........(cracking sound of static)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, Steffi, right now im balancing 2 lanterns, which are burning, and my friend is holding my handphone to my ears.. can we talk later?&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Oh, ok....&lt;br /&gt;(******Short Slilence*******)&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Are you driving?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (-_-')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we made a fool out of ourselves singing in front of my friends house.. the maid opened the gate and said..tuan sudah tidur, yang lain telah pergi rumah kawan..... O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/burning.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me burning my lantern after it has fulfilled its purpose..MuaHhahaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112705623377665284?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112705623377665284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112705623377665284&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112705623377665284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112705623377665284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-mid-autumn-festival.html' title='My Mid Autumn Festival'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112674662167030056</id><published>2005-09-16T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:24:17.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants or random rambling'/><title type='text'>The real path to success?</title><content type='html'>Was just listening to the radio again this morning. Their topic was about the cost of living and salary... The DJ's commented about girls that never study but spend all day flirting with guys, making themselves pretty and yakking away in class. In the end they get married to rich guys and spend their days lepakking in Bangsar, while the hardworking and studious girls slog away at their low paying jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it does sound rather true to me. Even if they don't get a rich husband, they can still do pretty well at sales jobs , hairdressing, etc etc... Seriously I think that looking decent, being able to give good advice and being good at communicating with others are ways to make it big in life. On the other hand, even if you do pretty well in studies, you might just end up in some office serving an ungrateful boss, that exploits you to the max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean as of now, even those of my friends that didnt make to college are doing pretty good in their jobs/businesses now. Even those that were sleeping through college and making the rest of us suffer are doing fine. I seriously think that either fate is cruel or there is something wrong with our education system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112674662167030056?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112674662167030056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112674662167030056&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112674662167030056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112674662167030056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/09/real-path-to-success.html' title='The real path to success?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112661968179339612</id><published>2005-09-14T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:07:38.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny stuff'/><title type='text'>Conversation in the office</title><content type='html'>Boss: Whose car are you going to follow?&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: I drive myself&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Who will follow your car?&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: Erm, only 2 people can sit in my car&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Why ar, your car is a 2 seater ar?&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: Um no ar, 4 seater&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Then?&lt;br /&gt;Colleague, my car behind cannot sit one, the suspension rosak&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Your car ver old liao ar?&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: No ar, just around 2 years&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Never service?&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: Got ar...&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Hmm... Wahh, what activities have you been doing at the back seat of your car?!&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: ....&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: AHHAhAHAHAHAHAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112661968179339612?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112661968179339612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112661968179339612&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112661968179339612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112661968179339612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/09/conversation-in-office.html' title='Conversation in the office'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112624127351469407</id><published>2005-09-10T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:19:54.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>In the meeting</title><content type='html'>Today, during meeting with my boss..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: I noticed some of you are using MSN for chatting..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone : *suddenly very tension&lt;br /&gt;Boss: I have been thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *bracing for bad news&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: That I also should use msn&lt;br /&gt;Everyone * falls flat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112624127351469407?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112624127351469407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112624127351469407&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112624127351469407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112624127351469407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-meeting.html' title='In the meeting'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112623036399743373</id><published>2005-09-10T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:20:22.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants or random rambling'/><title type='text'>Parking Etiquette</title><content type='html'>This morning on my way to the office from where I parked my car, I passed by the usual lorong and the usual cars... then I noticed some big notice pasted on the windshield of one of the cars. It read " This Taman has very limited parking, you have taken 2 parking spaces, please be more considerate in future" Then it struck me that one of the usual cars was not parked there. Aparrently this fella with the notice pasted on his car has parked kinda in the middle of the lorong, but not leaving enough space for another car to park in front of him. If only he had reversed a little more, then another car would be able to park there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I thought of when my friends asked me..why do I always park so close to the car behind me. You see I park along this playground(to avoid paying parking). More than 20 cars will be parked there everyday. There arent any boxes drawn on the ground so you can just park however you please. However when I park at a space that is large enough, I will always try to leave space for a 2nd car too park in front of me, because I know how difficult it is to get free parking...haha. I mean there have been sooo many times I was thinking, "aiya, if only this fella park one foot more to the front/back, then I can squeeze my car in la ! "  So therefore I rather leave a space for another car to park comfortably rather than risk them trying their best to squueze in and scratching my car in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live free parking !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112623036399743373?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112623036399743373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112623036399743373&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112623036399743373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112623036399743373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/09/parking-etiquette.html' title='Parking Etiquette'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112614998939206494</id><published>2005-09-09T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:07:11.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny stuff'/><title type='text'>Pet's pets</title><content type='html'>For those of you that have played Neopets, I'm sure you are familiar with Pet Pets... which are pets that you can get for your cuber pet. I didnt know it could happen in real life too, until I saw this in the newspaper a few days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/monkey.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the article, the monkey feeds and sayangs the chick everyday, and it goes everwhere with it. can you belive it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112614998939206494?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112614998939206494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112614998939206494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112614998939206494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112614998939206494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/09/pets-pets.html' title='Pet&apos;s pets'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112562807528939757</id><published>2005-09-03T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:19:12.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The stuff I own'/><title type='text'>A bunnies life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bath.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah........warm bath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bath2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...massage with towel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was a bunny too...sigh. Even bunnies have servants (me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112562807528939757?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112562807528939757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112562807528939757&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112562807528939757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112562807528939757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/09/bunnies-life.html' title='A bunnies life'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112530269682264331</id><published>2005-08-30T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:06:34.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Of fishes and cemetaries</title><content type='html'>Well in the afternoon I went to the Aquaria thing at the KL convention center. Being the kiasu person that we were, we parked at the rm 1 parking area and walked all the way to the convention center under the extremely hot sun. After reaching the Aquaria thing.. well, the car park leading to it to be exact..we were faced by a queue longer than a sea dragon. We actually thought the aquaria thing was at the end of the car park but nooooo, it was still a long way in. The staff told us that the wait for 2 hours. 2 freaking hours !! So we were like standing there and looking at each other. To wait or not to wait..then i guess our kiasuism got the better of us..since the price will go up after Hari Merdeka, so we just waited la. Aiyo, the car park was sooo hot la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we queued, and queued, and queued some more... After 1.5 hours we finally got in. It was quite nice after all, only the crowd was a big turn off. Every single display had people cramming up in front of it. The tunnel was nice, its cool to see the sting rays swimming up above, they are the birds of the ocean because of the way they swim, kinda like flapping wings. Then there were the displays , the touch screens and this documentary thing. The fish look rather friendly, those in the large pools. I think the staff had their hands full as the kids were poking fingers everywhere and people were flashing cameras at the fishes every few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 45 minutes of going around the place, we went to the sovenier shop. Was tempted to buy  a few things there but refrained due to the fact that I was broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that night on the way back from dinner, we went to collect our new digicam, yay ! The shop closes at 9.30 so we were kinda anxious to reach there before it closes.. We were soo close, just 10 minutes more...then suddenly my uncle called and said his car was stalled. So we had to go over to give some assistence... Of all places his car stalled next to the cemetary. So my sisters and I were like sitting in the car and waiting for my dad to diagnose the problem, but seems they had no clue.  My uncle didnt apply for AAM either ! My sis was praying for God to send his angels to help. Haha, she was probably hoping we can reach the shop on time to get the digicam. Just kidding la girl....  But then suddenly i noticed that someone was behind our car, who is that? That person asked my mum, are u xxxxx's (one of the people we had dinner with ) friend? My mum was like yes... then he said.. I'm a repairman. I heard your car broke down, I'm here to see what is the problem. We were all like huh? My mum didnt tell any of her friends that my uncles car broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on my mum realised she heard the wrong name... actually another car broke down a few hundred meters ahead of us, but hey, the repairman manage to figure out the problem,  the riadiotor was leaking. So my dad sent us to get the cam, while he went back to get some water for my uncles  radiator. ahahaha !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112530269682264331?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112530269682264331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112530269682264331&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112530269682264331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112530269682264331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-fishes-and-cemetaries.html' title='Of fishes and cemetaries'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112494767581714716</id><published>2005-08-26T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:41:09.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casualties of vicious attacks</title><content type='html'>Newsflash -- Place : Jyrenze residence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headless orchids and ferns and a naked shrub have been spotted at Jyrenze's residence of late.  Eyewtiness have claimed that 2 furry long eared creatures are the culprits.  "It was terrible !" said one of the residents of that house, who has prefered to remain anonymous.  " One night the orchids were fine, the next day all the flowers were gone ! As though that was not enough, the following day all that was left were stumps !" The authorities urge all plant life to remain extremyly cautious... no one knows when the furry bandits will strike again.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112494767581714716?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112494767581714716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112494767581714716&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112494767581714716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112494767581714716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/08/casualties-of-vicious-attacks.html' title='Casualties of vicious attacks'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112425509589113329</id><published>2005-08-18T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:22:12.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Farewell Lunch</title><content type='html'>We had our expensive farewell lunch for my colleagues at the Bukit Kiara horsey club yesterday. Has this 8 course meal or something like that. They took soo long to bring the next dish after we finihsed the first one. We were like starving to death la. Then after we told them they were a bit slow, the food started to appear a few dishes at a time.. aiya.... Maybe the waiter hates us for critisizing the food and service in front of him, hahaha.. What a dangerous thing to do in front of a waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was certainly an emotional time towrds the end, with the farewell "speech" and so on. I really hate changes of any sort, but life is full of changes, some for worst, some for better. Its a pity I could only know them for a short time, but I'm glad to have known them. Farewell and all the best !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague was saying over our meal of "cheap" noodles today that this meal was better than yesterdays posh meal ... haha... cheap or expensive food, it is all just food la. But i was really stuffed to the max yesterday, we couldnt finish all the food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112425509589113329?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112425509589113329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112425509589113329&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112425509589113329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112425509589113329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/08/farewell-lunch.html' title='Farewell Lunch'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112380829409379493</id><published>2005-08-12T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:23:23.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>HAze and candlelight dinner</title><content type='html'>The haze was at its worst yesterday. My colleagues and I even opened a msn discussion as to whether we should ask the boss to let us off early. No one seems to want to be the first to ask him....hahaha. In the end we went home at the usual time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to the little Leisure Mall for dinner last night. Me n YS were sitting at the food court were suddenly the lights started to flicker. YS jokingly said that if there was a power failure, we could have a candlelight dinner.. Not long after he said that...there really was a power failure at the food court section. The funny thing was, the staff brought candles on the little saucer we use to put soya sauce and chilli padi.. hey, perhaps this situation has happened before a few times.... how come the candles are not new? Anyway, we had like 10 minutes of candlelight dinner before the lights can back on, whereuopn the waiters blew out the candles and stored them away for um...future use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its unfair...why do so many of u not have to go to school/work today? * (Cries) ..... the haze is bad here too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112380829409379493?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112380829409379493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112380829409379493&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112380829409379493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112380829409379493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/08/haze-and-candlelight-dinner.html' title='HAze and candlelight dinner'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112363492895949716</id><published>2005-08-10T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:23:03.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants or random rambling'/><title type='text'>Mist continent</title><content type='html'>For those of you that remember Final Fantasy 9, our country has turned into something like the mist continent, where residents are afraid to go out incase some monster spawned from the evil mist comes out and eats them. It looked just like that this morning when I was driving to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had better rain soon, I foresee myself falling sick if the haze goes on. Urgh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112363492895949716?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112363492895949716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112363492895949716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112363492895949716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112363492895949716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/08/mist-continent.html' title='Mist continent'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112312093891555302</id><published>2005-08-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:25:06.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants or random rambling'/><title type='text'>End of the world</title><content type='html'>The sky nowadays does look like those post apocalypt skies.  Hazy and with the orange red  sun.... I wonder how long our planet can last with humans poluting it everyday. Sooner or later the earth is going to spit us out,  *thinks of recent earthquakes and tsunamis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even doing small things like throwing rubbish in proper places and recycling can help a lot if everyone is willing to pitch in. Lets not be selfish coz this planet is the only one we have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112312093891555302?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112312093891555302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112312093891555302&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112312093891555302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112312093891555302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/08/end-of-world.html' title='End of the world'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112305497496466248</id><published>2005-08-04T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:22:03.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizes..tags...etc'/><title type='text'>English test results</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;English Genius&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You scored 92% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 93% Advanced,  and 86% Expert! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly!&lt;br /&gt;Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="42"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="108"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;28%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Beginner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="86"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="64"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;57%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Intermediate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="83"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="67"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;55%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="131"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="19"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;87%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Expert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170"&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=577245280159428717"&gt;shortredhead78&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd get more correct.. Oh well, my english must be getting rusty. You guys try too ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112305497496466248?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112305497496466248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112305497496466248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112305497496466248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112305497496466248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/08/english-test-results.html' title='English test results'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112261578504617931</id><published>2005-07-29T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:22:39.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Ants in the pants !?</title><content type='html'>Well, not really ants la, but anyway.... I changed my clothes, got into in the car, when I felt something bite me. Ouch ! I started slapping away at the pants, and shook it so that wwhatever it was would come out. Ok, I thought that was it... then we reached the restaurent, and sat down to order. OWWW, something bit me again ! I started whacking myself again..this time I could feel like there is something in my pants, but it wont seem to come out , Argh ! In my desperation I went to the toilet and shook out my pants. something dropped out..hmm, what could it be? I looked at the thing that dropped out, hmm, wings and legs..it looks squashed, very very squashed..my doing I suppose, hehe... looks like a bee or something similar. I wonder, how could a bee survive in my pants for so many days? It was all folded up when I took it n wore it earlier on. But then again, bees dont bite, maybe it stung me..ouch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112261578504617931?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112261578504617931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112261578504617931&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112261578504617931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112261578504617931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/ants-in-pants.html' title='Ants in the pants !?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112226957706796261</id><published>2005-07-25T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:22:03.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizes..tags...etc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 width=250px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;Td align=center bgcolor='yellow'&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: wingdings; font-size: 64pt; color: black;'&gt;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: Arial; font-size: 32pt; color: black;'&gt;WARNING&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=black&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; color: yellow;'&gt;The Jyrenze Chronicles       is radioactive. Wear protective clothing at all times.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/warning-label/warning-label.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Get your warning label"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112226957706796261?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112226957706796261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112226957706796261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112226957706796261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112226957706796261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/warningthe-jyrenze-chronicles-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112199501948817902</id><published>2005-07-23T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:22:22.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Finally got my company email, and the 2nd boss asked me to send a mail to everyone in my company to indicate that was my email address. Then he asked me if I needed any help. Of course I said I can handle it myself, and I already had everyones email from a mail the admin sent to us 1 month back to announce something. So I logged into my hotmail, located the email and clicked reply to all. Ah, everyones mail appeared in the "To :" field. Now I'll just have to copy and paste it and send the email to all. So it went like "hi all, this is my email address....." ok, then click send... sucessful ! Then I suddenly realised to my horror that in my great wisdom, I had used my hotmail to send it, instead of the company mail in my outlook. Suddenly my colleagues started asking me in messenger, eh, aint that your hotmail? My goodness... even the bosses would have received that. I hurriedly resent the mail using outlook, but they said they cant receive it ! Arghh.... call myself a programmer, cant even make outlook express work, I'm going to crawl into a hole and die. In the end some said they got my mail and some said they couldnt get it. I kept resending the mail... in the end it seems to work. Seriously I wonder how many copies of my stupid mail my boss will find in his inbox this morning.. dont even dare to imagine... &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112199501948817902?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112199501948817902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112199501948817902&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112199501948817902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112199501948817902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112166174339178508</id><published>2005-07-19T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:42:23.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic weekend and sleepy Monday</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my working history, I'm alone in the office during lunch hour! Not feeling too good today, so I decided not to follow the others out for lunch. Now everyone is out.. of course my boss will be back soon.. he usually has a very quick lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hectic weekend I had. Saturday took my bunnies to see the vet, then ran here and there looking for a certain product but didnt manage to find it in the end. After that went to Bon Odori. Many girlswearing kimonos there... even saw a few cosplayers, Sasuke, Soujirou , Kikyou and a few others I could not name. I reached there at 5 +, it was extremely sunny and hot ! There were mountains of food for sale but the prices were not cheap as expected of japanese food.  By the time it was 7 pm the crowd and grown to gigantic porportions... I stayed until the 2nd dance started, it was the same dance as the 1st time's, so we decided to make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Sunday, after church I went to LM with CY.... my big mistake was following her into Watson. Ended up being 50 bucks poorer... Its only middle of the month but I'm already broke. Traffic jam all the way home (makes mental note to avoid Leisure mall on sundays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had my bosses chair, feel like sleeping now but the desk and chair are both too low.. sigh. I guess I'll go buy myself some food at tea time to make up for lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112166174339178508?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112166174339178508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112166174339178508&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112166174339178508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112166174339178508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/hectic-weekend-and-sleepy-monday.html' title='Hectic weekend and sleepy Monday'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112131365299224286</id><published>2005-07-15T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:23:43.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews or comments'/><title type='text'>After effects of Amityville horror</title><content type='html'>Being "all grown up" now, I have once again resumed watching horror movies as of 2 or 3 years ago till now. Before that I wouldn't touch any with a 10 foot pole, as after that I would be shivering in my bed for the next few weeks. Well anyway the past 2 or 3 years of watching horror flicks went well.. until I watched The Amityville horror last week. After that movie, I find my mind  wandering and half expecting things to pop up around my room at any moment. Strangely this only takes place in the morning while I'm getting ready for work. Perhaps its because its the only time no one is at home except me. Even the squeaking of the dried flower wrapper makes when the fan blows on it sounds sinister. I even managed to shock myself in the bathroom today by mistaking a stream of water as some moving object. Maybe I should skip morning showers altogether until I pull my brain together. Let's see, it took me a few months to recover from watching "Critters" when I was in primary school. Lets see how long it takes to recover from the Amityville horror. Somemore this one based on true story... sigh...at least I dont live in that country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112131365299224286?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112131365299224286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112131365299224286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112131365299224286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112131365299224286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/after-effects-of-amityville-horror.html' title='After effects of Amityville horror'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112121703502886475</id><published>2005-07-14T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:25:31.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and ponderings'/><title type='text'>Guys and girls as friends</title><content type='html'>THe topic early this morning on radio was... can guys and girls be friends. Of course some callers said yes, some said no. But the best one was the caller who said : " IF a girl says her best friends is a guy, then tis fine. If a guy says his best friend is a girl, there is something going on !" Haha, come to think of it, its true in a way. I mean if a guy already has a gf, and if he says his best friend is a girl, we would tend to feel that its wierd. Maybe its because guys are less able to "control" themselves and remain loyal? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112121703502886475?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112121703502886475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112121703502886475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112121703502886475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112121703502886475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/guys-and-girls-as-friends.html' title='Guys and girls as friends'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112078553480073317</id><published>2005-07-09T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:21:01.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning</title><content type='html'>This morning didn't exactly start off well. I was rushing to reach Catherine's house early so that we won't be caught in the jam. In the end, had to turn back to her house because she left something important behind. This is never a good start for any morning on the road. Fortunately I managed to reach office on time, even a little earlier than yesterday. In fact, there was no one in the office when I reached. Darn.... no one to see that I'm early, lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian idol judge Paul moss was on radio this morning ! Actually he's still on as of now. People were invited to call and ask Paul moss any question. Here is one of the examples :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : bla bla bla... I think the singers are really lousy bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;Paul   : You know what, I think you just wanted to be on radio for the sake of it.... You are giving rubbish comments !&lt;br /&gt;( They start argueing)&lt;br /&gt;DJ's   : Um ok, time out, next !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? I suppose his style never changes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112078553480073317?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112078553480073317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112078553480073317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112078553480073317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112078553480073317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-morning.html' title='This morning'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112074099071613513</id><published>2005-07-08T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:20:56.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizes..tags...etc'/><title type='text'>If I were an Anime girl....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Elemental-Cat-Demon/1110932097_ictures181.jpg" border="0" alt="nature girl"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a nature loving anime girl.You love all&lt;br&gt;types of animals and care for them.You are a&lt;br&gt;calm person and loves to have people around.You&lt;br&gt;love to be outside just admiring your&lt;br&gt;surroundings and playing with the animals that&lt;br&gt;are around.Now just if you keep loving the&lt;br&gt;nature pretty soon everyone is going to copy&lt;br&gt;you maybe i'm really not sure.But do what you&lt;br&gt;do best and it will soon pay off ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Elemental-Cat-Demon/quizzes/If%20You%20Were%20An%20Anime%20Character%20What%20Would%20You%20Look%20Like%3F(Girls%20Only)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;If You Were An Anime Character What Would You Look Like?(Girls Only)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I get a kick out of doing quizzes, especially if they come with nice illustrations ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112074099071613513?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112074099071613513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112074099071613513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112074099071613513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112074099071613513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-i-were-anime-girl.html' title='If I were an Anime girl....'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112061323221122430</id><published>2005-07-07T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T09:27:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio</title><content type='html'>Yup, being on the road more than 2 hours each day, the radio is my trusty companion. You can really hear all sorts of things on the radio, and "meet" all types of people. Like this morning, the DJ's announced this contest to make someone's dream come true, and this guy called and said he wanted plastic surgery because he was too ugly and fat. Then the DJ's said they could solve his problem in 24 hours, just by putting him in the same room with one of the DJ's, becuase he cant be more ugly than him. Aiyoo, so bad la they...to their friend la i mean. Then again, radio DJ's aren't exactly hunks.... from what I've seen. They look complately different from how they sound, as what my friend told me. I think I really have to agree to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the news about this lady going to sue NASA for screwing up her astrological calculations because one of their space thingys hit an asteroid or something. Nowadays living in those ang moh countries must really keep people on their toes. It seems that people can sue for anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've never called in to voice my opinions on the radio or to participate in any of their contests. Maybe I'll try it out someday, hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112061323221122430?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112061323221122430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112061323221122430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112061323221122430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112061323221122430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/radio.html' title='Radio'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112054204533128584</id><published>2005-07-06T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:20:56.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizes..tags...etc'/><title type='text'>Which OS am I ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.bbspot.com/Images/News_Features/2003/01/os_quiz/windows_98.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no matter which OS I turn out to be, all OS's are cacat, if its made by Microsoft. At least Win 98 is stable, hehe.... well more so than the others lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112054204533128584?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112054204533128584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112054204533128584&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112054204533128584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112054204533128584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/which-os-am-i.html' title='Which OS am I ?'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112045616921088843</id><published>2005-07-05T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T13:53:16.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10725;127/st/20050411/e/Started+work/dt/12/k/935b/event.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week to go until probation is over and I'm officially a part of the office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112045616921088843?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112045616921088843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112045616921088843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112045616921088843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112045616921088843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/almost-there.html' title='Almost there....'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112022792208556672</id><published>2005-07-02T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:28:42.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday? + Party World</title><content type='html'>Last week my senior went to Korea, this week another collegue went to bangkok, and this saturday (tomorrow) I will be going to..... Genting highlands. Well, its not really a holiday actually, but a church camp. I missed the 1st day of it bcoz of work, anyway it would be nice to be away from kl for a change, even if just for one night. Must save $$ so that I can go for holiday overseas too ! My bunnies will have to watch out for themselves tomorrow. Hope they don't destroy their cage and all thats in it before I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, on Thursday i went to our customer's shop for the 1st time. Actually since my collegue had to deliver some hardware there, we decided to eat there as well. So off all of us went to Ikano, and we were hanging around at the customer's shop. For us new staff, being the sakai's that we were, we examined every item in the shop. They really sell a lot of strange items, all related to throwing a kids party. They even had Willy Wonka sweets there like the everlasting gobstoppers from the book. One unique thing they sell that we seldom find in malaysia is this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/pinata2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this?  My collegue said maybe it was for burning at Qing Ming, where they burn those paper stuff to ancestors. We all laughed like crazy. Actually it is a pinata, A paper thing filled with sweets to be knocked with a stick by a blindfolded person. I think it originated from Latin America or something. I never saw one of those before except in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/pinata.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the party world, they sell many pinatas, shapes ranging from horses to footballs. They remind me of lanterns, hung up in shops during mooncake festival, only these were made of of some sort of paper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112022792208556672?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112022792208556672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112022792208556672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112022792208556672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112022792208556672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/holiday-party-world.html' title='Holiday? + Party World'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-112018765555537016</id><published>2005-07-02T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:43:17.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of petrol prices, zombies(me) and bunnies....</title><content type='html'>Everyone says the petrol prices have gone up as of today. Not sure about since I have not actually checked, but its certainly not good news for me, travelling 70 km a day, even a 10 cent increase affects me quite significantly. Of course I could increase my passenger fees... but I'm sure my passenger would look at me with puppy eyes if I did that. &lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'll wait till the next petrol hike then, haha... As I hear all the aunties and uncles saying " Aiya, petrol go up, everything also go up but salary still the same". Hmm, should I tell that to my boss after my probation? He would probably advice me to move to PJ then, haha. The traffic jams everyday are really sapping my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My line at home was down again last night, aparently affected my area. Good thing I still had animes to watch, or I would have gone crazy. Anime's are like brain food to me now, but sometimes when I get home, I'm too tired to watch any...almost sounds unbelivable, but it is true. I'll be dead tired yet not willing to sleep so early because when I wake up, it would be time for work again. So i force my zombified self to stay awake and at least chat on msn and check my mail, since I have no energy to do anything else... Ya, the only other thing is to sit on my porch with a newspaper while bunnies hop around me, literally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bunnies, my little Smurfy will take off if I approach her. But if I sit quietly she will come, looking at me like I'm some dangerous animal. then she will stretch her body until she loosk like ses going to topple over, and nudge me with her nose, then she'll run away at top speed. Its like a person touching anapparently dead monster, then when it moves, he runs for his life screaming, Its alive its alive !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-112018765555537016?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/112018765555537016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=112018765555537016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112018765555537016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/112018765555537016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-petrol-prices-zombiesme-and-bunnies.html' title='Of petrol prices, zombies(me) and bunnies....'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-111959899147273280</id><published>2005-06-24T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:24:22.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>In the company....</title><content type='html'>We had a company meeting yesterday evening. I can tell u that everything the boss said had a hidden meaning behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boss :&lt;/span&gt; After going through the work done in the last few weeks, there is something i want to tell all of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Meaning :&lt;/span&gt; If I don't go through your work, who knows what horrors you all will do to the system, therefore i want to highlight ur dumb mistakes once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt; bla bla.. so as you can all see, if you do it in this way, imagine how many records will have been locked, causing a serious lack of resources and bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Meaning &lt;/span&gt;: Because of what you have done, we almost released a program that would have our customers sueing our pants off when thier whole system crashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boss :&lt;/span&gt; Can anyone answer this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Meaning:&lt;/span&gt; Anyone wants to show me that its not a total waste of hiring him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Boss :&lt;/span&gt; None of you gave an accurate answer. If I were your teacher I would have failed you guys, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Meaning : &lt;/span&gt;There goes your bonus and increment for this year. (Insert evil laughther)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-111959899147273280?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/111959899147273280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=111959899147273280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/111959899147273280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/111959899147273280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-company.html' title='In the company....'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-111949631625468985</id><published>2005-06-24T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:04:57.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Haih</title><content type='html'>The beginning of a deary day. I left my handphone at home, and most probably on top of my rabbit cage. My bunnies will probably be chewing on it by the time I get back. sigh..... It isnt even lunchtime yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-111949631625468985?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/111949631625468985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=111949631625468985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/111949631625468985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/111949631625468985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/06/haih.html' title='Haih'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-111940526338619539</id><published>2005-06-23T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:04:41.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny stuff'/><title type='text'>Curse words</title><content type='html'>Hm, I for one seldom use any curse words. I used to hate it when people used them around me, but nowadays its so common that I'm used to hearing them used all around, even by girls and small kids.  Anyway I heard on Hitz.fm today about using alternate words to express your frustrations. Some of the words suggested by the callers were quite funny. Take for example, someone suggested using the word 'fish' to replace the commonly used 'F***' Imagine someone going like "Oh FISH  ! I missed the bus again, FISH it ! FISHHHHHH !"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-111940526338619539?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/111940526338619539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=111940526338619539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/111940526338619539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/111940526338619539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/06/curse-words.html' title='Curse words'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12719365.post-111923449390820338</id><published>2005-06-21T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:23:38.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What happens in my life'/><title type='text'>Monday oh Monday......</title><content type='html'>I'm so sleepy... Somehow anything less than 8 hours of sleep is just not enough for me. WOrking seems to sap energy from my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today  I heard on radio about the DJ and his friend who would drive around the parking lot of the office and keep honking. Then all the office people who double parked would come rushing out to see if its their car blocking someone. Really, like that also can... should have done that during college days, but it probably would have been useless since the car park is not exactly near enough to the classrooms for any honking to be audible. I remember that double parkers usually leave thier handphone numbers on thier windscreens. The worse kind are those that dont, and even the security gueards cant do anything about them....then we would be forced to wait up to an hour for the owner to arrive. Such inconsiderate people deserve to have their cars scratched and dented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back I also read in the papers about this officer that is in trouble for failing a girl's driving because she refused to bribe him. About time they did something like that, I was also a victim of these greedy officers 4 years ago. I'd rather resit the test than put money in their pockets. I mean this has been going on for like how many years, its almost part of Malaysian culture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, the boss still hasn't assigned work to me yet. Having nothing to so is fine, but sitting in a location where your boss can see everything that goes on at your monitor is not fine at all.... have to try to look busy even when I'm not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12719365-111923449390820338?l=jyrenze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/feeds/111923449390820338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12719365&amp;postID=111923449390820338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/111923449390820338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12719365/posts/default/111923449390820338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyrenze.blogspot.com/2005/06/monday-oh-monday.html' title='Monday oh Monday......'/><author><name>Jyrenze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458703379874877537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/jyrenze/bunnyluv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
