<?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-748373384409339978</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:36:27.870-08:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>JC's Minds</title><subtitle type='html'>A look into the minds of a normal (or abnormal) human being</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-5105166120704426412</id><published>2010-03-25T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:43:55.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last week of March</title><content type='html'>This has been a hectic week. However, it is nothing compared to last week which was full of meetings and running here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, I have experienced a mixed feelings both in work and personal cycle. A closure was brought to a family I have known at the beginning of the week with the father of the family being laid to rest. At work, it was not all smooth running. Actually, I do faced a a lot of problems at work. I was advised way back that I would faced a lot of mountainous problems if I chose to work here. Yup.. I didn't listen and here I am. It was kind of sad to be told that I am overly concerned about my work by my boss. Oooiii.. having been in the situation twice before, I know what I am doing. That's the price to pay for being a nice person (employee) ...YUCKS... It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my personal life, it has been fun talking and going out with 2 old friends.. It really helps to ease the tension...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-5105166120704426412?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/5105166120704426412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=5105166120704426412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5105166120704426412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5105166120704426412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-week-of-march.html' title='The last week of March'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-7978274223631704843</id><published>2010-03-20T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T07:32:21.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Around 630pm this evening went out for a dinner. Where? Out of impulse = Seoul Garden. Hahaha... Spent about RM 125 for a dinner for two. That was the first time. Came back and whoala... cars blocking the road leading to my house. Reason, my neighbour just passed away. It didn't surprise me at because I haven't seen him for quite some time. Normally, around the CNY, I would see him a lot but he seemed to dissapear this year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At the time of this writing, he must be putting on the last clothes he will wear and be laid down in the coffin. Down the road, there was loud disco music playing. It made me realise that at every minute there would be someone dying and the others would be going on with their business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Death is very personal. When a person dies, he leaves behind a body and a whole bunch of people either grieving or be happy to see him go. At least he is remembered of. However there are some other who is not so lucky to have no one to send him off. I wonder when I died, would there be many people who will send me off? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Come to think of it, my parents are nearly 70 years of age. There wouldn't be much time left to company them. I better try to spend more time with them. Some of us maybe at the end of the journey and not knowing it. I maybe one of time. Yup.. it's time for me to do more good deeds and spend more time with family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-7978274223631704843?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/7978274223631704843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=7978274223631704843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7978274223631704843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7978274223631704843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2010/03/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-258760568600727419</id><published>2010-03-18T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:10:01.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A lot of things has happened since my last post. I wanted to write down all the things that had happened to me but it seemed that I don't possess the necessary time to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since my last post, I had a few gatherings with a few old friends. It's funny that I used to talk a lot about my old friends that I never mention about my new friends... yes ... my new friends which up to now... yes... none. Why?? I don't know why.. Acquaintance - yes but friends - NOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's fun to hang out with old friends which u have not met in ages... yes.. ages. U don't know what they have done, where they have been, have they changed since the last time u saw them. It's like rediscovering the friends which you have lost. Some you will enjoy knowing, some you will ...err.... have to behave ... hahaha.....Others.. well.. if they use me as a stepping mat, then it's SAYONARA to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The last few days, I had the opportunities to witness the sunrise and sunset all in a day. I was quite lucky to witness this. They bring back a lot of memories of past years. I do miss the opportunities to travel elsewhere. The last trip I took was a business trip to Penang, which was extremely short. I wanted to go back to my beloved Langkawi... hopefully it is still peaceful and serene. I really miss the spot where I would spent time to watch the sunset and a hidden spot somewhere deep in Langkawi to the padi field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had underwent a lot of tensions lately but thankfully still able to manage... hehehe with slight bursting here and there.... Mostly work related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wonder what will happen tomorrow???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-258760568600727419?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/258760568600727419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=258760568600727419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/258760568600727419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/258760568600727419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2010/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-2667979877663175826</id><published>2010-02-13T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T06:47:44.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>Well, today is Chinese New Year Eve and for the first time it is raining hard.... Is it a good sign???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-2667979877663175826?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/2667979877663175826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=2667979877663175826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2667979877663175826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2667979877663175826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-eve.html' title='Chinese New Year Eve'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3380051666849143392</id><published>2010-02-02T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:46:41.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Jennifer mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A fellow Facebook friend, Nancy suggested to check out the meaning of my name in Urbandictionary.com and I did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is what Jennifer means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fun, outgoing person. generally smart but can be a total blonde at times. someone who likes meeting new people, and smiles a lot. a person who never would just turn on people. a very good friend. someone you can trust. when she's mad, stand clear she might blow her top. but a person who doesn't get mad easily so you dont have to worry about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A funny girl. Really smart, and usually doen't act her age.(wether it be acting older or younger)Jennifer's have amazing eys, and love to laugh and smile. They generaly enjoy the finer things in life. They have trouble showing their feelings, and take sometime to warm up to new poeple. They don't trust easily, but that shouldn't stop you from trusting them, they are very trustworthy. They need someone who will listen to them and give their honest opinion. Jennifers are very blunt, and speak their minds often. They are caring and usually very sexy. They know how to flirt in a very suddle way that drives men crazy. They know how to get what they want. Jennifers are very good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND I DIDN'T KNOW MY NAME MEANS THAT ................................hahahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3380051666849143392?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3380051666849143392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3380051666849143392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3380051666849143392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3380051666849143392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-does-jennifer-mean.html' title='What does Jennifer mean?'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1782604012877374647</id><published>2010-01-31T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T04:07:49.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st trip of the year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday, I took a trip to Melaka... yes... Melaka again. This time I went on a night river cruise.. Interesting trip.. Here are some of the photos from the trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2VttynLvqI/AAAAAAAABZc/gV9raPdDY0E/s1600-h/30012010618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2VttynLvqI/AAAAAAAABZc/gV9raPdDY0E/s200/30012010618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432869158940032674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anybody lost a ship... There's one here....&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2Vt8gbF1DI/AAAAAAAABZk/jMcsMWm4YGc/s1600-h/30012010619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2Vt8gbF1DI/AAAAAAAABZk/jMcsMWm4YGc/s200/30012010619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432869411755512882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I bet if Alfonso D Alburquere (sorry if I've misspelt) is to arrive in this century, he would be shock to see all this...&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2VuquQUyEI/AAAAAAAABZ0/BDQ1wdVv4pE/s1600-h/30012010621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2VuquQUyEI/AAAAAAAABZ0/BDQ1wdVv4pE/s200/30012010621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432870205742434370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Night time at Medan Samudera&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2Vu-yMfb8I/AAAAAAAABZ8/MwbKGyfYgd4/s1600-h/30012010624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2Vu-yMfb8I/AAAAAAAABZ8/MwbKGyfYgd4/s200/30012010624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432870550397480898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my second time I taste the coconut jelly.....Cool...&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2Vva3wdHwI/AAAAAAAABaE/Z6C33Lbe0Mw/s1600-h/30012010625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2Vva3wdHwI/AAAAAAAABaE/Z6C33Lbe0Mw/s200/30012010625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432871032926838530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The calling of the oyster....&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2VwTGPR1AI/AAAAAAAABaM/vetby2W0z6Q/s1600-h/30012010626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2VwTGPR1AI/AAAAAAAABaM/vetby2W0z6Q/s200/30012010626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432871998886892546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What is left of them...&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2Vwwb0YzJI/AAAAAAAABaU/-e21BfHfqq0/s1600-h/30012010627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2Vwwb0YzJI/AAAAAAAABaU/-e21BfHfqq0/s200/30012010627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432872502895889554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The 3s who won't open for us...&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2VxJG4aKgI/AAAAAAAABac/cbFXRIWMZxs/s1600-h/30012010628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2VxJG4aKgI/AAAAAAAABac/cbFXRIWMZxs/s200/30012010628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432872926772341250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A night view of a Malay kampung... quite a romantic ride under the moonlight.... too bad i don't have a good camera, otherwise the moon would appear very beautifully in the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2Vx4iDShBI/AAAAAAAABas/lm6XTdwKiKs/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2Vx4iDShBI/AAAAAAAABas/lm6XTdwKiKs/s200/DSC02416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432873741519586322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A nice photo to end it all. This photo was taken by my friend Erna... She was testing her camera phone. What r the 2 orbs which appeared in the photo??&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Interesting trip....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1782604012877374647?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1782604012877374647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1782604012877374647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1782604012877374647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1782604012877374647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-trip-of-year.html' title='1st trip of the year.'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/S2VttynLvqI/AAAAAAAABZc/gV9raPdDY0E/s72-c/30012010618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3912733227574601611</id><published>2010-01-25T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T04:36:05.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues</title><content type='html'>Feel very tired with all the never ending works. It seems I can't finish one work without another work interrupting. It has been like this for the past 2 weeks. I am trying my best to finish up all my tasks but they never stop coming. It seems the new place where I am based now is full of problems and each need urgent attention..  Well.... I guess I have to take one step at a time.  I am very tired and exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather today is extremely hot. I am beginning turn quite dark due to the exposure from the sun....which I don't like at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3912733227574601611?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3912733227574601611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3912733227574601611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3912733227574601611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3912733227574601611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-6944382077015538701</id><published>2010-01-22T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:29:52.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's now 21th Jan 2010. I am into 3rd week of the new year and this is my new post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been extremely busy with my work of setting up a standard operation procedure for a friend of mine and I didn't realise how time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me recap what has happened during this past 3 weeks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.   A friend in Penang finally landed a job in the hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.   A lady friend finally realise her dream of having a hybrid car...yes...toyota prius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   A person who used to be my friend said he befriended me only because of money.... %*#&amp;amp;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   I cannot trust a person completely coz I might get hurt or stab in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   I cannot trust politicians because they can never be honest, truthful and reliable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Some people think that they are the king of the world and never respect the rest of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   A smile can go a long way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   People will betray each another for the sake of money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   My 3 kittens have become young adult cats...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I MISS MY TIMES IN LANGKAWI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-6944382077015538701?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/6944382077015538701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=6944382077015538701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6944382077015538701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6944382077015538701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-of-2010.html' title='The first post of 2010'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-9135314582224003749</id><published>2009-12-31T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:56:00.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;By now many people has posted about their being the last post of 2009. I am of no difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2009 is not a good year for me. This is my year of changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;These are the changes in my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am no longer working in the students motivation activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I broke off with a very dear friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A close friend of mine has finally shown his true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was called a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was accused that my credentials are bogus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I learn first handed that who ever claimed to be your friends are actually not your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I learn what is racist in its true terms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I learn that it's very hard to do a good deed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have my first FACEBOOK account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I enjoyed playing Mafia Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I visited China after 10 years has lapse from the first visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I reconnect with my old schoolmates (about 45 of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I like to read Malaysia Today and Malaysiakini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I gave up reading Utusan Malaysia and News Straits Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have stopped from working full time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I started my first blog this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have made a lot of new international friends and the latest being Frank from China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;erm......and ........ shhhhhsssssssssssssss!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-9135314582224003749?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/9135314582224003749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=9135314582224003749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/9135314582224003749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/9135314582224003749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post-of-2009.html' title='Last post of 2009'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-5422366988773193947</id><published>2009-12-19T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:22:50.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, we have 1MALAYSIA or have we??</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Sabah &amp;amp; Sarawak to be relocated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h4&gt;December 14, 2009&lt;/h4&gt;UALA LUMPUR — In an effort to strengthen national unity and in line with the 1Malaysia concept, Prime Minister Datuk Seri Mohd Najib Tun Razak announced today that the East Malaysian states of Sabah and Sarawak would be moved to the peninsula. &lt;div id="attachment_446" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 510px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nose4news.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/xmap1x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-446" title="xmap1x" src="http://nose4news.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/xmap1x.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=210" alt="" width="500" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="wp-caption-text"&gt;BEFORE: Sabah and Sarawak in their current location&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Speaking at a Press conference after a Cabinet meeting, Najib said that the relocation was necessary to ensure that the nation’s different peoples would not have any more physical boundaries to mix around.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“We’ve had the vast South China Sea separating the two Malaysias for the longest time now,” said the Prime Minister excitedly. “It’s time to close the gap, and allow our different races, tribes and cultures to naturally immerse with one another.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The relocation plan is scheduled to start next year, with reclamation works commencing in May.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id="attachment_448" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 510px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nose4news.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/xmap2x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-448" title="xmap2x" src="http://nose4news.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/xmap2x.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=210" alt="" width="500" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="wp-caption-text"&gt;AFTER: The new, unified '1Malaysia' Malaysia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It’s a big project, costing well over RM850 trillion,” said Najib. “The project would take 10 years to complete, since we’d need to move all the soil, water sources, flora, fauna, man-made structures and of course, the people. But it’ll be worth it, since we’ll truly be 1Malaysia.” &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM850 trillion for this project. Can't the government spend this PEOPLE'S MONEY on PEOPLE in this trying times?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The two huge states, spanning nearly 200,000 square kilometres, are now part of the greater Borneo island together with Brunei Darussalam and the part of Indonesia called Kalimantan, but would be joined with the eastern side of Peninsular Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“The states would be reconstructed almost exactly identical to how they are now,” said Najib. “This would ensure that the natives would not feel ‘out of place’ when they move back to their relocated homes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Of course, we might ‘improve’ some things when we rebuild the states. We’re thinking, maybe Mount Kinabalu could be higher than Everest. I mean, why not? It’s not every day that you get to change what nature has given us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Taking over one of the role of God.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“And if we take the soil from inside Gua Niah and use it to add on Mount Kinabalu’s height, we’d get both a bigger cave and taller mountain, effectively rewriting two Guinness World Records. Now that’s what I call value for money!” &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Correct me if I am wrong, isn't Gua Niah a world heritage and is under protection.....If Mount Kinabalu is 'moved', would it be called Mount Kinabalu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Asked what the neighbouring Brunei and Indonesia had to say about the move, Najib said that he had discussed the issues with the leaders of both nations. &lt;p&gt;“His Majesty the Sultan of Brunei did ask me why we were taking Sabah and Sarawak away, leaving his kingdom just a group of tiny islands in the middle of the South China Sea. The Indonesian president also voiced his concern,” said the PM.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“However, I told them that we all need to ‘hijrah’ to better ourselves, and that neighbours move away all the time. And I also reassured them that although we may be physically further after this, we would always be close in our hearts. They were very understanding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Besides, after this, there’d be no more issue of illegal smuggling across the borders and such.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On protests by the Kelantan state government, citing the ‘loss of a coastline’ and ‘off-shore petroleum’, Najib said that this is of national interest, and the opposition-held state administration should not be so selfish. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Let me see, Sarawak can retain its off-shore petroleum but not Kelantan..... GOOD???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“These people simply refuse to understand the importance of 1Malaysia. They keep on looking a the small things like the death of their fishing industry or the loss of billions of ringgit of income."&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then the needs of this people (MALAYSIAN) are not important??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LUCKILY THIS ARTICLE IS ONLY FICTIONAL. If it's truth then it would be VERY VERY VERY BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-5422366988773193947?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/5422366988773193947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=5422366988773193947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5422366988773193947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5422366988773193947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-we-have-1malaysia-or-have-we.html' title='Finally, we have 1MALAYSIA or have we??'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-4731719581504282363</id><published>2009-12-02T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:01:00.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much does a life cost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This morning, there was a heavy rain. It's like the heaven is crying for something. For several days, the dogs are also crying at night. If this was a horror story, it would be scary. Anyway, as I was browsing the Facebook, I chance upon a posting posted by a Filipino friend. She posted a series of photos on Maguindanao Massacre. I won't be posting her photos here because they were quite graphic. Definitely not for those who have weak heart and stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's the snippet of that story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The morning of November 3, 2009 spells one of the most tragic and bloody conflict in Maguindanao, Mindanao, Philippines. Basing on the reports, 13 women, 8 men and counting 34 journalists were ambushed and murdered while on their way to submit their candidacy for Esmael Mangudadatu to the local Commission on Elections (Comelec) in the office of Maguindanao. Mr. Mangudadatu is challenging mayor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allvoices.com/s/event-4705059/aHR0cDovL2VuLndpa2lwZWRpYS5vcmcvd2lraS9BbmRhbF9BbXBhdHVhbixfSnIu" rel="external nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Andal Ampatuan, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; for gubernatorial seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come on, the men and women were killed for a simple election. It they were killed by gunshots, it's kind of humane way to die but to be hacked by chainshaw and bashed to death... well...the murderers are not human at all. Everybody is born the same way through the conception in the mother's womb, then the period of carrying the fertilised eggs for 9 months and finally, through the not fun process of laboring, bring forth a human being. Everybody has a mother and a father and NOBODY deserve to die this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The purpose of this massacre is because that group was on the way to submit a candicacy. Just to think, to maintain or to obtain powers and moneys, just resort to killing another human life. Is there all there is about life? Power and Money. When did human become so low life? U know if we are not careful, this could happen in Malaysia, my home. I have seen corruptions everywhere to maintain power and money. It won't be long, this massacre would happen here. Remember, the infamous Mona Fandey who beheaded Mazlan Idris in 1993, all for the money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes, when people wants more money and power, they don't go for murder, they just use 'black magic'. Before this, I haven't seen one in action. Recently, I did a lot research on why some men are so attentive to the opposite sex that they would leave their normal life to lead a new unknown life. Hahaha basically, I am talking about the janda I knew. I just heard that she and my 'friend' are back together although both of them denied it. One day, I was browsing through internet looking and I chance upon this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nasi KangKang, literally means Squatting Rice. It's some sort of love potion made for men. It was believed that after eating the rice, the man was bound to abide entirely by the woman's wishes. His mind will be reset and zombified. Any of the woman's wishes such as, "buy me a diamond" would be fulfilled immediately. How to make it? Simple...search for the answer through Internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I suspect that this janda has given him this specially made rice. If you know how it is made, it would want to make you puke and he's happilly eating away....YUCKS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well... this is the world I am living in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4731719581504282363?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4731719581504282363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4731719581504282363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4731719581504282363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4731719581504282363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-much-does-life-cost.html' title='How much does a life cost?'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-188700512222440951</id><published>2009-11-27T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:28:01.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Boy, am I addicted to traveling. I think I'm infected by the travel bugs. I just came back from Penang and now I am itching to set foot on my way to another place far away...maybe Shanghai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yup, Shanghai....wish I could go but alas... it's only a dream for time being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My Tai Kor and his friend have been planning on a business trip to Shanghai.... secretly I wish to follow, but knowing Tai Kor, he would say "NO GIRLS / WOMAN ARE ALLOWED" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I just have to dream on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember the janda, here's the latest news... she has found herself a new victim... her ex boyfriend... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why I AM SO DISLIKE HER??? Simple, she disgraced all widows out there... What kind of woman who would find men, entertain them then squeeze out any tiny drops of money from the men's pockets until they are totally dried out. She has the nerve to boast and to announce her intention is to find men who are rich and 'strong' to support her... YUCKS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish I can put her photo here but then I don't want her to start running to bomoh to curse a spell on me. Rumour has it that she loves to use the bomoh's service to put spells on her men so they would do her biddings days and nights....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, if anyone wants to get to know her her better, just email me... and I'll will give you her number but YOU have been warned. Know her at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-188700512222440951?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/188700512222440951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=188700512222440951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/188700512222440951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/188700512222440951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/11/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3233661864000632214</id><published>2009-11-26T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:04:38.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love to watch this series. This is about the tales on supernaturals. The series are created by a team from Hong Kong, which is headed by Master Szeto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This time around they made a movie based on the tales. I managed to get an uncensored version of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For those who are faint hearted, this is not for you. In the first part, the team followed the members of a society which collect dead bodies of people who has died unnatural death. Well, they managed to shoot a film of a man who has killed himself by hanging from the windows and from slicing his wrist. They showed clearly the feature of that man. This is the first time I saw a person dead from hanging. The thing that struck me me was that he has wet himself while in the process of dying and also that he has seen himself dying from the mirror which was in front of him. Kind of scary......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The other parts of the stories are the feeding of 'toyol' using the blood from a live chicken and fish, the process of making a blood curse which is reputed to have the power to change the luck of one's person, the process of healing a lady suffering from the worm curse (I hate this part because it clearly showed the woman spitting out tons and tons of wriggling worms...yucks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There is a part on the trying to ascertain the myth that a yin's breath can bring back the soul of the dead person from the other side. They asked the hostess to open the coffin and to give the dead person a yin's breath.... very scary and I believe that the smell of the decayed body can be terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another part which I find fascinating is that the team has visited Papan, Ipoh yes our Ipoh. It seemed that there's a village there which is deserted to the the myth that the villages have dug up their ancestors' bodies and let them bathe in the sunlight. It was said that they changed the luck of that village to become worst and thus most of the villagers left or have died early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The team has asked a girl name Ka Ka, who can seen ghosts to talk to them and one of them managed to possess her body. She immediately talk and behave like a man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The final part of the story was that the team visited Kellie's Castle. They set up cameras all over the place. One of them fell down and when they recover the tape, it clearly show up close a ghost pushing down the camera....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How about that????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Namoamitofu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3233661864000632214?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3233661864000632214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3233661864000632214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3233661864000632214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3233661864000632214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/11/incredible-tales.html' title='Incredible Tales'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-206941268692163500</id><published>2009-11-26T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:46:06.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang.....again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, I went to Penang again. I made the trip on last Tuesday. I had thoughts of not going after the last time I went to Penang. What did happen during the last trip? Let me recap....oh yes... the punctured tire near Jawi which made my trip back to KL about 14 hours which caused me to loose the chance of seeing a fren off to Japan AND also to loose an old friend after that trip to Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's why I have second thoughts of going to Penang. Furthermore, early that morning I can't seem to find my book of prayers as it seems to dissapear into thin air.....some sign of bad omen BUT it manage to resurface in another bag of mine and so off I went to Penang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This time around I stayed at the same place. I was thinking of checking into one of the hotels there but there were fully booked by one convention of Amway. The room which I can find would cost me RM 400++ per night... huh... too much for me. So, I had to stay at the same place which holds a lot of unpleasant memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This time around, I had some 'companies'... yeap these fellas would be out playing around at night... u know those things which go bumps at night. There were a lot in this area... anyway, I won't name that place. I have stayed in that area 3 times in a row and it never fails to 'entertain' me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The reasons I went to Penang because I had to send an old 'friend' out to the sea, to buy DVDs, I wanted to see my friends who are based in Penang (sadly to say I didn't see them) and also to meet a friend of mine who is based in Kulim. It was so nice of him to come down to Penang to see me (hehehe got business with him).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I only spent one night in Penang then I came back home. I felt kind of funny staying in that place. Another thing that strucked me is that along that stretch of road, there's no place to have breakfast, so, I had to go all the way to Air Itam to get my brunch. Another reason I went to Penang is because I wanted to go to Kek Lok Si. I just felt like going there, to get something from there. At first, it seemed that I won't be getting what I wanted but at the end, I managed to get one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This time around, nothing bad happen and I had conquer my phobia ..... yipppie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-206941268692163500?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/206941268692163500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=206941268692163500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/206941268692163500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/206941268692163500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/11/penangagain.html' title='Penang.....again!!!'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-5967269348229037921</id><published>2009-11-17T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:04:06.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The weather has been acting very strange lately. Today, it shows it is going to rain. Yesterday, it didn't rain, the previous day, it was raining... so, I presume, there will be no rain tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am feeling very sleepy right now. I didn't get much sleep. I had to make a police report around midnight because someone told me that the Klang police station won't be congested.. so I believe him and I went around midnight. Yup... he was right. It was my first time in the newly renovated police station. Well, after making a statement, I had to go up to the 3rd floor to meet on Sarjan Az..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought ok 3rd floor, no problem.. peace of cake... stairs only ma... Phew... nobody told me that I have to climb the stairs up to the 3rd floor and the stairs are not inside the building. I can practically see the building below me getting smaller and smaller.... It was still ok to climb up but to climb down,, that's the big problem. Suddenly, I felt I can't move my legs and I had to hold on to the handle just to climb down. It was a scary feeling climbing down from the 3rd floor. When I reached the ground floor, I was full of relief. Erm.. now I know I am scare of heights hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A friend of mine whom I have not met for more than 10 years found me in FB... yup thanks to FB again.  Her name is Vivien. We were quite close back then. Well, she is hanging on to my words of be my friends and I will tell you my stories. Well, I have to keep my promise. I tried to tell her one today but I am too sleepy to think... What would I say, where would I start...hehehe.. she's online now in FB.&lt;/span&gt; Vivien, here's yr story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-5967269348229037921?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/5967269348229037921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=5967269348229037921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5967269348229037921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5967269348229037921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/11/feel-like-sleeping.html' title='Feel like sleeping'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-2618349659718916275</id><published>2009-11-14T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:34:01.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had a lot of laugh on last Friday and Saturday. My friends, E and L, they love to talk a lot... When they talk, sometimes they would stumble on words... such as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Muzium Samudera -&gt; Muzium Samutu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kereta kabel -&gt; Kereta kebal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;jambatan -&gt; jambatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Honda Civic -&gt; Honda V6 (created by K)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;surau -&gt; rasau (created by Je)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We would have fun time creating sentences using those mispronounced words....What a fun day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-2618349659718916275?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/2618349659718916275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=2618349659718916275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2618349659718916275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2618349659718916275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-words.html' title='New Words'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3501492200897942180</id><published>2009-11-07T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T05:51:41.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Every now and then, our leaders would come out with a statement to promote 1 Malaysia. I don't know it would work or not...we all know what is really going on in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well the leaders are busy promoting this but do they really go down to the grass roots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the past few days, a friend of mine, E would tell stories of teachers being not promoting the concept of 1 Malaysia. She told me that some of the teachers accompanying the school's field trip would not go to certain places just because that places belong to Chinese company. You tell me, does a mushroom farm and a chips' factory would do any harm to the school children just because they belong to Chinese? Then there is this particular teacher from a KL school who requested that they want to go to places which only belong to the Malays...... huh??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then there is another parent who told me that her child's teacher told her to go back to the Mainland China because she does not belong her as her BM is poor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My question is that what's the point of having our leaders promoting the concept of 1 Malaysia and the Education Ministry running the Rancangan Integrasi Murid Untuk Perpaduan for the school children when some of the teachers are not keen to integrate??? Waste of money, don't you think???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another example... http://niamah.blogspot.com/2009/11/fix-it-and-make-it-better-or-worse.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3501492200897942180?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3501492200897942180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3501492200897942180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3501492200897942180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3501492200897942180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-malaysia.html' title='1 Malaysia'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-9181888364006892327</id><published>2009-11-06T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:53:16.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My money is mine, his money his mine too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope, this is not about me. It's about a malay woman, nearly 40 yrs old,who is twice divorcee, who has 3 kids and is now looking for a new prey, I mean a man especially a young man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I knew her from a friend of mine. She proclaimed to be a true Islam and a true lady. She is my friend girlfriend until she found out that he is poor with no job and has a lot of debts in hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Although she is nearly 40s, she proclaimed herself to be cute just like the teens. She told me in her own words..'Laki aku dua sebab aku bosan asyik laki yang sama jer, aku nie comel. Aku nak duit jantan aje. Aku saja cita laki aku suka pukul agar dia kesian'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What kind of a woman is that? Not only did she bring disgrace to all woman out there but also disgrace herself in her own words. She would preach the rules of Islam but I think she has broken each one of them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Based on her words, there might be other guys who would be foolishly fall in love with her. She's not cute at all.. she's a short fat lady who still live in a dream. Pity my friend who has fallen for her, lost his job over her and now he has nothing at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I I could, I would post her photo so as to give warning to the other guys but I don't want to be sued hahaha... I think she is now on prowl and I believe her next victim would be the assistant to a Datuk. I wonder how many men she had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-9181888364006892327?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/9181888364006892327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=9181888364006892327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/9181888364006892327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/9181888364006892327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-money-is-mine-his-money-his-mine-too.html' title='My money is mine, his money his mine too'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-2246169236090098458</id><published>2009-11-06T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:36:12.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th day in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, today we are going to visit qufu. It took us half a day to reach Qufu, the birthplace of Confusius. This has become my routine everyday... woke up early, check out and on the road again going to a new unknown place. So far, the journey is through highways but once in a while, I would be travelling through the countryside. I managed to get a glimpse of villagers washing their clothe along the streams. I had never seen one live before.. well that was the first time. Another scene which I can't forget is that men would wear jackets, the one we use to wear to office to work in farms. I remembered my guide Wei, told me that many years back, when the Chinese go out from the country, the government would sponsor them RMB 300 to buy jackets/coats to wear overseas so as to enhance their image. No wonder, back in Malaysia, I would see Chinese men wearing jacket/coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Back to Qufu, I reached the small town around noon. It's a busy town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SvTMIB8tlFI/AAAAAAAABYw/BYNQFWpiEZw/s1600-h/19102009088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SvTMIB8tlFI/AAAAAAAABYw/BYNQFWpiEZw/s200/19102009088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401166291458167890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was very excited to see Confusius birthplace. I was told that it's a town within a town. In the middle of the town, there would be a fortress and his house, temple and mouseleum lie within the fortress. There are no personal cars inside the fortress, only those authorised vehicles are allowed within. So, wherever you go in the town, u would get the glimpse of the fortress. Best still, the famous Emperor Qing Long of the Ch'ng dynasty always stepped foot here so as to pay homage to the great teachers. He would always dined at his home and his favourite dish was........ fried taugeh with dried shrimps. The story was that he was fed up with the usual lavish dishes that he always had that he asked the family cook what other dish which has not been served. The cook got angry and so he took a bunch of beansprouts (taugeh) and fried them with dried shrimps, which is the food for the workers. The Emperor loved this dish so much and thus every time he came to Qufu, he would request this dish to be served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SvTNAw2ewrI/AAAAAAAABY4/QKsOUtcHLJY/s1600-h/19102009097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SvTNAw2ewrI/AAAAAAAABY4/QKsOUtcHLJY/s200/19102009097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401167266121171634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Even the town is old, but one can see a lot of modern facilities here. Hahaha I even found a machine which polish shoes. The first place, I went is to pay homage to the great teacher Confusius at his temple. Since cars are not allowed inside, I have to take the local trams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The first stop is the temple for Confusius. There are 3 walking paths leading to his temple. In the photo on the left, I was sitting at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SvTN9XgWMXI/AAAAAAAABZA/pAypTcW8Ja0/s1600-h/19102009109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SvTN9XgWMXI/AAAAAAAABZA/pAypTcW8Ja0/s200/19102009109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401168307289469298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the path meant for the Emperors hahaha... cool right. Imagine, sitting on the path where the Emperors of China set foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The temple house a lot of pillars which would have dragons carved on them. It was considered wrong to have pillars carved with dragons as they were meant only for the Emperors palace. So, whoever did this would face death. However, the Emperors of China considered him to be a superior teacher, thus, his family was allowed to have these pillars. It was said that the family's first son is considered to be the first grade officer, second to the Emperor, thus his words were the words of the Emperor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next stop, was his family's first son house. which was very near to the temple. Only the first son of the family can stay here. I was told this descendents still live on today, which is his 76th descendents. One is a professor teaching in a university in Beijing and another is in Taiwan. The last place was his mouseleum. It housed 3600 of his offsprings. Our guide didn't bring us there as that place was vast and there were some old members in our groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We checked into our hotel which is a 4 star hotel. Surprisingly, it is a double storey building. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SvTSV_FEXXI/AAAAAAAABZI/Kh0Eq3Q5XOo/s1600-h/Photo0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SvTSV_FEXXI/AAAAAAAABZI/Kh0Eq3Q5XOo/s200/Photo0609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401173128275844466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lobby is huge but the room is small. I never like it here as it looked so depress. What to expect as the surrounding buildings are built from ancient times. Many anguishes, tensions can still be felt here.&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SvTTaEHA7CI/AAAAAAAABZQ/W1ms7aQFwOA/s1600-h/19102009148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SvTTaEHA7CI/AAAAAAAABZQ/W1ms7aQFwOA/s200/19102009148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401174297857289250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is also the first place I found my first gold coin and the first glimpse of the the original graphic paper cutting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I stayed only a day in Qufu, woke up around 4 and by 6 am on my way to Jinan International Airport which was a 4 hours drive from Qufu to catch a flight to Beijing, my last stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-2246169236090098458?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/2246169236090098458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=2246169236090098458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2246169236090098458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2246169236090098458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/11/6th-day-in-china.html' title='6th day in China'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SvTMIB8tlFI/AAAAAAAABYw/BYNQFWpiEZw/s72-c/19102009088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3699131187359829355</id><published>2009-10-18T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T06:24:59.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th day in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/StsWb-Pia-I/AAAAAAAABYo/uXVqRAPnG0E/s1600-h/Photo0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/StsWb-Pia-I/AAAAAAAABYo/uXVqRAPnG0E/s200/Photo0594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393929648526748642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, we went to see my cousin who own a pig farm in Qingdao. Anyway, I saw many interesting things there like the cotton trees (on the left) and the lettuce. I can't believe how huge it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that the farm is also huge............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting my cousin in Qingdao, we continued our way to Zibo, which the journey took about 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zibo is in the center of Shandong Province, neighboring Mt Taishan in the south and backing the Yellow River in the north. It is also bordered by hot coastal tourist cities, Qingdao, Yantai, and Weihai in the east, and the capital city of the province, Jinan in the west.            History: Zibo was the capital city of Qi Kingdom, one of the five powers in the Spring and Autumn Period (770BC-476BC). The city of Zibo was the birthplace of Cuju, a game regarded as the origin of ancient football (the FIFA recognizes Zibo as football's place of origin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are many attractions here, we didn't get to go. It was not part of the plan. We only stay here because tomorrow we are going to visit Qufu, the birthplace of Confusius....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3699131187359829355?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3699131187359829355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3699131187359829355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3699131187359829355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3699131187359829355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/10/5th-day-in-china.html' title='5th day in China'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/StsWb-Pia-I/AAAAAAAABYo/uXVqRAPnG0E/s72-c/Photo0594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-945184260818597448</id><published>2009-10-18T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T06:10:03.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd and 4th day in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/StsOF3_e4cI/AAAAAAAABYY/t8gey-ZNJMA/s1600-h/Photo0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/StsOF3_e4cI/AAAAAAAABYY/t8gey-ZNJMA/s200/Photo0506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393920472798650818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I visited Weihai. &lt;span class="td0b"&gt;Located in the east end of Shandong Province, its neighbors Yantai in the west and is separated from the Korean Peninsular and Japanese chain islands by the sea in the east.&lt;br /&gt;We had the opportunity to burn firecrackers...all 5 of them as a sign of prosperity and peace in a very famous temple here. I like one of the attractions which is the Quan Yin Pusa emitting water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent 2 nights in Qingdao, a beautiful seaside port. For me, it looks like Penang and Kuantan combined together. I saw a Jusco here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/StsPf092cTI/AAAAAAAABYg/_RiHmYjZmGI/s1600-h/Photo0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/StsPf092cTI/AAAAAAAABYg/_RiHmYjZmGI/s200/Photo0555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393922018174726450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="td0b"&gt;I got to spend time in the beer factory, tasting newly fresh brew beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="td0b"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got the opportunity to visit Little Fish Hill, where one can see the whole of Qingdao. One cannot believe how it was when I stepped down from the bus. It was dammmmmm freezing cold. The cold wind can pierce your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travelchinaguide.com/cityguides/shandong/"&gt;&lt;span class="td0b"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-945184260818597448?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/945184260818597448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=945184260818597448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/945184260818597448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/945184260818597448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/10/3rd-and-4th-day-in-china.html' title='3rd and 4th day in China'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/StsOF3_e4cI/AAAAAAAABYY/t8gey-ZNJMA/s72-c/Photo0506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-8229958325458094437</id><published>2009-10-15T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:02:40.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day in china</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The breakfast I had today is different from the previous ones I had in other hotel. The menu include sushi and Korean food. Can u beat that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After checking out from the hotel, our first stop is Penglai. Penglai, as a beautiful seaside city, is situated at Shandong Peninsula, bordering Bohai Sea and Yellow Sea, with Liaodong Peninsula on the opposite bank. It has beautiful sceneries, enjoying a pleasant climate with no severe cold of winter, no intense heat of summer. It is famous for "the marvelous spectacles of the mirage", the legend of "the Eight Immortals crossing the sea", "the world famous Penglai pavilion" and Penglai Water Castle and many historical spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/StccXJ9KqDI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Ue0x5_c_Pn8/s1600-h/mirage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/StccXJ9KqDI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Ue0x5_c_Pn8/s200/mirage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392810262934497330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The famous mirage of all..the replica of Penglai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I climbed up the steps to become one of the 'angel' hahahahaha... The sceneries are beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After that, I went to Weihai... This is where I am now. Coooooollll... I had whiskey with dinner...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-8229958325458094437?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/8229958325458094437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=8229958325458094437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8229958325458094437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8229958325458094437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/10/2nd-day-in-china.html' title='2nd day in china'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/StccXJ9KqDI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Ue0x5_c_Pn8/s72-c/mirage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-4397795263064444186</id><published>2009-10-15T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T05:35:45.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13th Oct - Going to China</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Woke around 415, took bath and by 530 on my way to Changi Airport with my uncle and aunt. By 840, I was on my way to Peking on SQ802. Around two something, I arrived at Peking, China. The airport is huge but the human resources are terrible. Although Peking is a metropolitan, the people working in the airport are not well trained. They are unprofessional. At this juncture, I feel like Malaysia is better. I was suppose to transit at 615 to YinTai but the flight was delayed until 800. I boarded the national flight Air China. The plane is dirty and the steward and stewardess couldn't converse well in English. The flight was further delayed due to the congestion with planes flying in and out. By the time I reached YanTai, it was nearly 10.00. I stepped out from the plane, never expecting it to be cold. Well, it's nearly winter and the temperature was 10 degree celcius.  I checked into a beautiful hotel and it's rooms are vast. Like the one in Langkasuka Beach Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4397795263064444186?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4397795263064444186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4397795263064444186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4397795263064444186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4397795263064444186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/10/13th-oct-going-to-china.html' title='13th Oct - Going to China'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-702870803416400423</id><published>2009-10-12T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T05:39:28.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been awhile since I blog. I have been busy lately.... busy getting my life back on track. It all went downhill before the Raya, thanks to no good person and his idiotic hypocrite girlfriend aka twice divorcee. Anyway..for the past 2 or 3 weeks, I have been changing my style and attitude and I have learn that money is important in whatever you do. So, now I have programmed my mental attitude is to earn money asap and to gain power as to get back at those people who wronged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the past 3 days, I have been invited to close gatherings organized by the VIPS. One is by the local counsellor and the other is one Datuk who own a 5 storey banglo in Teluk Gong. Guess what, Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim was there. Hahaha..never think of meeting him up close and personal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, in 12 hours time, I would be making my trip to China with the first stop in Singapore. The trip of the year. I wonder would I be able to cope.....after all the mental stress on me. Well... wish me good trip and good health........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-702870803416400423?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/702870803416400423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=702870803416400423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/702870803416400423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/702870803416400423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-busy.html' title='Getting busy'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-4973437126028012226</id><published>2009-09-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:30:13.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did the unbelievable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, I did the unbelievable which I would have never thought of doing. I wore a new sexy clothing. How sexy it is???? It is... but I won't go on to describe here... I still cannot get use to the look people have given me. Even aunties have come to see me for second time... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I took up the dare as a fren said if I want to change then change drastically, be more open about femininity and your sexuality. Throw the old self away.. let the new you emerge.. Well... here I am still not use to it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4973437126028012226?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4973437126028012226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4973437126028012226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4973437126028012226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4973437126028012226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-unbelievable.html' title='Did the unbelievable'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-7493008034354124027</id><published>2009-09-18T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:26:04.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fav Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRV7p_U7U6g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRV7p_U7U6g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-7493008034354124027?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/7493008034354124027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=7493008034354124027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7493008034354124027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7493008034354124027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-fav-song.html' title='My Fav Song'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-7230885334830217797</id><published>2009-09-18T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:55:24.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn and toss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't get much sleep last nite. I turned and tossed like a 'roti canai' the whole night. Many questions have popped up and I can't answer them. I was accused being the 3rd party again last nite. As far as the memories go, well, it is the 3rd time. 3rd time is enough for me. I am sick of being the 3rd party all the time. I just wish I can be the 2nd party or the 1st party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, this experinces has left me devastated and taught me a lesson well learnt. Never ever trust a person whole heartedly again....Never ever be fully nice to a person again. It's really hurt to be hurled abuses and statements. Well, I've done this to another person. I wonder should I give the person a piece of mind.... Come to think of it, it's not worth while because first of all the person who hurled the abuses is way below my standard. Secondly, there's no point in defending me as it would only make matters worst. Erm... should I play with the person like a cat is teasing a mouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-7230885334830217797?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/7230885334830217797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=7230885334830217797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7230885334830217797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7230885334830217797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/turn-and-toss.html' title='Turn and toss'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-5568121405614475719</id><published>2009-09-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:50:46.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been a few days since I really write down my feelings and thoughts in this blog. Right now, I have nothing to jot down. There's nothing new going on in this life of mine. Everyday has been filled with shopping and travelling... I had never spent so much money within a week... almost RM 2000. That's bad. I am undergoing a big change in my life. I don't know what's the outcome..good or bad but it's still the process I have to go through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, O and I went in search of Guan Yin Temple in PJ. It's real funny that I can't locate its address in the internet. We have asked several people who have been there but they can't give the exact location. Thus... in my mind... I guess it's not my time to go there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, O and I went to see another friend, P in Pandan Indah and the 4 of us, together with P's daughter went for a lunch at Tesco Extra....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think that's all the interesting thing that happened to me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-5568121405614475719?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/5568121405614475719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=5568121405614475719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5568121405614475719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5568121405614475719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/mental-block_18.html' title='Mental Block'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1646621644099829542</id><published>2009-09-17T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:11:57.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting....waiting.....and waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I really don't like waiting. It really ticks me. When people told me, yes, I'll online tonight to talk to you and I would be waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting till no ends. When people say, I'll sms you tonight, again I'll be waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and there will be no sms. Waiting is a hard act to do........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1646621644099829542?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1646621644099829542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1646621644099829542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1646621644099829542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1646621644099829542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/waitingwaitingand-waiting.html' title='Waiting....waiting.....and waiting'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-8301601661068643858</id><published>2009-09-16T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:12:43.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't blame people when u don't follow the law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SrCdgKEmbuI/AAAAAAAABYI/4yiiIF_hCaA/s1600-h/Photo0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SrCdgKEmbuI/AAAAAAAABYI/4yiiIF_hCaA/s200/Photo0344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381974730492767970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought we need to wear helmets when we ride on motorcycles.. Erm.. looks like we don't need one. This photo was taken in a residential area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-8301601661068643858?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/8301601661068643858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=8301601661068643858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8301601661068643858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8301601661068643858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-blame-people-when-u-dont-follow.html' title='Don&apos;t blame people when u don&apos;t follow the law'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SrCdgKEmbuI/AAAAAAAABYI/4yiiIF_hCaA/s72-c/Photo0344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-4188743371762038123</id><published>2009-09-11T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:02:13.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home, back to reality, back to problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you believe it that when I went flying the other day, my flight was delayed and when the time for me to fly back, it was push forward? It's like an invisible hand, go quickly to whatever you are going to face sooner than before. For once, I was dragging my feet to the airport. I didn't get much sleep the other night coz i was worried that I would miss my flight. I don't want to buy a new ticket. Anyway, if not for the fact I have to apply for a visa, I would not have come back so early. It wasnt a fun trip nor a good tip nor a peaceful trip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4188743371762038123?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4188743371762038123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4188743371762038123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4188743371762038123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4188743371762038123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-home-back-to-reality-back-to.html' title='Back home, back to reality, back to problems'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-4207638225140592741</id><published>2009-09-08T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:40:08.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for me.. I want to move forward also..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZyFzcD-tI/AAAAAAAABW0/Swfa3Alald8/s1600-h/Photo0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZyFzcD-tI/AAAAAAAABW0/Swfa3Alald8/s200/Photo0290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379112248973458130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Woke up early today and managed to catch the sunrise.... Should have slept late but thanks to a child's giggling... I woke up............ , Even though woke up early, it took me 3 hours to get out from the room... Hahaha, so no free breakfast for me. I have to buy my own breakfast which consisted of 2 roti canai and a teh tarik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once I settled my stomach, off I went to look for souvenir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZzU9ifTII/AAAAAAAABW8/WRf3z5enPic/s1600-h/Photo0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZzU9ifTII/AAAAAAAABW8/WRf3z5enPic/s200/Photo0295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379113608894434434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On my way there, I stopped at this place... This is the Andaman Sea...&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ6I3cweGI/AAAAAAAABXE/oGGt4g7YSfQ/s1600-h/Photo0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ6I3cweGI/AAAAAAAABXE/oGGt4g7YSfQ/s200/Photo0297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379121097682745442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is where I found the souvenirs...not the sands but from the stalls there.&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ7syz90MI/AAAAAAAABXM/EPf4J48yUm0/s1600-h/Photo0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ7syz90MI/AAAAAAAABXM/EPf4J48yUm0/s200/Photo0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379122814424830146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next, I visited my friend, who is the F&amp;amp;B executive of one of the hotels. This view was taken from the top of that hotel...His personal view. Nice right... I had my lunch with him... I had only cream of chicken and soya bean.... huhuhuhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After I have helped him to send food to his sister... I am on my way to shopping...I bought only 2 cotton&lt;/span&gt; shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ9D9LKbJI/AAAAAAAABXU/zBYF13-pzJ8/s1600-h/Photo0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ9D9LKbJI/AAAAAAAABXU/zBYF13-pzJ8/s200/Photo0304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379124311855099026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My next stop is the place where Jo would show me the sunrise if there's an opportunity. The first time I stopped at that place (it's in Ulu Melaka) it was dark with clouds and for me the view looked fantastic. Too bad I didn't have a nice camera but Jo said I do cause we can take photos using our eyes and keep it locked forever in our brain. This time however, I have a camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ9vnciB-I/AAAAAAAABXc/mhbr2_EqmF0/s1600-h/Photo0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ9vnciB-I/AAAAAAAABXc/mhbr2_EqmF0/s200/Photo0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379125061936613346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My next stop is the view next to the airport. It never failed to amaze me. Previously, the sea can bring an instant calmness to my mind but this time it cannot. I guess the problem is too big and I have yet to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ-b7-IUTI/AAAAAAAABXk/yu4sikVDoHA/s1600-h/Photo0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ-b7-IUTI/AAAAAAAABXk/yu4sikVDoHA/s200/Photo0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379125823360487730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is also another favourite place of mine but alas the familiar feeling is gone, replaced by a new one. I guess it is asking me to let go.&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ_WeRb6KI/AAAAAAAABXs/1SipC-ws9No/s1600-h/Photo0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZ_WeRb6KI/AAAAAAAABXs/1SipC-ws9No/s200/Photo0316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379126829000681634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the beginning of the sunset...&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqaAMMXdmEI/AAAAAAAABX4/OvVnVgfEUTs/s1600-h/Photo0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqaAMMXdmEI/AAAAAAAABX4/OvVnVgfEUTs/s200/Photo0317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379127751907055682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the end result.&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqaA0n6BPwI/AAAAAAAABYA/o_15kiDABFE/s1600-h/Photo0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqaA0n6BPwI/AAAAAAAABYA/o_15kiDABFE/s200/Photo0318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379128446494523138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here, is where I met another old friend of mine. She's not that old anyway and is still available. Any takers...hahahaha. She told me she will be moving to Nilai next year to search for a better living... Good luck to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone I know from here are moving towards a new chapter. I guess I cannot stay at this level anymore. I MUST MOVE on and I need a lot of strength to do so. Is there anyone who can lend a hand??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4207638225140592741?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4207638225140592741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4207638225140592741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4207638225140592741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4207638225140592741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/woke-up-early-today-and-managed-to.html' title='Wait for me.. I want to move forward also..........'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqZyFzcD-tI/AAAAAAAABW0/Swfa3Alald8/s72-c/Photo0290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-6502071345646628312</id><published>2009-09-07T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:22:33.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-ERf2E_098&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-ERf2E_098&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was sitting for SPM level, I was already trained as a music teacher. I used to play this song a lot. I played it when I was happy, I played it when I was sad, I played it when I was angry. I could not interpret this song. The notes are easy to play but to play the soul of this music is not easy. I believe I have yet achieve that level....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I was happily enjoying holidays with friends and we stayed until early in the morning but today.. I still haven't retire and I am alone. People asked me why I came alone... I just laughed and say.. it's better this way. Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't.. This is one of those time when I wish I am with friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the reason, I was alone with no brother nor sister to accompany throughout the growing process, I can play a lot of songs. 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When I was small, I used to play his musical pieces... but can never be good as him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ITswHbJPHhQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ITswHbJPHhQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HK0plHjzvl4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HK0plHjzvl4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxSZNVrBLLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxSZNVrBLLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/imOd3hwgnrE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/imOd3hwgnrE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4341291678334017455?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4341291678334017455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4341291678334017455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4341291678334017455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4341291678334017455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/richard-clayderman.html' title='Richard Clayderman'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-806410155584704984</id><published>2009-09-07T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:15:32.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>On my way to a new chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes...hopefully I am on the right track to a new chapter of my life.  This past 2 weeks have been nerve wrecking with bad news one after another...&lt;/span&gt; 2 weeks ago I was enjoying life and now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And today, I planned to erase all the bad events out of my life and try to start afresh.. It won't be easy letting go the past especially something which I held very dear to my heart. Still I have to do it otherwise it will do me no good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, off I went to a place where a lot of things happened there... just to test myself whether I can really let go of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqUyLDZu8NI/AAAAAAAABWE/vSPDDNupo7k/s1600-h/Photo0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqUyLDZu8NI/AAAAAAAABWE/vSPDDNupo7k/s200/Photo0282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378760495437115602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here I was, waited for the flight to come.. AK 5326 which suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to depart around 1405 but delayed for one hour..... &amp;amp;#^*$ which I was suppose to feel but I didn't at all... Wonder why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I saw many people..old, young moving around..each with their own agenda and ME was standing or sitting alone without any feeling except for feeling hurt, sad, grieve and hopeless at the same time. All of the sudden, feel like crying but I told myself.. to totally distant myself from the past, I have to move on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the flight, I felt so empty. Normally, I would enjoy being in a flight. I love the feeling of taking off cause it make me feel that I am leaving all my problems behind but this time I felt like the problems are haunting me wherever I go. People all around are smiling, giggling all the way, I am the only one with the sad, gloomy eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was sunny when I landed here. I was told that it rained heavily back home. Hahaha..... got myself a nissan sentra 1.6 (8396B), off I went to check in at the same hotel which hold so many fond memories....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BAD MISTAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqU1lI51AbI/AAAAAAAABWM/ZBOMYhIynew/s1600-h/Photo0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqU1lI51AbI/AAAAAAAABWM/ZBOMYhIynew/s200/Photo0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378764242125390258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's my room... Spacious right....can you hear the sound of pillow calling to zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqU2K-mCRsI/AAAAAAAABWU/8Befe2ssq2E/s1600-h/Photo0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqU2K-mCRsI/AAAAAAAABWU/8Befe2ssq2E/s200/Photo0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378764892193048258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the view from my window... see... no rain&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqU3Ek-2gBI/AAAAAAAABWk/3gKLtwdevvE/s1600-h/Photo0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqU3Ek-2gBI/AAAAAAAABWk/3gKLtwdevvE/s200/Photo0286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378765881750224914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the airport where I landed.....&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everywhere I went, the memories not far behind...Painful but still have to move forward. I have the chance to talk to Jo's mum. She's not feeling well... food poisoning. I visited her restaurant - Shamrock and had a big banana split there...feeling guilty right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqU5nWRr4lI/AAAAAAAABWs/136yf7WudQo/s1600-h/Photo0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqU5nWRr4lI/AAAAAAAABWs/136yf7WudQo/s200/Photo0288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378768678121366098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I always love sunset... look at this a gloomy sunset... hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway.. I am here right now updating my blog.. with nobody around...only feelings. I felt a little better now after I went to several places which holds a lot of memories and they didn't affect me much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this video is appropriate here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VofLbnNronk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VofLbnNronk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I HOPE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYDAY WILL GET BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; JUST LIKE SOMEONE SAID.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-806410155584704984?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/806410155584704984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=806410155584704984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/806410155584704984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/806410155584704984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-my-way-to-new-chapter.html' title='On my way to a new chapter'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SqUyLDZu8NI/AAAAAAAABWE/vSPDDNupo7k/s72-c/Photo0282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3451377420709270066</id><published>2009-09-04T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:36:07.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The opposite of  love is hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There is a fine line between love and hate. Cupid has made it so thin that immediately when one fall out of love, hate would emerge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When the Cupid fires an arrow of love to a couple, definitely, they will accept all faults of the other partner such as not flushing the toilet after using it, seldom brush their teeth, bad odor .......They don't see any faults with their partner. Everyday for them is like a day full of love and they cannot bear the parting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, when they fell OUT of love... whoala, the devil they never knew existed, emerge, taken over the angelic figure..becoming the vengeful machine...wrecking their partner's life... some even ended up in death.  Well like they say...till death do us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3451377420709270066?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3451377420709270066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3451377420709270066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3451377420709270066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3451377420709270066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/opposite-of-love-is-hate.html' title='The opposite of  love is hate'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-2016204513235181578</id><published>2009-09-03T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:35:44.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch it if u are not afraid of blood... I mean.....a LOT OF BLOODS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have chanced upon many blogs and photos but I have never come across photos such as these... So gruesome and horrific... Makes me want to puke...... PEOPLE SLAUGHTERING PEOPLE FOR MEAT just like people slaughtering chicken, lambs, cows etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Already gave you warning... It's not a joke.. I don't whether the photos are doctored or real....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Still want to have a look then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the link. I won't post them here because I don't want to get complaints from human rights.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you sure you want to continue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok.. before you continue, make sure your stomach is empty... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THESE PHOTOS ARE NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED AND PREGNANT LADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the Link    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://twilightzone518.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-sad-so-cruel-part-1.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First time is enough for me...........Can't believe they can do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-2016204513235181578?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/2016204513235181578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=2016204513235181578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2016204513235181578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2016204513235181578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/watch-it-if-u-are-not-afraid-of-blood-i.html' title='Watch it if u are not afraid of blood... I mean.....a LOT OF BLOODS'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-2015323745404794523</id><published>2009-09-03T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:27:34.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely you won't find this book in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This book is on sex education. I won't go into details... Here's the link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://twilightzone518.blogspot.com/2008/07/sex-education-in-europe.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-2015323745404794523?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/2015323745404794523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=2015323745404794523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2015323745404794523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2015323745404794523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/definitely-you-wont-find-this-book-in.html' title='Definitely you won&apos;t find this book in Malaysia'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-8488072387202454097</id><published>2009-09-03T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:52:28.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipoh Mali</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This morning woke up at 4 am and by 5 am on my way to Ipoh. It's nice to drive early in the morning. The air is fresh and there was less traffic on the road. This time, I cannot see the sunrise because it was cloudy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While driving, i remembered my last week trip to Penang. It was at dawn when I reached home. I have the opportunity to see sunrise. At that time, I didn't know that, that trip would change my life forever.. I don't know whether is for the good or for bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-8488072387202454097?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/8488072387202454097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=8488072387202454097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8488072387202454097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8488072387202454097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/ipoh-mali.html' title='Ipoh Mali'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1242126191948100748</id><published>2009-09-03T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:53:12.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't think of or feel of anything to write down. Can't believe it just spent around RM 500 on clothing and shoes... what happened leh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1242126191948100748?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1242126191948100748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1242126191948100748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1242126191948100748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1242126191948100748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/mental-block.html' title='Mental block'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-5713680384636421213</id><published>2009-09-01T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:43:59.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What i reap is what i sow ...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What i reap is what i sow.................I understand this then how come my heart hurt like thousands of knives just went through it over and over again. I guess that this is one level of hell they never mentioned.. level 19.. the deepest one of all.. Here, your mind will replay the incidents over and over and over again. It would be like a never ending cycle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cycle that would not end until I have let it all go. Wonder when will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Broken Heart Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/63/6331.jpg" alt="Broken Heart Myspace Comments" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-5713680384636421213?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/5713680384636421213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=5713680384636421213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5713680384636421213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5713680384636421213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-reap-is-what-i-sow.html' title='What i reap is what i sow ...........'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-318539708491280420</id><published>2009-08-31T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:25:58.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed Heart.........Till Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This week has started on a wrong foot. A more than 4 years relationship has come to an end. Yes I am damm heart broken... still cannot understand what has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was trying to pick pieces of the crushed when I had the opportunity to see a dvd borrowed from O. The title is Strange Talk ( series on paranormal activities). The topic is on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SpyulA-hKzI/AAAAAAAABV8/oA1T2TfyLWk/s1600-h/yingying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SpyulA-hKzI/AAAAAAAABV8/oA1T2TfyLWk/s200/yingying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376364006114143026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;three-year-old Shearwel Ooi Ying Ying. It's not about how she has died 3 times, one is where her innocent life is being taken from her, the second time is where she was dismembered and lastly, some of her remains which were not thrown into the river was being burnt in a graveyard. This is not about her death but her after life that really made me think how minor my heartache is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In that episode. the master explained that she has been dismembered and since some her body parts cannot be found, she cannot have a complete soul thus it would be very difficult for her to reborn. Some of her remains have been found but her adorable head is lost forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The master tried reassemble her soul and with the helps of the public on 28/11/2008, she was her soul was assembled and resided in a temple in Penang. Before she was 'assembled', she came to her grandma, telling her that she was very cold and that she hated her mum for abandon her. It was a heartbreaking scene hearing what she has to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My heartache is nothing compared to what she has to go through after her death. I caused my own heartache.  I put in too much in a relationship and expect too much. I invest into something which I should not have invested. Now, I realised is what i I sow is what will I reap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-318539708491280420?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/318539708491280420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=318539708491280420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/318539708491280420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/318539708491280420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/crushed-hearttill-dust.html' title='Crushed Heart.........Till Dust'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SpyulA-hKzI/AAAAAAAABV8/oA1T2TfyLWk/s72-c/yingying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3762376440281874368</id><published>2009-08-30T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:39:48.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloons - Frens (part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, today 31st August 2009, another balloon has flown away. This time the criteria is that dishonest. It's always the dishonesty that breaks off relationship between 2 persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why can't people be honest? I understand honesty hurts but at least it is not as hurtful than dishonesty. Dishonesty can at the worst can kill a person or dampens a person's confidence in facing challenges is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have encountered a lot of dishonest people in life and so far it haven't kill me yet but it will sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am watching Ghost Whisperer season 3 now. There's one episode in which the ghost is haunting the living, doing the things just to make sure that person know what the ghost felt, why she didn't cross over. I wish I can make them know how I felt and how I wanted them to suffer twice the hurt they have caused. I know, it very unBuddhist of me but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is how I felt right now...betrayed over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3762376440281874368?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3762376440281874368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3762376440281874368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3762376440281874368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3762376440281874368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/balloons-frens-part-3.html' title='Balloons - Frens (part 3)'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3899015644144995424</id><published>2009-08-30T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:15:59.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know that if you can't hit the ball thrown at you for 3 times, you are out of the game of baseball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I had 2 strikes for a game in protecting my heart from being too trustful. One more strike and I am out of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I cannot believe that guys would lie about having girlfriend. Why can't they be truthful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The first time was not that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The second time... YES...IT IS BAD.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never had been scolded by their girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and boy was it hurtful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To add to the salt, the guys never apologized... Huh..... SO BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh YA!!!!! Both incidents happened within 3 days of each other. What is this???? I can't really understand. Somebody please explain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3899015644144995424?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3899015644144995424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3899015644144995424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3899015644144995424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3899015644144995424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-play-baseball.html' title='Let&apos;s play baseball'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-7133365952861790028</id><published>2009-08-29T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:52:05.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the past few days, I was outstation. The first place I went was Penang and it was raining cats and dogs from the morning until evening and until morning again and it has been like that for the past 3 days. It reminded me the time I was stuck in Kuantan because of the raining causing a lot of floods which in return blocking Kuantan from other states. It was a miserable time back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, it is different this time. I had 2 understanding friends who helped each another, supporting each another in time of crisis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am now in Melaka and the weather is hot. I don't feel connected to Melaka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Weather can play an important role in determining my mood. At this juncture, which is already past midnite, I was thinking whether to put Jo's face online, so that, my frens can know who is Jo...??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jo is now happy spending time in Japan with ... That is a big blank to fill in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-7133365952861790028?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/7133365952861790028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=7133365952861790028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7133365952861790028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7133365952861790028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/weather-blues.html' title='Weather blues'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-2427052201297806592</id><published>2009-08-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:11:30.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The never forgotten trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SplG_XgiXRI/AAAAAAAABVU/RTKYF4vp-tw/s1600-h/Photo0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SplG_XgiXRI/AAAAAAAABVU/RTKYF4vp-tw/s200/Photo0261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375405684699585810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We left Penang,after spent hours in Komtar and Perangin Mall. We left approximately 5.00 in the evening, making our way to Bayan Lepas to the Penang bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SplH4R90NTI/AAAAAAAABVc/X6Zfyhfhb7c/s1600-h/Photo0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SplH4R90NTI/AAAAAAAABVc/X6Zfyhfhb7c/s200/Photo0247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375406662464320818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was stated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on the board that the journey on the bridge would take about 30 minutes...  The photo on the left show 2 islands which when there's low tide, one can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;actually w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;alk from one island to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagine that. I dozed off after reaching the mainland.. leaving A behind the wheels. I awoke upon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;reaching the first toll that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I believe near Jawi&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A was driving very fast. Upon reaching Jawi, one of the tires got punctured. It seemed that someone has thrown nails on the highway to catch unsuspecting drivers so that their c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ar got punctured and that person would 'helped' out but at the same time charging fees... imagine that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Luckily I got a spare tire in the trunk and A quickly replaced it. However, because the spare tire is smaller in size, we have to drive at 80 mph so as not to burst the spare tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In addition, we have to stop at every rest stop to cool down the spare tire by splashing water onto it. So, just imagine it, a 4 hours journey h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;increased 3 fold because of this.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We had to stop at every stop and I counted that there are 10 stops and we had stopped at 9 stops. It was a tedious and tiresome journey. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was I never get mad and never complained. In fact I enjoyed the whole thing. We talked a lot during the journey back. We got to know each other better during this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At every stop, there were little incident which made the stop memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SplLukeLm9I/AAAAAAAABV0/LicXKUeM_q0/s1600-h/Photo0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SplLukeLm9I/AAAAAAAABV0/LicXKUeM_q0/s200/Photo0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375410893679729618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For example, this sign shows Perak welcomes everybody except dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR O would ask A to park near a Waja, so that, we can 'borrow' a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tire from the unsuspecting owner. That night, the moon was shinning at its brightest, illuminating our way home. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seemed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; be a 4 hour journey became a 12 hours journey. I reached home around 530 in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Before I reached home, I received a surprising sms from Jo. I thought he would not want to talk to me again after the fight we had earlier. Yet, he sms me, telling me that he's on his way to KLIA to leave for Japan. He forbid ed me from sending him off. I didn't feel anything at that time because I was numb due to the long long long journey. He never told me the real reason he went to Japan. I guess I would never know why and I believe he could not care less. I am sure he is now happily frolicking in Japan and this friend of his is wondering with full of question marks of his real intention in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I took a few hours of naps and before long, I was on my way to Melaka. This is suppose to be gathering of friends but up until now 1030 pm, has not materialize.&lt;/span&gt; I just can't seem to move out from my hotel room.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, the journey back from Penang was tiring and long but it is one of my best adventures yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-2427052201297806592?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/2427052201297806592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=2427052201297806592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2427052201297806592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2427052201297806592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-forgotten-trip.html' title='The never forgotten trip'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SplG_XgiXRI/AAAAAAAABVU/RTKYF4vp-tw/s72-c/Photo0261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3021489232611663559</id><published>2009-08-27T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:50:03.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is raining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It is raining cats and dogs in Penang. It started raining from last nite around 10 and to my surprise, it has never stopped until now (1242). Yes, I didn't get what I wanted and also I didn't get to see a dear fren  but at least I have 2 frens, A and O to accompany me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We spent the whole night playing cards until 6 in the morning. Throughout the night, we talked about the students, the psychological quizes, our personal traits, love live and surprising, Buddhism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I shared a bed with O and we continued our talks in Buddhism and the ways to deal with problems in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We only dozed of around 8 and I couldn't get much sleep as I kept awaking by feeling of something wasn't right and I couldn't pin point what was it. Finally, I pulled myself from the bed around 1050 and started to surf the internet........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway... I am on my way to leaving Penang. Yes, maybe I won't get what I wanted but at least I learnt something else,  new knowledge in Buddhism. Maybe this is the thing that I was seeking without me ever realising it......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3021489232611663559?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3021489232611663559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3021489232611663559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3021489232611663559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3021489232611663559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-raining.html' title='It is raining'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-5104689237459197654</id><published>2009-08-27T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:44:37.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug 28th, Penang</title><content type='html'>Yes... it's now 1233 and I am now in Bayu Emas, Penang. It has been raining the moment I have left KL and the rain has followed me all the way to Penang. It's raining heavily outside my apartment. There is a drain near the apartment and from the looks of it, the water is rising fast. I cannot get what i wanted to buy in Penang as it was raining heavily. Some more the person I wanted to see didn't want to see me... SO....SAD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Still I am not letting anything to spoil my mood as I have 2 good frens with me, A and O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-5104689237459197654?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/5104689237459197654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=5104689237459197654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5104689237459197654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5104689237459197654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/aug-28th-penang.html' title='Aug 28th, Penang'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3831955124751773229</id><published>2009-08-26T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:42:13.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday, I lost a friend and reconcile with another. One lost and one gained. It's the cycle of live even though it's painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, I am embarking on a journey before a possible big change happening in my life. A journey which I am going to take with 2 friends A and O. For them, it's just a holiday up north but for me, it's a big step into a new change. In less than 4 hours I would be on my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As for tomorrow, I hope the change would be good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3831955124751773229?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3831955124751773229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3831955124751773229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3831955124751773229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3831955124751773229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-change.html' title='A new change'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1447991148343078023</id><published>2009-08-26T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:06:29.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers and sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I received a post saying that no matter where in the world, we're still be brothers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a nice gesture and thoughts. I appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay... let's move on to the things I want to say on that. The person who sent me this post is a guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I was thinking... oooi.. we can't be brothers cause we are physically different. I am a woman and he is a guy so we cannot be brothers.... hahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I remembered a song from youtube - We're brothers (Renaldo Lapuz) and i got lucky i found this video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alina - I am Your Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISKnHUkfNhA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISKnHUkfNhA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot Bronson - I am Your Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x18DYZNhJ-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x18DYZNhJ-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1447991148343078023?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1447991148343078023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1447991148343078023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1447991148343078023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1447991148343078023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/brothers-and-sisters.html' title='Brothers and sisters'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-4809456354900509763</id><published>2009-08-25T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T03:06:39.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow your dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have great respect and regards to those who dare to follow their dreams against all odds. I have no guts to be like that. I don't like to take the unknown risks. I don't like to face the unknown. It terrifies me. I can however take calculative risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have several friends who dare to do what other dares not to do. We just sit at the side walk watching these friends pursuing their dreams, their lifestyles against the norm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish I can be like them but I am sure I can't. I have to much to loose. Sometimes, I wish I can just drop everything and leave like that, just like Jo and M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4809456354900509763?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4809456354900509763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4809456354900509763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4809456354900509763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4809456354900509763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/follow-your-dreams.html' title='Follow your dreams'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1146118886815815955</id><published>2009-08-25T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:48:25.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs instead of words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you noticed that I had use songs instead of words in my recent entries in my blog? I don't know why but I felt it was the right choice at the moment for the songs speak louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is what Jo said, words can 't express the the feelings but the songs can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hah.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then when the time comes to write an entry, I would automatically find a song to represent how I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This week has not been a good week for me. It started off on a wrong foot and it's not yet at the middle of the week. What else can go wrong??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1146118886815815955?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1146118886815815955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1146118886815815955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1146118886815815955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1146118886815815955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/songs-instead-of-words.html' title='Songs instead of words'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-5677182710875538407</id><published>2009-08-25T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:35:51.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A big man with a big voice</title><content type='html'>So touching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind Beneath My Wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xPJeD6DvQ94&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xPJeD6DvQ94&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there/Warren Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyLY8icyiEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyLY8icyiEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_D17p0D-rks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_D17p0D-rks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favourite - Somewhere over the rainbow.... Listen to the arrangement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNHra76sXqY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNHra76sXqY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-5677182710875538407?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/5677182710875538407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=5677182710875538407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5677182710875538407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5677182710875538407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-man-with-big-voice.html' title='A big man with a big voice'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1542824525180044200</id><published>2009-08-24T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:38:05.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT OWNED BY ANYBODY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody owns me... not the banks, the creditors, the government, not the work, not anybody except for GOD and the devil (if I have sold my soul to him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, Pls don't say that I am belong to someone or something for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I Am NOT OWNED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am Me...PERIOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7K8SpqTT-Gs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7K8SpqTT-Gs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1542824525180044200?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1542824525180044200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1542824525180044200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1542824525180044200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1542824525180044200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-not-owned-by-anybody.html' title='I AM NOT OWNED BY ANYBODY'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-7528550183492219493</id><published>2009-08-24T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:08:56.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloons - Frens (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember I posted that frens are like balloons, once u let them go, they are gone forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, I don't want to let them go but circumstances force me to let them. I don't control them for a friendship involves 2 parties. Even if I want to retain, but if the other party insist on terminate, then I have to oblige however hurtful it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A friendship is based on mutual trust, mutual understanding, mutual responsibility, communication and mutual respect. When any of the ingredients start to disintegrate, then the foundation of the friendship begin to shake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately, I have many opportunities to witness these things happened. One by one my friends start to disappear, they will be replaced with new ones. Then the circle will begin once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, there are few friends which I cherish and treasure. I hate to see them go. No matter how hurtful it is... I just can't say GOOD BYE to a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Emil Chau - Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EKkVdknyD1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EKkVdknyD1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends are GOD's ways of taking care of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If u should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friendship is one mind in 2 bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone hears what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends listen to what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Best friends listen to what you don't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gems may be precious but FRIENDS are priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing makes the earth seems so spacious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as to have friends at a distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;they make the latitudes and the longitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A friend is a gift you give to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A friend is one who walk in when the others walk out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;True friendship is like good health,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the value of it is not known until it is lost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(from ishie 1024)&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;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-7528550183492219493?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/7528550183492219493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=7528550183492219493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7528550183492219493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7528550183492219493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/balloons-frens-2.html' title='Balloons - Frens (2)'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-7937533116347532818</id><published>2009-08-24T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:33:39.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>This is one good video and the song accompanied it is so meaningful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was sent by Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmbrg3TXvPc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmbrg3TXvPc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-7937533116347532818?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/7937533116347532818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=7937533116347532818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7937533116347532818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7937533116347532818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-2052975530384169164</id><published>2009-08-23T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:06:22.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tales Ending????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found this video clip in youtube and I thought of posting it here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fairy Tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvLP6vQsY2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvLP6vQsY2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Forgot how long it's been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;since I last heard you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;telling me 'bout your fav'rite story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thought for a long time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;began to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it me who did something wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You cried and said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that fairytales are all just lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I couldn't be your fairytale prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but you don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;since you gave me your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;stars in my sky began to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm willing to change into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The angel in those fairy tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just turn my arms into wings and hold you near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You must believe, believe that we will be like a fairytale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ending with happiness and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You cried and said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that fairytales are all just lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I couldn't be your fairytale prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but you don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;since you gave me your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;stars in my sky began to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to be your fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The angel that you used to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just turn my arms into wings and hold you near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You must believe, believe that we will be like a fairytale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ending with happiness and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish to be your fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The angel that you used to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just turn my arms into wings and hold you near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You must believe, believe that we will be like a fairytale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ending with happiness and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The question I ponder is, is it possible to have a fairy tale ending like the one in the song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-2052975530384169164?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/2052975530384169164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=2052975530384169164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2052975530384169164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2052975530384169164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/fairy-tales-ending.html' title='Fairy Tales Ending????????????'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-6456252343409009838</id><published>2009-08-22T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:45:41.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs that bring tears to the eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you ever surf the youtube and found songs that will touch your heart and brings tears to your eyes and sometimes can dampen your mood for that day??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are samples from them... the first two are from the final fantasy trilogy. Both are sent by Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aerith's Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UODCxAtyDo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UODCxAtyDo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1000 Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9mg5AQqEKA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9mg5AQqEKA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Naruto Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGoOtSPMQlc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGoOtSPMQlc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fairytales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvLP6vQsY2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvLP6vQsY2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you ever fallen in love and be heart broken within 24 hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I HAVE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not necessary be love between a man and a woman. It can take shapes in many forms such as a dress, a car, a dog, a cat, parents and children, brothers and sisters etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT to have a person be loved and then break her/his heart is the most painful one of all... not as bad as hell because I haven't been there but still it's the painful. No reason is good reason to break a person's heart within 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If it is a love affair between a person and a non living thing, the person's heart is broken can be easily mended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, telling the person that dear I love you and then leave the person in the cold storage is one cruel joke. If it's done only one time still acceptable but if the pattern is repeated...... ooi... can smash the person into pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope I didn't do this to anyone but I think I did once few weeks back  (however there is a VALID reason).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As for me... I am left to pick up the pieces bits by bits, carefully putting the fragile pieces back together. It seems that the pieces are getting smaller and smaller and smaller and are getting pretty hard to put back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulIlNuS94Ns&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulIlNuS94Ns&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-6799516616390001324?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/6799516616390001324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=6799516616390001324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6799516616390001324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6799516616390001324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/loved-and-be-smashed-next-moment.html' title='Loved and be smashed the next moment'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-6647046293703482665</id><published>2009-08-22T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T06:05:26.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill in the sentence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever been into a situation whereby you don't have all the facts or whereby you are waiting for an answer which would never be forthcoming.  Without having the whole facts, you are required to come to an assumption. It's like feeling the blanks of an sentence where you are given only the first and the middle word. From there, you have to figure what's the meaning of that sentence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is how I felt.. I am always in this kind of situation and I have to do a lot of guess works. Sometimes, it would lead me to the correct answer but most of the time, I am way way out of the right answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I am in that situation again. I am in a dilemma and I don't have all the facts with me for me to come to an assumption(s). It is so frustrating and I don't have anyone to talk to least to discuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can draw analogy from a love situation. There are 2 guys who presumably are in love with you but you don't know which one is the real and honestly in love with you. You don't have all the facts. You are given the treatment of hot and cold. Sometimes they would warmth up to you and other times there would distant themselves from you. Thus, you have to choose between the two guys. Left with insufficient facts, you might choose wrongly and in the process make a fool out of yourself or hurt your fragile self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I bet even Einstein couldn't have any solutions to this kind of dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are me, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-6647046293703482665?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/6647046293703482665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=6647046293703482665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6647046293703482665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6647046293703482665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/fill-in-sentence.html' title='Fill in the sentence'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-7778970592904563181</id><published>2009-08-22T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:53:35.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Events in Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-vbA2Tx3I/AAAAAAAABUk/bOhL02EdHW8/s1600-h/Photo0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-vbA2Tx3I/AAAAAAAABUk/bOhL02EdHW8/s200/Photo0137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372705759095408498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A bird is making a nest on the ground. This photo is taken at a temple in Jalan Burmah&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-v3xtqGcI/AAAAAAAABUs/rzT6Vhifz-I/s1600-h/Photo0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-v3xtqGcI/AAAAAAAABUs/rzT6Vhifz-I/s200/Photo0145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372706253248797122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The spicy rojak buah&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-wPIv_qJI/AAAAAAAABU0/3HtE2qasSdc/s1600-h/Photo0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-wPIv_qJI/AAAAAAAABU0/3HtE2qasSdc/s200/Photo0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372706654569605266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who is jogging who???&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-wuWu4OOI/AAAAAAAABU8/q5jvAJ-4G4k/s1600-h/Photo0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-wuWu4OOI/AAAAAAAABU8/q5jvAJ-4G4k/s200/Photo0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372707190898964706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sleeping soundly without a care in the world&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-xJ1wcMSI/AAAAAAAABVE/lRnSN3AY958/s1600-h/Photo0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-xJ1wcMSI/AAAAAAAABVE/lRnSN3AY958/s200/Photo0231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372707663083483426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The making of the longest Malaysia Map.&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-xnpcfgsI/AAAAAAAABVM/g7y42WQfV-8/s1600-h/Photo0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-xnpcfgsI/AAAAAAAABVM/g7y42WQfV-8/s200/Photo0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372708175174664898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Guess how many monkeys are there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-7778970592904563181?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/7778970592904563181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=7778970592904563181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7778970592904563181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7778970592904563181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-events-in-penang.html' title='Interesting Events in Penang'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-vbA2Tx3I/AAAAAAAABUk/bOhL02EdHW8/s72-c/Photo0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-6078198039135269572</id><published>2009-08-22T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:40:44.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this our legacy to our children?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-uKseUY5I/AAAAAAAABUU/-y2LQyUYNqM/s1600-h/Photo0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-uKseUY5I/AAAAAAAABUU/-y2LQyUYNqM/s200/Photo0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372704379236541330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Nice tall rise buildings near the sea... Recognize the area?????&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-tqOH8-yI/AAAAAAAABUM/rpYIEMpz9Lo/s1600-h/Photo0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-tqOH8-yI/AAAAAAAABUM/rpYIEMpz9Lo/s200/Photo0164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372703821333855010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about this?&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-uk-D4C_I/AAAAAAAABUc/kX7ECcFkxlE/s1600-h/Photo0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-uk-D4C_I/AAAAAAAABUc/kX7ECcFkxlE/s200/Photo0171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372704830634068978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICE??????&lt;/span&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;Photos taken at Gurney Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-6078198039135269572?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/6078198039135269572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=6078198039135269572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6078198039135269572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6078198039135269572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-this-our-legacy-to-our-children.html' title='Is this our legacy to our children?'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/So-uKseUY5I/AAAAAAAABUU/-y2LQyUYNqM/s72-c/Photo0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1298201301878243905</id><published>2009-08-22T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:39:21.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to fly..........................off to Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would it be too much to want to fly to Penang just to get DVDs as they are very CHEAP there? Go today then come back tomorrow..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sounds kind of adventure and fun to me because I have never been to Penang ALONE!... I don't really recognize the routes there. At the same time, it does sound crazy!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wonder would i be warmly received there? Would my fren be happy to see me and greet me with open arms or would my fren do a disappearing act and vanish faster than David Copperfield?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo.... Fren... how???? Would you extend yr hospitality for me and be happy to see me????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wonder.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1298201301878243905?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1298201301878243905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1298201301878243905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1298201301878243905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1298201301878243905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-flyoff-to-penang.html' title='I want to fly..........................off to Penang'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-8378625985523331010</id><published>2009-08-21T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:26:34.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sense of overwhelming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Slept for 2 hours in 24 hours.... not much to brag about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Woke up with a sense of overwhelmed of feelings. Until now, I cannot comprehend those feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Feeling all mushy right now....... Why am I feeling all this right now....................Happy,  Sad,  Anxious, Worry, Angry, Loved... whatever the feelings available, I have it.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yb2NW3QfonI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yb2NW3QfonI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-8378625985523331010?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/8378625985523331010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=8378625985523331010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8378625985523331010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8378625985523331010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/sense-of-overwhelming.html' title='A sense of overwhelming'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-6614895772781694990</id><published>2009-08-21T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:21:17.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;heroes die young and they never leave many words behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want my frens to be heroes especially Jo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, Jo... pls don't be a hero... just be Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know Jo is on a mission...a very important mission..... just wish I could offer some help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just try to come back in one piece......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-6614895772781694990?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/6614895772781694990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=6614895772781694990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6614895772781694990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6614895772781694990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1305711663830277634</id><published>2009-08-21T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:14:46.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally, I have some news over Jo. Safe and Sound... What a relief!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This incident has made realised... I am loved by many people which I never realised before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Should I feel happy or be grateful???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or should I feel scared as I cannot live up to their expectations????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1305711663830277634?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1305711663830277634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1305711663830277634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1305711663830277634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1305711663830277634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/loved.html' title='Loved'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-2703401084687190843</id><published>2009-08-20T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:45:16.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloons = Frens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/Soz-uV3P9BI/AAAAAAAABUE/zAB7-fvQ46A/s1600-h/images_in_the_sky-780364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/Soz-uV3P9BI/AAAAAAAABUE/zAB7-fvQ46A/s200/images_in_the_sky-780364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371948527642473490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/XP/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(227, 108, 9);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life is too short to wake up with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Love the people who treat you right.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the ones who don't.&lt;br /&gt;Believe everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;If it changes your life, let it.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said life would be easy.&lt;br /&gt;They just promised it would be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like balloons.&lt;br /&gt;Once you let them go, you can't get them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent by Karyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-2703401084687190843?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/2703401084687190843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=2703401084687190843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2703401084687190843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2703401084687190843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/balloons-frens.html' title='Balloons = Frens'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/Soz-uV3P9BI/AAAAAAAABUE/zAB7-fvQ46A/s72-c/images_in_the_sky-780364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3429034014545687412</id><published>2009-08-19T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:10:52.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How does it feel to sit in the dark without any torchlight at all? You can't see but can only hear the whisperings and you can't make out from the whisperings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is what I am feeling right now.  I have a lot of questions and yet I don't have all the facts to answer those questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's very frustrating, makes you want to scream to the top of the lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to be like this........................... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When is this going to end????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When can I get my answers???????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hello...... don't leave me in the dark!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3429034014545687412?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3429034014545687412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3429034014545687412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3429034014545687412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3429034014545687412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/sitting-in-dark.html' title='Sitting in the dark'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-4959285306089327490</id><published>2009-08-19T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T04:51:33.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29th August 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow.. the day has not yet arrived and it's already playing a significant part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy and Sad things would happen on this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A friend from the past who now resides in Ho Chi Ming would be coming back to Malaysia for a visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Michael Jackson, placed inside a gold-plated casket, will be put into a crypt set in the wall at the Holly Terrace section of the Great Mausoleum at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, Calif., in a private ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A friend is going away, without giving any reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-CWFhs5Xk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-CWFhs5Xk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4959285306089327490?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4959285306089327490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4959285306089327490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4959285306089327490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4959285306089327490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/29th-august-2009.html' title='29th August 2009'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-2179028286830799863</id><published>2009-08-19T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:28:41.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Jo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I can't do much from where I am but I wish I could help you more.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So here's a video just for you... From A Friend to A Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBgPp4QSkIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBgPp4QSkIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-2179028286830799863?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/2179028286830799863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=2179028286830799863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2179028286830799863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2179028286830799863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-jo.html' title='For Jo'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1856364690882981320</id><published>2009-08-18T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:19:56.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J and J</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My friend, Jo and I always helped each another in time of needs.  Whenever we are feeling like this emotionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HSNeHHuQA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HSNeHHuQA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;both of us would be very down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo would send me this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmbrg3TXvPc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmbrg3TXvPc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I would send Jo this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fC3XPSYXo58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fC3XPSYXo58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;We would never ask each another this question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d-8KIIWrR6Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d-8KIIWrR6Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;As we both know where to find the other..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you are and what is happening to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to help you.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave your friend in the dark..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1856364690882981320?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1856364690882981320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1856364690882981320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1856364690882981320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1856364690882981320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-friend-jo-and-i-always-helped-each.html' title='J and J'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1206921533634201466</id><published>2009-08-18T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:36:27.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Sightings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well... well... it's time of the year again... the Ghost Month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What is a ghost month? A month whereby the ghosts are allowed to roam freely on earth as the Hell Gate is open for 30 days... Thus there would be many types of ghosts wondering freely around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For several nights I have been watching Ghost Whispering. It has now come to the part where Sam has realised that he is Jim reincarnated. However this is not what I am writing about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There was a scene where Melinda saw 3 ghosts sitting amongst the children in the playground. It made me think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1)   What would I do if I can see ghosts amongst the living, i.e. standing beside the living ones? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would I go berserk, screaming or totally freak out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2)   What would the ghost think when it sees some living person can see it? Would it be happy or terrified or what other emotions available to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have the ability to sense ghosts but I can't see them like Melinda can.  I believe the ghosts would not be like the ones Melinda sees. It would be different I think. Melinda's ghosts are so real life. The only ghost which I can remember clearly is POCONG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I think to have Melinda's ability to see and help them to cross over. However, there are those experts who advised me that it is not wise able as failure to help them could result in disastrous consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/un3-Hb9wF9s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/un3-Hb9wF9s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my question posed here is should I see them or should I not????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1206921533634201466?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1206921533634201466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1206921533634201466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1206921533634201466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1206921533634201466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/ghost-sightings.html' title='Ghost Sightings'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-7458090138984566489</id><published>2009-08-18T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:58:35.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang - the final day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoa.... woke up at 640  to the sound of thunderstorm. Guess what....it was raining heavily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh boy... how are we going to have our final activity at the beach???? I deliberated for awhile and I decided to postponed to a 9 am hoping that the rain would stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I stood there at the balcony, watching the sea and all of the sudden, something moving caught my attention... it was a family of monkeys playing around near the apartment. It was fun watching them.... but alas duty called as the rain had stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So. off we went to the beach to have our final activity. Once done, the students decided to have some pranks with A and E. So they chased both of them to the sea and they were all wet from top to the bottom. As for me.... I am safe coz one of the students came and asked my permission to get me wet and I said NOPE ...... hahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, anyway, once we freshen up, we checked out from the apartment and we went to Queensbay Mall, our final destination in Penang. By that time, it was drizzling..... We had our lunch there and we went on our way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I remembered I fell asleep even before we were out of Penang.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, that's my trip to Penang...... I had some fun while being there but what I not happy was I couldn't get to meet my friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-7458090138984566489?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/7458090138984566489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=7458090138984566489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7458090138984566489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7458090138984566489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/penang-final-day.html' title='Penang - the final day'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-834151704296241301</id><published>2009-08-18T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:54:51.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember that I mentioned I bought a set of season 4 Ghost Whisperer. Well half way through the season, the hero of the show Jim Clancy (the husband of Melinda Gordon) died out of accidental gun shot. The part where he as a ghost broke the news that he has died to his wife and the scene where he promised he won't leave her to go into the light was very touching. Finally, the part where he took over the body of Sam so as to reborn to be with his wife is so romantic. As Sam, Melinda has a second chance to a true love with him. However at the same time, he cannot know that he's Jim, Melinda's husband as he could not have believe it. So, when Sam's fiancee, Nicole came down for a visit, she stayed with Sam and went out with him every day. Melinda has to stand aside, watching them from the far, with her heart aching and hurting deeply wishing she is Nicole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not everyone is as lucky as Melinda to get a second chance in love. Sometimes, love only come once and if u miss it, u will never find it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-834151704296241301?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/834151704296241301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=834151704296241301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/834151704296241301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/834151704296241301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-chance.html' title='2nd chance'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-8258114532098079089</id><published>2009-08-18T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:45:40.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Awoke around 640, quickly had my bath and went to join them. Our first leg is to Botanical Garden in Jalan Kebun Bunga. To my surprise there weren't many monkeys there unless like in my previous trip, there were a lot of monkeys. However, this time I managed to cover most of the garden by tram. Nope... I am not going to walk under the hot sun...never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, the next leg is Kek Lok Si temple. It was built somewhere in 1903 or 1905, can't remember which year.. I didn't join them because as part of the training, they are on their own to finish their task. Thus, the bus driver, brought A, E and I to the famous cendol stall in Penang. Yeap..the ABCs and cendols were delicious, true to its advertisement of Lim Guan Eng stopping by at the stall. By the way, that was my lunch for that day ....huhuhuhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the afternoon, we went to Gurney Drive...it's a place by the seaside. A place where one can find a lot of things to eat. Normally, I would be easily smitten by a place by the seaside. I am a sucker to this kind of place. However, I cannot seem to bond with this place... I didn't feel any connection with this place.  As bad as it seemed, I had to spend 4 hours here waiting for the students finishing whatever they were doing. So, I spent the first hour sitting at Macdonalds watching people pass by. Then another 2 hours sitting at the beach walk, watching the so call sunset (it was going to rain, so, there wasn't any sunset). My final hour, I spent eating my Penang Malay Char Koay Teow with a glass of lychee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes... at the designated hour. the students came and off we went back to our apartments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We were all exhausted and tired from our journey. Even so, I had to finish the last task in hand with the students. By 1030, everything was done. The teachers and we started our walk back to the night market to have our pre ordered dinner of lalas, snails and fish. It was crazy for me as I was tired and my legs are aching but for friends .... what the heck....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then by 12 midnight, we walked back. A, E and I had our own little marathon... A was first, me second and E the last. The teachers were way way behind... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Still, we didn't go to sleep and we had games of card until around 230 in the morning. I gave up and went back to my room. E was fast asleep. I decided to check on my farm in facebook before I turned in. Actually, I was hoping that my friend from Langkawi would be online but alas, he's not.  Thus around 3, I turned in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-8258114532098079089?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/8258114532098079089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=8258114532098079089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8258114532098079089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8258114532098079089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/penang-day-2.html' title='Penang - Day 2'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3814233046826530942</id><published>2009-08-17T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:30:54.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Penang - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aug 14 2009 -  The day I went to Penang with 2 of my colleagues A and E, together with 41 students and teachers of one school in KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We departed around 1030 after all the briefing with the students. The journey to Penang was quite smooth with no heavy traffic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our first stop was Tapah. We had our lunch there. It was not appetizing due to many flies there lingering around the food. I had my nasi lemak but I didn't eat much because it was very spicy to my liking.. So, with a still half fulled stomach, we continued our journey to Penang. Our next stop is Gunung Semanggol a.k.a. Bukit Merah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What did I do here???   Oh, yes... I think I had 100 plus and egg sandwich which was quite spicy... too much of pepper. Anyway, A had mangoes which was quite sour against my taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Without wasting much time, we continue our journey to Penang. Aproximately, around 3 pm, we had the first glance of Penang bridge. Since it was not a clear day and a bit hazy, the bridge looked unattractive to me. I wasn't excited to see the bridge at all. Anyway, the bridge reminded me of the one in Hong Kong which connects one island to another. To cross the Penang bridge, we have to pay Rm 12.30 to the toll collector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once in the Penang island, we continue our journey to Bukit Feringghi, passing Habour Centre, Georgetown, the pier, the 'padang kota lama', Gurney Drive, Wawasan Open University and the Snake Temple. We stopped for a while at the temples (one burmanese and the other siamese) in Jalan Burmah.  I had my first taste of Penang's rojak buah. Again it was spicy for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once finished visiting the temples, we continued our last leg of the journey - Batu Feringghi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally around 5.oo pm we reached our place to stay - Bayu Emas Apartment. E and I shared a room, another room was reserved for the teachers and the last room for the driver and A. A, however prefered to sleep in the hall as it is vast and did not have to share with anybody. By the way, our apartment is at the 6th floor overlooking the ocean. Definitely easy to spot a tsunami if there is any hehehehe......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Around 730, we made our way to the night market in Batu Feringghi to have our dinner. It was a 10 - 15 minutes walk, passing by Bayview Hotel, Hard Rock Hotel and a mosque. For me, it was a long journey for I am not used to walking so far. At Batu Feringghi, we had our dinner at the beach. The site is secluded but it is known to the locals and it is quite cheap compared to the restaurants at the road site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The teachers ordered tomyam, mixed vegies and claypot tauhu. Remembering our tight budget, we only ordered mixed vegies and fried rice huhuhu. Again, I ordered 100+, the second one in a day.  Once fulled, we started our journey of walking and browsing the night market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There were many stalls. Most of them sell bags and wallets. There were only 2 selling DVDS. I bought Ghost Whisperer season 4 for only RM 24 for 6 CDs. I wish I had more money to buy Bones and Ghost Whisperer season 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The night market is full of westerners and arabs. I am not fond of arabs because those whom I met are rude and they used a lot of perfumes. Anyway, after buying the cds, A and I, spent time in a coffee shop observing people walking to and fro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At 11.oo we walked backed to our apartment. After taking my bath, i logged into the internet and found out my friend from Langkawi was in Penang and he was staying nearby. I tendered to my farm in facebook and chatted with a few friends before I called in for the night around 3 am. By that time, E was snoring away..... hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3814233046826530942?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3814233046826530942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3814233046826530942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3814233046826530942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3814233046826530942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-trip-to-penang-1.html' title='My trip to Penang - 1'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-8922549336323581354</id><published>2009-08-13T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:54:54.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops preparing for long journey....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In less than 17 hours, I would be making my way to the Pearl of Orient... It's a working trip for me... a 3 days 2 nights trip. I hope everything goes well with this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sad to say, my trip to China has been postponed due to ................ i also don't know because the trip is not organized by me. I wish i could go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today has been quiet without Christina around to accompany me. Normally, there would be a dose of chatting between her and me. Luckily for me, there's still Jennifer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jennifer - Can't believe we have 8 things in common. Here are some of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Common 1 - The same name, Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Common 2 - Graduated from the same secondary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Common 3 - Share the same passion of playing Farm Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Common 4 - Share the same birth month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagine that a replica of mine... Luckily we don't share the same surname.... hahaha but sadly to say we do share the same problems.....sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, i really do enjoy her company... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-8922549336323581354?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/8922549336323581354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=8922549336323581354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8922549336323581354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8922549336323581354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooops-preparing-for-long-journey.html' title='Ooops preparing for long journey....'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-2506620587029503982</id><published>2009-08-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:38:04.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaargh..............................*$@&amp;($</title><content type='html'>I feel like a balloon inside me is waiting to explode......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few days been facing never ending problems.... how to solve all of it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I have a hole to crawl inside and sit quietly to release the built up tension...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-2506620587029503982?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/2506620587029503982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=2506620587029503982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2506620587029503982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2506620587029503982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaargh.html' title='Aaaargh..............................*$@&amp;($'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-6211492648615414997</id><published>2009-08-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:46:55.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chiko chiko﻿ ah chiko chiko eeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxhwS49F414&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxhwS49F414&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;chiko chiko﻿ ah chiko chiko eeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ekor ekor ah ekor ekor eeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hilang gigi tinggal gusi!!! hahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They don't make the movie like this anymore.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-6211492648615414997?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/6211492648615414997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=6211492648615414997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6211492648615414997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6211492648615414997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/chiko-chiko-ah-chiko-chiko-eeh.html' title='chiko chiko﻿ ah chiko chiko eeh'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-8562783053689592064</id><published>2009-08-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:30:26.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 surprises in a night (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I talked to another friend about my 3rd surprise... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's what she said, if you are her close friend then you won't take it in heart for she meant it only as a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am against that because as a close friend or even as a friend, we should not make fun or joke of a friendship... because... it' s a blessing for 2 persons in a big world to be able to come together and become friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friendship takes time to nurture... it needs a lot of ingredients..... respect and sensitivity are one of them. This friend said I am too sensitive... maybe I am but that's my traits... because I am sensitive I am able to connect to many people as I don't want them to feel the bad things I am feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I won't take it in heart as to what she said.... because I have learned to put aside those things which are bad and useless. She has the right to joke and I also have the right not to accept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever happens after this.... ??? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-8562783053689592064?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/8562783053689592064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=8562783053689592064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8562783053689592064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8562783053689592064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-surprises-in-night-2.html' title='3 surprises in a night (2)'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-4260586589680657907</id><published>2009-08-08T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:10:10.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 surprises in a night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:Surprise No 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: A counselling teacher was charged with molesting a student in a school in Bandar Sri Tasik Permaisuri in Cheras last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Edi Emai, 42, claimed trial to using criminal force on the 14-year-old girl with intention to outrage her modesty at a counselling room of the school at 12.45pm in November.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He was said to have hugged and kissed her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The student lodged a police report on Feb 20 after a disciplinary teacher advised her to do so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The disciplinary teacher found out about the alleged molest from a school prefect.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Edi was picked up at the school on Feb 23. He faces a 10-year jail term or whipping or fine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Prosecuting officer Chief Insp Zolkifli Mohd Yasin asked the court to set bail at RM10,000 in one surety saying that the accused knew the victim and would disturb her and other witnesses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Adam Yap, for Edi, urged the court to consider that his client was a sole breadwinner in the family and faces suspension from his job due to the case.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“If that happens, Edi will only get half his monthly salary,” he added.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Magistrate Aina Azahra Ariffin granted bail at RM7,500 in one surety and set May 14 for mention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know the accused personally as I have business relationship with him. If not for my friends telling about him, I would not have known about this. This came as a surprise as he doesn't seem like one.  Anyway, one cannot be sure.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surprise No 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My maid left in a huff..... Left me stranded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surprise No 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A friend whom I considered to be a close friend just said&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I am not her friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and because I didn't appear for that appointment, thus she won't disclose the venue where she met an acquaintance of mine. I went numb because I didn't expect this kind of response from the question where did she go last night?  She may has treat this as a joke but for me I think there's nothing funny about it. Think about it, after telling you that you are a good friend and after a few weeks said nope, you are not my friend. How would you feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Confuse, Angry and Sad... am I being a friend or not? Or all this while I am just a fool being played around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope there will not be any more surprises coz i can't take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4260586589680657907?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4260586589680657907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4260586589680657907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4260586589680657907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4260586589680657907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-surprises-in-night.html' title='3 surprises in a night'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-4780417889001517954</id><published>2009-08-07T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:31:28.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week in history......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok... what has happened in this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more deaths of h1n1.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting tired of the political scene in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erna has celebrated her 18th birthday on Friday this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two friends Ooi and Phang came down to Klang for a course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 gatherings of old frens... one is by Lay Yang, one is by Casey and the last one also by Lay Yang.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make it to the first two but I hope to go to the last one......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting hang of tai chi.... yippie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4780417889001517954?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4780417889001517954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4780417889001517954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4780417889001517954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4780417889001517954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-week-in-history.html' title='This week in history......'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-3349646984362356768</id><published>2009-07-31T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:59:51.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosan........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BOSAN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ya.... kenapa bosan? Itu yang bermain di kepala saya semalam.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ada seorang member cerita yang dia tengah bosan dengan hidupnya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bosan di mana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bosan dengan kerja, bosan dengan rumah, bosan dengan motor, bosan dengan makwe................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kenapa bosan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mungkin kerana umur dah meningkat.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bagi saya, adalah kerana dia tak nampak apa yang dia ada dan sedang kecapi serta dia tak menghargai apa yang dia ada................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-3349646984362356768?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/3349646984362356768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=3349646984362356768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3349646984362356768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/3349646984362356768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/bosan.html' title='Bosan........................'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-9095275869941936917</id><published>2009-07-31T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:50:33.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange happenings..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been travelling up and down to KL for the past few days. I woke up 5.30 in the morning and started my journey around 7 and I would reach my destination around 830... imagine that one hour 30 min from Klang to KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I always love to see sunrises and sunsets. I got to see both yesterday. Yesterday I saw a beautiful sunrise. The sun was all rounded and was in red and orange colour. It was huge and I felt like heading towards the sun. The same thing happened in the evening when I went to Puchong but this time I felt like I was running from it. It's too bad I can't take beautiful snaps of both the sunrise and sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway this is not the strange thing I want to tell... it's the fact that before reaching the junior Penang Bridge near Kelana Jaya, I saw a man zzzzzzzzzzz at the divider in the middle of the highway..   How in the world did he get there? How he can even zzzzzzzzzzzzz in the middle of the road? Was he dumped there? Why didn't a police standing near the area check on him? Interesting piece of puzzle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How did my last night end?  By witnessing an accident near the UITM bridge at Padang Jawa. A red car was totally wrecked.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Interesting way to end the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-9095275869941936917?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/9095275869941936917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=9095275869941936917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/9095275869941936917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/9095275869941936917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/strange-happenings.html' title='Strange happenings..................'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-5036631075674271156</id><published>2009-07-31T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:19:28.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouse Hunter, Ghost Hunter... anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, Mousehunter, Ghost Trapper, Bejewellled, Farm Town, Farmville, Barn Buddy, to name a few, are games which can be found in Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Personally I am into Mousehunter, Ghost Trapper, Bejewelled and Farm Town. They can be addictive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Many people see them as games but I see them as something which can train my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Mousehunter and Ghost Trappers, i become the HUNTER, finding and building traps to capture Mouse and Ghost. U have to do research by reading and experience with traps. You have to capture certain amount of mouse and to prepare the traps always in It takes time and energy. It's very frustrated to wait to advance to the next level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lesson learnt: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Patient is virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bejewelled is a game whereby you have to blow up the jewels in a group of 3s, 4s and 5s in a minute. Sounds simple? Yes it is but it's very hard to score high marks. If you wait and look for the combination you only be able to score low marks but if you let your mind free, trust your heart don't look for the combination, whoala... you will get high marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lesson learnt: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in life one cannot force the outcome one wants... even if it happens the way one intended to be, it does not provide the satisfaction one needs. Let the nature takes its course.... if it's intended to be this way, then let it be. Otherwise one would be drown in one's desire and thus sow the seeds of sorrow, jealousy and misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As for Farm Town... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's just only a game............HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-5036631075674271156?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/5036631075674271156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=5036631075674271156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5036631075674271156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/5036631075674271156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/mouse-hunter-ghost-hunter-anyone.html' title='Mouse Hunter, Ghost Hunter... anyone?'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-181973980225064232</id><published>2009-07-29T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:26:11.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter what.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Boyzone - no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No matter what they tell us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter what they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter what they teach us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; What we believe is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter what they call us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; However they attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter where they take us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; We'll find our own way back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I can't deny what I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I can't be what I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I know our love forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I know, no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; If only tears were laughter (ooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; If only night was day (ooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; If only prayers were answered (hear my prayers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Then we would hear God say (say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter what they tell you (ooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter what they do (ooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter what they teach you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; What we believe is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; And I will keep you safe and strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; And shelter from the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter where it's barren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; A dream is being born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No matter who they follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter where they lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter how they judge us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I'll be everyone you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter if the sun don't shine (sun don't shine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Or if the skies are blue (skies are blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter what the end is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; My life began with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I can't deny what I believe (what I believe, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I can't be what I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (I know, I know) I know this love's forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; That's all that matters now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No matter what (no, no matter, no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No, no matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; That's all that matters to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would never grow tired listening to this song. Sometimes, it can bring tears to my eyes..... The lyrics of this song are so moving and powerful.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Many people would treat this as a love song.... how wonderful it is to fall in love or for having a best friend around. For me, it is totally different. This song represent what I have lost or what I have not gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This song tells of a person who would be right at your side come shine or rain. This person would never abandon you nor leave you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It would be nice to have such a person actually alive. For me, this person doesn't exist... it's just a imaginary figure we conjure up to make our life on earth pleasant, hopeful and able to dream on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For me, this is a real &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sad Sad Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; song.............................. but still it's enjoyable to listen to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-181973980225064232?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/181973980225064232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=181973980225064232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/181973980225064232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/181973980225064232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-matter-what.html' title='No matter what.................'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-4854656463885225471</id><published>2009-07-29T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:28:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I win a fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.   I am not a person who luv to pick up a verbal fight and fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.   I am a tolerant person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.   I am not a bully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.   I am easily forgive people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.    A fight made me feel uneasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.   I am not outspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.   I don't like to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.   I run away from a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9.   I don't like to complain openly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. I rather back out from a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10 reasons why i can't win a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4854656463885225471?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4854656463885225471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4854656463885225471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4854656463885225471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4854656463885225471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-cant-i-win-fight.html' title='Why can&apos;t I win a fight'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1110421704610784728</id><published>2009-07-29T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:14:06.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I have come to the conclusion......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 months back, I had the urge of looking up my old old frens, see where there are, what they are doing and updating my knowledge on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It started out innocently in the Facebook and whola... the list starts to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 incidents happened today made me wonder should I stop or should I continue my quest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found a very old friend last night and today I contacted him via sms... the reply I got was this, he wished to have no contact with persons whom he has not contacted for so long as he is afraid that I am trying to sell things him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another one would be that I am innocently blamed or seriously blamed for starting the quest of looking up old frens, it's like stirring the hornet's nest. I am not sure whether I am being blamed for the things happening now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thirdly, when I called up some of my old frens, they gave me cold shoulder which is rather not supporting. Can't blame them, maybe they are busy or have forgotten about me or juz don't want to have link with the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes I have enjoyed some their company. I truly do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This bring me back to the question, should I continue my quest of searching old friends or should I stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a tiring process and I wonder....what would I get out of this.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Any my conclusion is ...... as sad as it is .......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think i should &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1110421704610784728?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1110421704610784728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1110421704610784728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1110421704610784728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1110421704610784728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-i-have-come-to-conclusion.html' title='And I have come to the conclusion......'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-6130727974200526984</id><published>2009-07-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:34:43.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought I won't be joining my old friends last night but I manage to.....after my tai chi class. My sifu commented on my interest in tai chi.  HAPPY about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, after my tai chi, straight went to papa rich to meet them... Yup, they are still there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wai Sie and Casey. Later we were joined by Karyn and Wai Fong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's happy to see Karyn and Wai Fong giggled like young girls although we are way past that stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-6130727974200526984?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/6130727974200526984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=6130727974200526984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6130727974200526984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6130727974200526984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/reunion-time.html' title='Reunion time'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1343712130948644526</id><published>2009-07-28T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T02:50:53.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A gathering of old frens....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tonight, there will be a gathering of old friends from school. Impromptu gathering with no notice at all. The persons attending would be WS, CC, WF and CP. The gathering is at WF's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It all started off with WF telling that she has hurt her leg thus she's not working today. Then WS wanted to visit her and then I asked WS to ask CC to tag along. Next, WF asked CP to join. It so simple and there's no need to give an early notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The sad thing is that I won't be able to join them tonight as I have other things to do. Even though they voluntereed to wait until 9 something but I don't think they would knowing that tonight is a working day.  Too bad I can't join them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes it's hard to be me.. got attachments....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway if they happen to read this.... enjoy yourselves...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1343712130948644526?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1343712130948644526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1343712130948644526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/gathering-of-old-frens.html' title='A gathering of old frens....'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-9150585997606103481</id><published>2009-07-28T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:38:37.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a cruel joke................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At this juncture... I feel like life is a cruel joke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just when you are down and out, you manage to find old friends and start to enjoy an old friendships...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But just when I want to meet them..... there would be many obstacles I have to go through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thus I wonder.... what's the hidden lesson I have to learn????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-9150585997606103481?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/9150585997606103481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=9150585997606103481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/9150585997606103481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/9150585997606103481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-cruel-joke.html' title='Life is a cruel joke................'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1485843508223333152</id><published>2009-07-27T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:17:52.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wei Wei Wei.... What Should I Blog???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This morning, WS asked me... why haven't you update your blog?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know she is going to ask me this question and I have my answers ready for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Answer 1:   I am too busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Answer 2:   I have writer's block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Answer 3:   I am lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The truth is I have nothing to write........... So, she asked me to write about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She said that I would not write about her because either I have nothing to write about her or I would throw up blood because of writing about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, whether I would throw up blood or not, that remains to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here goes..... ok... what is there to write about her..... could it be this one.....nope.... that one..... nope.... aaah.... must be this one...... AIYOYO.........OOOOOOPssssssssss...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know WS since we were kids or in true sense, she knew me since we were kids, to be specific in primary schools.. HAHAHA I can't remember much about my days in primary schools let alone my school mates. She said, we were in the same class. I still can't remember. I suppose I have to dig through the tons of photos just to make sure....(ooops...lazy to do so).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And so, after graduating from SK Pudu 1, KL, we went on to SMK (P) Pudu. I remembered I studied in Form 1A, Form 2B and Form 3P3 (see how I went from A class to C class) but I can't remember her...... (pls don't get angry with me ya....:=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The clearest memory I have of her would be in Form 4 and Form 5 because we were in the same class... the dreaded Science class. However, at that time, if my memory serves me well, she was close with CC. During that time, she was in Marywood, I was in Sprenger. (They are the houses for the purpose of sports activities). Marywood and Sprenger are always fighting for the wins so we were not that close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When did we become close?  When we grouped together to write as pen pals. That was the time when we sat down and think what to write as pen pals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What is she like? The first thing that strike me is that she is an outspoken person... speak first, think later.  She always help her friends a lot... Although she's outspoken, she has a lot of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sadly to say, after saying goodbyes to Form5, we went separate ways....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She went into Form 6 and I went to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Deep down inside my heart, I always envy her because she's brave, she's outspoken and she is independent. People would easily get close with her. Even though at times I would be ticked off by her outspokenness but after awhile I would forget about it. For me, she's a part of my past and now my present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We didn't see each other for many many years. If not for an encounter in Facebook, I would not have chat with her everyday for the last 2 months.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OOOI... WS... if you read this...... I didn't puke blood....... I didn't have mental block here.... and most importantly... I was at the shallowest point of my life when I found you in Facebook. I would not have easily survive these 2 months without you being here. Thank You for being my fren and Luv U.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1485843508223333152?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1485843508223333152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1485843508223333152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1485843508223333152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1485843508223333152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/wei-wei-wei-what-should-i-blog.html' title='Wei Wei Wei.... What Should I Blog???'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-2133477191244210223</id><published>2009-07-22T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:56:36.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I received a notice saying a friends of mine, Hans has just posted on my FB. It's quite strange coz he never does this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hans is a guy I knew who are based in Langkawi. He's a charming guy, very down to earth type and always around when one needs him. The only thing I don't like about him is that he can never tell what are his needs or his intentions in clear terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to guess and guess what is his real intention, his dreams, his aspirations, his pains and his grief. Things like guessing games can really get into my nerves sometimes especially when I'm in a BAD BAD mood.  He did that again last nite.  I knew he is going through a rough patch in life. He would drop hints here and there but when I confronted him, he would shy away.  This really make me MAD. Mad not because he did this but he made me worried....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ooi.. if you happen to read this, FREN, what actually is going on with you????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-2133477191244210223?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/2133477191244210223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=2133477191244210223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2133477191244210223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/2133477191244210223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/hans.html' title='Hans'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-7493189499811439441</id><published>2009-07-22T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:52:33.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends........what are they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When i was small, i would read about friends.. how good to have friends.. they are suppose to be good to you. I can still remember quotes.. roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet but not as sweet as you, we'll always be good friends, friends will be there when u need them, a friend in need is a friend indeed etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I used to think friends are like that..... until I learned from my years of gathering experiences that they are not like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There are many categories of friends. What are friends? Are they the one who would share your happiness and sadness? Are they the one who would be there for you come shine or rain? Are they the one who would spit and spat on you while at the same be the one who shared your joy and happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In my lifetime, I have encountered many 'friends' but to have a true friend, it is easier said than done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For me a true friend, is the one probably you don't like but ....&lt;br /&gt;would always be your cushion when you fall,&lt;br /&gt;be your mirror when you're at fault,&lt;br /&gt;be your tissue when you cried, be your ears when you want to talk,&lt;br /&gt;be your mouth when you can't talk&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;would always reside in your heart even after so many years have gone by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As WS said, a friendship needs to be built. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For me, a friendship is like a seed, needs to be sow, nurtured, watered and protected come rain or shine. Whether it turn out to be bad or good would depend on how you nurture, water and protect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A friendship which can withstand the test of time and trials can be termed a friendship. It's like a diamond.. when it is harvested, it's not of much value. Only when it is cut and polished, it will become the prized diamond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I may or may not be lucky to have this kind of friendship but at least I can say I have tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-7493189499811439441?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/7493189499811439441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=7493189499811439441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7493189499811439441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/7493189499811439441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendswhat-are-they.html' title='Friends........what are they?'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1633834228883651102</id><published>2009-07-22T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:31:20.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Death Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This week is fulled of news of death either in actual life or in tv shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Teoh Beng Hock a young chap died mysteriously while being held by MACC and in tv shows, Kutner a character from House killed himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Both are successful young persons who have died young. Both have rendered their services unconditionally to the public. Both died unnaturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know Teoh Beng Hock, I came to know about him because he was in the news.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As for Kutner, I knew his character inside out coz I folllowed House. He was a funny guy, a friend and would never give up easily. I can easily relate to this guy as somehow he was a lot like me. The sad thing is that nobody knows that he was going to kill himself. Everyone saw him doing a lot of things but not that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Both families and friends never saw their death, never expected them to die so early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just now, I took a quiz of when will I die. It answered Oct 20th, 2025.. another 16 more years. Still, one might never know, the minute I log off I might be killed by a fallen hammer or a fallen pot, have a heart attack or met with an accident. Thus, I have to learn to live my life fully, never take things for granted for I know the clock is tickling counting down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1633834228883651102?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1633834228883651102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1633834228883651102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1633834228883651102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1633834228883651102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-death-death.html' title='Death Death Death'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-8299716959657808882</id><published>2009-07-20T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:39:46.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A feeling of despair....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just came back from Sentral, fetching my relatives from far away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While I was waiting for them, I stopped by KFC, bought myself coke, nuggets and fries and sat own watching people passing by. I felt a sense of despair and sadness overwhelmed me. Maybe because of Teoh Beng Hock's funeral today or the feelings were from the surrounding situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have the ability to sense something unusual or abnormal at any area. Maybe there was something there at Sentral which is trying to tell me something. The feelings of sadness were so strong that I have to pull myself away from there and started walking around, waiting for the arrival of the train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I did not have to wait long. Immediately I left Sentral before the feelings overwhelmed me again. Normally, I don't have this kind of feeling if I were in Sentral at daytime but when I am in Sentral at night... I would feel very uneasy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As for Teoh Beng Hock, may he RIP. It's very unfair for him to die early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Namoamitofu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-8299716959657808882?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/8299716959657808882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=8299716959657808882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8299716959657808882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/8299716959657808882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/feeling-of-despair.html' title='A feeling of despair....'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-1960390068966114663</id><published>2009-07-20T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:20:42.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh... I want to be like that person</title><content type='html'>Last week, I had a visit from 3 old friends. It's VERY NICE of them to come down all the way from Semenyih, Desa Hartamas and Cheras to visit me in Klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the them is one hell of a lady, with an established name in the entertainment industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague is intrigued with this lady. He wants to be like her, successful in her own right, some more a moderate rich lady. If I said rich, she's going to give me a lecture on all the financial burdens she has to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I told my friend, her success doesn't come easy. It's not a overnight success. She has to work hard and sacrifice a lot to become what she is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, there's nothing come instantly and cheap. One has to work hard, harder than before to achieve something in life. That's what differentiate the successful one from the one who would admire the successful person from the far. Nothing would come if one should just sit down and wishing to be successful. For all you might know, the next hour would be your last day on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-1960390068966114663?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/1960390068966114663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=1960390068966114663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1960390068966114663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/1960390068966114663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-i-want-to-be-like-that-person.html' title='Oh... I want to be like that person'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-9161480290778030462</id><published>2009-07-15T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:55:02.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does birthday mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;According to the Chinese calendar, today in my birthday. As a Chinese, I got to celebrate birthday twice a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;A birthday is one where celebrates the day when a new life has begun. Some would consider this day to be a day to be thankful and to be joyful that he was born to this world. Others would think of this day to be a starting of a journey of life full of remorse, grief and hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;As for me, I don't know what I think but almost all the time I don't find any valid reason to celebrate my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;A birthday is also a day of changes for new things to come to replace the old things. This belief I hold true. There would always be changes on the day of my birthdays whether it is good or bad, positive or negative. Somehow I can't remember the changes that happened on my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, for this year, a significant change happened on my birthday would be that , on this day, my parents have shifted to JB to enjoy their retirements. I should be happy for them ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was born in a family of three. I grew up with no brothers and sisters. I was always alone in whatever I do. I have no one to talk to. My parents are typical parents who would work from day until night juz to keep the food on the table, thus they seldom spend time with me. That's why as an adult, I would always keep my feelings hidden or keep deep deep deep down inside my heart. It's very hard for me to share my pains with anyone. Thus out of 10 birthdays, 8 birthdays I would be on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was still alone during my days in secondary school. I was the odd one out. After my SRP, now PMR, I was given a choice of going into Commerce or Science Class. I did not know how to choose so I followed the crowd... Science because it was the THE thing to do at that time. In the Science stream, I was 'kicked' between Sc 1 and Sc 2. It seemed that I was not too good for Sc1, so the teacher transferred me to Sc 2 but the Sc2 form teacher felt that I was too good to be there, so she kicked me back to Sc1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;In Sc1, I was the odd one out. There were 2 groups in my class. There was a group of geeks, the ones who would aim As and would always excel in their studies and their extra curricular activities. There was another group which I describe to be socially active. I belong to neither. I was also the chubby one in the class... can never excel in Sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I didn't like Maths so I did badly in Maths. Even a teacher who taught Maths said to me, I would not be able to pass my SPM. In class, I would sit by the door looking outward always day dreaming. I was not active, always sitting at the back of the class, always the hidden one. I remembered when I can't answer questions in Chemistry, I would copy from my classmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;My Science teachers would always hold extra class during the school holidays. For the others there would be holidays for them. As for me, it would be never ending classes. I really hated my time then and I felt miserable all the times. I felt like a robot back then.. never failed to turn up to schools even though it was raining dogs and cats on that day. I never knew what I wanted back then. I just followed orders. In short, I was the invisible one in school... However, all is not bad as towards the end 2 persons asked me to join them in getting know friends through penpal. Yes, I did enjoyed that time, even had a few laughs. However, when I moved out of KL, I've lost contact with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I envy my other classmates who have their own close friends, who shared and still share their interests, dreams, happiness and pains. As for me, again I am alone on this birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-9161480290778030462?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/9161480290778030462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=9161480290778030462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/9161480290778030462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/9161480290778030462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-does-birthday-mean.html' title='What does birthday mean?'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-4254214496832284160</id><published>2009-07-15T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T03:44:55.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housewife - a scary word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Scary stuffs, I tell you. Like a horror movie, slowly unfolding…..layer by layer….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I am not careful, soon I will walk around like a zombie. When the house sucks the life out of me, that will be the day when the world ends….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since I was small, I never have visions of playing housewife nor do I like to play masak-masak. The only reason I played with my neighbour was because we get to build real fire and boiling all those herbs we picked from the kampung. So, it was more playing with fire than playing housewife, cooking, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There was one time when after playing, I scrambled home, leaving the mess for my neighbour to clear. Since then, she refused to play with me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey, I wasn’t cut out to clean houses, you know? I will become a deranged woman, a bad mother and a nagging wife if I have to do it from dawn to dusk. I can then kiss goodbye to my 60 pairs of earrings, truckloads of make-up and my nail polishes. Earrings are my passion so I think I will buy myself a few more pairs to overcome this nightmare of being sucked into the house, minus the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank God my hubby can afford a part-time helper who is more like a sister to me. (she is hubby’s niece, btw) She has been coming to my house 2-3 times a week for the last 14 years, I think. Back then, I was a full-time working mom. Then, when I stopped working, she continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Scary stuffs. This housewife thing. It will slowly enveloped me and turn me into a one-dimensional person. Like those bunch at the little vegetable stall. I met a couple of them zombies this morning. All they talk is where to find the best tuition centre. And the bunch I met the other day at the hair salon is also ‘where to find the best tuition centre’. Niamah, got no other life than talking about children issit? I see my children everyday, the last I want to talk about is how they are doing in school, which subject they are weak at yadda yadda yadda. I’d rather talk to myself through my own blog, thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I forget to mention. There is no wrath like a housewife scorned. The other day, my neighbour on the first floor wrecked her glass window panes, her husband’s car, threw all his stuffs down to the ground floor from the window and according to my #13 years old son, she even whacked the husband with a mop handle at the car park. He witnessed it because he was coming back from school. I didn’t go out and video the thing eventhough I was very, very tempted. I was too lazy to put on a bra, you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aiks! It is 11.44 am. Time to run and pick the little boy from kindie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Housewife. Scary word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The above story is from http://www.chanlilian.net/2009/03/05/how-the-house-sucks-the-life-out-of-the-wife/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She has sum out nicely about what I felt about housewife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not that I anti them.... NOPE.. I respect them but I cannot be like one of them... NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, to those frens of mine (CW etc) who are full timed housewife.... KUDOS to u all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-4254214496832284160?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/4254214496832284160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=4254214496832284160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4254214496832284160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/4254214496832284160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/housewife-scary-word.html' title='Housewife - a scary word'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748373384409339978.post-6971626331245836543</id><published>2009-07-15T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T03:31:39.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would people remember me as ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two of my friends, WS and CW mentioned to one another that I am a joker coz I can make people laugh easily. The other day, I participated in a survey and found out that I was a healer in my past life. Others would remembered me as a too kind of person who would always help people, others would consider me as a stubborn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As for me, I can't describe myself for I consider myself as a chameleon who always change with time. I am a joker just to hide the turbulence feelings and problems I'm facing. As they always say.. don't cry out loud, keep it hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a too kind of a person as I can't be unkind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But most of the other times, I would fade into background and nobody would notice me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, when I die, would I be remembered?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha.. the sanghata sutra said let not one be attached so as not to be born for when one is born, one would live the birth, living and death over and over again. One would relive the loss of parents, brothers, sisters, children, relatives and companions over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wonder would I have the strength to follow the wisdom of Sanghata sutra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Namozmitofu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748373384409339978-6971626331245836543?l=jslnch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/feeds/6971626331245836543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748373384409339978&amp;postID=6971626331245836543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6971626331245836543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748373384409339978/posts/default/6971626331245836543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jslnch.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-would-people-remember-me-as.html' title='What would people remember me as ....'/><author><name>Jslnch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826051613579394170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TjY8DYvNNMU/SC6LDhXmnWI/AAAAAAAAAls/n64Ayh_Qy6g/S220/Jc5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
