<?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-163195726537067562</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:21:11.904+08:00</updated><category term='Mindless Ramblings'/><category term='Going Places'/><category term='Frustrations'/><category term='Just Thinking'/><category term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><title type='text'>Untitled &amp; Non-Descript.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-6820043747365136729</id><published>2009-11-20T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:30:41.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relocation</title><content type='html'>If you are one of this blog's occasional readers, it has a new home now at &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;http://yuneylee.wordpress.com/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it has nicer themes and more things to play with which i will attempt to explore :) Plus, if you link me up on your site, you may wanna change the blog address. Thank you for dropping by! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerios, folks :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-6820043747365136729?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/6820043747365136729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=6820043747365136729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6820043747365136729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6820043747365136729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/11/relocation.html' title='Relocation'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-5793672269834198807</id><published>2009-10-02T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:19:34.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Just Because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;my hair is spiky&lt;br /&gt;comfort lies in pants/jeans, tees, sneakers&lt;br /&gt;one ear pierce with two holes&lt;br /&gt;make-up is rare, rather non-existent most days&lt;br /&gt;lego is way preferred over barbie&lt;br /&gt;adventure, rough,extreme activities win over shopping&lt;br /&gt;tak bermanja&lt;br /&gt;not your gentle, sweet-talking girl or&lt;br /&gt;mom wonders if she gave birth to a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does not mean i'm not a girl.&lt;br /&gt;well perhaps the wrong signals are sent from the way i behave or look *tsk tsk* btw, someone who just knew me totally believed me when i neither admitted nor denied that girls are my interest..kesian..i never thought she believed :P&lt;br /&gt;but hey, guys give me butterflies..in a good way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually like changing light bulbs, trying to fix electronic stuff, checking car engine, carpentry..although these stuff could have probably stemmed from the time when dad left to work overseas and since we have no boy sibling, the eldest (me) was entrusted with home stuff that are usually done by males. and it earned me a label from my colleague, "domestic guy" ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i'm just one of em' tom-boyish girls? have always favored boy clothes, ever since i was young..dresses were rare, possibly forced upon..frowned upon long hair because it was just too much a hassle to bother with..shopping tires me, unlike how it energises many girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the consensus is...i need a man who is more urm 'man' than me?? for lack of a better word but we get the drift la..&lt;br /&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/163195726537067562-5793672269834198807?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/5793672269834198807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=5793672269834198807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5793672269834198807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5793672269834198807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-because.html' title='Just Because...'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-6880691739821925609</id><published>2009-09-09T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:52:23.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>Fear of the self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Some say listen to your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;To this i readily agree but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;What if the heart feels can be wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, it wouldn't be 'wrong' if the truth is not known...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Yet, what was once a heart's conviction..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;now possibly just a passing thought of the mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;My own thoughts have become an 'enemy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;One that i do have a choice to face or run from..&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/163195726537067562-6880691739821925609?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/6880691739821925609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=6880691739821925609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6880691739821925609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6880691739821925609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear-of-self.html' title='Fear of the self'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-4729362567805126264</id><published>2009-08-19T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:13:28.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Backside assumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I didnt mean the buttock. At the office today, we had a supplier of photos who came to pass the designer something. Whilst chit-chatting, to which i was told was transpired later, the conversation was something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Designer (D): have u met y, our other designer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Y: *either waved or greeted her* i dunno*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Supplier (S): who's that next to y? another designer is it? ( i had my back facing the conference room where they were) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;D: oh, no lah, that's our copywriter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;S: oh, its a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;D: nope, she's girl. shaved her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;S: erm..okay..is she a LB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"-___-" must be a question many ppl probably asked in their minds (if they dunno me) but this has got to be the first time someone asked so directly. Of course not to me, i'm sure not many would dare.haaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The assumptions just by looks, albeit from the back some more...so girls, if you're thinking about shaving yr head, it may help if you wear pretty dresses and pointy heels..not jeans &amp;amp; tshirt with sneakers..:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ok, so 'wu liao' thought wanted to blog something more interesting like fun trips but its 1.10am and i'm lazy to search for the pics XD.  just wanted to write crappy things on this hardly read space :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;goodnite then..&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/163195726537067562-4729362567805126264?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/4729362567805126264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=4729362567805126264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4729362567805126264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4729362567805126264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/08/backside-assumption.html' title='Backside assumption'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3388313672158555676</id><published>2009-06-14T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:29:15.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain clean-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I think i need mind training. Finding things cluttering yet not much of it retained or applied. Granted some knowledge are leisurely, trivial or prob just to know type but i realised that i don't actually am able to spew out info. Maybe its not too bad an idea to jot down what stuff interests me and work my way to learning more about them, no? Another thing about my learning style is i can't comprehend and absorb info on too many topics at once. I have a tendency to open so many tabs online about different topics and in the  end, i have not much although i may look remotely intelligent doing that :P So, what interests me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gourmet..the works of the whole F&amp;amp;B world :) however am not inclined toward baking as the previous attempts of baking never turn out nicely, guess thats y i'm a firm believer that baking and cooking is a whole different realm. One chef cannot be a great in both. Its just a different set of skills. Yes, i do try to do both but i really quite fail in baking..:( therefore i'd stick to my own skill of cooking la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Theatre..Am open to almost everything but sadly can't go for everything :/ Love satirical shows, musicals, comedic ones. Perhaps some literary infused ones too. Dance also don't mind, if i can understand what the dancers are trying to say with their bodies, have not been to a only dance performance. Guess they don't come by that easily, it is harder to master IMHO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Music..Still harnessing my wish of having my own keyboard to tinker with but with the current budget situation of mine, i guess its gotta be on the backburner for now. Am enthralled by orchestra although i aint got any idea whom they are playing at times but i like being awed at Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra :D I like the idea of intimate settings of a lounge/bar/cafe where small bands play soothing type of music. Or a solo musician on an instrument. Ahh blissful la,sipping a coffee or post-dinner drink..Hmm, y don't i go to the many many performances in KL town? Pricey..can't just sit there and sip one (cheapest) drink whole nite long eh? Well, if kiam-siap enough, can geh. The time, starts late and if i don't have people to send me home, can forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sports..Badminton is still a fave, (again, the racquet is lonely in the cupboard...) Like the cool wind blowing in my face cycling (yet another lonely fella at home in ipoh- the mountain bike) Stuff want to try out include rock climbing, hiking, some super lasak thingy at a Taman Cahaya at Shah Alam..etc etc. Oh, i like basketball too, if you don't take into consideration a headless chicken running around the court (as ppl can testify :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;5. Words..I gotta like em, rite? I get paid to play with em. Never knew that words have such a heavy bearing especially when it comes to influencing ppl to act. hehe. Getting stuck with em is also a norm. Nevertheless, its a fun job, putting aside the at times repetitive, clients who don't know they are killing their stuff with words (as in, many like to over talk in their ad) stuff la. In relation to words and advertising, hence i like advertising too. Add to that the whole mass-media thingamajiggy. It is a rapidly moving industry which seems to be moving away from the traditional and to new styles..and it aint easy to keep up with the changes :/ the information overload!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;6. Traveling..Who doesn't huh? And i like to do the planning :P Admidst the oft' stress of many things to consider, the end result is "emm...emm...good" (pinjam Campbell soup, which btw, its a great tagline- u can imagine an expression like that when enjoying good food.only thing is u'd likely remember its Campbells) oh i digress. For this year, only domestic traveling can be afford-ed (i know, no such word) because all the money has gone to the kitty for someplace :P add to this la, organising stuff :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;7. A little bit of psychology/ human behavioural observations. A friend recommends me a Diagnostic &amp;amp; Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM) to read...erm, its crazily thick ok....haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Erm.. can't keep up with all the above!! The Photoshop tutorial is waiting, i see a HTML crash course book in the office, still many advertising/copywriting related books to read, continue to play the imaginary keyboard in my head...haiyo. Photography..fleeting interest..hehe..As in i do like to take pics but i;m not so into it as finding out about all the canggih-manggih devices..I think i shall end here before the purpose of de-cluttering works otherwise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;So, any suggestions on how to compartmentalise a brain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3388313672158555676?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/3388313672158555676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=3388313672158555676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3388313672158555676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3388313672158555676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/06/brain-clean-up.html' title='Brain clean-up'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-5299706012516759844</id><published>2009-04-30T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:14:06.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unseen friend- mr/mrs/ms/mdm/sir. Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOPE is one thread we consciously or otherwise hold on to each day our of lives. In whatever situation unseen, we always will hope things turn out for the best. Even if we know it will turn out, knowing needs to begin with faith. And faith is a pre-cursor to hope and ultimately love; which i'm taking from a bibilical perspective. Why do we hope? It gives us a glimmer of how the unpredictable will turn out okay, it gives us strength for another day, in the knowledge that being able to wake up is another day waiting to be filled- whatever elements it may be. If we have no hope, we might as well be god, all knowing and then we could control our life. Obviously we aren't and the frailty of our own body and soul was intended so that we may (and choose) to cling on to one greater and the promises we are given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, religion aside. I think that people of all centuries have come to know and embrace this unseen essence of hope. And i'd say that it has never failed. It fails only when we CHoose not to want anything to do with it. The premise of hope may be far-fetched for some. They do not believe that humans should cling on to things that can't be seen ie Hope. That hope is just a word that people foolishly believe in to remove and be blinded by the pains of realities. I know of someone who has taken up a clause to be against hope and yet its not doing him any better. Yes, i may sound like i'm putting this word on such a pedestal but looking at him- who sees life as just a pain, choosing to shut out the flickers of beauty but preffering to wallow in pity and misery is rather disappointing. There was once where he believed but his disbelief lasts way longer than the former. If you watched House M.D you'd know how this someone is like. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to him, i am naive in choosing to believe in a greater unseen, choosing to believe in people but leaving myself so vulnerable. While his observations are pretty spot on, hope its not something i will let go in the present time. It has carried me through for as long as i'd remember. Hope (and faith) was all i had when i was sick, hospitalised. As if it wasn't depressing enough, why wouldn't i hope instead that i would recover? This premise (awful it may seem to some people) carried me through the turmoils in the family- there was nothing much i could do (save for helping out with chores) but hoping in each brand new day. I'm aware i possibly swallow this word too much for my own good and in the world's standards, i'm too easily trusting. Yet it's a feeling that i can't really describe- to be able to trust. I mean, if i'm comfortable and they don't mind me, i'd be quite open. That said, it opens to many possiblities of getting hurt and taken for granted for. I don't deny that i want to give the day a chance, give the people a chance for i'm not deserving of the chance of life  to begin with. It all started with LOVE. The love had FAITH that the people LOVED would in turn HOPE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i have no hope in the heart, i wouldn't be bothered the abovementioned person's indifference and hated attitude to life. I still hope that things will turn around for him, although even if it does, it is still up to him whether to choose hope or continue being miserable..And i don't believe his mantra that he does like to be miserable because man is memang born to suffer. Well, true as it is...isn't life better if there are little sparks of happiness here and there? those sparks are always around, only if we choose to look carefully in the vast skies :) Although i'm weighing his predicament based on the grounds of history of depression, which does messes up the mind and emotions but i do think that he is capable of seeing things in different perspectives. Just that he DOESN'T want to, i believe. Correct me if i'm grossly misjudging (if any counselors happen to read this ^ ^) . After reading his anti-hope note, i seriously feel its miserable not to hope but believe in the human side of us- which to start with is already helpless. So feeling pain and looking to another painful perspective = doubles the misery? Or in pain, believe that the silver lining is somewhere yet to be found, may make waking up easier? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyhows, while one could argue that hope is a gospel spoken too much, promising too much and is just another thing that we humans hold on to tide us over, but i truly digress. From my experiences, the unpredictables feels a little bit clearer with (the last time i'm saying it in this post) H.O.P.E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-5299706012516759844?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/5299706012516759844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=5299706012516759844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5299706012516759844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5299706012516759844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/04/unseen-friend-mrmrsmsmdmsir-hope.html' title='The unseen friend- mr/mrs/ms/mdm/sir. Hope'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-4483895195968798103</id><published>2009-04-13T13:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:56:35.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Places'/><title type='text'>Retreating in the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And so it was last weekend. Thanks to Jasmine who graciously let us crash her brother's pad (where she lives) but the bro is not around most of the time...Situated at the other end from we lived, it brought a picture of a retreat, so to speak lar cos of the distance. Plus the cool air from the 12th floor, it was sheer bliss :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thus on friday nite, 5 of us (inc car owner) bundled into a Kancil from Serdang and headed towards Kelana Jaya for a weekend of 'getting away from it all'   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SeLgKbbtuYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cM0k1elThh8/s200/IMG_6309.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324064179272661378" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Change of environment supposedly helps one to study :) The hall with the super comfy couch and humongous pillows- great for pillow fight! (no la, we didnt) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SeLRzftYRPI/AAAAAAAAAII/ViO0HJczxO0/s200/IMG_6307.jpg" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324048392120714482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; The opulent kitchen (it is to me) where there's everything...i always thought built in cabinets were pleasing :D  p/s: sue looks like she's texting the ingredients of the mineral water to someone ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Part of my retreat includes cooking, which may be quite obvious to those who know me... with sue as the assistant while the other's went splashing in the pool, we whipped up these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SeLTLeejn0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8Kg6LMsem_E/s200/IMG_6348.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324049903618596674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dip for Pretzel. Mix together mayo, chopped parsley,onions, chilli with a dash of tarragon vinegar, salt, sugar n pepper. i wasnt' really thinking when doing, just made a dip cos the pretzel wasn't favourable on its own.. we had these for tea :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SeLU55NcvlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eUOvXwso05Y/s200/IMG_6352.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324051800580210258" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SeLVuNH_fjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uxew2aOudK8/s200/IMG_6357.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324052699279228466" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SeLWZPA2FBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EdBDbExZIr8/s200/IMG_6370.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324053438520497170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Appetizer for the nite. (Left) Chilled garlic chilli prawn on mango . Right- our entree of grilled chicken on mushroom risotto accompanied with vegetables. Far right- dessert of poached pears topped with ice-cream, cookie crumbles n choc chip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SeLfHKetQ0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/wg2iTQZbinI/s200/IMG_6381.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324063023670575938" /&gt;Zee people. Joe &amp;amp; Eunice were our guests :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All our diet caution threw out the window as we gorged ourselves silly even till the midnight where maggi mee was eaten, coffee liquer was drunk (sheridans, though a bit too sweet compared to Baileys), junks, ice cream..went to bed with a full tummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Woke up groggy at the crack of dawn to go for 7.30am service. Easter service at FGA KL feat Pearly Chua &amp;amp; the 2 tenors. She played mary magdalene- a monologue..ok lah her portrayal but prob not worth RM180 for her Emily of Emerald Hill act :D Soon after flew to FSCC for its first Easter service..so churchy eh?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And that was how the weekend was spent... with the people that mattered, doing things that did not feel like work and feeding the tummy with food :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-4483895195968798103?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/4483895195968798103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=4483895195968798103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4483895195968798103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4483895195968798103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/04/retreating-in-city.html' title='Retreating in the city'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SeLgKbbtuYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cM0k1elThh8/s72-c/IMG_6309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-5326293615339666413</id><published>2009-04-06T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:56:54.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>work lunchboxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Came across an article why bringing your own lunch to work may be damaging to one's career. Apparently it sort of shows that you're not earning enough to even have lunch outside, it brings down your reputation (esp if yr of high level position) and possibly the most difficult issue would be the social side of things, with the colleagues. Lunch hour is regarded a time to interact, a break from the hum-drum of the office and bringing your lunch sort of makes you the anti-socialist. Full article found here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chow.com/stories/10673?tag=main_body;item-Story-10673"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.chow.com/stories/10673?tag=main_body;item-Story-10673&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Quite possible that these people are talking about the topic in a Western context, and i've seen that westerners can sometimes be very stiff-ish about little things, a bit prudish perhaps. As i look upon this topic in my context, i wonder if i'm damaging myself as well :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, i bring my lunch almost everyday simply for the fact the food around where i work are expensive and not up to my standard. I would have to spend an average of RM8 a day for lunch (that is if they decide to go to the lower end places) and with my puny salary, i'd be left with nothing. I've already been branded the tapau queen and the day that i'd go out with them is surprising. I seriously wonder if my colleagues think i'm such an anti-social. The other thing is i'm not supposed to eat outside food so much because of its high sodium, msg,oil content.Too offset things, they do mention that they would be willing to pay me to prepare lunch for them as well. Haha, to which i wouldnt mind but i don't have a car to transport the food :(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If you read the post from the link i posted, i would gather that people over there sort of think its a horrible thing to pack your own food. Heck, in the light of this economy, i couldn't care much as its already not easy saving from the salary i have. And seriously packing food has saved me a lot of money and unneccessary bad nutrients :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, the times i go out for lunch also the conversation pretty much evolves around complaining this person and that..which is i suppose not healthy for me as i have the tendency to join in because of the majority is talking about it. Although there are many times i missed out on stuff la, (i mean not related to the bitchings). Yet, i've gotten quite comfortable bringing my own food and starting to feel if i should cut it down..Hmm...Though i wouldn't say i don't get along with my colleagues, perhaps just not as much lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah well, social etiquettes n rules fail me at times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-5326293615339666413?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/5326293615339666413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=5326293615339666413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5326293615339666413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5326293615339666413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-lunchboxes.html' title='work lunchboxes'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2216854114092609104</id><published>2009-03-26T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:56:54.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>for a beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Not long after the post on my grandparents, we were all shocked that God decided it was time to bring Ah Kong to paradise. Though we know death is a part of life, but it was greatly unexpected. Yea, 84 is a long life to be lived but we weren't prepared. If someone was old and sick, it would sort of give us the preparation that one will go anytime and also offer some kind of comfort that there's no more suffering. Ah Kong wasn't sick at all, he went about his usual Friday routine driving his queen to the saloon (at 83, she's more vain than i am at 23 -_-) and all. In the evening, after he showered he just mentioned rest a while cos chest pain, to which Ah Mah didnt think much about and continued with TV. Less than 5mins later she turned to ask him how he felt, by then he was already in heaven. Without a sound, without a last gasp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was stunned for any words when i got the news, why, i only met him the past week when he was down in KL to see his beloved baby grandson, he was hale and hearty. Guess that was why it was harder to let go for all of us. Not to mention, he was possibly the best dad and grandad one could ever have :) Yet, i thank GOd that he lived a good life, his way of life, character and attitudes ever so heart-warming and i always thought if the world had more people like Ah Kong, it would be a better place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Its gonna be two weeks tomorrow.. if urban legends were anything to go by, well then Friday the 13th (March 13) was one sad day. The tears have flowed and dried, i find myself smiling when i think of him, instead of dripping tears the first few days. As i talk about him, i'm grateful and glad for all the time i had with Ah Kong and that as Min quoted "assurance is a joy many can't have" for we know where he is and we will meet in time :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lots of love to sweet pea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-2216854114092609104?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2216854114092609104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2216854114092609104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2216854114092609104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2216854114092609104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-beloved.html' title='for a beloved'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2317027037893962539</id><published>2009-03-03T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:55:33.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Hold the showers!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh man, hoping and praying that tomorrow night would be clear skies and cool breeze....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the Jason Mraz gig at Stadium Negara, which i believe its open air?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes God, please hold the waters for one night? Thank you in advance :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-2317027037893962539?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2317027037893962539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2317027037893962539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2317027037893962539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2317027037893962539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/03/hold-showers.html' title='Hold the showers!!!!'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-7351600156788850266</id><published>2009-02-04T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:46:41.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Got tagged on FB to do this random things about me but i don't think the facts are of any interest out there...But for fun, i'll do it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1. I crashed my car into a small palm tree, killing it because the poor thing was uprooted all the way. The owner lamented to my mum that her tree was just bearing fruit and has died. Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2. Cooking the whole day is very satisfying. Having people eat it and not have tummy aches is better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;3. I have a beef with John Keats, a poet. Used to struggle with his works way back in Form6. Tak faham dengan dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;4. I travelled back to KL from Ipoh, only to realise i left my KL house keys in Ipoh. "-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5. Tears rolled on my piano keys when i was made to practice. I subsequently quit at 11years old. Now i'm thinking of trying again :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;6. I celebrated Xmas 2008 by running from Pasar Seni LRT to PuduRaya to catch my bus to Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;7. Performing onstage gives me shivers. I'd take of my specs so i wouldn't see anything. Audience participation probably don't work for me. Anyway i rarely perform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;8. During a tertiary students fellowship's Valentine's Day event, the MC dragged me out to dance. I got paired with a stranger. All the 'volunteered' pairs had to follow 2 pretty pro &amp;amp; practiced dancers steps. Needless to say, it was a messy affair. At least for my partner &amp;amp; I. Haha. My roomate had a good laugh after the event. -_- Me &amp;amp; my 2 left feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;9. People think i don't own skirts. i DO..just that no1 has seen it..in KL at least :) I would buy a dress if one of my friends get married and wear to her wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;10. I'm a coffee addict. I need 1 cup daily else my headache comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;11. i can't really think of something i don't eat/ drink except powdered milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;12. i can shower in 5minutes. That's why i always 'chup' 1st place to shower during camps :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;13. i'm a loser..of my stuffs. Possessions lost include handphones, camera, bagpack etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;14. Umbrellas are probably jinxed in my hands. Since 2005 till now, i've gone through more than 10 umbrellas which i use very little of :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;15. Long hair does not work really well on me. I straightened it once to less than favourable reviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;16. Zoos are the last place i'd pay to visit. Don't like animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;17. i assume i have an aunty look. Aunties like to ask me questions about things i'm buying. Example, "is the fish nice"? "how much is the fish?" "is this detergent good?" yada yada...sigh. Old before time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;18. i'm still contemplating whether or not to go on G-Force: a reverse bungee ride. It cost RM50 and wondering if its worth scaring myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;19. Raced bicycle with a 7/8 year old kid when i was 12years old and i rode into the drain. Damn embarassing. I only learnt how to cycle at 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;20. When i get bored with copywriting, i may find a job in a restaurant. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;21. KLPAC is addictive!! ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;22. I ate at Jalan Alor for the first time on 03/Feb/2009. i've been in KL for more than 3 years and never been there. Sadly, we chose the wrong stall to eat...no good :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;23. Got lost while walking on a highway in Damansara. The distance from A-B looked walkable as i was riding in a cab. Therefore i decided to walk back- good exercise after eating. However, i got confused and ended up walking on the highway. It was freaky! Took a bus back in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;24. I wouldn't think of going for a Merdeka parade. I did catch the 50th one though, mainly because i was assigned to it as an intern reporter. My first and guess would be the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;25. I tend to notice unimportant and unneccessary things and most probably overlook the important ones :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;26. I wanted to learn taekwando but i was too concious of being barefooted and i thought making the sounds when punching/kicking/etc was a bit weird. So i never learnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;27. Basketball is fun but i've never dribbled. All i do when i get the ball is throw to someone else. I do have the occasional scoring. The court is a bit of a danger zone for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;28. I was adamant in moving out of hostel after my first year. However, i ended up staying there each sem save for the sem of internship. I'd rather the hostel than the houses in Serdang. I'm quite afraid of the houses for some reason. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;29. I played boy's toys when i was young, rough games etc. No barbie-dolls thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;30. Sarcasm is a great thing :D However, i think Lameness has over-rode the former.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;That should do....Almost all facts are useless to know :p but the whole point is being RANDOM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-7351600156788850266?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/7351600156788850266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=7351600156788850266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7351600156788850266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7351600156788850266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-things.html' title='Random things'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-5377712445801816403</id><published>2009-02-04T11:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:19:18.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>Of Old Times &amp; sweet gestures :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;During CNY, Ah Kong ajak-ed for lunch and I said I didn't have car on that day to go out. He immediately said fetch us there. Dapat free makan, free transport from the oldest person in the family, padahal I should be the one doing it huh. Anyway, sitting in the car with my grandparents, going for lunch sure brought back memories. When my sister and i were younger (when i was still in primary school), my parents worked during weekends at the turf club. Ah Kong &amp;amp; Ah Ma would bring us out for lunch. Hence my knowledge of great foods around Ipoh- I grew up with them :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It felt the same that day except Ah Kong is now almost 10 years older and his driving needs constant help from passengers to alert him for oncoming traffic and such. One of my favourite places to go would be the famous 'House of Mirrors' where i found it fascinating that Ah Kong would pour the 'chee cheong fun' sauce on his own and bring it to us kids. I know that it should be our job but grandpa is sweet in his own little ways :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Since I'm on the subject of grandparents, given a chance i would pick them as my grandparents all over again :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Ah Kong is 'cool' cos he still tools around in his MATRIX at 84years old to do stuff, they really do think about us always. When I was hospitalised almost 12years ago, i distinctly remember the sight of Ah Kong visiting me daily with a pot of chicken soup with macaroni &amp;amp; veggies cos he didn't think the food at General Hospital was any good. That was warming (literally &amp;amp; figuratively). When i was transfered to KL GH, Ah Mah actually brought a pot of 'bubur cha cha' all the way!! Actually it was more for my visitors than me lah..But the atmosphere in my hospital room was like a circus with my aunty bringing me Fish&amp;amp;Chips, my cousin doing StarWars impersonations &amp;amp; juggling grapes, ppl eating bubur cha cha etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh back to the subject, each time Ah Kong buys something to eat, tak pernah ketinggalan our portion. Whatever it may be lah, he'll sure get for us. While i was in uni, during times i came home, he will buy this and that for me to eat. Even make chicken soup, because he said "in uni, no good food to eat, everyday you eat roti canai". Haha. Ah Mah also very cute- she gives us RM10 pocket money per month to buy 'kueh'. Many times when i was a poor student, the Rm10 was a gift! For the older generation, i guess they believe when we embark on a new chapter of life ie studies, work, must start off with something. Therefore always give angpow to 'gao-gao tak chek' (study properly) to any grandchild who goes uni. Even when I started working, they gave me some $ to buy stuff i needed. I remember Ah Kong's quote. "take the money (Rm50) and buy a nice blouse to go to work". Adorable it is ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The way to a heart is through the stomach rings true in the sense that my dear grandparents show care and love by supplicating my stomach. Always ask what i wanna eat when i return:) Very chinese, i must say. On the other end, they are very western as they are affectionate in their words and like hugs &amp;amp; kisses ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Ah Kong is now 84 and Ah Mah 83. I thank GOD that both of them are still able to manage living on their own, have an appetite for food, and are generally in good health, no major problems. Although Ah Mah does have leg pain, HBP but i think that's stuff most old people experience. All in all, they are great grandparents and love them lots!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-5377712445801816403?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/5377712445801816403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=5377712445801816403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5377712445801816403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5377712445801816403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-old-times-sweet-gestures.html' title='Of Old Times &amp; sweet gestures :)'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-810655897160259669</id><published>2009-01-15T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:51:47.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>The reason why i'm a copywriter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SW6mPE3bxbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PchvQEgoalw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SW6mPE3bxbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PchvQEgoalw/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291349390141408690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Can you guess what it is? Its one word and an occupation. During Pictionary I had to draw it and only one person managed to guess.. Everyone else was baffled :P Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-810655897160259669?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/810655897160259669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=810655897160259669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/810655897160259669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/810655897160259669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/01/reason-why-im-copywriter.html' title='The reason why i&apos;m a copywriter...'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SW6mPE3bxbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PchvQEgoalw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2288743019391430326</id><published>2009-01-12T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:54:28.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Wishlist 2009 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Saja- saja I'm writing this but anyone of this would be greatly appreciated :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;1) Proper non-stick pan. Pans at home are so not for making pancakes! For example la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; "&gt;3) Nice full length mirror. I only have a mirror to look at my face every morning. Vanity must rank way down my list.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; "&gt;7) Travel. Ajaklah saya jikalau anyone has any plans :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;8) Try to re-learn piano. If i can do it, perhaps get a cheap second-hand keyboard. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;9) More drive &amp;amp; heart for my job. Sometimes i'm up, sometimes not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;10) Car? can live with or without it actually....A car would greatly reduce my ability to go makan &amp;amp; go places wor....This one is a 'whatever' wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;For now, this are the stuff I wish to have or do...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-2288743019391430326?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2288743019391430326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2288743019391430326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2288743019391430326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2288743019391430326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2009/01/wishlist-2009.html' title='Wishlist 2009 :)'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3891541617409772568</id><published>2008-12-30T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:44:00.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>De'  DEcember</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Christmas cards &amp;amp; cookies making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ber-karaoke twice but did not sing at all in one session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Potbless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Met an old school friend at an exhibition after 4yrs, i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Almost losing money control in the small town of Hadyai by shoppinng for cheap stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Losing a handphone and am now very contact-less as did not back-up :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Forgetting to bring house keys back to KL from Ipoh, resulting in monetary loss to open up the locks :/ plus membonceng locksmith's motorbike back to house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Singapore trip, where my heart nearly dropped out boarding the bus. it started off by falling into temptation of going to The Curve for X'mas eve dinner, whereby Weng would drop me off at Kelana Jaya LRT so that i can go to PuduRaya. Thru the traffic jam and all, i reached Kelana Jaya (KJ) at 11.20pm, to which my bus was 11.55pm. It takes about half hour to get to Masjid Jamek (if i change train to Plaza Rakyat). I calculated that i'd probably be late but was hoping for grace of bus driver to wait about 5mins? In trepidation, the train from KJ only moved at 11.30pm! by then shd i reach Masjid Jamek, there would be no more train to go Plaza Rakyat. Thus I decided to stop at Pasar Seni and make a mad dash to Pudu. My travel companions had to hold the bus for me. While I ran like a crazy woman on the streets of Petaling Street from 11.55pm, reaching the bus panting and with pounding heart at 12midnite. With a dishevelled look i had to walk till the end of the bus, feeling super embarassed as everyone had to wait. In the lion city,went to Orchard Road for Xmas, Clarke Quay to jalan2, VivoCity &amp;amp; Sentosa, Mint Musuem of Toys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And now, thinking about what to do to end 2008 and usher in 2009 :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3891541617409772568?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/3891541617409772568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=3891541617409772568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3891541617409772568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3891541617409772568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-december.html' title='De&apos;  DEcember'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3956057305406741969</id><published>2008-12-23T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:44:09.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Yuney's snickets of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Two unfortunate events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;1) Losing a given HP and having the thief use it to download caller ringtones and what not before i barred the line..Then i have to pay for the idiot's moment of fun. I now have Mobileophobia which is not daring to take any HP that is remotely more advance than my old faithful Nokia 3120. It has served me many years and is continueing it's service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;2) Realising that I did not bring my KL house keys back from Ipoh when i reached KL. That really made me feel sick....Plus all my housemates are back in their hometowns and the spare key is hung at the back of the locked wooden door. Dengan menumpang the locksmith's bike, we went home and he opened 3 locks and charged me an expensive lesson of RM115! Sigh...I will never be rich like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Now, if i'm superstitious I'd believe that these events are to stop worse things from happening but I don't think I should. In the midst of having fun in Hadyai, this should happen...Ish and it's all brought on by myself.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3956057305406741969?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/3956057305406741969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=3956057305406741969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3956057305406741969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3956057305406741969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/12/yuneys-snickets-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='Yuney&apos;s snickets of unfortunate events'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-1254123121231077175</id><published>2008-11-13T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:34:23.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Working life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wash up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dress up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Train travel with a book (20 min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walk to office (1/2 hour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Train travel (30min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walk home (1/2 hour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prepare lunch box for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watch DVD / TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Read a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eyes auto close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Repeat cycle 5 days a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Routine-dom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yet the days fly by...many days i feel like i have not been as productive as i hoped to be. i try to do more at night but my mind just wanna go sleep..gosh, i'm so guilty of sleeping so much :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-1254123121231077175?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/1254123121231077175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=1254123121231077175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1254123121231077175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1254123121231077175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-life.html' title='Working life'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-335628714208816066</id><published>2008-11-07T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:59:29.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>A tale of clumsy &amp; unfortunate incidents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been nicknamed clumsy / blur for obvious reasons with accompanying incidents that people still recall after so long. Very funny meh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) First year, first sem. Y' know those professional shirts with collar, long sleeve and button? I had presentation that day- actually i had a 1/3 chance to present but my groupmates wanted me to get picked to present n made me wear smartly. anyway, it had been awhile since i put that shirt on. it felt a bit strange when buttoning but i just thought i forgot how it felt like already. i buttoned up n went out like nothing. While squishing into the bus, someone nicely told me that i had my shirt INSIDE OUT. I wonder how many noticed before i did, n i rushed to change it back upon reaching the faculty. The laughs continued when friends actually tested the way i buttoned up and said its impossible not to notice the 'terbalik' of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) For the first three semesters in uni, there had been the spills and the 'thrills' from people hearing about my falling stories. Sem 1, missed a step getting down the uni bus and landed on my big fat bottom right in front of descending and alighting passengers. Needless to say, the ego hurt more than the bum. My friend was aghast and quickly dragged me up and ran off from the scene. Sem 2, in the packed bus with every inch of space maxed out, I was trying my best to stand firmly. Looking for places to place my hand, it was hard to find. Suddenly, the bus braked and it looked like i had a crush on the driver when i nearly fell on him! Such embarassment, got down at the next stop and didnt wanna take the bus the driver was in for a period of time. Sem 3, again the curse of missing a step. But this time, landed awkwardly on my left foot and immediate swelling ensued. It was like a big pau for a few days and all my friends did was first laugh n shook their head as they have heard one too many similar stories. I think i fell on stairs from running up or down hastily, numerous times in the hostel as well. Sem 4 was accident free, there should be la but nothing super-ly 'memorable'. Sem 5, as I was intern-ing in The Star, I rushed down to meet my friend and jumped off a pretty high step, didnt land properly and fell down as though i was prostrating before an oncoming Mercedes Benz -_-. Aiyo, it probably looked like i was desperate for a rich husband who could afford this luxury. Sem 6, was pretty safe, safe for the little almost trips here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) This one was dubbed 'drama'. I decided to wear heels one day (ppl who know me will know i rarely do). Whilst i was walking to the bus stop to wait for the bus that takes us to church, the sky was gravely graying. Walking faster, with the wind howling and threatening to blow my brolly away, i suddenly felt something funny on my right foot. Looking down, i saw the strap on the front part putus-ed. The show didnt have a back strap, which would offer some support. So i thought of walkin wit one proper shoe slowly to the bus stop b4 calling for assistance. Few steps later, the rain descended, plus the other strap on the left foot broke as well! My umbrella was weak to protect me, thus i was already half wet. Walked barefooted on wet tar to the shed and called a friend to bring slippers so i could dash up to change shoe. In the heavy rain, i probably ran the fastest in my life uphill to my room on the fourth floor to wipe myself half dry n change shoe. Out of breath, i ran back down where the bus was here already. Thinking that i could finally sit n rest, i entered the bus, closed my umbrella....and it rained again in the bus. The donkey umbrella was blown upwards, collecting water and naturally fell when i closed it. So much for dryness.....nearly had pneumonia that nite, i supposed. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Its Friday, and I'm not in a mood for anything. Noticed that this entry is full of 'I's. Narcissism to the max. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-335628714208816066?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/335628714208816066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=335628714208816066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/335628714208816066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/335628714208816066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/11/tale-of-clumsy-unfortunate-incidents.html' title='A tale of clumsy &amp; unfortunate incidents'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-7051659073867242452</id><published>2008-11-04T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:30:36.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>Everywhere else but there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;My mind that is. It could be the ever-so-easy to blame PMS, which holds true to a certain percentage. Yet, at this point of time i'm supposed to focus on my work which GOD had so graciously gave me, but here i am with a feeling to blog and abuse my keyboard :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I berate myself many times that i cannot compartmentalise my thoughts and multi task and because of this i kinda feel cacat while working. my brain doesnt seem to function as fast as everybody else and it doesnt also seem to have a switch button in it. I can't do thing A and formulate thing B at the back of my head. When i know that A is still pending and time is short and i'm asked to do B, i become very kelam-kabut although in the end, its probably no big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Want to go to Haadyai for a mission trip in December, its a 12 day thing and should i decide to go for the duration, i would need to take all my leave even before my one year of service is up! But to go for half-half is potong stim. Yet the rational self says that difficulties adjusting in one week is not as bad as 2 weeks, where i can't run to moderate comfort if i really can't take it. Yea, despite how i think i'm able to adjust, adapt and be independent, somehow the surroundings especially unknown is the biggest worry i have about the trip. Of course, assuming I do make it, it is my maiden mission trip. Usually I pass the mission news in the bulletin, but somehow i looked at this bulletin numerous times since it came out. It could be something there, I really don't know. I wanna talk (more like write) to someone, just to allay my insecurities and get practical advice. Right now, I'm waiting for the co-ordinator to get back to me as he is rather busy now. And there's time till 30 Nov to decide. My heart longs to go, but the will of God is stronger i feel, if Father knows that it is not the right time, i will accept it. On the other hand, i know and believe that god won't turn away a willing heart? but he will make things happen in HIS time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;THANK YOU is a phrase that bears much meaning, its the gratitude and appreciation, the humbling knowledge that, despite myself there is ONE who thinks that I am able of more because HE does no wrong in creating any being. There is never enough things to thank god for, from the little things that i neglect to the great things where i need his presence and love even more. Most of all is the grace and mercy HIS heart finds to forgive me of the horrendous things that i think and do, things that i'm conciously aware its wrong yet do, also the things that i do not see which may have hurt HIM. I need to have the grace to forgive people who have unconciously hurt me, when surely they do not know for i never voiced it. Jeez, feeling so emo today for no reason, PMS can really make one at a loss. Emotions are such a tricky element, would i be less hurt if i wasn't on the cycle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, all i need is appreciation, a simple TQ and I don't expect any things. I admit that i've said that no need so overly 'hak hei' but sometimes i just need and want to hear it, i'm sorry for being fickle. I know they wouldn't be affected if i don't do it, but i just intend to at least help. I'd rather they tell me that i'm very 'fan' and its out of obligation and not wasting that they take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm tired of telling YOU that its time to talk and listen to YOU because i cant never keep to my promises. if i make promises just to break them, pointless it is. still have not found the kind of joy, peace that people talk about in spending time with YOU. perhaps i'm just not trying hard enough or i never had the intention to begin with. fully trust/ surrender is something that is super hard to do. there were very few instances that i actually could let go of all and let god have HIS way. Oh, my faithlessnesss is higher than the mountains &amp;amp; deeper than the sea (probably)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Whatever la, perhaps its not good to wallow in emotions anyway, need to focus on work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-7051659073867242452?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/7051659073867242452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=7051659073867242452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7051659073867242452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7051659073867242452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/11/everywhere-else-but-there.html' title='Everywhere else but there'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-8027295059894059173</id><published>2008-10-10T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:30:55.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Random ramblings while its raining</title><content type='html'>Had too much oats this week. Breakfast muesli, lunch granola bar all full with oats. And I think its starting to make me a bit gassy..Fiber overload. Not forgetting all the fruits &amp;amp; veges throughout the day. Of course I cheated here and there lar- chocolates, brownies, big pau etc. Shouldnt't hukum diri so much lar, after all I walk quite a lot each day. (self consolation...:p) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna work four hours tomorrow distributing stickers (its my first time). Just hope I don't have to talk a lot (if at all). Simple job, easy money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to start planning for transport, timing and leave for the convo week. Anyone kind enuf to loan me a car? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the impending wisdom tooth removal is inevitable. Will be fainting at it end of the month, rendering me unable to eat mutton curry during deepavali when I'm back in Ipoh.. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, the rain has stopped..better run. I was being cocky saying that people who take train wont be stuck in the jam. padan muka sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-8027295059894059173?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/8027295059894059173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=8027295059894059173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8027295059894059173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8027295059894059173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-ramblings-while-its-raining.html' title='Random ramblings while its raining'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-7305869976572286176</id><published>2008-09-17T17:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:30:25.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Freak show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You don't need an 'Idiot's guide to Politics' to know what nonsense it's turning the country into. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are probably Oscar winners in terms of 'How not to govern a country' &amp;amp; there is 'no country for eat pork people'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Both parties are busy conjuring up their magic show and indeed its an entertaining (albeit sorry) drama. Disappearing acts have been appearing recently,not weaved by their own hands but by the powers that be. Justice is indeed diminishing in this land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, I'm no pundit to talk about these, which explains the lack of articulation here. All I know is things better be resolved fast and like Raja Nazrin said (thank goodness, one logical word after so long) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;focus on helping the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;". Such a basic thought, yet seems profound in these times. Million and one things are in need of doing in the country, and with this merry-go-round of political drama, nothing is moving...well, perhaps investors lah who are moving out or declining to come in. In the end, whoever wins probably ends up gloryfying themselves anyway, and things remain just as it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I do have hope, but probably just so much yet I don't see myself moving away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yet I'm at fault, because I forgot to register and vote for the election.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyday's news is just reports of words coming out of various politicians...words that have no bearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;STOP IT already.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-7305869976572286176?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/7305869976572286176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=7305869976572286176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7305869976572286176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7305869976572286176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/09/freak-show.html' title='Freak show'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-5517536672716802460</id><published>2008-08-27T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:46:37.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>I flee thee, needle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being a female, earrings are one of girl's best accessories but not me. I don't even have piercings. When my grandmother dragged me to the goldsmith to get pierced, so I can be pretty &amp;amp; inherit her precious earrings, I made a drama in the shop and managed to wiggle my way out. Fuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then under peer influence, I actually went by myself to pierce. Hokkien say "tiau tee" (purposely) lah. The girl in a normal accessory shop no experience, I asked for one hole on the earlobe &amp;amp; the other on the upperpart of the ear. After she did the former, she proceeded. I was feeling so cold and scared but cannot lose face in front of friend :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I braced myself for the other shot (more painful cos the cartilage part of the ear), *pop* the gun went off. Horror of horrors, she realised it was outta alignment. And proceeded to pull it out. Ouch! &amp;amp; asked me if I wanna get it *popped* again. I didn't &amp;amp; went back with one ear hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then it got infected &amp;amp; swelled probably cos I did not really jaga. To the point the stud was kinda embedded &amp;amp; bleeding along with the gross yellow substance. Dad being dad, commenced to remove the stud. Sakit! I did think about re-piercing after it healed, but after seeing how ma-fan my sister took care of her freshly pierced ears, I decided that I had better things to do then to watch my ears. "-_-" was the expression when I accompanied a guy &amp;amp; watched him pierce his ears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which I reckoned earrings don't really suit me either. I embarassingly admit that I wore fake earrings before :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think that tattoos are cool as well, but I personally cannot bring myself to do it. Just the imagination of the needle pricking my skin is enough to make me back out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Injections? I think the last time I ever had one, coupled with shivering and hati kecut feeling was way back in standard 6. I even skipped the mandatory tetanus jab because I heard its like fire! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only reason why I will let a needle on me is during my routine blood tests, which I'm numb to already :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even threading eyebrows I resisted despite the promise of nicer looking brows &amp;amp; that it does not hurt. Persuasion from close friends also didn't help, I could even wince while watching them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not a sucker for pain.&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/163195726537067562-5517536672716802460?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/5517536672716802460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=5517536672716802460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5517536672716802460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5517536672716802460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-flee-thee-needle.html' title='I flee thee, needle'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-4828688680953499056</id><published>2008-08-22T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:46:37.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Failed miserably...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Willpower was snapped easily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Resolve to try again or procrastinate?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Likely to choose the latter :P Just because I love it (them) so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So embarrassing to say by Day 2 out of the 5 days, I've already succumbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Detoxification. No snacks, no dairy, no caffeine (??!!) &amp;amp; a host of other things too painful to mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Only fruits, veggies (steamed, no oil), lots of water in order to cleanse the system &amp;amp; rid all the toxins in the body. 5 lonngggg days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*Deep breath* I will try again next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Get thee behind me, satan!"( great tasting but detrimental food) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shalt be tummy happy today cos its Friday. Subsequently for the weekend too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Out :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/163195726537067562-4828688680953499056?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/4828688680953499056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=4828688680953499056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4828688680953499056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4828688680953499056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/08/failed-miserably.html' title=''/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2564953544522980459</id><published>2008-08-14T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:06:58.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Perfection is Overrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;In the pursuit of perfection, the uniqueness of an individual was ignored. While some people actually said 'who cares' to the revelation that the girl singing (rather lip synching) at the Olympics opening, to me it was rather insulting to the original singer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Who decreed that the sweet voiced girl who must have practiced long and hard to perfect the song was not pretty enough to be on the world stage? I'm not sure if people would actually make a comment about this little girl who is at her teething age of 7 years, is too 'ugly' to be seen. I believe we are a world (perhaps I'm idealistic) who have the class to appreciate a good voice when we hear and see one. Heck, millions of commercial singers out there are selling their music with their looks, and the public is going goo-ga-ga for them. Oh, perhaps thats where the organizers saw the point of replacing the singer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The Olympics is about sports, yes, but the human spirit figures quite a bit in it. The human spirit that pushes the athletes to go when they could no longer go, the celebration of unity in diversity with all the different races, religion &amp;amp; languages coming together. Each individual is made special, and I really don't see the point of denying Pei Yi (the original singer) the opportunity to take pride in her singing. She's cute with the crooked teeth and she should be acknowledged for her efforts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;While some said that the public should be told it was Mioke lip-synching the song, I wouldn't imagine the organisers announcing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"sien chai wo men ch'ng Mioke chang ger, tan se poo ser Mioke cher chee chang. Chern ter kuoh so ser Pei Yi, tan se wo men chwei te tah poo ko piau liang"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Now we invite Mioke to sing a song but she is not the singer. The original singer is Pei Yi but we felt that she isn't pretty enough to show the world)&lt;/span&gt; ok,my mandarin sucks. Anyway, nobody in the right frame of the perfection mind would say it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The organizer defended themselves by saying "it was about projecting the right image for China without regards to honesty and the audience". I'm not against having everything picture perfect but to block uniqueness and individuality is  not the right, in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Must we be so perfect? Society has built itself this way, that if we don't score full marks, we are deemed useless. Its sickening, and it probably kills all individuality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A damning cycle, if everyone were to be perfect in the little unwritten guide book of life by humans, we would be God. Wait a minute, some do paint the image of God in their own likeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Now, I don't know why I'm so worked up  over this issue. I suppose  I wasn't pushed to by anyone to achieve perfection, to be the top of my class. Instead, I was one who took my life in my own pace and whatever i did and however badly i did, I wasn't punished. I had encouragement and support for the decisions I made, and appreciation was given to me. All these made me feel warm, and assured me that I didn't have to outperform anyone but simply do things that I enjoy doing. I don't know, if my life was the other way round, that i had to project myself picture-esque, I guess I wouldn't disagree so much with what the organizers did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Perfection has it perks, yet it sucks in some ways. &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/163195726537067562-2564953544522980459?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2564953544522980459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2564953544522980459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2564953544522980459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2564953544522980459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfection-is-overrated.html' title='Perfection is Overrated'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-4212703319630147260</id><published>2008-08-12T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:00:40.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Cleansing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Almost certain on embarking on a 'torturous' journey called detoxification. For a week, I will be nature friendly by eating grains, veggies, fruits &amp;amp; yoghurt. Please, nobody tempts me in these 7 days, gosh I suppose its gonna be real tough. Especially me being my own enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently people who have done it claim to have more energy &amp;amp; less fatigue wor. I'd like that feeling:) And it's ok to get rid of the rubbish that is accumulated. However, they take a certain detox product lah, which I don't think I would because I can't simply take substances that I'm not sure of. So probably my efforts would be tougher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, despite my intentions, my sleepyhead protestations gets the better of me to get up in the mornings for a short, light jog :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Therefore, this detox program would be a test. Thinking bout how many ways to eat one's veggies &amp;amp; fruits. Willpower is the greatest ingredient....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I will begin...............next week lah, this week will have loads of rich food to devour so makes sense to colon cleanse after all that calorie inducing stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ipoh eats, I'm coming soon :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/163195726537067562-4212703319630147260?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/4212703319630147260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=4212703319630147260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4212703319630147260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4212703319630147260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/08/cleansing.html' title='Cleansing'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-7668923967953952073</id><published>2008-08-04T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:25:09.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Places'/><title type='text'>PASSION KL 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SJZ7-MIGlQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bxS4AsCbE2M/s1600-h/s8736853415_7814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SJZ7-MIGlQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bxS4AsCbE2M/s200/s8736853415_7814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230504325574726914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Louie Giglio, Chris Tomlin, Charlie Hall= PASSION Conference. First time the team made a stop at KL and the arena which was Sunway Convention Centre was fully packed.&lt;br /&gt;The event cost only Rm20 because it is for charity and not for the benefit of the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Found their approach different &amp;amp; new because for each city they stop at, they will collect an offering for the expenses of the next city they visit. Which means its a cycle of blessing for each city they tour, and Manila's university students contributed RM40K for us Malaysians &amp;amp; the latest update from &lt;a href="http://www.268generation.com"&gt;www.268generation.com&lt;/a&gt; was that Malaysians contributed about RM55K for PASSION Jakarta! Whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary though, even downright cynical I must admit. I thought it was just another "scream, jump, hands flailing" hyped up songs and "feel-good" message kinda thing. But since it was only Rm20, well i thought nothing to lose lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thus, I had to follow fellow housemates out real early cos they were volunteering (btw, event only opened to aged 17-25) so those volunteers are the so called 'over-aged' people who want to attend but cannot, so to speak. Then, I simply asked if they need more help and the person in charge allowed me :) shhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did registration for people who have paid &amp;amp; yet to collect tickets. And we also became privatised ticket dealers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok ok, back to the event. It was awesome, it was really worship focused and its been quite a while that I had a good time worshiping. The musicians did not try to hype up the audience, but they were just being themselves and letting GOD work through them. The audience didn't need any hyping up as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Louie spoke about what PASSION has been centered around all these years, it was really good, and he injected some humour in it as well. "Oh, you GOD have called me, wait let me go PRAY about it first" (Louie) LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Their sole point all the time is Isaiah 26v8, which says &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes, LORD, walking in the way of your laws,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;       we wait for you;       your name and renown        are the desire of our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; Just one verse yet he drew a big picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I don't really recall what he said about the verse, I guess no one would forget about the story of Ashley, how she made a dramatic transformation in the 3 months she knew GOD. He read to us a portion of her journal &amp;amp; how she had a less than ideal life- partying, broken family, less than healthy BGR, you get the gist. Then along came a god-loving new flatmate whom Ashley thought was holier-than-thou. But somehow, God had written that this flatmate come into Ashley's life &amp;amp; help her find the light turn her life around. The ending was so unexpected, I almost thought that Ashley was gonna walk out when Louie stopped talking. Instead, Ashley is now with the Lord due to an accident. Louie got her journal from her family members as a gift and is sharing her story wherever he goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The point being?From my perspective and how the message got across to me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The death of Jesus erased all the wrong in our lives- the past, present and future. Are you able to believe that you don't have to prove yourself righteous and do good for the sole reason of getting a chance to go to the apparent elusive place of heaven? Its a place for everyone, there are no VIP passes to get in. The only pass you ever need is your heart believing that Christ took your wrong, and no matter how dastardly you think your life maybe &amp;amp; searching for ways to comfort yourself or how to escape- HE already knew &amp;amp; took your place on the cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, being a Christian does not mean I'm a goodie-2-shoes. While there are certain precepts I should abide, I am still a human with a free &amp;amp; weak will to succumb to wrong. Yet that doesn't mean I should deliberately exercise wrong just because I have been forgiven anyway. Although its not the easiest thing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statement- while we humans are desperately scrambling through life finding satisfaction, which by the way is a never-ending quest. 2000 years ago, the cup of life was already poured out through Christ. Your life was already uniquely written by ONE man, who is still around, who will be your BFF and listen to you whine, cry, rejoice with you, walk with you etc :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question- what quenches your thirst? Which cup would you want to drink from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/163195726537067562-7668923967953952073?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/7668923967953952073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=7668923967953952073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7668923967953952073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7668923967953952073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/08/passion-kl-2008.html' title='PASSION KL 2008'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SJZ7-MIGlQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bxS4AsCbE2M/s72-c/s8736853415_7814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-8466108385817857314</id><published>2008-07-22T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:25:11.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Places'/><title type='text'>Value for $$ &amp; Luxury</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;4 adults, 3 mains, 1 starter, 1 sky juice = Rm29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:85%;" &gt;sans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;taxes. Could hardly believed our eyes, happily paid &amp;amp; adjourned to the next agenda of watching a free musical :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a day of economism, starting off with Bijou Bazaar where I picked up 5 shirts (2nd hand) for Rm30! While searching for an affordable place to eat in the ever apparent (only because society deemed it to be) hip upscale Bangsar &amp;amp; running out of time to be punctual on the play- we glanced at the menu outside one Angel Cafe, nodded at the OK prices n went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWJeYrg_6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YO2RyTNYr4E/s1600-h/IMG_4205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225734097747378082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWJeYrg_6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YO2RyTNYr4E/s200/IMG_4205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This mushroom brushetta kinda looks sad but at least they did not use can button mushrooms but the fresh ones. Stuffed with some bacon &amp;amp; topped with cheese, it was alright. Not the go-oey cheese that you can pull along but I suppose for RM6, one can't ask for much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;2) Aglio Olio cost only Rm7. It has slices of mushrooms in it &amp;amp; the usual chopped parsley &amp;amp; chilli flakes that olio is known for. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWLErCICNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l-IEOBRZST0/s1600-h/IMG_4207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225735855020706002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWLErCICNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l-IEOBRZST0/s200/IMG_4207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Generous portion for the price &amp;amp; acceptable. Not the best but I've witnessed how Olio can be miscontrued &amp;amp; misinterpreted in the worst way- at a mamak stall where the supposed Olio actually came with penne in a tomato based sauce "- _-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Fish &amp;amp; Chips with Apricot Sauce- forgot to take pic, anyway its RM8 &amp;amp; you get 2 moderately sized dory in crisp batter, french fries,&amp;amp; coleslaw as sides. The apricot sauce has no chunks of the fruit in it though, if there is such a thing as apricot essence i suspect it is. However, the fish was nicely fried, french fries were of the thicker sister of shoestring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Beef Lasagne also Rm7, albeit quite possible the tiniest lasagne serving I've seen as the plate was rather shallow. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWNqemYLyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xUtJRV_cawk/s1600-h/IMG_4211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738703541382946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWNqemYLyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xUtJRV_cawk/s200/IMG_4211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There wasn't many layers, but for me who don't really like overly-cheesy taste, I reckoned it pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yup, that's what we had at Angel Cafe, a small kinda empty cafe in the midst of Bangsar, they have cakes too but we cancelled our fudge, which they obliged without sour face. The ambience is comfortable with sofas &amp;amp; air-con. Just the kinda place that you stumble upon, surprises you &amp;amp; brings a smile to your face after an eventful shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, still in the value for RM realm, &amp;amp; my rather faithful lunchbox to office- I came up with this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWQJDQUnWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2aEhivzUKxU/s1600-h/IMG_4258.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's pasta salad nestled in roasted capsicum &amp;amp; topped with cheese. Okay, i admit it's the cheap-o version lah. i have been very intrigued by chefs who plonk the capsicum on fire, seal it in a bag n remove the burnt skin afterwards. It results in a softer capsicum with chargrilled aftertaste. The process was pretty fun to watch, (sound so kampung). Anyway, in my fridge i had celery,carrots,sausage,leftover spagetthi. So i just diced everything, chopped some almonds I found in the house &amp;amp; mixed em' up. dressed it with store-bought caesar dressing which I know is quite wrong. Very much better with olive oil, garlic &amp;amp; chilli flakes :) Slap half a slice of cheddar cheese on each capsicul half &amp;amp; bake for 10mins on 15o degrees C / till cheese melts. sprinkle on top of cheese a dash of black pepper. Voila- healthy filling lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIgDx9noB3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/LRgErE1qEa8/s1600-h/IMG_4258[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226431524452697970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="129" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIgDx9noB3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/LRgErE1qEa8/s200/IMG_4258%5B1%5D.JPG" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;And NOW, the top of the pile item to drool over!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWTXFFpQII/AAAAAAAAAE4/rA7HTtTYHVk/s1600-h/IMG_4209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225744967345455234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWTXFFpQII/AAAAAAAAAE4/rA7HTtTYHVk/s200/IMG_4209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWT91AO6OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0lVmB6PwPeA/s1600-h/IMG_4210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225745633042688226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWT91AO6OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0lVmB6PwPeA/s200/IMG_4210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Moi &lt;/span&gt;first cake from the famed Alexis (pai seh, pai seh) courtesy of two Tan's &amp;amp; a Gan :P...It's tiramisu cognac. Guess must have cost quite a lot for a slice. It was heavenly, the cake fingers absorbed the cognac nicely,not to dry nor wet. The cheese was luxuriously smooth &amp;amp; light and I really liked the glazed nuts on top (almonds, walnuts,etc) that gave each mouthful a crunchy effect. Wah, I want to try all the types of cakes they have (see the plastic bag) for menu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a very satisfied tummy, we rushed to KLCC for Malaysia's first sci-fi musical entitled No Limits. Watching it in the Plenary Hall, feeling quite grubby after a whole day's walking around, &amp;amp; we got in for free courtesy of Jon Yap on virtue of being the production crew. We ran through the tunnel leading to the convention centre only to get there looking like &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sor pohs &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; told it starts at 8.30pm. Saw a couple of local stars &amp;amp; people acting like they know each n every person there...and have not seen them in ages. Ah well. The show had an age-old plot of good vs evil. How people lost their memories &amp;amp; the protagonist tries to help them retrieve it with a machine. Yet some who went through the process blamed her for bringing back painful memories. Therefore the antagonist offers them memories for sale- only things that they desire to remember. Needless to say, you know how it ends. I liked the dances as the choreography was mostly of the energetic type...While I felt that the stage was to crowded in many scenes which i felt it hard to focus, as well as chaotic, overall it was a commendable performance for a first in Malaysian musical scene. For now shall be on the lookout for not so expensive theatre outings or hope that Jon gets more of these jobs &amp;amp; admits people in for free....Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-8466108385817857314?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/8466108385817857314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=8466108385817857314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8466108385817857314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8466108385817857314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/07/value-for-luxury.html' title='Value for $$ &amp; Luxury'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SIWJeYrg_6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YO2RyTNYr4E/s72-c/IMG_4205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-5178683485752859694</id><published>2008-07-14T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:05:42.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Angel &amp; 'Devil' Cabbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;For all the cab 'dramas', tales of woe etc we've been reading lately, I supposed they have gathered some bad rep for themselves. True, that many of us are able to recount the occasions where we were being ripped of by cabbies &amp;amp; due to our desperations gave in. Still, there have been good apples, as in they follow meter, drive properly thus I don't mind tipping a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yesterday we met a superb taxi driver, one that you'd not expect especially in times like these of recession &amp;amp; oil hike. So, 4 of us had rushed to MidValley after a training programme which lasted 2hours extra! We debated whether it was still worth it to to Bijou Bazaar in Bangsar &amp;amp; rush to KLCC later for a play. Anyway, we decided to hop in. Upon reaching Strudels the meter said RM3.90 and cabbie said RM4. Then we realised that we should add extra 40cents for the extra 3 passengers. We "fought" amongst ourselves to dig out the miserable coins. Then cabbie said "nevermind, it's ok"..Yet we persisted, and he insisted again "it's OKAYYY".For a moment we were stunned lah cos how many cabbies will actually say like that? So, he made our day &amp;amp; made it worthwhile to have taken the time to Bijou eventhough we didn't have much time to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, after the play, both of us rushed to take LRT. Upon reaching bukit Jalil it was already 11.45pm, so we waited for cab to go home. Then this cabbie wanted us to pay RM6 for a 5minute journey cos he said its midnight already. But it was 10minutes before midnight! So I negotiated to RM5, still feel ripped but choice-less and wanted to get home fast. Directed him to the lane of my house, and the fella had the audacity to stop us at the corner house n told us to walk back cos he late already!! hello! u think u driving bus n we paid u RM5! Usually by meter is only RM3.20. Plus not yet midnight u already dun use meter. There was once about the same behind way so if he stops at the side of  the road, not so pissed cos my house is the corner house anyway. Ah well, comforted by the fact that he is not so big a ripper than those cabbies at Serdang KTM, who charge RM10 regardless of day or night for a 10min journey back to UPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, being a taxi driver really is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/163195726537067562-5178683485752859694?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/5178683485752859694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=5178683485752859694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5178683485752859694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5178683485752859694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/07/angel-devil-cabbie.html' title='Angel &amp; &apos;Devil&apos; Cabbie'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-798883156700701037</id><published>2008-07-11T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:28:22.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Of Work &amp; Dietery Jottings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I "multi-task" at work....So busy leh...:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I humbly digress from that statement, I think most people will think I 'blind pay' only.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I read newspaper, surf the net, read blogs, blog, facebook, YouTube etc etc. So, which part actually spells work? Heeeheee. Work is when we get a client &amp;amp; have to brainstorm for ideas, write copy and all that jazz of making an advertisement. So, when no client &amp;amp; I have finish my part of any ongoing client's stuff, technically I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes memang look like sloth in the office, enjoying all the perks of Internet. But I console myself by saying; it's not up to me if the potential clients don't want us. Yeah, compared to those admin related jobs, where the work is ongoing, really seems like I have it easy.&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing- ever heard of "when it rains, it pours". Sometimes it's like that, which is actually not a bad thing cos that keeps us floating :)&lt;br /&gt;I must justify myself- I do have to do assignments to show my boss &amp;amp; read related books. But, hor I'm not a reader in terms of ''studying'' though so super slow in reading.&lt;br /&gt;Psst....boss is hardly around also......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;On another note- its increasingly hard to fight the flab! Firstly, it's because my office is so tiny &amp;amp; my job revolves using a computer only. I thought of enrolling in a gym (there's fitness first &amp;amp; california fitness nearby) but at times i don't finish work regularly then it's not worth it. Plus I very conscious also :/  I don't think its actually that hard to shed weight, but i love food a lot so i don't do starvation or fruits or soups only diets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Wait, I think I do look like I'm on some kind of diet with the plentiful veges i bring to work most of the time, accompanied either by pasta or sandwich..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Don't really eat outside cos its unhealthy, oily &amp;amp; fatty- not so much because I'm scared of fat but for specific health reasons.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;To save RM1.2o a day from the tiny &amp;amp; packed like fishy sardines monorail, i walk to my office lor..so i don't feel so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;After all, SEX is great for us. SLEEP EAT X-ERCISE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;One thing's for sure, my digestive system is working well, exceptionally well i'd say.After 4 hours of eating, I'll have rumblings already, despite I hardly moved......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Tonight will yield to the cravings of fried chicken. I managed to tahan quite long already. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, party on for it's Friday!! Not me though. I'm not one for partayyys.....&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/163195726537067562-798883156700701037?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/798883156700701037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=798883156700701037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/798883156700701037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/798883156700701037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-work-dietery-jottings.html' title='Of Work &amp; Dietery Jottings'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2686978974188478232</id><published>2008-07-10T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:29:37.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>Clearing air within myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am hardly surprised when I know of people who did not work according to their academic knowledge. But, I was surprised (probably still am, a little) that I fell into this category as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I was always pretty sure that I would be a journalist especially I was very gung-ho when choosing my major, &amp;amp; with much enthusiasm doing internship at The Star. I even imagined what it would be like when I start working with them full time :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Then, in my final semester....I still don't really know what happened and how it happened, I had this urge to do copywriting. Where did that come from? Takkanlah one basic advertising class could influence me so much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The time came to start applying for jobs, basically i was looking for any writing-based job &amp;amp; while I had all the application letter ready, I never did send it out to any newspaper company...All there was left to do to apply to The Star was to get a stamp &amp;amp; send it. I'm not being conceited, but I felt sure that I would be able to go back there, plus that time they had vacancy. It was staring at me in the face, and The Star gives darn good benefits wei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;For every copywriting position, i applied (thank goodness for email being paperless &amp;amp; easy) &amp;amp; waited for calls, total I went for 4 interviews for this position. Can't really say if I was desperately hoping for it. Yet, it kept drawing me, everything else did not look appetizing. I let go some offers in the hope for copywriting offer. Just had these sudden cravings to do this job, wouldn't have minded even if it was part-time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yeah, anyway, I'm now where I wanna be. For this present phase of life, at least. Away from the high and often intimidating 17 storeys high of The Star, I'm now in a office lot, non-descript and un-obvious. Instead of having about 50 people working on a single floor, where half of them I did not know, its a 12 people worth company here. The same crowd daily.If one thing i made sure, I actually prefer small groups because I am not the super sociable one anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The work still centers around words, except that I do not have to take down what our dear "more often than not malign themselves" ministers words &amp;amp; report it. Its pretty boring that part, because if you listen closely, sometimes they ramble. I say to be a outstanding journalist, one has to really do more than what is given. Know the right people that may just give you the next big explosive news. Dig for info &amp;amp; harass people, your friends whoever to comment, to give you stories. Perhaps one or two times they'd do it for the sake of helping but in the long run.......don't really feel comfortable bugging people lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Therefore, what I do now is according to what the client wants be it headlines, sub-headlines, body text (copy), newsletter etc. I get to be involved in creation of ideas for the client's advertisements &amp;amp; craft words in a creative realm. Of course on a case-to-case basis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I mean I will also get to write creatively as a reporter, but knowing that I'm not really one to have random story ideas jumping off my head, feature writing may pose some difficulty....General news or social-related news bore me as well. Ministers, launches, conferences..I'd be unwillingly keeping up with these. Not for me also to meet residents &amp;amp; MPs in their protests and complains of blocked drains, shelved projects bla bla bla. Which actually leaves me only one thing I would really like- food writing. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Magazines I considered, but after reading the local magazines, my thoughts differed again. Too glizty for a gawky person like me. Content its neither here nor there in terms of what interests me. Teenagers stuff, I feel too old. Women issues, hmm not really. Fashion- no no. Technology- not much of a techie. Relationships- nah. In the end it will go back to food &amp;amp; limited as well. Dunno :D Option Cancelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Now, armed with the knowledge &amp;amp; practice of journalism, I can put it into copywriting as well. How to write tightly, with the intention of capturing people's attention to take action for the product advertised. The behaviour of consumer reading ad is short attention span,therefore they won't spend much time &amp;amp; thought looking at it. The visuals combined with the text must be capturing attention enough to make the reader curious. Stuck is one word that is oft used i in the office. Stuck for words, stuck for concepts...Sometimes we could be clever but the client wants 'in-your-face' ideas so that it's safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Besides, the stringing of words to be interesting, n gets the message across,typography is important as well. It must gel with the idea to provide the feel of the ad. That is also a scope of my job but for now is getting familiarized with the basics of this industry first. Layout as well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The only thing about this job is i'm slowly losing my familiarity with directions, while reporting i had to go around with public transport &amp;amp; finding the most economical way. Now, I only take one route- to work n back. Sigh, I admit i took pride in knowing how to go here &amp;amp; there but now can't say so. Many times i've been approached for directions &amp;amp; realised that I couldn't tell them. Ahh, plus getting freebies at events as media :P No more.......And no more bylines as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Still, I'm finding sputtering of joy in this job &amp;amp; field....&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/163195726537067562-2686978974188478232?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2686978974188478232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2686978974188478232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2686978974188478232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2686978974188478232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/07/clearing-air-within-myself.html' title='Clearing air within myself'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2390704737152636150</id><published>2008-07-04T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:46:49.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><title type='text'>Food Journal Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porridge Steamboat @ Sri Petaling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did not notice the restaurant's name. It was nothing great, just porridge &amp;amp; putting all the stuff is supposed to make the porridge sweet. There was the usual vege, noodles, fishballs. Ordered some fried wantan, seafood tofu. I felt it was expensive because it came up to about RM20+ per person, and it was actually filling up with the porridge. Still, the food was not the concern, what made it sweet was the people who came all the way from Petaling Jaya &amp;amp; Damansara which the other end of KL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Calorie Restaurant @ Sri Petaling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually went there twice in less than a week. First time was with YokeLing where I had the pork-rib rice set with a longan lemon drink. The pork-rib was of the sweetish sticky style, and i'm a sucker for tinges of sweetness in my food. It was acceptable although not tender enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rainbow Restaurant, Ipoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh...this kinda dinners that we go once in a while, because it's pure indulgence. Start dish No1 with 4. Seasons, that is. Consisting of a stir-fried sharksfin, thai style jellyfish, fried yam ball &amp;amp; a roll accompanied by fruit salad laced with a mixture of mayo &amp;amp; wasabi. I don't think there was any fin in the sharksfin, mostly crabmeat fried with egg &amp;amp; it was fragrant &amp;amp; good wrapped in fresh lettuce leave. I really liked the jellyfish cos of the texture &amp;amp; the different taste to it, while the yam ball was just alright, i don't remember what it was stuffed with though. The roll was nice as well, the piquant wasabi was a nice thing to add although most of my family are no japanese food lovers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bringing the piglet to the table, yes the hostess is a roast piggy lover &amp;amp; most of the dinners hosted will have it. Roasted almost perfectly, the skin crispy not hard n the meat moist &amp;amp; tender. Coupled with the steamed mini pau &amp;amp; the sauce, its one sinful morsel! Next up was steamed garoupa. The soy sauce doused on it was very fragrant (there are some just flat &amp;amp; watery),perfect with steaming white rice!Meanwhile the fish was fresh,had no smell but a bit over-steamed but i liked the chewy texture.Haha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quack to the fore! stuffed braised duck, the stuffings consisted of many types of nuts. In the Chinese variety circle, things like "ling zhi", "pak kor". It was very flavourful &amp;amp; the duck meat tender. At this time all of us already stuffed like mad! Still to come was ginger spring onion venison, really thought wanna ta-pau back but venison after reheating apparently will become tough :/ luckily there were 12 people so we managed to eat it up. Lastly, fried rice which we surrendered liao, so just try &amp;amp; pack the rest. It was very fragrant n the rice berbiji-biji. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;King Crab Restaurant, Kelana Jaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was not the end yet, as i followed my Johor aunty back to KL to meet my KL aunty, naturally they'd make sure i had a full tummy to go home with. This time it was sweet sour crab, the gravy so good with the fried mantou. Such a joy to sweep the mantou on the gravy. I really love to have crabs, peeling em makes the experience satisfying! Besides dissecting the crabs, i did the fish head as well. Again it was steamed fish, this time red snapper. THe gravy was great as well,i still wonder why i cant make such nice gravy on my own huh? Other dishes were ginger venison, hongkong 'lai yau pak' &amp;amp; a taufoo. Venison was tender as well, the vege came swimming in a soup n topped with 'kei chi'- sweet natural taste of it n the taufoo was real smooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Calorie Restaurant (Again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went with Jasmine because it was rather late &amp;amp; the place we intended to eat at not open!Grr. This round i tried the rice with seafood gravy, which was normal although a bit salty for me. Jas said the SzeChuan rice was not really SzeChuan :P Calorie actually serves food contrary to it's name. In each of it's dishes they try to incorporate all the nutrients. The decor of the outlet has many pictures of food &amp;amp; it's benefits. Affordable &amp;amp; acceptable place this is, plus u can surf Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ho Ho steamboat Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one was in the waiting. My dear housemates planned to celebrate my bday on Monday nite but i came home nearly midnight cos of last minute work. Then on Tuesday, i agreed to Jasmine's invite cos she has to come all the way from Kelana Jaya &amp;amp; i needed to pass her something. No wonder on Wednesday i mentioned that i could be home early after work, Amy was surprisingly enthusiastic. So on that evening Amy lured me upstairs on the pretext of checking my dried clothes, talk some nonsense. I mean we're going out for dinner already, y cant talk bout clothes later? "- - " Shakin my head n coming down, suddenly got happy birthday song with the tiramisu sponge cake. They complain that wait so many days d. Paiseh. Wanted to go to the restaurant famous for its dishes but so crowded. Decided to go steamboat again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At Ho Ho, all tables have the electric infra-red stove, so there is no need for huge gas tanks. The soup was very clear, and quite sweet. THe fishballs i felt there wasn;t much fish taste, although translucent which i believed would be springy, they weren't all that springy. The chilli sauce was the bomb! This restaurant is super crowded on weekends cos good food and it is affordable. RM13 per person is pretty ok for times like this. Thankfully the cake was light sponge and not heavy cream! Muchos Gracias!! It was surprising, yes...:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh, seriously binged a lot liao..Time to go back to clear, healthy food.....before my tyre grows thicker :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should i buy a gym ball, dumb bells &amp;amp; elastic tensioning band??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/163195726537067562-2390704737152636150?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2390704737152636150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2390704737152636150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2390704737152636150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2390704737152636150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/07/food-journal-continued.html' title='Food Journal Continued'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3397525963345246639</id><published>2008-07-02T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:06:01.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><title type='text'>Food Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Have been keeping the comments of so many food that i ate recently all in my head. And mostly don't have pics to show :D Before i forget about it, better write them down first &amp;amp; upload the pics later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As we are all aware, food prices will (or has) increased so the challenge is to find nice food that justifies it's price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;BBQ pork &amp;amp; roast pork @PJ Old Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I happily paid the RM6 because the BBQ pork was tender, had the right amount of fat. The gravy was caramelised to the sticky but nice consistency to coat the pork. The roast pork was not bad, enough layers of fats but the crispy skin was a tad hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KungFu noodles @ PJ Old Town&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Forgot to ask what type of noodles it was though i'm not sure if it was freshly fried or it was those pre-fried ones. It looked like the latter but it was freshly fried then i'd say he did a real good job! Still it looked &amp;amp; tasted pretty pre-made. For RM5 it was loaded with pork slices, some prawns, squid &amp;amp; vege. Enough 4 2 ppl :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yut Kee Hainan Food&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This place has been blogged to death with varying feedbacks. I;ve been once &amp;amp; had the gravy 'lor mee' which actually tasted like that only. Since Sue wanted so much to try traditional chic chop in Port Klang, but was in 2 minds whether to meet us in KL or not, I took her to Yut Kee aft PJ Old Town bfast. Anyway, we strolled around the area cos i truthfully din know where it was exactly :P  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;chicken chop&lt;/span&gt;- it was mediocre. With rising costs, the pc of chicken is only the size of my hand (my hand is small!) the gravy was watery and the presentation not an appetising sight. Still i guess its wat we'll say 'old school'. Nevertheles &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hainan coffee&lt;/span&gt; ice was 'kaw' enough and i can't say much as i have not research coffee enough. But it is robust, which i forgot to mention i wanted less sugar in it. The&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; toast&lt;/span&gt; was nice cos it was toasted on charcoal. Spread with kaya &amp;amp; butter- perfect tea time indulgence! One of this anytime then those 'designer' cakes. LOL. Oh no the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;swiss roll&lt;/span&gt; was a failure! One look &amp;amp; i had my doubts already,1 bite to condemnation! Hard, dry,barely anything lining the roll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pulau Ketam seafood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;from Sri Petaling to Pulau Ketam is so far! Reach Port Klang n the ferry ride in an aircon ferry cost RM7 per trip for half an hour. Pulau Ketam is just a small village, where mostly houses built on stilts.Walk along the pathways and there are the restaurants there, all competing for yr attention and patronisation. Also selling Dried seafood and some snacks. After walking the stretch and not being able to decide which restaurant, the one where there are many ppl or the less frequented. I had a nigging feeling that the less people one was a good bet but i also feared that it would disappoint. So we succumbed to peer pressure of the crowded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The beehun with crab would cost us both RM32 &amp;amp; we are not exactly rolling in big bucks as well. Normal beehun is RM6 for 2 ppl :) Ok, i was not really fan of having crabs &amp;amp; carbs. I'd like them on its own...Also ordered a "kam heong" bamboo lala. The lala is long &amp;amp; at some places you can get em real thick &amp;amp; juicy. Cravings for squid so another fried squid ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;beehun&lt;/span&gt; tasted ordinary, i was disappointed that it had such tiny prawns, few pcs of chicken &amp;amp; fish, few leaves of vege. It did not have the 'wok hei'.I expected a seafood place to at least be more generous with their accompaniments. If PJ Old Town hawker cld give us more for RM5 in town, this village couldnt :( THe &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; was of average sized, juicy but the flavour of 'kam heong' did not penetrate the lala. Squid did not arrive,just as well. For our two dishes and a coconut we paid RM28. Aint great, wont warrant a return to Pulau Ketam for seafood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Rasamas Chicken Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Rasamas is a subsidiary of Ayamas with fewer food choices. Everyone ordered a set with a 1/4 pc chicken, fries, coleslaw &amp;amp; a soft drink. The cost plus tax is ard RM11. This kinda food, this is the cheapest i've come across cos Nando's &amp;amp; Kenny Rogers can cost up to RM18/set without drink. But Kenny's come with 3 sides &amp;amp; a muffin. I'd choose Kenny's if i wanted a chicken indulgence. nando's good too. Back to Rasamas, i ordered the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;steak set&lt;/span&gt; which cost rm1 extra. When i read steak, it registered beef so the price difference was small to pay. How naive i was! It was just a piece of deboned chicken "- - " What!?? Nonsense, the menu planner does not know what is a steak kah? Then i became rational, how wld there be beef in a chicken serving outlet? Texture wise, it was tender enough. Marinade was too sweet, plus i asked for black pepper gravy. It came with mushroom gravy instead &amp;amp; the taste of honey chicken on gravy was weird. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There are other things, but just lost track of them now......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3397525963345246639?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/3397525963345246639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=3397525963345246639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3397525963345246639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3397525963345246639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/07/food-journal.html' title='Food Journal'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-1140154467516036112</id><published>2008-06-20T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:48:54.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>TV Addiction &amp; Dependence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;Have suddenly rediscovered the TV maniac in me. When i was a teenager when VCRs were a rage, I'd tape the shows (practically most shows) to watch over the weekend. Or if there were same time different channels shows i wanna watch, will tape one and watch one. That time the 'hot' dramas &amp;amp; sitcoms were teenager stuff like Popular, Dawson's Creek, Charmed, Roswell, Friends...ETc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went of to uni, to the land of no TV &amp;amp; i just got on without it lah. Now that i've started working, sometimes i want to relax. Thus one nite, i randomly picked a movie from a collection laying around in my house. Aha, it got the ball rolling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm surfing the net to find how to download shows (unsuccessfully still...:/) and there are so many shows i long for. Especially those that 'berpanjang2' seasons and the story is woven together. And watching one season on its own will get you lost. While some no need storyline that much...Anyway, i yearn to own the collection for:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS- The complete collection season 1-10&lt;br /&gt;CSI Vegas- From beginning till latest&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE MD- Heard that its real sarcastic, I like!&lt;br /&gt;HELL's KITCHEN- just wanna watch the pressure in a kitchen&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES- tergendala from season 2 i think&lt;br /&gt;GREY's ANATOMY- grr, potong stim when i had to go back uni&lt;br /&gt;GHOST WHISPERER&lt;br /&gt;SMALLVILLE- ended already or still got? let me know!&lt;br /&gt;NCIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couch potato-ed for reality shows as well, but anyway it can get boring after a while. Although i do like Amazing Race because different sights each week! So You Think You Can Dance gives me illusions on my dancing skills. And it can get very 'kan-cheong' lah. Other shows that i follow not religiously is CSI : Miami &amp;amp; NY, One Tree Hill, Gilmore Girls, Criminal Minds. A genre of shows to salivate over is food! IronChef, The Naked Chef,Nigella Bites, any makan2 show also i'll watch.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah i can get addicted.Save me....Because i need to learn up stuff for my full-time job which i'm new at. Although boss say can YouTube for ideas &amp;amp; inspiration but ada hadnya what is for inspiration, right? Hehe. Also making some side income needs time &amp;amp; research..cannot always watch TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Fly-day!! yahoo!! Today i made salsa n bought to office. I've figured that i'll never be able to do 'the salsa' so the next best thing is to HAVE salsa! made a simple one only lah to go with tortillas.....No work de, can go back on time. Chill, do some research for the part-time job, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WATCH '&lt;/span&gt;Kan-Cheong' Kitchen. Its a tad lame lah but quite funnnee to see em screaming instructions to a poor local celebrity who cant cook. I'd be exasperated as the instructor also :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ Old Town for breakfast tomorrow, crazy enuf to go Dang Wangi for hainan food then to church for video duties? We'll see....&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/163195726537067562-1140154467516036112?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/1140154467516036112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=1140154467516036112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1140154467516036112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1140154467516036112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/06/tv-addiction-dependence.html' title='TV Addiction &amp; Dependence'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-7181702716153298055</id><published>2008-06-17T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:49:18.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>Impermanence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People leave the earth due to conditions that they did not ask for. Not understanding why things happened and probably wondering if they were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Illness, diseases, freak accidents are those things that gives us something to 'blame' (so to speak) on when someone we loved leaves us behind. Yet there are millions out there who, i think, just want to challenge the powers above, believing they hold their own lives. Drunk driving, drugs, etc... all these accelerate or may cause death. Although those that engage in these activities will say that ''what are the odds of me dying from these activities ? I could die anytime, anywhere, anyway'' Well, fair enough but eliminating the risks lowers the possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, someone i know had been suffering. I did not know him well but i was aware and kept updated on his condition thru my friend. He was young, at the prime of his life but he suffered from nothing he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glimmer of hope was seen each time he fought back and many times it seem the battle could be won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, god held his life in HIS hands. And God knows best. That's all I could muster to my friend when i got the news, i mean millions of condolence messages would be sent but words are mere words. Words to make the situation not so awkward, to fill in for our physical presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never visited him in the entire duration of his condition, i wanted to last weekend but decided not to because many of the family members would be there. I did not want to feel left out, coupled with the fact that i did not really know him. Another reason was i thought of visiting my friend, to see how she is as she has to care for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, i decided not to go. Save it for the next week, i would go then when there are not many people. Alas, the next week will never come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would just say that i should have followed my heart and just go. I thought too much of my own comfort level when the priority was him &amp;amp; my friend. I know i wouldn't be able to do anything anyway, but because i mentioned that i might go &amp;amp; now i cannot anymore, thats why i'm kinda disappointed with myself. Come to think of it, as i was going to fall asleep last night, around 12:45-ish am, suddenly i felt like praying. Btw, i'm not the type who will consistently pray esp when i'm abt to knock-off. But i did till i fell asleep....and this morning i received the message that he is now with God, he left at around 1am. I'm not sure if it meant anything though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It may sound overly-dramatic all these, perhaps its my PMS mood mingled in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess its also because i was once sick, i know how it feels, i see how my family were tired, scared yet tried to keep a upbeat mood so that i won't be discouraged. Admittedly mine was not as serious and i thank god for my life now. The point is, i've been there &amp;amp; its scary, uncertain and unjustified. Why God will allow it, we'll never know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i look at people endangering their lives, i wonder, what would the sick do to get a life that gives them an ability to endanger...a healthy body that is taken for granted. People don realise what they got...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's live our lives for now, doing what we have been given to the best we can. Let our epitaph be one that is memorable to the people around us. Live 'the dash' with meaning. 'THe dash" is the symbol between the year we were born and the day we died. For the beginning and the end is not important, what remains is the middle. What we did throughout our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To Alfred, who is now in a heavenly place, although I never had the opportunity to get to know you but you have been a rock. Even in your young life, i believe that you have been a beacon of light and joy to those around you. And an inspiration. May your soul rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/163195726537067562-7181702716153298055?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/7181702716153298055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=7181702716153298055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7181702716153298055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7181702716153298055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/06/impermanence.html' title='Impermanence'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3597642944121780689</id><published>2008-06-04T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:49:38.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>All about OIL..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thankful for buses, trains &amp;amp; legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Without them, i'd have to beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To go places i need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For a car seems like a no-no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A dream quite near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yet so far.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At Rm 2.70 per liter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oil prices have gone crazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm no economist, no strategist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To say what's the cause or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If anyone's to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All I know is living just got harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The bar can only go higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All of us have to be survivors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3597642944121780689?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/3597642944121780689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=3597642944121780689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3597642944121780689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3597642944121780689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-about-oil.html' title='All about OIL..'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3746846829673311419</id><published>2008-05-04T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:25:14.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Places'/><title type='text'>Perak Roundings &amp; Sightings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;At times, its better not to plan so detail-y what we wanna do, as many occasions they just don't work out. Those un-planned ones are usually THE trips and experiences that you would remember- well almost la..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;After the semester ended (my last sem in Uni), the Owl (Ern) at the last minute decided she wanted to visit Ipoh, and would be following WanLing back. Then JieMin thought of joinin in before heading back to Taiping. Set. Out of our amazement, HweiSue dengan semangat hopped on a bus on the sat and came as well and would return to Port Klang on Sun evening. We couldn't believe it. So we wanted to make the time worth her while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Actually HweiSue has visited once in the year 2006 but she said could not bear to give up the fun if she could actually make it. Hmmm.....I took them to the places that i did the last time, as i think Ipoh has not much to do except gorge and also for the benefit of Ern who's here the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a day-to-day account of our Ipoh mini tour!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Day 1- Sat (26/ Apr/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;We came via different modes and landed on different times. HweiSue arrived in the afternoon by express bus and decided to tour ipoh with the horrid ipoh town bus. JieMin and myself moved from college and transit-ed in Puchong b4 moving down to Ipoh. Ern followed Wanling and left KL late evening. The final landing pad was my house. Felt like CNY with so many ppl- kemeriahan! Tired bodies soon laid down to sleep, ready for the next day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Day 2- Sun (27/Apr/08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Rise &amp;amp; shine for bfast! Made plans with our senior- Doreen who is working in Tanjung Rambutan in a horse farm. Headed to still our growling tummies at WanLing's mum stall in Tasek. So "moh yee see" that we ate and drank for free ler....We had stir-fried mee tikus, fried mee, fried kueyteow &amp;amp; fried tongfun all courtesy of Aunty (Mrs) Chan! Yummylicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByc-Qs8UsI/AAAAAAAAABY/k8rDISg-VWg/s1600-h/IMG_3182.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196200663528002242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByc-Qs8UsI/AAAAAAAAABY/k8rDISg-VWg/s200/IMG_3182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lo shue fun" goreng...the bits of preserved radish added extra crunch and a lil chilii for the kick! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Next stop the egg custard that Min &amp;amp; Sue tak jadi makan the last time. Went there for dessert plus satay &amp;amp; cheecheong fun. Food still good but the rates of inflation is hard to stomach. One custard only made of egg &amp;amp; milk (well, undeniably skill also) cost RM2....Expensive for Ipoh standard weh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByd8As8UtI/AAAAAAAAABg/jIX-UvbjxzI/s1600-h/IMG_3234.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196201724384924370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByd8As8UtI/AAAAAAAAABg/jIX-UvbjxzI/s200/IMG_3234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Hwei Sue makan custard dengan ketelitian, savouring every mouthful though she felt it was a bit eggy.but we (or at least me) dream of having a complexion as smooth as the custard! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;If in KL, all of us would be train and bus hopping but the wonders of a car and a small town means we go joyriding! Therefore we went to ST Michaels Institution just to marvel at the architecture (though i never cared while i was there) and doing siaow stuff in Ipoh Padang opp the school. I felt the photos were the picture of carefree-ness and the colors were striking due to all of us happening to wear various shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByfHQs8UuI/AAAAAAAAABo/GziWKi_PLfU/s1600-h/IMG_3257.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196203017170080482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByfHQs8UuI/AAAAAAAAABo/GziWKi_PLfU/s200/IMG_3257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByfSQs8UvI/AAAAAAAAABw/a0swm9d_I8w/s1600-h/IMG_3252.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196203206148641522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByfSQs8UvI/AAAAAAAAABw/a0swm9d_I8w/s200/IMG_3252.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;On the left- the only jumping shot that had all of us in mid-air.after dunno how many tries with us counting down with the camera's self timer mode. Plenty of undignified (not in &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;kinda way) poses b4 menjadi. Fuh. The right pic is just plain chilling out, looks a little like a farm with the fence.Lol. Down the road is the age-old with a facelift Ipoh railway station where we also did lotsa nonsense, much to the amusement of the cleaners there that i was rather 'pai-seh' setting up my camera to take timer and syok sendiri shots. There is this one pic which is very gaya but i'd like to save my face cos i look retarded!! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByhKgs8UxI/AAAAAAAAACA/QdzrCd7vNLE/s1600-h/IMG_3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196205272027910930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByhKgs8UxI/AAAAAAAAACA/QdzrCd7vNLE/s200/IMG_3290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Very normal pose nia- clockwise fr left is lil sis Lyn Yee, Owl Ern, myself, spirited Sue, mengancam dlm merah Min :D on the escalator at the railway station. It was a Sunday so we actually plannned to go CGBC for the 11am service but tak sempat cos busy eating custard...emm.so we attended the youth service in the afternoon. Nothing much different, except youths (teenagers) being themselves la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SBylJQs8UyI/AAAAAAAAACI/bXuSgAHUPfU/s1600-h/IMG_3314.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196209648599585570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SBylJQs8UyI/AAAAAAAAACI/bXuSgAHUPfU/s200/IMG_3314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Clockwise from left- moi, Dr Doreen, Wanling, ah sue, ah-min-ah, ah ern, ah lyn. In church still manage and wanna snap pic. After that we sent sue to the bus stop and reluctantly bade her goodbye :( But still, was super glad she made it and the that little time spent was one memorable one. Anugerah paling gung-ho goes to GanHweiSue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Then went home to clean-up after the long day, later went and makan "rubbish" at anika selera/tungku theng/gourmet square where we lavished and worked our tummies with ikan bakar, curry mee, satay,rojak,sotong kangkung,chicken tauge,cheecheongfun. BURP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Day 3- Mon (28/Apr/08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Noone leaves my house without having to "suffer" my cooking! So i decided to make lunch for em as the thrill of the day was coming later so lets have a spaced out morning ya....After all the pemakanan tak sihat, i made shepards pie and fruit salad! After filling up, we embarked on what was the highlight of the trip- a complimentary stay at Clearwater Sanctuary Golf Resort in batu Gajah and using all the facilities there except golf la..WhooHoo! Supposed to go Kellies Castle but it rained when we were reaching so straight ahead go seek shelter at the resort. Oh my, so opulent the chalets are, overlooking the still lake- perfect for retreats and quiet moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SBy9igs8VCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WhkWceVT874/s1600-h/IMG_3364.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196236470670349346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SBy9igs8VCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WhkWceVT874/s200/IMG_3364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Not a very nice shot with the weather not being very helpful.Tried almost all the settings but it wasn't right. Sigh....Behind is the lake anyway.....we're sitting at the balcony outside the room. For us the resort was more like a physical one-day bootcamp instead of resting. But being young, fit (&amp;amp; fat), and with all the amenities available, its uncalled for to waste our time lazing! Gear up and go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Game No1 was tennis, while in UPM with its many tennis courts i never held a racquet, finally got to try the game. And mind you it was exhausting, partly due to the court being long adn wide and we ended up chasing and picking balls more often than slamming them. half and hour in, we gave up but not before striking poses to prove our efforts! The phrase "style with substance" so does not apply here--------------------------------------- Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByqMgs8U0I/AAAAAAAAACY/adSXHjsukU0/s1600-h/IMG_3383.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196215201992299330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByqMgs8U0I/AAAAAAAAACY/adSXHjsukU0/s200/IMG_3383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Game 2 was badminton, the game we played anywhere as long as there is racquet and shuttle, be it in the middle of the street, in the porch or a proper hall, we all had our fair share of it. Onward then, a game that we are more at skilled at......felt like we worked out with an aim compared to tennis where we ran around like headless chickens. Oh, we will never fail in the test of taking pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByrdws8U1I/AAAAAAAAACg/YZi6RsaFCCY/s1600-h/IMG_3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196216597856670546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByrdws8U1I/AAAAAAAAACg/YZi6RsaFCCY/s200/IMG_3398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;I;m supposed to be singing with racquet, wanling as the guitarist,ern as the archer-ist (don think it exists this word) &amp;amp; min i tak tau wat she's making outta the racquet la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;We wanted to ber-kayak but t\it was drizzling and the venue was closed already so we took the next best thing, cycling! Ahh...there was something new there, a 2 seater bicycle and it actually wasn't easy to ride at first but as we got the hang of it, whee!!! Siap dengan all the safety gear, really felt like professional. Next pit-stop was the gymnasium where we actually didnt' do much except a bit of runnning on the threadmill, enjoying the aircon and bouncing on the gym ball as demonstrated by our hyper WanLing! Its suppose to help lose the fat at the handles, thighs, butt and tone em :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByssgs8U2I/AAAAAAAAACo/DyY-fszK8V0/s1600-h/IMG_3416.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196217950771368802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByssgs8U2I/AAAAAAAAACo/DyY-fszK8V0/s200/IMG_3416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SBytGws8U3I/AAAAAAAAACw/mEkHeMq14_A/s1600-h/IMG_3432.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196218401742934898" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="153" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SBytGws8U3I/AAAAAAAAACw/mEkHeMq14_A/s200/IMG_3432.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, enough exercise to last months. Hehe. Kami pun berangkat balik ke kamar untuk berehat dan bersiram. Working out is rewarding cos you feel the hunger and it gives u reason to eat and not feel guilty (of course i never did anyway, but its better to have excuses :P ). We bersantap with sweet&amp;amp;sour fish, taufoo, 2 veges &amp;amp; bittergourd beef. Ern was deprived of rice since she got here so she was happy that night lar. Complimentary cappucino and vienna coffee but it really went down the drain by being so diluted and blech. The night was whiled away chit-chatting till we fell asleep:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Day 4- Tuesday (29/Apr/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Chao An!! To kayaking we shall go! Some pairs had no trouble moving the kayak but some (or rather one, whom shall not be named) had complications in understanding the rules of Isaac Newton (am i right&gt; he's the physics genius??) and encountered some delay in taking flight. -_-....Apparently got biawak in the water which suddenly propelled Ern &amp;amp; WanlIng to be in the running for the 2008 beijing olympics medal hopefuls! Speaking of which i did notice something moving and splashing in the lake though i din see the object, i thought it was a golf ball. Which i wonder, getting toppled by a biawak is worse or getting whacked by a golf ball and falling off the kayak into the water is worse? ummm....Kayaking does require lots of weight training and after all the activities yesterday our limbs felt more 'sour'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196222194199057282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SBywjgs8U4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Su2awmwQICI/s200/IMG_3476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SBy6pAs8VAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/glzYZMUUbn4/s1600-h/IMG_3513.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196233283804615682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SBy6pAs8VAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/glzYZMUUbn4/s200/IMG_3513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;We then proceeded to make the "Destroyers" movie at the playground where we challenged the things to withstand our weight! Proof that we SHOULDN"T be at the playground!! Haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;After playing is of course eating, breakfast did not even attain a whimper from us but no complaints since it was on the house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Next pitstop was Taiping. Immediately reaching ipoh, we hopped on the bus to taiping, about an hour 1/2 distance and we didnt even have the strength to talk and dozed off. There's something about transport that makes me fall asleep......Our host (JieMin) cautioned us that the town is a sleepy and lazy town but that was fine by us cos that was exactly our sentiments already. Felt bad that we treated our last stop with not much fire but was content with joyriding around the town. Noticed they have many taman permainan and irresistably we (ern and me) went down the spiral slide and we kept getting stuck inside and had to push ourselves using our butt to get out. Wonder what the kids thought of our silly antics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SBy7gQs8VBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6sU8hkQkVuU/s1600-h/IMG_3563.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196234232992388114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SBy7gQs8VBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6sU8hkQkVuU/s200/IMG_3563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Lazy to go zoo taiping cos the night safari not worth it and i don particularly like animals. Saw the most aligned and arranged cemetary which was the taiping war cemetery.all the plots were lined up so straight and maintained nicely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByznAs8U9I/AAAAAAAAADg/GPvn5MjbkoY/s1600-h/IMG_3572.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196225552863482834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByznAs8U9I/AAAAAAAAADg/GPvn5MjbkoY/s200/IMG_3572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Day 5- Wed (30/Apr/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;We also had a plan to wake up early to go sit the apparent vomit inducing jeep up and down the Maxwell Hill but unfortunately (or fortunately) we woke up late so ended up just go makan, drive a bit then departing time de. With the limited time and lack of people, we couldnt book a place Maxwell Hill where it would be cool to steamboat there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;The only thing i bought from Taiping was pink coloured paus (meekoo in hokkien) and i was walking home from the bus stop to my house and i was wondering with 30 paus would ppl think i was selling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;That was it. The end of a very fulfilling, fantabulous, fun, exhilirating time with the siow poh's, the camera hoggers, the lame ppl etc. Was very glad that things just fell into place especially the resort stay. Lots of pics i wanna put up but the internet connection so slow here that i don have the patience to wait. But SueErn very diligently posted on Facebook de....hehe. There was quite a lot of food also but maybe the next post solely dedicated to all things stomach (the filling of it, that is). For now, i still have flashes of the trip. Time to do some preparation and packing for the next adventure not too far off which is Camp Cameron!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByfSQs8UvI/AAAAAAAAABw/a0swm9d_I8w/s1600-h/IMG_3252.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3746846829673311419?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/3746846829673311419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=3746846829673311419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3746846829673311419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3746846829673311419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/05/perak-roundings-sightings.html' title='Perak Roundings &amp; Sightings'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/SByc-Qs8UsI/AAAAAAAAABY/k8rDISg-VWg/s72-c/IMG_3182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-895481943858374814</id><published>2008-04-22T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:48:33.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>Which step?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Although I sort of decided, I'm still wary. Perhaps this over-cautiousness stems from my inability to let go and believe things as they look to be. Of course, most things are not to be taken on face value but it would be nice to have this reverie. After 6 interviews, which was tiring with public transport, answering the same questions I really did not expect today's to be any different. I want to be a copywriter, although i have&lt;em&gt; sans &lt;/em&gt;background in advertising. (BTW, copywriter creates the words in an ad to attract the audience to make a decision). My initial thought was to leave my profile as many places possible and wait and see.Though i have had offers, either they did not fit my $$ requirement, my timing or my interests so i let them walk away. I was ready to do the Batik thingy if it was what i needed to survive.Anyway,i did not gave an answer to the boss but asked for more time. So, i went for another interview today, the first with a full-fledged ad agency, which is not world-famous but at least its Singapore owned, with a branch in Msia. So a lil bit of international.Haha. It was a pretty long interview, the director kinda cool and after all the talk, he dropped me an offer! I was caught by surprise, and i said i can only start in June. They seem ok with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;But after talking to someone in the field, and i appreciated her advice, she said to be cautious and take the offer letter to read in details for i have the right not to sign immediately. Therefore, I will attend the last 2 interviews before i make a decision. I felt a bit un-thinking just now already because everything just felt right although i'm not sure if it felt right in the head or the heart. When hope seems to fade, i was attracted with the small ray of light la. Thats why i threw caution to the wind. Thankfully there wasn't any offer letter to sign on the spot, else i may just live to regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It has been rather unsettling; ideally i wished that i would have secured a job upon coming back from Camp Cameron. Now that the opportunity is present, I still doubt if that is the door i will enter. Someone said, if thats the door GOD has prepared, nobody can close it,except myself lar. ANyway, as usual i'm blabbering endlessly. Whatever it is, i would be on probation meaning if i don feel like i belong, i can leave. Pay is acceptable for fresh-ie, i guess. Whats left to do is consider the offer letter, and find a place to stay. Oh, what was more enticing was the office is so near to the Monorail. And if i do get to stay in SRi petaling, that is also very accessible to the LRT stn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OH, Lord, speak to me. Help me see and be the light that shines on the right path You have willed me to walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-895481943858374814?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/895481943858374814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=895481943858374814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/895481943858374814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/895481943858374814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/04/although-i-sort-of-decided-im-still.html' title='Which step?'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-967582082814332636</id><published>2008-04-16T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:32:58.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'VE NEVER FELT SO CONFLICTED, CONFUSED AND HANGING IN MID-AIR IN MY LIFE BEFORE......PRIORITIES HAVE TO BE SET, A DECISION MADE THERE IS NO TURNING BACK. I'M NOT HOPING FOR A REWARD BY SIMPLY CHOOSING THE MAN ABOVE. I GUESS ITS TIME THAT I TAKE STOCK OF MY HEART, MY LIFE AND PUT HIM FIRST. I WAS ASKED IS THE CAMP/ CAREER MORE IMPORTANT? IT IS NOT THE CAMP, IT IS WHAT I HOPE TO GAIN FROM IT- AN EXPERIENCE WITH GOD. ALTHOUGH I FEAR THE WHAT-IF'S BUT THERE IS NO POINT GROUSING NOW, AS I HAVE SENT OUT MY REJECTION MAIL. TRUST IS SUCH AN ISSUE. IF WE DID NOT HAVE FREE WILL, SOMETIMES LIFE IS EASIER, I.M.H.O. STILL, THE DEED IS DONE. WHAT'S LEFT ARE TWO MORE PAPERS, SOME FUN WITH PEOPLE I CHERISH AND A SHORT BREAK BEFORE HEADING TO SOLITUDE IN CAMERONS.WILL SEE WHAT HAPPENS. IN THE MEANTIME, PERHAPS SOME FREELANCE WRITING TO GET BY WITH- THEREFORE THE NEED FOR INSPIRATION, FLAIR, HEART&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/163195726537067562-967582082814332636?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/967582082814332636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=967582082814332636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/967582082814332636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/967582082814332636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='..............'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-4647872449007545561</id><published>2008-04-02T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:25:15.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Places'/><title type='text'>SLumBer Parteeee:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_XoMcFzdMI/AAAAAAAAABI/g_93CxZgF7U/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_NIScFzdHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1hSj43oUIc4/s1600-h/IMG_2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184567077648954482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_NIScFzdHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1hSj43oUIc4/s200/IMG_2327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Newsflash: The K12 CG is having the party of the year! Organised by the first year juniors to 'celebrate' us oldies who have been present in the CG since the year 2005. The date was 24th March, 2008 bertempat di Michelle's house in Seputeh. The fun started with Barney party hats on us and walking down to the carpark. Then reached the house already, the lil' ones held our hand as we delicately walked from the car- cos we were blindfolded!! Drama betul when we opened our eyes, Hwei Sue was there! When Ru Ting gave us a sob story about losing hwei sue at Midvalley, the KTM rosak, her hp battery died. Which was true lar, but we did not anticipate her presence all the way from Port Klang. Anyway, before us was very pretty handmade photoframes and card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_NJZ8FzdII/AAAAAAAAAAs/J1QZ3p11JkU/s1600-h/IMG_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184568306009601154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_NJZ8FzdII/AAAAAAAAAAs/J1QZ3p11JkU/s200/IMG_2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_NLCsFzdJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TbpVyIEtJJc/s1600-h/IMG_2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184570105600898194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_NLCsFzdJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TbpVyIEtJJc/s200/IMG_2351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after we settled ourselves, dig into roast chicken, spagetthi and salad courtesy of Michelle's mum- YUMMY!! Then we had sharing session with candle-light for effect. Dang...dang...dang, the juniors blindfolded us again and i was wondering what other nice-ties they had prepared for us. Slowly, led to the garden. Silence. All of a sudden- splash splosh!!!we were bombarded by water balloons! ArghWar it was then. The best part huh, most of us did not bring extra clothes non-withstanding but also the insides! Aiyo......dried naturally it did then.LOL. So it was just a chill outtime of taking photos, mucking around and just plain good time. Imagine 10 girls?! The chaos. Hehe. Thank you to each and everyone who made it the bomb and the best party i ever had..to cherish all my life. Love you all loads!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_Xo3MFzdNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3gRhwOF49is/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185306580823012562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="183" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_Xo3MFzdNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3gRhwOF49is/s200/IMG_2406.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Clockwise from Left- Me, WengYan,BoonYong,HweiSue,Elisha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RuTing,Michelle,JieMin,Jessica,Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_XoMcFzdMI/AAAAAAAAABI/g_93CxZgF7U/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_XoMcFzdMI/AAAAAAAAABI/g_93CxZgF7U/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_Xo3MFzdNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3gRhwOF49is/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_XoMcFzdMI/AAAAAAAAABI/g_93CxZgF7U/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-4647872449007545561?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/4647872449007545561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=4647872449007545561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4647872449007545561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4647872449007545561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/04/slumber-parteeee.html' title='SLumBer Parteeee:)'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R_NIScFzdHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1hSj43oUIc4/s72-c/IMG_2327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-6852159451470049393</id><published>2008-03-21T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:51:38.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>Breath In- The dedication post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Having a reputation for being overly long winded and wordy, i shall try condensation in here though i doubt how much it would be successful! Firstly:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD- You are the ultimate! You opened the doors for me to be in uni, gave me the chance to explore my potentials, discover things i never knew bout myself, put wonderful friends in my life, stayed &amp;amp; guided me through everything, even when i did not believe in you. Thank YOU is not merely a phrase.Its a response to Your mighty love and that is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family- for not being over-worried and trusting me to jaga diri.Even though i hardly come back, TQ for not harping over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph &amp;amp; Eunice- thanks for being my adoptive parents n the time u took to spend with me, the advices, your prayers etc are greatly appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Yong P.C- thou art the motherly one!You always listen and give 'counselling' and ever so generous. Lame-ness is contagious and i'm waiting for you to dance again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Siow Y.L- i remember our trip to Batu Caves!Hehe. TQ for praying for my mum during her surgery and for taking me into yr house when the college was high and dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace loving Michelle- I will remember yr "nanny" wasabi impersonation! Laughed till my sides ached. TQ for being the joke-ster and availing yourself to fetch ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia Money- My 'mummy',your ability to eat for yr frame astounds me!TQ for taking the time to meet me in my first year and for bringing me out on the bike. It was so cool and cold to be riding on lebuh silikon in shorts! BRRR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine went bald- TQ so very much for accepting a squatter into your magnificent abode and for being the 'patient' teacher, tho i know i did make u lose it sometimes.Hehe. Your totally random expressions brings a smile! And yr stories are fascinating :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sook Yee- TQ for being very thoughtful always, knowing what i like and what troubles me.TQ for your comforting words. You are such a dear:)Your sincerity is a very warming trait in this fake world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen- Grateful for the rides i took in yr car and TQ for letting me experience driving a MERZ!Haha.TQ also for willing to drive me all the way fr serdang-PJ to put my stuff, for yr encouragement in jogging despite my super-ly unfit body.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey- TQ for teman-ning me shopping, for being a wonderful group member that give me no trouble:)For listening to my nonsense talk endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phooi Tieng- u have creative ideas, just don be afraid to say it or think we won't accept it. TQ for also being a co-operative member and teman on wednesday after class breaks. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi Wei- my first mass-comm partner in crime. Thanks for hanging out with this banana and for listening to me crap in class always!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee Hui- TQ for not being such a perfectionist!And being helpful to ferry my stuff back home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Min- what can i say that has not been said more than enough? your selamba-ness at times brings me comfort cos in you, i realise that GOD will bring things together,ur faith helps me be less worried. Your extraordinary comments is amusing!i won't talk long here la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwei Sue- i remember how i din have much to talk to u in the beginning.Little that i know its a 180 degree situation now!your humility and gentleness reminds me on how i should tone down. Your little, "prefer-to-be-unknown" acts are greatly encouraging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Ern- TQ for your love notes, SMS sermons, your adventurous streak and many more!For helping me to be comfortable to be me.You are doing a good job as bus conductor!Keep it up!Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee Min- You thinking of me is one thing that i cherish. TQ for your appreciations and hugs! Take care of yourself ya.I wont study MASTERS...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce- for some reason u u think i'm gentle? Joke of the century:D Still, TQ for sharing your problems. Power on with the prayerful attitude, my gentle one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOon Boon- the super busy one,but u making the effort in all that u do is very testament! We may not have had a lot of time to talk but thanks for being part of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Lin Sunshine- We'll never agree on movies, i'm sure. LOL. Thanks for taking the time to come all the way from KLang. TQ for letting me nag u :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weng Weng- 3 yrs in a CG!TQ for being a listening ear, never being selfish.But pls do talk more instead of just letting me ramble.Haha.Your random gestures are hilarious and u wonder why.I'll see guru cemerlang in u soon!MILO totally rawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Chan- Ah you test my patience!But yr pure good fun to hang with,and u very gaya with your guitar! Keep the spirit! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan I.W.- i feel u super achiever but TQ for alleviating my inferiority. Haha. I'll never forget the incident!i wonder what other outrageous request u'll come up with. Buggy has been faithful to me as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha- TQ for your shower of food blessings!I don have enough time to give u public transport crash course.Hehe.But be brave to venture ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RuTing- I remember the time when we 3 jakuns laughed our head off during CG and terrifying the rest. LOL.TQ for sharing your life, your car, the adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saras- being in the same major, u totally understand all that goes on behind it. Its not all that glamorous! TQ for being at my side thruout these years, coupled with all the ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shobee- "daughter-in-law".Have not caught up with u, but TQ for the messages you send.For calling me when you're home. For letting me nag u.* gosh, i nag a lot of ppl-i'm old*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eugenie- remember the time when we chat till dawn for two nights in a row? It was practically a telling of life story! despite knowing u for a year prior. Thanks for being a great friend. And i hope you're doing alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wan Ling- you are like a bouncy hamster, always running around. Yet you have managed to even your time out among so many things. Keep up the spirit of service whereever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sarah- your commitment to CG is very encouraging.Your simplicity is a something to be cherished. Take things easy ya!&lt;/p&gt;Mag- I appreciate the time you would take to have a drink with me, Thanks for knowing that i'm more comfortable in a small group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Xin- your sarcasm is hard to rebutt!!Argh.Still, thanks for being available always, esp when we called u the last minute :P I must increase my knowledge la to have a decent conversation with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandra- sorry for forgetting yr bday.TQ for inviting me to BSB concert tho i couldn't go. Hope you are having a good time in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon- "you gave me something,that makes me feel alright"...once upon a time ago. Glad we are still alright :)Thanks for the 'counselling' advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Lee- aiyo the drama queen that brought much laughter during the dry seasons of Noticeboards in R.Age. TQ for the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Ling- u think so deep la. Profound betul.TQ for giving me extra knowledge though.Chocolate rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hansen- the graphic designer that rescued my assignments from being drab!You have potential, you just need to strike the right chord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azalia- far away in Oz, u still managed to save my butt for my R.AgE assignment, Phew.Thanks!!Hope to catch up with u soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak Datin Awien- you are the ever cute, funny,loveable fren!TQ for not minding my kancil in exchange for your merz...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Lee- ever faithful transport provider for UPM-ers and TQ for dropping me back to PJ almost every week. God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Vei- 'granddaughter',miss you and yr laughters.U always allow me to talk endlessly.Hehe.Oh ya,hoping to see yr bakery in the future.Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth- TQ for being so supportive every time i;m frustrated or down during Internship.TQ for being helpful and your IT skills helped a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Tieng- the 'ah poh'. TQ for not getting angry when i 'ejek' u. TQ for not minding the food back in PJ.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Hew- thank you for teaching me SPSS. And playing badminton.All the best to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene- Aiyo,your food very sedapp,your dancing very cun! Though u say everyone can dance, i think when u see me, u'll retract the statement! LOL. Continue to walk (dance) with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Thean- although i don't really know you, but i feel you're truly a humble guy.And very willing to lend a hand in whichever way you can.God bless in all that you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Cheah- you are such a caring person. for refusing to allow me walking back to college at night from Putra. I hope that you'll find joy in all that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh, sorry if i left anyone out! Each and everyone of u matters to me, know that! CHeerio! Following SUe Ern's post, i also wanna be copycat to do this.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/163195726537067562-6852159451470049393?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/6852159451470049393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=6852159451470049393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6852159451470049393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6852159451470049393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/03/breath-in-dedication-post.html' title='Breath In- The dedication post'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-6903206947200727993</id><published>2008-03-19T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:32:58.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>What are the odds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;J.K needed a place to shelter from rain. And in the rain i delivered it to her. Only to find out that i needed the shelter as well. For some reason i had extra! i don't remember why i put in another one, but what are the chances that we both needed it at the same time??? What if i only had one? Hahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-6903206947200727993?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/6903206947200727993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=6903206947200727993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6903206947200727993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6903206947200727993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-are-odds.html' title='What are the odds?'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-6950720783784223003</id><published>2008-03-10T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:31:45.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><title type='text'>Surprising Sakae Sushi :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That sushi dinner was the best deal i ever had in my eating adventures! We ate salmon sushi, prawn sushi, veg tempura, chawanmushi, soft shell crab, fried salmon, fish roe sushi which was pretty good. Fried salmon with a squeeze of lemon juice was yummy. The salmon skin was crispy and crackling while the meat was not overfried. The best way to eat seafood is sans any sauce or gravy so the sour tang of lemon was nice enough. The price made me smile, although not the high-end line of sushi, it was satisfying enough for my craving and wallet. The place was pretty cool, u could chooses yr food by clicking on em and it would direct your order to the kitchen. So food comes fresh although u can take from the conveyor belt if you're starving. And then can control your budget as well, cos the price would show on the screen. As we went to pay, the cashier printed us the bill which stated RM 25! Although we knew it was RM41. Told the cashier the other things we ate which were not in the bill. I think he got a lil confused. The customer behind us was harassing him to hurry and he couldn;t process her bill without clearing ours. So in a state of kelam-kabut he told to just pay RM25! Hehe. Imagine that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enough of talking nonsense for now. Work is pressing. Aih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-6950720783784223003?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/6950720783784223003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=6950720783784223003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6950720783784223003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6950720783784223003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/03/surprising-sakae-sushi.html' title='Surprising Sakae Sushi :)'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-8603794192596774326</id><published>2008-03-10T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:36:44.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>TOUT-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Despite all the warnings i received from dad not to buy tickets from ppl outside the ticket counter in Puduraya, i did just that last week. It was out of desperation- a need to want to run away from dreary hostel and maybe foreseeing that i won't go home till i graduate in april. So i heaved a deep breath and navigated my way thru Pudu.It was a friday, of course tickets sold out in view of elections and i was a last- minute -desperate -waiting- to- be -touted candidate. I actually bought from the counter, paid RM25 cos its bus tambahan, meaning the company had to pay extra to outsource bus and drivers. Still, nevermind,i was already there and all that matters was getting home. 10am bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;15mins lapsed, no signs of bus no 998.Then half and hr.45mins.My level of patience was really growing thin.COupled by the smog and crowd of Pudu, it couldn't make things any worse. Finally after an hour, a fella led us out of Pudu to the bus, crossing small roads and all. When reached there were an overload of passengers and not enough bus! Damn. They simply sell for money! The 2 buses were full d, he said another 20mins 3rd bus would come. I decided that if it doesn't come, i'd demand a refund and not return home. I was thankful that there was still an extra sit in bus 2 cos apparently one of the passenger's ticket not accepted. Don't bother why, as long as i get to sit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;At snails and turtle's pace the bus moved at 11.30am. The aircon was warm, the seat was tight. So many times it threatened to just die off in the middle of the highway, which i would have gone berserk by then. So it reached at nearly 3.30pm! The perils of going home. I left jessica's house at 8.30am to go pudu.Do the maths.ANd i'm coming from KL to IPOH!!! Goodness.I could have gone to East Malaysia d.Crap.Never again will i trust these ppl. listen to oldie's advice. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-8603794192596774326?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/8603794192596774326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=8603794192596774326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8603794192596774326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8603794192596774326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/03/tout-ed.html' title='TOUT-ed'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-7330639626913042471</id><published>2008-03-05T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:32:58.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>The 'past' in PreSent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you will remain where u are be it physically, mentally, emotionally or socially? Or is it just a random weird thought that i conceived? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Previously i feared that i would not be able to survive in this 'big bad world' cos of my reluctance of opening up, socialising etc. I wondered what uni life would be like before entering (which actually i din have much time to ponder with the short notice). I was a bit freaked out cos i din know that there were ppl i knew coming to UPM. Surprisingly after 3 years, i looked back and saw that the 'old' me is no longer there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Perhaps a new place enabled me to throw myself to doing new things which taught me a lot.I have no idea why i was in awed of school people, those that held posts in the numerous societies they joined and they seemed like they had everything in their hands. While i was just too scared to, i chose to wallow and make excuses for my non-participatory antics. Pathetic(nods head in agreement) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;So then in uni, i did not actually make a conscious effort to change, nor did it happen overnight. I just wanted to try things, do as much as i can possibly to make up for lost time. I believe that is GOD who transformed me- so much so that i dare not believe it sometimes, still wondering if now is ME or i'm just part of a parade. I'm assured sometimes, other times i doubt. I know HE has given me this much and this much i have to make good of it, to be faithful but there is still that tiny dot of envy when i see others doing and participating in more stuff. Why oh why do i care? My friend said if  i've accepted the change, i should not look back.However, the past is a part of me, and i felt i can use it to relate to my life NOW. Its a reminder, but i have to learn not to dwell in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-7330639626913042471?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/7330639626913042471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=7330639626913042471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7330639626913042471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7330639626913042471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/03/past-in-present.html' title='The &apos;past&apos; in PreSent'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-5235320327812339809</id><published>2008-02-27T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:25:15.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><title type='text'>Accomplished &amp; Undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cell group, dinner with coursemates, Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra (MPO), gathering in room with coursemates, Vantage Point movie,church, escape from hostel to aunty's house. Accomplished which were all very eventful but behind all the fun lurks the in-escapable assignments and thesis which i did not lift a finger on. Excuse: its my final sem and when else would i have time? Heh. Nevermind, the slogging times are approaching.And in two months or less it would be over..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171477991436415506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R8TH1WNRchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kxh0XKXmJb0/s200/IMG_1521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, MPO was a wonderful experience. The hall was equipped with state-of-the-art sound systems which amplified every single sound! I could almost hear myself breathe and no-one made any noise when the performance was on but a coughing and sneezing ensued after each interval. Though i know not which dead composer they were playing. Surely would go again if ther price is right. Hehe.Then we posed like mad at KLCC park and missed the KTM at Midvalley. Resulting in a long wait and having to take a cab fr Serdang back to uni cos the uni shuttle bus left already. Almost wilted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another event i wanted to do was organise a little finger- food and chocolate fondue party with my coursemates. Admittedly i never really interacted with them and through the gathering got to know them a little more. I hoped they had a nice time lor. Thanks to Jessica also for sending me to buy my stuff though she was busy that day! XOXO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R8TJYGNRciI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mII2weslS5s/s1600-h/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171479687948497442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R8TJYGNRciI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mII2weslS5s/s200/IMG_1806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Appreciate your help &amp;amp; Buggy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R8TKV2NRcjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e6_hzCm1I6w/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R8TKV2NRcjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e6_hzCm1I6w/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171480748805419570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R8TKV2NRcjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e6_hzCm1I6w/s200/IMG_1611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ah, people who came to buat bising that day!!! Clockwise fr L- Joey (whom i like to call endearingly- hehe), YeeCHing (jogging partner one day but ended up walkin), PhooiTieng (always kena bully from me.LOL.but she don balas balik, how nice) HongSim (erm, mayb i shd talk with u more)Irene (former roomate in SS21, like to make-up &amp;amp; tried to make me up but tak jadi),yours truly and Kathleen (athlete alwiz busy but appreciate yr attendance all the way fr Bukit Jalil). Next time who wanna organise leh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I got to watch Vantage Point with Elisha on Friday at Jusco Balakong. It was a rather fast-paced movie that unravel many layers, many perspectives from different people who viewed the happenings. It had an unexpected twist when hunky Matthew Fox was a baddie!!! It is advisable not to take bus to Jusco Balakong at night cos the Rapid KL at night not so regular leh. We waited quite a while and Elisha got hit on by some weirdo man who circled the area few times looking at her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The weekend involved church, getting squished at the KTM that could probably cure any claustrophobic and a enduring bus ride to Puchong where the bus driver flung the door open while he was still moving!!! If i wasn't heavy enough i could have slipped out of the bus lar..Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So that was the accomplished missions that was fulfilling and content-ing. Now the undone stuff. "To die for" thesis which have been stuck and hoping that i will finally be able to install the SPSS thingy soon. Advertising presentation due on March 17 leh, unfinished a lot la....EEP. Corporate COmmunication assg 2, the person have not replied my email. literature, should do in the midst of waiting for everything else. Quite hard pressed to score in this subject cos the lecturere has her eagle eyes on me. Expectations. Being the odd one out a bit tension-nising. Another 2000wd Malay essay to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All in all, it has been quite a while i had such power-packed days and it was fulfilling. I thank GOD for helping me through. Now the crunch time is looming and i ask YOU for wisdom, strength and discipline to seek YOU daily, to desire the relationship and not use my faith as an escapism...I;m asking a lot from GOD, I want and need HIM to help me with my time management, to just make things at the right time. I know i;m not patient, i find it so hard to take things slow and try so hard to do whatever humanly possible to get things done yet many a time i crash in the wall. Teach me, help me wait on YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-5235320327812339809?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/5235320327812339809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=5235320327812339809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5235320327812339809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5235320327812339809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/accomplished-undone.html' title='Accomplished &amp; Undone'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDf0nKa5fTg/R8TH1WNRchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kxh0XKXmJb0/s72-c/IMG_1521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2230714117312538479</id><published>2008-02-18T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:51:38.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>Not Clicking with Cliques</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cliques are a major bane in my life, perhaps I've never belonged in one. Back in school, the same group of gals would always have cool activities together but i never had a group that i could seriously hang out with. When i was in my teens, i couldn't help but felt insecure over not having a "cool" gang to be seen with, thus i was hardly ever invited to any party. Well, maybe i just did not lool up-to-date or fashionable or sociable that they'd want me there. I was full of envy and dissatisfaction back then. Much as i tried to console myself that its fine to stand alone, i longed for the acceptance in the "hyper-crazy" groups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;However, i grew up from that silly little mindset and upon entering University, i just threw myself into making friends with many people, not caring whether i belonged in a group or not. Although i do feel very accepted and belonged in my cell group and amongst my church mates, i could very well be alone in my course. During my first and second year, i was the only mass-comm student going to CF and TSF FGA. I found wacky and caring friends there which i knew i could run to. Happily i was kinda 'proud' to be the lone ranger in my course. I hung out with someone in my first sem alot cos thats the time u don wanna be alone in the big campus. Then second sem we were all separated to respective majors and soon lepaked more with our major-mates. Still, i never belonged. My outings with my coursemates are almost non-existent. I was very fine with that cos we (church ppl) mostly had something up our sleeves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lately, i somehow realised that i dont know my coursemates at all (in a deeper sense). Either i chose to take weird subjects and ended up not being in the same class or they'd probably think i'm some kinda anti-socialist since i looked very comfortable walking around the campus by myself. They asked why would I want to take a subject with no familiar people? Cos it interests me la and i dun wanna be taking the same thing that the whole mass-comm is taking. I dunno wat kinda perception they have upon me, i hardly remembered how many times my coursemates actually ajak-ed me out....Do i look like i dun wanna be associated with them? I try to ask them but its tiring cos most of the time i get rejected...even for a simple meal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The one gal who was rather close to me has since the sem started declined me at least 4 times for a makan in the cafe, which i cant help but think she's keeping something from me. THough i asked her i have a sneaky feeling that her reply of "we;re just busy" is just to allay my suspicions. Cos i asked her tru SMS so truth can be conveniently left out. Seriously,i'm beginning to think i have a problem which probably too late to realise in my final sem. Sometimes i brush it off and make i'm not really perturbed but thinking of it is quite sad........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well, if the adage "it;s never too late" holds true, then i'm actually trying to hold like a mini gathering this thursday nite in my hostel room. Have invited 10ppl whom i often talked to and hopefully at lis 7-8 wld respond. Its just dinner mar...possibly will take longer than usual but what;s some time to catch up? after grad, who knows when can meet again.......there are 2 gals very enthutiastic and 1 who have said she's coming.....hv arranged for a rice pot so we can hv choc fondue!! surely simple sandwiches on the menu, maybe some crackers and cheese. Honey lemon drink will do kua.......Am praying it will work out lor. thankfully class at 5pm only on thursday so can do some shopping and preparation beforehand......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hope that this blog will c the light of the gathering!!! lazy to look at assignment and thesis stuff now. Jogging later, dinner and cell group. damn sleepy cos of the stupid 2000 word assg in BM which i ran round the bushes like mad. Finished already then realised "esei mestilah berdasarkan situasi di Msia" which i didnt; do. Don care liao. Hv to do another assg for that subject later and other subjects also. Interperse with play le.....Final semester may soon be getting into full swing! Goodness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-2230714117312538479?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2230714117312538479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2230714117312538479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2230714117312538479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2230714117312538479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-clicking-with-cliques.html' title='Not Clicking with Cliques'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-842946097562377890</id><published>2008-02-18T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:32:58.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Feeling Empty...</title><content type='html'>Feb 11, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was reading some blogs of friends, I am very impressed by their depth of thought, their ability to express themselves through words- words that actually mean something. Which got me thinking, yeah sure i can also write but looking back, i feel that most of my writings are insignificant thoughts lar. my brains feels so blank always, it is constantly overrule by less-than-provoking thoughts, which is why i found it hard to be a journalist. This is cos i never read enough, materials that transcends all genres, this hampered my thought process. Many times i just cower in embarassment and listen to people simply cos i have nothing to refute nor stand to the issue. Somebody tell me what my otak is good at?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, deadlines are looming and the system need to kick into assignment gear and thesis (thinking bout it makes me sick) after the CNY holidays. Had a nice time at Wongkok last night with CG mates,the gals are such joy to be with :D though the food was bordering on the extreme tastes for me, the mee too salty and drink too sweet :(&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to malaysian philharmonic orchestra chamber players next wed :) wanna set daily objectives again to get some things done b4 the day. DISCIPLINE!&lt;br /&gt;I need a PHOTOShOP crash course and a lower version of the program cos one action with the CS2 takes so longggg on my less than able laptop.Aiya, was in Mines just now could have got the program and SPSS- the horrible program that i never understood. Bachelor project, hmph it 'll just be made an ornament after i'm done with it.&lt;br /&gt;Did not sleep well last night and i'm supposed to endure 5 hours of class from 2pm onwards. Good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-842946097562377890?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/842946097562377890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=842946097562377890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/842946097562377890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/842946097562377890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/feeling-empty_17.html' title='Feeling Empty...'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3230774784791106032</id><published>2008-02-16T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:32:58.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Muse &amp; grunts. Tired of talkin bout em'. Shall write.</title><content type='html'>Jan 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduate.That is.No, I wont extend or continue, i will leave uni missing all the social interactions, the impromptu stayovers,the lame jokes, the activities,explosive explorations and experiences. Oh,there is just too much over the last 3 years that i cant contain. Entering uni never really occured to me, so i really thank god that he opened the door and allowed me to enjoy the best times of my life. Definitely also getting to know HIM deeper and better, the desire to do so,though admittedly i sway always yet HE is always there. Knowing that gives me security. Like my friend said "the world is waiting for you". Thats scary.......its being stripped of the security walls of campus. Deciding to take a break 1st but will send out resumes nonetheless. For all my aspirations of enjoying my final sem to the full swing, i haven;t been doing anything extraordinary yet. Sigh.Faster, must initiate something. Cell group- up 4 telok gong? hehe....Must try to arrange a meal out with coursemates, which i know i've not interacted very well with except a few.Spend most time wit IK and FGA ppl...&lt;br /&gt;Thesis ah, aiyo dunno that supervisor of mine. Have decided not to do anything more b4 he checks in case a lot of changes. Still have to look up materials 1st la. Realised that i'm more stable this sem, esp since working. Previously, i don have plans to do this and that, ending up having haywired times and wayward schedules. From sleepin at the wee hours,i now sleep and wake early. It feels better and less lethargic. Fulfilling the objectives that i set out to do each day is very satisfying i find. Yet, i sometimes long to live the un-planned, un-timed life but i guess its not that advisable in the long run. Need good health....Need to control my BP if i wish to stay off the medicine. Perfect 'excuse' for sleepin a lot...LOL. Its silly but i will feel guilty if sleep too much.......The solitude in my room works at times, less distraction. Plus the 'weather' in the room is nice, always feels cool...After the blazing facing the sun room of last 2 years. Assignments, assignments- i can do it, i believe. If survival of 7 subs for two sems were possible, this should look like peanuts, no? who am i kidding? well have got one outta the way.Waiting for one more thing fr the member. Hello.....miss, u are so super behind the deadline.Have told u yday, and i dunno y u take so long to type the report.....sheesh. I wanna print it b4 i go off hol, and yet ur still having the article that needs to be attached.ugh.ok, mayb i'm just being a stickler for time and punctuatility....Hmm....also got an idea fr a fren for advertising assg.mayb will let the other members know bout the idea la.see what they tink. Which i predict to be..."anything la".2 out of 3 ideas came fr me and they'll happily ride on it, regardless good or bad marks. Too bad if the marks are not good cos of the idea.U guys did not contribute. For the sake of havin group members, have to delegate jobs. Teeny weeny jobs that i pun boleh selesai.Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3230774784791106032?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/3230774784791106032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=3230774784791106032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3230774784791106032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3230774784791106032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/muse-grunts-tired-of-talkin-bout-em.html' title='Muse &amp; grunts. Tired of talkin bout em&apos;. Shall write.'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-4677026669776308872</id><published>2008-02-16T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:32:58.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>The Goodbye Post</title><content type='html'>Oct 31, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if i'm melancholic or elated from leaving The Star in a few moments (after Liz finishes her work).It has been a great ride, words cant really bring meaning to my feelings. Each and every event (lame or otherwise) cherished. Meanwhile, the people have been kind and patient in guiding a blur-blob like me. The assignment adventures, which i truly pray each time i go out. of course things dont turn out always the way i wished it but its still an experience nonetheless. To answer the classic "what have u learnt" question is almost impossible for me, would anyone care to read my quite concise report? LOL. TOday is Halloween ane we at the youthdesk went a bit mad by donning headgears, from a witch's hat, a national service cadet, a graduate,a devil with horns,a construction worker and ahem,a pothead. (pity la we couldnt find anymore headgear for you)hehe.And i contributed in the making of a Kolam.Ok la, din do it nicely but fun. Only had one story to do but managed to waste time and just finished not too long ago.lembap.guess its the leaving syndrome.Tomorrow is another chapter.Wonder what JonYap's company is like...Hmmhmm.of course i;m nervous!!!! working at THe Star gave me the chance to go online like i;ve never did before! its crazy, free connection for as long as u want.Guess i may suffer from withdrawal symptoms already. Probably no time for MSN or facebook :( LOL. hrm, nothing else to say liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-4677026669776308872?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/4677026669776308872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=4677026669776308872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4677026669776308872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4677026669776308872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodbye-post.html' title='The Goodbye Post'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2426179467312907359</id><published>2008-02-16T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:32:16.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><title type='text'>A good pot of stew &amp; a bad movie</title><content type='html'>Oct 10, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished the story of Ms-i've-been-interviewed-dozen-of-times artist EMilia Tan.THe interview was on last Friday and i took forever to complete it.Actually i was just being procrastinating and knowing that we wont be publishing till Oct22, slacking off a bit.Although it feels weird that there areno deadlines to meet but just chill la.Who cares bout Emilia when i was given an assignment that i so love and loved after it got published..LOL...regarding the drive for food!!!!My absolute fave topic to talk about. Granted its nothing newsworthy and being out only in a small compartment of THe Star. R.age section specifically which only travels to tertiary institutions around Klang Valley and then some places that i'm not sure of.Click on &lt;a href="http://www.rage.com.my/"&gt;http://www.rage.com.my/&lt;/a&gt; if interested.Hehehe.. I can expand my stories longer and be more liberal with my words in Rage cos its more towards feature writing unlike news. The spectrum is totally different,most of the times things i do i n r.age are what i refer to "pretty" stuff meaning i wont get to see tragic stuff- which gets at me rendering me unable to write the news.But i guess more than 3months at the hot and happening newsdesk is pretty fine for an intersnship and need to change atmosphere. people at youthdesk are great and fun!!Thinking if on my last day i would have tears streaming?hehehe....not sure lar.......How would it feel to walk out on Oct 31, knowing i wont come in again the following week...Hmm.Is it crazy to start another job immediately? I wont call it a job la, just to go and learn something at a friend's production company for the month of NOV.Then i shall chill and loll my days off in Dec.Wonder if got any family vacation? :D...Havent seen daddy since last Dec!!!Thank GOD that he just renewed his working contract in Singapore for another year.Anyways, i have a plan on how i can fit in time for my report and thesis despite not stopping on the official day of 22nd which would have given me time to do the work till 31st. Thank goodness i have leftover off days that i have taken and planned to go back campus then.It seems like a workable plan on paper (as i hvnt embarked on it yet) and i can only pray for wisdom to make the right decisions and profitable arrangements and the conscience to make the most outtta the time.I'm so prone to wasting time!!! Plus i'm trying to convert some videos to join the star's drive for food contest.It worked finally but horrors the audio was terrible!!!the voice sounded like mice.Gosh.anyone can lend a hand? unless the judges deem squeaky voice to be a creative streak in the video....had no energy to troubleshoot it last nite liao....was falling asleep on the PC already.But a quick ab crunch session awakens my senses....for like 10mins b4 i konked off again.LOL.NOw i'm so sleepy and the weather and working environment aint helping.Maybe i shd run up and down menara star to jolt meself up.' Its like a morgue here...everyone is indulging and having communications with their PC.No one feels like talking and me dunno wat is there to talk also.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last night I watched a really mindless crappy movie entitled "I now pronounce u chuck and larry'......its a so pro-homosexual movie which i'm a bit surprised passed the censorship.Hmm.Wondering if the movie would spark off any homosexual's parade for their rights and what not.As of now(as far as i noe) homosexuality is not something discussed often but look around i'm sure u'd see or even know of them. Will there be laws passed that they will be able to wed ala some countries have? though i highly doubt it.Well, it was those laugh-a-minute lame crass jokes that border a a lot on all things sexual.Quoting Phui,"it was distasteful".Ah well, i'm for all things must try before anything.Don wanna keep thinking if it was any good etc, like the Manhattan fish market which i've always wondered- finally tried and knew its no good not worth the price.I dont remember much (or any) parts of the movie liao....either my memory is so bad or the movie was just unforgettable.The brighter side was, it addresses how people should not judge and how we should accord them the rights they deserve in situations- gay is not the issue,it can be looked upon as one of the vehicles to address the issues of rights.&lt;br /&gt;As with life, there are hits and misses la.I remember when i the "hairspray" outing- i dint have a wonderful meal but totally had a blast with the movie!!!! Then resident evil was irritating that i had to pass out tickets and also experiencing fish market, which nearly killed my wallet (but still ok-la) and the movie was free and thankfully not too bad. And while chuck and larry left a aftertaste, ZUUP certainly didnt!Phui suggested the set dinner of a soup,main and drink for rm16.90 which i tot was pretty reasonable.Then i realised that is only for lunch, the set dinner was RM18 wit main and dessert/drink while have to add Rm6 for soup wor....So i settled for an irish hotpot stew in a bread pot.HAve always wanted to try ZUUP- last time pergi dgn kathleen who wanted to belanja me, i couldnt eat due to some stupid tummy upset!!!ishness.The bread was yummy, it had a hint of garlic i thought and was soft on the inside and the crust crispy and fragrant! Although people who don like to have their bread soaking up the soup or gravy may not like it so much. The beef was nice and tender and nicely sized.It was easy to chew, yet still retaining some reddish-ness in the inside.I mean of cos its not a prime cut of the beef but i'm not a beef expert, as long as its tender i'm ok.Accompanied with potatoes and carrot, add in some bay leave and encased in that bowl.I really enjoyed it and lapped up every single drop after the bread soaked up the gravy! For RM10.90 it was worth it.Taking into consideration its KL after all.The price is acceptable.Total plus tax RM12.50.Hit!Wanna go again to try out other soups.I didnt know i can be soupy freaky:)Ok, henceforth meals shall not cost more than RM4 shd i eat out.Mostly i dont la.Just had lunch of sandwich.THe HI-5 wholemeal bread seemed to have traces of some nut in it........nice.Tonight still have one portion of my distorted version of chicken stew.Either my tastebuds are skewered or i just don wanna admit it was not a nice combo of sauces used to cook it.Haha.But can eat.Hope my weird cooking ideas don dilute my tastebuds!&lt;br /&gt;will there be impending great food this weekend with mum and sis' visit with aunty?:)....greed is so oozing out of me. Okie....maybe shd get to work on "what u can do at a recreation park" thingy.......some HP thingy that supposd to do wit Sham.dunno how she wants it done.When time flies, i lament, when time crawls i complain.Maybe someone shd just shoot me in the head.OuT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-2426179467312907359?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2426179467312907359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2426179467312907359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2426179467312907359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2426179467312907359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-pot-of-stew-bad-movie.html' title='A good pot of stew &amp; a bad movie'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2272111667751311153</id><published>2008-02-16T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:51:38.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>philosophy behind lazy</title><content type='html'>Oct 09, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, if there was ever such a thing. Lazy cannot be given excuses.Its just the part of the brain telling me that i can be lazy.Haha.Justifying myself.Seriously i dunno why i dont have the semangat to do work today lar....knowing there is no publication from tomorrow till 22nd oct. But of course that is not an excuse not to do work but deadlines are a bit lax lor.Happiness of the day is that our  impropmtu trip became the cover story!didnt waste my efforts to make them pose and all tho i;'m sure they were quite willing.And also interviewing eugene and hansen, lucky it went in or else it would feel bad to ask them so many things and then not getting it out.hehe....Well, theres not that much time left in internship and i've arranged my off days to head back to UPM to do my thesis, reg for college etc.Am praying that GOD will help me to do my work and not be lazy. My conscience needs to be pricked constantly.Also i need wisdom to find the right resources and information for my chapter 2.After that should ease up. Chapter 3 is just methadology so should not be much of a hassle.Sensing that 20-21 is weekend and off anyway, i took 22-24 off and clear up my backlog off days.Although it may make more sense to take the last three days ie 29-31oct off but that would probably mean i will be doing all my work last minute just to be in time to submit on last day 31st.Don think i can let it hold for so long, i would end up panicky.So,if i have a choice to do earlier, i would. I wanna enjoy my last days in THe Star. Honestly its been heck of a ride! Learnt a lot, gone through a lot of stumbles but it has taught me many things to survive in society.And then i asked from Jon Yap if he would let me come in for novermber to broaden my horizons in his production house.Although i'm clueless but i think there is always something to learn tho the basics.Cos i dun wanna waste my november at home lolling. December is ok, one month of rest would do.While there is still life and time, must maximise and seize the day.Hehe.Plus would be going for my 1st IK camp after 3yrs in UPM.Last 2 times something conflicted with it so tak jadi pergi.I thank GOD that he answered my request that Jon would let me take the camp days off.Phew.Kira2 only 12 days left minus all the off days and i'm done and to move bac to where it all started-UPM for my final semester.Lets not even go to the time flies rant!!!!Surprisingly also i could register for subjects today so i promptly registered for thesis part 2 and interpersonal communication cos i really dunno wat other elective to take already. Will take only 12 credits next sem.Now registered 6, 2 more 3credit subjects pending. The literature lecturere said to meet her after raya so she can let me register.Well, i'm takin msian literature cos i've bit of background in it.It needs whole load of sharpening again.Hehe.Language is one thing i cant learn esp the reading and writing so i've given up on it. Have also asked lecturer of sociology and anthropology if i can take.Basically now its just waiting lar.GOD has been good, cos each sem i would be very agitated by all this registration thingy.I need to learn to lean on him.For my accomodation next sem, i wont purposely hunt for outside hse.If its not meant to be at lee mei's hse, back to college it is.Definitely more convenient lar except i've to do my own laundry....after mths of washing machine bliss.LOL.and cant cook.unless i but a tiny chiller.....and get a electric stove then can liao.I want to apply 2 in one room or single room if possible.lets just see how.hmm...can go home de!!!yahoo!!!go bac and do report.lalalalal.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-2272111667751311153?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2272111667751311153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2272111667751311153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2272111667751311153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2272111667751311153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/philosophy-behind-lazy.html' title='philosophy behind lazy'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-8784046062202351549</id><published>2008-02-16T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:32:58.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Feel like being quiet.....mind is not quiet though</title><content type='html'>Oct 03, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been kinda busy lately which is great, despite some really minor stuffs that all of us hate to do but nevertheless something better than nothing. Well, have two new interns to 'bully' but oh my, i'm kinda intimidated by them cos on their first day already have so many ideas!!!!Goodness,i;ve been here so long and i didnt even have any ideas.Shit.They make me feel inadequate as a reporter and wanna give up this thing as a career.Anyway,Ok la tomorrow i have an interview with a batik artist.Dengan ehsan yang baik, R.age gave out free tickets to resident evil premiere and ppl did SMS and when we told them to come collect from star office, only about 20ppl turned up.Left with no choice and needing to fill the hall, we had to stand at midvalley to pass out to those who didnt collect earlier.Extra work.Next time, if u don intend to come then text to redeem ok.Give u free still need to cater to ur convenience.And for ppl who get things free, don act as though we owe u something like that.Making so many demands, like wanna change seat etc.Of course it was our bad that we also didnt realise that rows starts with A being the furthest fr the screen and tot we were doing a biug favor by giving them N row seats.LOL.That couples who got B row and wanted to mengada2 change and kick up a fuss on how u didnt get the msg earlier to collect on monday (it was in the papers as well, doink-tipu pun tak tau).Well we wouldnt have minded so much if u dint make noise on this and that.Well u got it, u tot B was in front so we gave u N which too bad for u it was worse than the 1st one.Hah.Anyway, i think the system shd change if next time wanna give out tix.Resulting in so many leftovers anyway.Had no feeling watching the movie cos din see the 1st 2 instalments so nothing to comment.Many unexpected moments that jump out tho.Milla Jovovich looks good in combat clothes and mode.And some scenes despite the condition she is in, her face so flawless!!Haha....Then i had to my famous clumsy act and fell off the stairs aft the show while on the way exitin the hall.Sia suey but at lis it was still dark in there.But i lost my precious HP accesory.....Sad....couldnt find it in the dark and ppl constantly behind me.Sigh...Why oh why......:( Finally tasted (more like sampled with the lil bit there was) Manhattan Fish Market.So the definitely overpriced!! Rm50 for a platter of prawn, calamari,fish,fries,mushrooms and garlic rice.Nothing so wonderful bah.All things were fried and tasted pretty much the same to me.For the cost, can get better seafood, ok maybe pay a bit more to get bigger prawns etc.Total damage plus drinks and tax RM25.A colleague paid that much and ate like a bird cos she din really like it.Pity.I wwnt for the sake of trying only,never again.Maybe i'll go for their fish alone dishes.Although still pricey at RM15 for fish and chips but still ok for KL i guess.Oh well, a foodie must always try new things.THen i shall have my daily breads and oats after manhattan then.Mummy coming on raya on fri nite till mon which i'm off also.A break and probably great food!!!!!hehehe..."tam chiak".I;m dwelling in the season of hormonal imbalances resulting in my jumbled thoughts.Is there a cure for it?i don like this feeling lar......Halfway bathing last nite, the whole neighbourhood takde electric.Groping away pulak.Then was so tired that i slept off even without fan and din know what time it came back also....Aft this need to do the image page thingy again......la nak buat apa topic ya? Might as well find some events for that darn noticeboard also.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-8784046062202351549?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/8784046062202351549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=8784046062202351549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8784046062202351549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8784046062202351549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/feel-like-being-quietmind-is-not-quiet.html' title='Feel like being quiet.....mind is not quiet though'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-4603180333968945615</id><published>2008-02-16T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:32:58.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Vroom vroom.....................blek..</title><content type='html'>Sept 14, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like stepping on the accelerator of a beautiful car (lets say, Boxster..cos thats wat i saw that day) and then suddenly wanna pecut, the engine mati pulak. Ok, pardon my lack of a better description due to the lack of my imagination.its like that say about last 2 weeks when  i had stuff to do pretty much daily and now, all fizzled out causing me to shrink into my "nothing to do depression" mood yesterday.And the cold certainly didnt help at all.So i purposed to do something today and asked from Shen-li (he's the nice one) to let me do malay views i.e translation. aNd maybe i'll follow a senior out.So i did it and finisehd kinda fast but shen-li said the stories i chose not so hot so i did another 2 lor.Then saiwan said to type out the solat times till end of the year but too bad the website only list till mid-oct which i did anyway.Kononnya metro can get byline easily but today 2 of my articles came out which of average and substantial length and no byline!!! What the.......tad pissd that so many times they give byline for short2 story but they didnt even give me one 4  2 articles.too much.At lieast my "qi gong" story came out with a byline which made it more worth it to have suffered the cold and sacrifice my off day.Planning to go home sometime b4 end of the month or something.Depends when free and will have to receive my key from ipoh first or else cant get to the car upon reaching ipoh.Today i decided to transfer desk to youth and will start on monday.Tot of going metro then youth but chenghoe said metro more or less like newsdesk and if i wanted to go there i can still stay at newssdesk so they can call us to go 4 sudden things e.g michael chong.At the same time do metro stuff.and he said feature writing i.e sect 2, he dunno if i can catch up in less than 2mths or not left.So guess youth it is.But one thing there is looking for stories esp for r.age cos they run everyday and the reporters mostly look for the interesting youths by themselves........aiyo my contacts list not so good so may be a bit susah lor....nevertheless a challenge it is.plus the ppl they  talk to seems so interesting one,wonder where they find but many times its the same genre (music ppl etc) but different angle- which is wat journalism is i suppose.Haih, when will i attain that level?comes with experience.....i know i know i cant rush things.but what if i feel i shd be getting somewhere already? i expecting to much of myself...but then again.......i'm not a real hardworking person also, many days i think if i'm right to have chosen this.ok ok...different issue.Aiyah i got distracted liao, dun remember wat i wanted to say.Oh, its friday nite when ppl are prob out dancing all night, (horrid rhyme) while i'm gonna be home with my computer by my side..forcing myself to write.hahaha....finances also tight so there shall not be any going out in sight.....thankfully youth desk only bout 10pax so b4 i leave i'll buy tea for em as well...it wont cost much.probably less than 50bucks.haha.compared to rm137 i forked for appx 60 pax on newsdesk plus the subs.But it was alright considering i''ve learnt and stayed here so long...wahahaha.set would buy youthdesk tea end of oct......it felt weird to see myself in the paper.hahah.Posed for sharmila's article bout acting busy and din know i could make that face infront of the camera.Lol.aiya,my flabby arms looked fatter in pix pulak....haha.probably wont really recognise its me cos most of the time i'm looking down.i have this mad idea of bein jasmine's intern in november cos quite free but still considerin..or can cabut balik ipoh and do part time job....hmm hmmm hmm........many things to decide but lets be focus and keep to the important ones first i.e report and thesis....bah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-4603180333968945615?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/4603180333968945615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=4603180333968945615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4603180333968945615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4603180333968945615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/vroom-vroomblek.html' title='Vroom vroom.....................blek..'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-28569777693569624</id><published>2008-02-16T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:32:58.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>the recall</title><content type='html'>Sept 07, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, what goes around comes around.In my early days of training, i'd come in on off days to work and slowly i became jaded and tired cos of got assignements already so my off days became so precious to do other stuff important or just chill. So anyway, i planned to be off this weekend to help in H2o on sunday and also to be able to make church on time. Lo and behold yesterday, one of the editor recalled me to go cover some Qi gong event! Argh!! I was already not feeling very well and cos i wanted to bunk with jasmine for the night, i tried worming my way outta it by saying not well. But he said go back and sleep u'll be fine.Why? cos its star's project so must support and cover.Sigh.Then i stayed with Jasmine anyway which was actually pretty silly cos the event is near my Damansara house.But i didnt wanna go home and would rather take a public transport there even if its more inconvenient.Anyway, Jas dropped me threre and i purposely went late cos i was tired.and "bo kam guan" la.Got it from my editor who said last time i would work on off days and ask for work now he give me i don want.Its true la but i was sick d.......Managed to interview the participants and the master and i don really care if its a great story.I juts want to finish it.damn.I wont mind if i have nothing on but cos of me i think jasmine couldnt do some things for H20 cos no help.feel so bad.......now i'm freaking cold, with a headache and a slight ache on my jaw when touched.Think i shall leave now to get a quick bite and go church where its super cold also!!!!Praying i will be well for h20 tmr cos i missed the last one....:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-28569777693569624?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/28569777693569624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=28569777693569624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/28569777693569624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/28569777693569624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/recall.html' title='the recall'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2175976571486289811</id><published>2008-02-16T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:57:42.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Places'/><title type='text'>Tastes of Malacca</title><content type='html'>Sept 05, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most Malaysians would confess to, the highlight of traveling is the food!! Therefore, here goes....In chronological order of which i ate first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Or Chien&lt;/span&gt;- on friday night after Mr Tan dropped us back home he went off to grab that for us. And the fragrance permeated the dining area upon opening the pack.although i didnt see the oysters, it was the frying of the egg that mattered.It is important to have starch in it to create that slightly chewy bite and it makes it fragrant.Equally important is the chilly sauce which had enough kick and the right amount of calamansi juice for the tangy flavour.Too add to the smell, a generous topping of coriander was given.We licked the platter clean (rather the wrapper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chicken rice ball&lt;/span&gt;- the gem of Malacca gastronomic circle.Its traditional hainanese chicken rice only that the rice was shaped into a ball and the grains very fine, i suppose to make em stick.People eat rice early in the morning here as ern said by lunch the place would be packed so there.Had it at chung wah coffee shop at Jonker st. Its kinda old with the marble tables and all.We had 4 rice balls each and a portion of chicken. Well, i thought that the chicken was so-so only, the sauce was not "phang" (fragrant in hokkien) to my standard cos i based it upon the nice ones from ipoh la....Maybe i shouldnt have huh?But to me, the sauce is very important.The chilly sauce was good, not diluted and chokefull of garlic taste and spicy enough.They said popping the whole ball into the mouth is a pretty nice experience but i didnt do so.The rice could be more frangrant and less fine in my opinion.Maybe i'm used to the rice being very fluffy and the grains whole la.It would have been more jazzy if they threw some spring onion adn coriander to garnish the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Laksa&lt;/span&gt;- At Gee kuat huay shop (hope i got the spelling right).At about 11-ish we went there and could see the crowd already picking up as it only opens in the day.We had the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nyonya laksa&lt;/span&gt; which was lemak type and colour more towards curry mee soup style.It was emm emm good,esp if u eat the "tau foo pok" which has absorbed the glorious soup- do not eat while piping hot cos the taufoo has sealed in the soup and it will be very how and scald ur mouth la.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Baba laksa&lt;/span&gt; veered towards the asam style without coconut milk, a tad sourish.Both laksa came topped with slices of onion lending a sweetish taste and crunchiness and chopped mint leaves.Price at RM3.50 for a rather big portion.We also ordered&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; currypuff&lt;/span&gt; with the pastry so light that it crumbles in one bite, the filling was potato- spicy and a lil sweet.We became a fan.the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yam cake&lt;/span&gt; was also nice cos there was more yam than flour, which many sellers do so.The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"chai kueh"&lt;/span&gt; was pretty well done, the skin thin enough but not too light that the filling would drop out.The turnip filling was crunchy to the bite and pepper-y.Not forgetting the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;onde-onde &lt;/span&gt;oozing gula melaka when bitten.The skin was alrite tho for me the chewier, the better.For refreshment it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;malaccan shaved ice,&lt;/span&gt;which i wasnt payin much attn to, they said dont have santan but i'm not too sure.It was ok, with cendol strips and red beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Durian cendol&lt;/span&gt;- Alamak, didnt notice if there was a name to the shop also on jonker st. but according to ern, the seller very "action".Hehe.Who cares as long as her cendol is not.Had the specialty durian cendol which is normal cendol topped with durian paste.A burst of flavour indeed but it could get too sweet and overwhelming. If u prefer lighter, the original version was something i was surprised with. I thought cendol would be very "jelak" due to the gula melaka and santan but this one amazingly was refreshing but not to the tasteless extent.Must mention the red beans cos good red beans is cooked thoroughly and has no trace of toughness in the centre.same goes for the cendol strips.Min bought a dumpling which we were too full to eat liao.But it looked good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) After walking at st paul's and mahkota parade,we looked for the much awaited for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nadeje Patisserie &lt;/span&gt;which sue has been mentioning for ages.Its crepe in various flavours.We were prepared to indulge.Reached there, plonked our smelly and sweaty selves on the comfy huge couches and surrounded by jazzy sounds and attended to by a kinda cute waiter in black assemble.Hehe.We ordered a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;banana milk&lt;/span&gt;, a pot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;berry tea&lt;/span&gt;,an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;original crepe&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;rum raisin&lt;/span&gt; one.The photogs didnt wanna let us eat until they get a nice pic but unfortunately the lighting wasnt helping much.Banana milk was a lil like milo bananashake that can be done at home.It has banana at the bottom, the chocolate drink and fresh milk on top.For the price it wasnt mindblowing.Berry tea had the berry smell but no berry taste and the rest didnt really take a liking to it.The crepe was a real light dessert and pretty tasteless actually, on top of each layer was a light spread of cream and the rumraisin flavour did not meet the mark. We really had to focus and concentrate to find if got taste or not.Haha.Pretty so-so only.Maybe we could make our own crepes but i think the skill is in the batter.Must be light and fluffy.Overall each of us paid RM8.40 each and collectively agreed we put too high a tag on it.Its not a must go place but will do if u want a quiet and cozy outlet to dine.They have other food but on that day the kitchen was under renovation so no food.Its at Jalan PM4, plaza mahkota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, kita duduk bas balik rumah.So sleepy, could barely keep eyes open.Must be all the food swimming in the gut.After shower and all we proceeded to dinner!! Highlight of the trip for me.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Satay Celup!&lt;/span&gt;Outside one stick is 5ocent so ern's mum bought the sauce and DIY.Just add water.And prepared the ingredients.We had fishball,prawn,taufoo,abalone mushroom,kangkung,cockles etc.Had a fun time and the sauce was delish.Its basically peanut sauce akin to those accompanying satay but the twist i think is the various types of herbs in it, which i feel there is basil etc.Cukup "geng", the cockels were very fresh that nary had a strong smell.I rarely eat cockles one.Lap up the gravy with bread.Yummy.Btw,we cook the stuff in the sauce, not in plain water like "lok lok".The peanuts in the sauce was a lot and thus helped to thicken the sauce.So filling and satisfying.Cooled down with milo and ribena flavoured ice cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu, we went jonker again.This time i remembered sampling a lot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;pineapple jam tarts&lt;/span&gt; until i became so befuddled with it.Somehow still mdm goh's one was the best.Maybe i din want to let my ego down cos i bought that.Some was made to huge-ly and the pastry although crumbly didnt have enuf butter taste.Some the jam was not flavourful enuf.At least they didnt use the commercialised one which would be "bah".Sat and had &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;coffee &lt;/span&gt;brewed the old style by the aunty who was delighted when told its good.A vast contrast from Nescafe altho i dont know what local coffee bean it is.and tried this&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; rice rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thingy which was hollow and covered with sesame seeds and its sweet.How shall i describe the shape? Oblong wuld be suffice.Scouted for gula melaka and the original ones supposed to be not mixed with sugar and there is a difference in smell and texture.Didnt buy, dunno if will use or not.yeah,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;sotong bakar&lt;/span&gt; was nice as well,smokey and not to chewy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a very heavy tummy,we settled down to bed.Morning bfast was fried noodles made by Mrs Tan-warm and loving home cooked food:) after the church service, we had refreshments of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;currypuff,sandwich,kuih-mueh.&lt;/span&gt;Ah yes the wonderful &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;onde2,&lt;/span&gt; better than the previous day one. Had 4 biji.The chewiness i love and the gula melaka squirted out when i bit into it.Just right.When at the dutch days in malacca fair,sampled their &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;-not shiok enuf for me.And some expensive flour concocted thingy which was bland.The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cendol jam besar&lt;/span&gt; was sigh....So kedekut with the ice,the santan also watered down.How to be refreshing on a hot day?Decided to have lunch at Tesco cos wanna escape the heat.Nothing much there at the foodcourt so just went for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;rojak buah &lt;/span&gt;to get my fruit intake for the day.Suspect the sauce got cornflour cos the thickness does not look original,it has the texture of gravy added with cornflour.Mana boleh one? Keropok pun takde.The s&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;otong kangkung &lt;/span&gt;was overcooked, the vege so soft while the sotong dah keras.She took so long that i was wondering if i should go help her...Went home to pack and Mrs tan insisted we eat b4 leaving( so caring and generous-pai seh) Had &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;siew pao&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"ham tan sou"&lt;/span&gt; from esquire kitchen.Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On very long journey back to KL (read previous post) we had siew pao again,from jonker st and incidentally the bus passed by the empayar siew pao of seremban.LOL.and there we were sampling &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;malaccan siew pao&lt;/span&gt;.emm....somehow the skin was more flaky and the filling had bits of pork fat.Nice..but sadly it was cold, if it just came out of the oven, it would be blissful.:)&lt;br /&gt;there are more things tak berkesempatan makan due to time constraints but nevertheless we manage to stuff our face and tummy!!Burp...:P next trip please.....Bring it on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-2175976571486289811?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2175976571486289811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2175976571486289811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2175976571486289811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2175976571486289811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/tastes-of-malacca.html' title='Tastes of Malacca'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-1366792419954545110</id><published>2008-02-16T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:52:45.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Places'/><title type='text'>The historical land.</title><content type='html'>Sept 04, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahoy! My journey to Malacca was alrite, 8pm bus and reached at 10pm and altho was so tired d(previous post) couldnt really nod off.Maybe its the anticipation and excitement of finally reaching the place we had wanted to go for so long. Jiemin and sue took a 4.30 bus and i couldnt follow them cos of work- merdeka parade which i could have taken off but i tot just go lar-at least i have a concrete reason to.On the surface, melaka looks like any state, similar to Ipoh also what...Anyway noticed this really really long bridge that connects from the bus hub to TESCO and etc...aiyo i doubt anyone would walk thru it...:P Then the whole gang comprising of generous host-ess sueern,fellow travelers min &amp;amp; sue plus mr tan who drove came to pick me.Then i realised that their house is just opposite the bus station, 5min walk saja....by car even longer cos have to turn and all.Upon reaching the house, we were greeted by Max the cute doggie which looked more like a bear :) and he's so gentle...Aww...their house was so opulent! So long and was just renovated 2yrs ago.For a single storey its really big and its very unassuming from outside.Whoa! first meal of the nite, "or chien" which came piping hot and so fragrant with garnishing and the chilly sauce was beautiful.Yummy.Cleaned up and chatted a while before nodding off, got extra single bed but ern squeezed into the big bed anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Was awakened by ah min's alarm which nobody actually budged upon hearing it but i was very perturbed by it so i got up to switch it off b4 clambering under the sheets again.Later they said they weren't bothered by the alarm, but was awakened by me shaking the whole bed.LOL. Anyways,we left to jonker street, which is like the hot tourist-y of malacca.Morning there was nothing much so we just strolled around the place and snapped photos. The souvenirs can be oh so tempting as they come rather cheap and cute too.We saw there were many stores selling personalised thingys, such as painted handphone pouches, tiny bear figurines made of wood which can be used as paper clip or magnet.There seems to be a good marketing strategy going on, although u may have the same object yet it can be truly unique for urself.Buy buy buy..Got 4 of those pouches for rm10 and though i nvr realy fathomed how to use it, i tried and it takes some getting used to la..But it was so pretty and colourful and poor ern sat there like an Ah ma waiting for her indecisive "kids".Haha.The orangutan house is a a shop selling personally designed shirts by charles cham.It was cute esp the orang utan although i found the rest pretty usual only and paying rm30 is kinda pricey...i wouldnt mind actually but on a strained budget it could be put to better use..Most shops sell pretty much the same things and got some souvenirs that i think i havent seen anywhere else....YET.After exploring Jonker street, it was on to St Paul's church and going snappity-snap la. Some developer very cleverly built a new mall just next to St paul's making it a natural progression to go there after the sunny visit to the church...Nothing special, just a mall where some very unfortunate incident happened which all of us promised not to say..(well hopefully anyway...lOl)Then followed by mahkota parade and bought some things there before going to Nadeje patisserie which is next post la (the food entry)...Headed home to have dinner- and then to jonker street again which was so vibrant and colourful at night, not to mention threading like on a snail's pace.Also went to have a look at  the portugese settlement and balik rumah to say goodnight. On sunday we went to Ern's church Calvary Life assembly which incidentally was their opening of the new building. Its charismatic so no problems adjusting. Its a nice building but strangely the restroom is located rather far off from the sanctuary.After that we went to some Dutch days exhibition at st paul's area there which was disappointing....Sigh and so hot and then to Tesco for lunch cos it was so hot and we wanted aircond.Rested a while at home before boarding the bus with min back to KL.The bus took 5hrs to reach KL!!!First something wrong with the engine which we waited nearly an hr to change another bus then traffic jam as it was the merdeka weekend thus ppl rushing back to the city at nite.Planned to go home PJ but upon the long ride decided to bunk in at min's aunt's place at sentul timur as it wont be safe to go back alone so late.Which i must say its a very nice apartment that has natural aircond as the wind coming into the room was so cool!!!Slept like a piggy and was reluctant to get up la to go back PJ and go to work....And that was a very condensed story of our long wished malacca trip which finally fulfilled albeit with very little time and stomach space.:) Where are we going next then? Hehe..Must find more travel kakis....:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-1366792419954545110?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/1366792419954545110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=1366792419954545110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1366792419954545110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1366792419954545110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/historical-land.html' title='The historical land.'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-7075366442207711442</id><published>2008-02-16T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:52:45.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Places'/><title type='text'>50th merdeka celebration</title><content type='html'>Sept 03, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i had the once in a lifetime chance to witness the 50th merdeka celebrations, unless i live till 72yrs to see the next one- provided my bones have not creaked to much, i may attend the 100th one.So i suppose i shd do justice to my opportunity which btw i'm typing this upon a fren's urging.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes, it started very very early and bleary for me.Woke up at 4am and colleague picked me up at 5am.She needed to interview some ppl at 6 and fearing parking woes and trahhic jams and directions misguideance, we set out that early.b4 6am the participants were already thronging the area leading to dataran merdeka.Schools,companies, ministries- u name it they have the ppl.In various costumes, some really funny looking ones.Cant describe as i'm no haute coutour person, more like a fashion faux pas.LOL.Ppl were sleeping on the ground outside the national mosque..Anyway, the dignitaries from other countries arrived one by one in their big flashy cars and etc.Then Negaraku played then all the patriotic songs filled the air.we ahd schoolkids in costumes dancing on the road which was impressive considering that a big group and they are quite young dancing to so many songs with different steps, while i have two left feet.cute.Followed by floats procession and tanks with aircrafts flying over our heads making twists and turns. Ended with another dance which was rather funny cos they carried a bag and for each dance, they pulled out different utensils.Like doraemon bag.actually the floats symbolised the inroads made by all our prime ministers- their programs introduced and the structures on the floats represented those stuff. It ended around 10plus...period.thats it, rubbish strewn all over the place and the bigshots left to their "humble" (sarcastically) vehicles and homes while we the humble public subjects had to swelter while waiting for them to berangkat from the seats to the car!! Felt so bacteria infested after the whole event.Luckily its in the morning, or else gonna get heat stroke already.And if it wasnt for work, i wouldnt even have the slightest tinge of interest to get crushed with the people lar.Have better things to do.Sue me for not being patriotic, haha...which is true.So panas but thankfully we went back by car to the office.Upon settling down then i could feel the sleepiness oozing out every pore of me as had a heavy lunch some more.Did story and rushed off to pudu to malacca.Next post....got long story to tell.in a matter of 2days trip...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-7075366442207711442?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/7075366442207711442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=7075366442207711442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7075366442207711442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7075366442207711442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/50th-merdeka-celebration.html' title='50th merdeka celebration'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-4730000452279082322</id><published>2008-02-16T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Wanted to blog for so long....</title><content type='html'>Sept 03, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, God really, like really answers prayers!! He gave me work to do abundantly cos i asked for it.6 days of work, i was sent out 5 days while the other 1 day was left to do clerical stuff i.e answering the phone, which is not exactly easy cos i need to layan all the nonsense that ppl call in.Some ppl really think we are some charity organization or something that we can change things..etc.Cant believe the things ppl call up to complain.Haha.I feel bad turning them away but seriously, there is nothing we can do about it.Like this one guy who complained so passionately bout mamak stalls putting the platter of curry on top of the roti canai- he suggested we go cover the story, adoi.Noone died of that as far as i know, even if food poisoning also u wont know where the poison came from, cld be from the roti, the flour, the plate containing the roti etc...Ish then u just tell the waiter not to do that la.Think we are some tabloid newspaper like that.Lol.Quick recap, cos i don really remember...2 wisma MCAs,went to some ulu place called jinjang(how apt)hehe,SUHAKAM,blabla....went to see the raja gigi pulling the truck with his teeth.(which i agree is much greater than having the longest sandwich and what not, don think u need skill to pile all the ingredients on the bread, do u?Haih...be more innovative la if not just focus on ur day job la.Hehe.Then merdeka parade la which i went like at 5.30am!woke up at 4am,then wait for colleague to pick me up then go dataran merdeka.Well, at least i got to go for my first and most likely last merdeka parade.If i'm not in this line, i wouldnt have a chance to go la.Not too embarassing to say i've never been for a parade, furthermore its 50th one.But its definitely not for putera and puteri lilins and claustrophobics.Bacteria infested and falling into un(intentional) molestation which cannot be charged la...haha.Sigh, it was so hot.and Malaysians leave all their rubbish behind when all the festivities are over.I have mixed feelings about it, first don think shd spend so much on it, after 1 day its over while many msians still have un-independent mentality.Anyway, am not a patriotic one to begin with so my opinions are definitely biased.Lol.So the letih after that, my senior colleague then blessed me wit a hefty lunch aft the parade b4 heading bk to work-tell me how not to fall asleep? So i got down to it, fuelled with the anticipation of malacca (next post, if anyone would bother).And just b4 i wanted to chao, the editor calls me and starts lecturing (ok, teaching) and changing my sentences-ya i know i'm so long winded:P like i own the newspaper and whateva i write must go in....hehe.Managed to get to pudu at 7;45pm, and was on my way.tho tired, couldnt really sleep- wonder why....till next post.this post also not really condensed but shd i go further, it will be as long as a  piece of cloth (translation from chinese proverb)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-4730000452279082322?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/4730000452279082322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=4730000452279082322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4730000452279082322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4730000452279082322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/wanted-to-blog-for-so-long.html' title='Wanted to blog for so long....'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-5705358822876330871</id><published>2008-02-16T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>me and the computer.and my irrerevant thoughts no one cares to read :D</title><content type='html'>August 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when i'm gonna be absorbed into the computer, staring at it hours on end each day.Today is no different, since i'm the only intern working today, the boss asked me to help her answer calls and wateva small things to do. So other than that, i'm free to roam the Internet, chat,listen to music.Lol.Its so quiet in here as there isnt much news on Sunday which kinda makes it rather cool to work cos a bit relaxed.OOh, today i wanted to go to the gay pastor's service but boss say cannot cos noone helping her besides me.oh well,nevermind..Just wanna go and learn what he has to say. Life is going on as usual, daily grind of work and watching days slipping by and feel like many things need to be done and also things i want to do lar......thesis? ugh,after i finished my chapter 1 which is introduction i arranged a meeting with the lecturer for him to check and correct, so i know wat to read up in literature review.3pm last friday (11th) and the bugger did not tell us until we got fed up waiting til 4 and msg-ed him.And he said 6pm!!!argh..6pm msged and he said 7;15pm,ok nevermind,my patience very high... waited again and 6.30 sent him another msg which to he sweetly replied "am so so sorry my dear, i have a compulsory dinner, can we meet next week?"thank you for wasting so much of my time.on a lighter note and bright side,i managed to help someone go home sweet home,met 2 juniors over lunch(altho din talk much),hung out with my ex-roomate,bumped into a few ppl...felt like 2nd home...hehehe..so it wasnt too bad.Only i felt like a lost "child" carrying my bagpack with nowhere to settle down.ahh, the hospitality of sue was oozing thru as she prepared the bed in her room for me:P sat morning went hang out wit "the girl who claims herself cute and very much un-hateable" blek...before going to church.and fell asleep during sermon (oops....)i was overwhelmed by "constantly shocks us with hairstyle, or lack of it,jasmine" helpfullness and willingness to send me all the way home upon my asking whether she going PJ or Serdang (rich gal got holiday villa)hehe.Actually she going back serdang but sent me all the way to damansara cos timothy couldnt make it last nite.Sigh.i wish i don work on sunday so no need mafan ppl, can run over UPM hang out before coming back at evening or nite.can only take sat&amp;amp;sun off twice a mth and also sometimes meet lecturer on friday and straight take sat as its too far to come back, besides church is at 5pm now.better don work la.enough of rubbish talk.its the 3rd month i've been here, still 2 more to go..oct31st last day.which i must also hand in my report and logbook....eek! dunno can finish or not.also not sure if thesis chapter1-3 hand in by oct or next sem?very mengada faculty,cant make up their mind!!!!!shd ask the fat lady in there....later i gotta go stock up again on fruits.oh money money flowy money...(i'm a horrible rhyme-r) dunno y i can spend so much.besides the neccessities sure everytime i have extra stuff i need to buy (or dont)hehe....imagine i got 2 pairs of sneakers in 2 mths?darn the cheap adidas one which is definitely not for rough daily use i put it thru.not even a mth and the sole is going half bald and nearly caused me many accidents.so i got the puma which was the first one i saw but didnt buy (i shd shd have!!!)donkey me.dunno how to shop,buy immediately after like? then will wonder if i see another one i will regret.someone said to me "once u decide, stick with it"...true in this circumstance.End up wastin Rm100 on adidas...if not i can take the total of two shoes (rm240) and buy a real good one!parents buy adidas for bday....poket sendiri puma.at lis not so pain....kekeke.received rm240 for blogging,must thank god for giving me the ability to write and the chance to get paid fr R.age...it is indeed a bonus and i'm really grateful.Now got to get to it,have been dormant.but dunno wat to write on.i'm supposed to do food.....hardly eat out. maybe can do a cheapo food,average priced and expensive food(but no money go eat,how?) blog entry....don eat in big groups also hard to write on the variety.sigh sigh...now is pukul 3...kejap lagi boleh belah pergi shopping....seorangan?kesian betul la my life in PJ......................haih.but guess when i graduate, its gonna be like that also lar,ppl will be separated but the relationship will not putus hopefully.suddenly think that having indecisive shopping kakis aint too bad either.....hahah.at least i wont be so impulsive.i cant believe the amount of tiem i can spend at a grocery section!!!perempuan umur 20-an kah?lebih macam makcik.ppl my age spend time at fashion places.....me like,no money= not shiok see also.haha.....hmm..heard the great possibility that sem break may be cancelled....pity them campus ppl.so long only got break if like that, hari raya then few weeks of exam and holiday again.very draining u know..stupid UPM!!!ppl need a break la, for gosh's sake.give it to them la.Just cos u wanna lengthen ur hariraya....the whole does not celebrate hari raya i think u shd know.dumb ppl.lets hope there is a turn of events.ppl are drained already.with ur numerous times of tests...assg.dont make them robots.altho i'm not affected cos of work, but seeing them so disappointed....i'm pissed at UPM!!!brainless cowsense and selfish ppl.first test already "killing" so many ppl.some got 3 pprs a day, some got 5 pprs straight down.I guess i'm thankful also that my fac does not have so many tests.many facs have the redundant 2nd test but i don have.if not i think i can siow as i'm not a studying person.student central learning my foot, presentation and assg but still wanna have so many tests.pls la, get ur facts straight.then corricular activities.those who alwiz study, u say they lack interaction pulak. those who can balance both are putting their young health at jeopardy with all the late nights.and crazy timetable.i think general health in this generation is quite bad.....even i was once like that.now very toned down cos no activities to run around when outta campus.i dont mind those activities, i like em but i just think majority dont have personal time anymore.now i know apa itu "me" time,doing things i like or things i have to do cos i have more time. cos when we're too bz and even if got time also too tired to anything but sleep.in general that is......that was how i lived my life in campus.wake up feeling so blur and sleepy mostly everyday.hehehe...however,i understand that many times it cannot be avoided lor....but rest is a must. Pray everyone will get quality rest even though hours are short!undisturbed sleep...and god's strength be with them. alrite, this is getting too long and i doubt if anyone would read..LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-5705358822876330871?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/5705358822876330871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=5705358822876330871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5705358822876330871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5705358822876330871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-and-computerand-my-irrerevant.html' title='me and the computer.and my irrerevant thoughts no one cares to read :D'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3059910421820822913</id><published>2008-02-16T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:37:13.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>The waiting</title><content type='html'>July 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for hours at the KL hospital just to record the times of the NURI copter crash victims bodies punya arrival at the mortuary.was hoping got la some press conference so can have something to write but nothing lar.so todays story is just basically tell wat time the bodies arrive and add in the history of the crash in.bah.well at least i can say i know what a corpse smells like-foul even from afar.wonder if i would faint or puke if i go close.i smelt it even when it was zipped up!!wah,i tell u on wednesday the king and queen came to the hospital to offer condolences, and i cant help but wonder if it was pure good acting or really empathy lor that she and wife of DPM had tears flowing.i dunno lar, i cant judge but they don know the victims also but can cry so much.maybe i'm just an emotion-less donkey.i cant cry unless its stuff close to me.anyhow, i realised i cant really cope yesterday and screwed up quite a lot and was damn tense when ppl have to clean up after me.but then again,learn from mistakes right? sigh.different people teach u different things and end up confusing u.lol.adoi...but these 2 days was real journalism, most of the time have been treated kindly at events cos they want us to write good stuff.but for Nuri, we were the ones "begging" for news and looking like desperados.haha.anyway, spent like rm12 on cab to the hospital this morning cos i only saw the msg to go there by 6.30am at 7am!!imagine that, freaked out and panicked like nobody's business.got there and 2 bodies arrived liao, thankfully got nice personnel that gave me the info.tu lar,loaned one of my hp to a desperate reporter and she didnt return to me yday also.i got the msg on another num and when i switched the sim this morning, horror of horrors!i don know if loaning her was a wise thing to do or not cos it kinda made me waste money on the cab as i didnt have enough time to take public transport upon seeing the msg.sigh again.at the same time she looked like she really needed the hp to call her office and up to date info is very important for reporters wor...stupid of me right?at least i was holding her rm1000+ hp as collateral and at least sure she wont run wit my cheapo hp.anyway i met her today and redeemed it back.other than that, was just waiting today.tomorrow i'm off cos need to go back UPM meet lecturer for thesis discussion.sighness again cos that fella really irritates me.ish.then got welcoming party adn sat i'm off too!!really a packed month and its gonna be over soon.time is certainly moving fast!!i guess i'm feeling the buzz already....which makes me happier.am supposed to go for some harry potter thingy tmr and cant make it,thankfully someone offered to help.really gotta destroy her outing by having her bring her laptop to type the story.so so sorry...but thanks so much!!!i owe u one.u know who u are.i know u may read this.hmm...my posts never relates to my titles!!haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-6604998352623964338</id><published>2008-02-16T11:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>I can never keep to a topic.</title><content type='html'>July 13, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be, essentially what an ideal person's life would be, study,graduate,work,get married,be the sow who gives birth,satisfy thy hubby,be the overworked underpaid mother,hope my children grow up and nurse me after that and etc.till the day i konk out and go meet god.But i digress,what i think i wanna be seems a tad unconceivable to my mind right now.After listening to a senior colleague's stories on having a target but not consciously chasing it but somehow it will be a subconcious thing at the back of your mind that makes you wanna achieve it.I don dare to set a target for myself cos i'm afraid i wont achieve them, dare to dream does not really apply to me ...yet.wait a minute, what is my target really?i havent sat down and thought about it also..True that we live day to day, minute to minute even but we must have some plans as well.&lt;br /&gt;Got a feeling i wont be a journalist in the future, well maybe for a while but i just dont see myself in it for a long time.I wish i can travel all my life without having to worry about anything.Impossible lar unless the world only has me alone.U will always have people around you to care and be cared unless i choose to tear myself away from all of them.i cant bear to do that also.Escapism is such a nice thought, away from all the brutality and ugliness of the things we call human in this universe.It is unfathomable why people do wat they do, as bizarre as it may be.It looks like an unspoken contest that people try to outdo each other in crime.And when a crime is committed, dozens seem to crop up instead of decreasing.Grim is it not? As an intern reporter, i have not handled such things yet but i wonder how i would react? I cant put my emotions into the story and most of the time, details are pretty gory.Crime and courts are something that i think i need to experience during my tenure here.but they havent gave me the chance, maybe i should ask lar....initiative being the operative word here.&lt;br /&gt;Wah...freezing cold here.shuts off all brain cells that may be functioning.....or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-6604998352623964338?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/6604998352623964338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=6604998352623964338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6604998352623964338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6604998352623964338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-can-never-keep-to-topic_15.html' title='I can never keep to a topic.'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-8785763425146900646</id><published>2008-02-16T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>to pass time</title><content type='html'>JUly 11, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy is all around us and knowingly or unknowingly i'm doing it as well.maybe i wanna save my own ass or i just wanna pretend to be docile to everyone.to the point that i dunno how i feel anymore.i realise i've said things tat i'm not practising now but it is because i've let it go,and feel that it is really not that bad after all.and i'm not pissed already, maybe someone may see me as the biggest actress/hypocrite/twofaced but the thing is i cant please everyone.sigh.the wisest thing i can do is to keep my big mouth shut and just get along with my work, finish it and go home.find the solitude and a new day awaits again. "lifes a stage and we the poor players", so please dont say "cant act" cos everyone certainly can, a matter of whether u realise or not.we are wired like this.to show our real self is never good, but wait what is our real self? i'm still finding out. the day i do i may be in heaven in front of god who is telling me what i was.the whole situation is uncomfortable....sigh sigh sigh.working life is such a B****.have a nice life folks.enjoy ur study life while u can.its a whole realm altogether out here.&lt;br /&gt;this week is flying lar,its already thursday!! cant believe it.counting down the days to sunday....maybe its the loneliness that makes me long for home, in hostel i never get homesick except when its exams and nearing to an end then i'll feel the pangs.ordinary days i can stay in KL for 2 months before heading home.there is always stuff to do, although sometimes dry but nonetheless there is la.work? routine although my job has no routine hours which is the only unroutine thing but everyday i do the same thing.i;m so far away from Serdang and cant  join them unless i take off days.oh well.life's like this, 2years in a comfort zone now its time to get out of it.when is the opportune time to approach to ask to change dept?what shall i say?i think until end of this month on news then i want to transfer cos there are so many depts that can learn from.i'll be here till end of oct and thinking if i should extend one more mth to november? if not will be having holiday for 2 months.(this is wat i heard) our holidays can start right after our practical...we'll see if i enjoy it then may just extend(sure will kena from mum)LOL.Later at 3pm got some assignment in pandan jaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-8785763425146900646?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/8785763425146900646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=8785763425146900646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8785763425146900646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8785763425146900646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-pass-time.html' title='to pass time'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2611155598574558431</id><published>2008-02-16T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>transition.</title><content type='html'>July 09, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are all over the place right now, and i just wanna sink into oblivion.a quiet place to be by myself and not talk.maybe i'm a loner,was just reading an article on it yesterday and its absolutely fine to be one. Although its advisable not to be too much of a recluse but a moment of solitude can be good for the soul.right now i want one but i'm at work so its a bit difficult unless i go sit in the loo lar..lol.Just now a senior is trying to help us find something to do-our keyword is "desperate".does it have to be this way?...I never expected it to be like that, what pre-conceived notions i had all flew out the window.I dont really think i've learnt a lot in one month, got lar how to ask questions to the little-est detail, finding an angle etc.Prior to working i thought i would be enjoying the job but anyhow, newsdesk is not exactly appealing like i've mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 20mins later, i went to look for the metro editor and he asked if anyone is intersted to do food.and i (either will flop or score) said yes i'm interested.hehehe....its some high-tea function.tee hee,can get food!!but i think i eat my chilly pasta first also.i really think i wanna change desk to metro liao,stuff there are more intersting to me...so now i'm a bit excited and happy that got stuff to do!!:P doldrums brightening.i guess it just takes a small thing to make me happy...lol.especially food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-2611155598574558431?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2611155598574558431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2611155598574558431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2611155598574558431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2611155598574558431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/transition.html' title='transition.'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-8465842880899194448</id><published>2008-02-16T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>the day of melancholy</title><content type='html'>July 08, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like it cos i'm working on my off day.kononnya so attached to the office.for free internet and aircon no less...lol.only one reason for coming to work on off day- lonely desperate person.period.its quite sad one lor, the only friends i have since i came down to KL are those in campus,(yes i aint the social-ble one)the semester has started and the knowledge of them having fun and enjoying the company of the bigger community there stabs me.I mean i do have la friends from my hometown but not that many and even if they are around, they're busy with their respective studies and stuff.Heck, i even miss the times with my roomate where we talk about the day's happenings, rush our assignments, taking coffee and snack breaks in the late nights.Each wit the laptop on, sipping high dosage of caffeine and breaking the silence occasionnally.sigh.Now she got shifted into another room and after 6semesters sleeping in the same room,she's not used to it already and with new roomates somemore.at least she's local so can go home every week.i'm waiting for an opportune time to visit her in ampang where she promised to treat me to specialties at the korean village near her place.WHOO!!To all my christian fellowship/TSF buddies...the unexpected knocks on the door just to bring cheer,the surprise bdays,sitting on the hostel balcony staring at the wondrous sky and chatting about our hopes and dreams,suppertime,food from places we went to(even if its leftovers-clean one,lol),sharing our joys and frustrations,the encouraging acts and messages,joyrides....oh i can go on and on.the simplicity that all of u have,its so refreshing.but the real world its just a masquerade and i admit i'm being sucked into it,unknowingly perhaps.a neccessary evil of the job.but i realise i cant be comfortable forever, but i know god is within me to help me out.a note, ps michaelrowan was great last week but somehow as i went for altarcall i didint feel connected with god.i couldnt sense him,i wonder y i even went out.maybe my heart is not right with him,or i've lost the love for him.even fro project day 1,i kinda lost the enthusiasm.it could be due to the fact i know i cant visit those newbies i met cos i'm not staying in hostel.i can only do sms.they're probably gonna forget me in no time....sigh again.i'm insecure i guess, i'm not even sure if i really like my job right now.maybe i need a conviction from god that he put me here for a reason, he gave me this course for a reason.I dunno but half in my heart i wish i will continue in this line, the other side of my heart says i may not survive..cos of my personality, i'm not exactly very open naturally, i force myself cos of the job.i need time to get to know people to have a flow-y conversation so strangers are quite tough.especially u have to probe so much that sometimes maybe infringing their privacy.i feel.for noe my other dream is to open a makan place.but first need to hone skills lar..most of the time i "pakai hentam" to cook but if i really do i can come up with many dishes with that few ingredients.hehe:P.Talking bout cooking, i'm hungry now...wanna eat lunch:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-8465842880899194448?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/8465842880899194448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=8465842880899194448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8465842880899194448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8465842880899194448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-of-melancholy.html' title='the day of melancholy'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-4960323630505148986</id><published>2008-02-16T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Hari ini...</title><content type='html'>July 07, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got 2 bylines.one in metro with kenneth about th flyover outside phileo damansara which i may have gotten people to receive summon cos i called the council and told them about people parking illegally.:D got designated parking dun wanna park.another 1 is in R.AGE about AWAM.anyway today did something about tomorrow's significance of 07/07/07..maybe will come out tomorrow( fingers crossed)hehe...other than that, it was a rather fun day cos i got to learn from a senior who is very nice and sarcastic.no problem, i've dealt with enough of miss pushpa to know how to take those sarcasm, and criticism.haha.so tomorrow 279 people wanna get married in a temple so will be going with ken.hope can get a strong story.pressure sikit pulak.will depend on how unique are any of the couples.lol.still will try make it for michaelrowan at glad tidings,pj.7pm.boleh kut?now wanna call those rm10k winners la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-4960323630505148986?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/4960323630505148986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=4960323630505148986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4960323630505148986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/4960323630505148986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/hari-ini.html' title='Hari ini...'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-9200668600871592013</id><published>2008-02-15T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>BimBo Post</title><content type='html'>July 04, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Allow me to be self obsessed here (as if i'm not in other times) but anyway...this morning after dressing up for work and all, i realised i feel kinda rich today..from my apparel that is, thus this post. and the best thing is, everything i wore today are blessings from family members and none are my own money except the unmentionables :P Shirt and pants (my absolute fave black shirt cos the cutting is so good, it flatters my less than desirable figure, so does the pants). Both from G2000 which my uncle bought from HongKong without me, amazing that he took the risk with the sizes and fitted perfectly.an inch fatter i get cannot wear liao.motivation for maintaining weight?i love G2000 clothes cos they just have so nice material and tailored beautifully but cannot afford la, 1 shirt about RM80!*pengsan* thankfully still got cheaper alternatives that still look pretty good. then my shoe and bag came from my dear jolly chubby aunty (who is my 2nd mum-lol) as birthday presents for 2 years.RM180 shoe and RM80 bag both from Nike.watch all the way from Paris that uncle got-swatch!okie..thats it. just wanted to write this to remind myself of the blessings GOD gives...not cos i'm brand concious (err a bit la cos i do believe that brands brings with itself quality to a certain extent) on another note, i still havent got a freaking byline after a month, i've written a couple of stuff which i attended but apparently not worthy to give me a byline.fine, i shall live indenial its ok as long as i know i did it.bluff self.i'm still searching for my own story, got idea but no opportunity to talk to experienced senior on how to go about it.wonder if they're interested or not. today got one event in alpha angle at 3pm and no one is assigned.will ask editor if they let us go or not...hopefully la.don wanna sit in and look like a statue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-9200668600871592013?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/9200668600871592013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=9200668600871592013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/9200668600871592013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/9200668600871592013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/bimbo-post.html' title='BimBo Post'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-8378161695589200663</id><published>2008-02-15T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:35:56.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><title type='text'>Green apple= sour!!</title><content type='html'>July 04, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very horrible lunch at a cafe opposite my office: name is green apple cafe which i left it feeling a sour apple taste in my mouth.atrocious food, very oily floor which made me feel like i wanna skate and a very unfriendly boss to boot just made it a "wonderful" lunch-ing experience.i wouldnt have eaten lunch if i had my pasta salad which i planned to make but last night came back late and plus i had 2 slices of waffle courtesy of a friend so i brought it for lunch.alas it wasnt filling.after an hr or so i was hungry again and proceeded to an apple...but still not enuf.Just had some green kai lan, few pieces of fried squid, a lil bit of noodle and cost me Rm3.70! my colleague only had rice,few pcs of fish, an egg and fried ikan bilis and got charged Rm3.80. without drink.ugh for cold food, i shd have guessed by the less than roaring business the cafe had.just wanted to feed my curiousity.yeah right.usually i can tahan the hunger but guess the past month's restriction has opened the pathways of gluttony once again-cannot cannot! office is even more stagnant than campus le...hardly wakk,even the 4 floors down from hostel room burns more calories than sitting in the office.thats y i have to use the hard way-control tummy in order to lose weight.sigh.nvm lar,nothing terribly exciting for the tastebuds around here anyway.and my wallet almost runs dry even before the first week of the month is out! seow...the good ol' days of serdang...sobsob.of course the expenses right now will include my very very expensive half a room sized rent...while in campus the same amount of space costs only rm500+ for 5mths!!!with cleaning services to boot..and a bed,now i get a mattress.probably its the figure that i spend that scares me cos first time experiencing living out from hostel and in an expensive area.so this is real life.hehe.anyway had quite a good time in 1U catching up with friend last night.thankx for the waffle-yum:P tonight got invited to  a BBQ by a friend of a friend.think i'll feel lost there lor..but anyways...for my line its imperative to go out despite the uncomfortable feeling.i'm not exactly an extrovert nor a social butterfly....so go figure why i'm in journalism....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-8378161695589200663?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/8378161695589200663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=8378161695589200663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8378161695589200663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8378161695589200663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/green-apple-sour.html' title='Green apple= sour!!'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-990903155203636150</id><published>2008-02-15T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>U get what u wish...(sometimes)</title><content type='html'>June 28, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've noticed (that is if you care to read my boring ranting blog) i've been waiting for stuff to do in the office and always making noise on why there is nothing to do. So anyway, i had to follow up on Mr Homer Simpson getting daddy-napped (he is the father in the simpsons) and he is a figurine.i had to ask what are the features of Homer and how the authorities will follow up on the accused.Just a note, simpsons props displayed at teh cinema will be given away as prizes in contests:D i wish i could have one,tho not a big fan of simpsons but what the heck! just for fun lar...can i wish for this?hehehe. after that i wanted to do my AWAM story which i went yesterday and the star was the only media present! (sad/exclusive) dunno le...Also supposed to follow senior out but that event tak jadi anyway.Before i could embark n AWAM, editor said pls do malay news-translate their news that we don have.and u do the weather,ok?fine lor.finish malay news, wanna start AWAM, another editor came and said process these press release (in BM!).kau thim..moving on to weather which apparently wasnt in from Associated press cos it was the same as yesterday!! did the world stop?lol.finally started on AWAM and settled it also.hopefully it will come out ler, its really an interesting and meaningful event which sadly is less publicised and they really need the funds.so please please do print it dear editors!!its on sat so must come out tmr.metro pun tak apa la...i wrote quite long so maybe no space in main news.confession: if i get a byline tmr it will be a nice bday present:P...although i think my news are not so worthy of it....lol.first day sitting in the office being so busy.i felt the adrenaline rush..heheh...well the month is gonna end and lets wait and see what a new day brings...supervisor dah balik,shd i ask for change?erm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-990903155203636150?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/990903155203636150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=990903155203636150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/990903155203636150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/990903155203636150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/u-get-what-u-wishsometimes.html' title='U get what u wish...(sometimes)'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-749814605707832136</id><published>2008-02-15T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:38:29.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>Sunday working blues</title><content type='html'>June 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight fire with fire!cough yet been drinking iced drinks.unaware-ly i just dumped ice into my coffee this morning, even though a motherly friend forbade me to take iced drinks last nite.lol.as usual i didnt get any assignments so we went and asked for one.some unimportant launch of a drawing contest in summit usj later.wateva la, beats staying in the office lookin useless:D know what, people never learn a lesson unless they experience it, most of the time it is for me la.still in some instances i never learn and m a sucker for certain things and do it on an impulse only to regret a wee bit.anyway, with my wallet n credit drying up i decided to ask a colleague to call the office on my behalf to enquire bout work and to msg me if i have anything.she didnt so i assumed none la since i'm used to getting"no, u dont have assignment" speech for quite some time.before i went to bed, there was this nigging feeling that maybe i should just call to confirm but still i ignored my gut instinct and possible god trying to help me.went to bed.my heart was so "bergelora" on my way to work that i just couldnt wait to get in and check, lo and behold my fears were confirmed and with only less than an hour before the event starts and not knowing which point of the map its on and not having time to plot my cheap route...i hailed a cab and upon reaching my heart sank- rm11!!thats 5 days of bus tix for work, for crying out loud!the "wonderful" thing is the monorail station was only above the assigned building!which i took back only to be more saddened by the fact it was only 2 stations to kl sentral and i can take the rapidkl w/o having to pay extra.i could hv spent RM0 on it with rapid and touchngo.but no,it had to happen,i had to learn.the hard way and at the most uncompromising time.though its by my own fault that i assumed no work, wanting to save a bit of credit,trusting colleague to much,panic thats y dint take public transport.most of all, its my ignorance to my guts.its just so hard to trust ur heart sometimes, especially when i've not made the best decisions by trusting it.and because of that i may have pushed the holy spirit's nudging aside thinkin its just my heart which cannot be trusted.its not the first time.teach me, tell me its true.maybe i'm not having a strong relationship with the man above to discern his voice.maybe i just find it hard to trust HIM.whatever it is,it totally pushed my trying-to-budget plan into the drain la..have to go to ATM again.i have the money, i just don wanna overspend-hv done so this month alone..for one person to spend tat much is pretty scary.i know RM is not easy to come by thats why i'm a budget-er.lol.i wasnt born with a silver spoon yet life was pretty comfy to a certain time and then...lets not even go there.does working on sunday suck?i dunno...do i mind?maybe yes,maybe no.now no,but when uni re-opens maybe i wil feel a stab knowing that campus is off on sundays and its time they have fun n i cant join...boohoohoo...ok ok,shut up already.its too much.i don wanna end up drowning in a pool of self-pity.lol.see la, all the articles i wrote got no by-line..cos its not a worthy story-just events and attend and write bout it.being a R.AGE contributor is different from being a real reporter cos anyone can write into R&gt;AGE,its a paper for students..but working in a newsroom you know that not anyone can get into the newsroom.so getting a byline is pretty important so that people know you are capable...much as i said i don really mind but i aint gonna lie.i just wish and hope things will brighten up..in god's time i know HE will make a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-749814605707832136?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/749814605707832136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=749814605707832136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/749814605707832136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/749814605707832136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-working-blues.html' title='Sunday working blues'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-5384315946170438122</id><published>2008-02-15T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:39:04.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrations'/><title type='text'>SICK!!</title><content type='html'>June 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically i'm unwell, maybe cos i took a freezing cold bath when i was feeling cold.and the aircond in the office is fast turning me into a ice cube in the shape of a pig! and the package containing my warm fuzzy jacket is nowhere to be found and the person handling it is on leave.if it doesn't get worse, i've successfully makan gaji buta today; no assignments at the same time i just didnt feel like asking for one,purely i think i wont do it well in my condition.the sound of the word "no" everynight calling back does put one in the dumps, i mean i'm here to learn but they are just not giving us the opportunity, i know i've to ask but it only gets you shitty stuff to do.if don ask they think we're shit if ask we get shit.thats the way it is.i also realise that irrelevant things needs someone to cover as well..there are so many stories and plights out there but i can't think of anything i can do!being a people's paper we are also not allowed to do issues which may contradict the government or provoke the people.so lets play the good guy and make everything bright and cheery!utopia?under the veil of disguise we believe so.that i feel is the paradox and irony of media-supposedly being the watchdog and bringing to light the happenings, many choose to sweep it under the carpet.We choose what to put out and what not,the power we hold is pretty scary.To think that because we keep it under wraps, and one fine day something crops up and causes a boil although we may have known it all along but never give the awareness. I DO NOT WANT TO BE DISIILUSIONED!i've only been here less than 3 weeks so it cant happen.will my changing department make me happier?i really cant assume, what i think is almost never turn out the way i thought but knowing there is a choice out there may make me optimistic.i need to gather my thoughts, collect the data and find an angle to some ideas i have (or at least i think i do.lol)have not taken  a break in 10 days so tomorrow i'm gonna sleep in...although i do feel i sleep enough and strangely will feel guilty if i sleep too much.Nionetheless now my body tells me to hit the sack.with a warm bowl of soup n hopefully tomorrow will be better.Friday also off, anyone interested to hang out?hehe...i'm afraid that my training marks will not be good as i'm actually hoping for it to pull my CGPA up but judging from states of affair it doesnt look too bright.i dont want to feel this way, i really dont. i've my crazy positive sunny days and when i'm in this mode, its just so obvious i'm not me said a friend. am i really that jekyll and hyde?just a note i had lunch with shahanaaz habib-the esteemed journalist who went to cover the war in iraq and wrote a book.she's really down-to-earth.the 1st key to be a journalist is humility says M.krishnamoorthy who himself is wealthy in experience but will take our opinions.and share his knowledge.others are alright but some just shoot u the who are you?look..and its hard to smile with them somehow.i'm not sick with the job la but its just a whole different persective.ohya, sunday was fun even though i spent loads of money but adventure is always scary but worthwhile.thanks to ken who put up with all the uncertainties..i know some people who just wont, and wengyan who hung out with me at the curve..m waiting for the rest to come back eventho i know i wont be able to be part of those spntaneous activities n weekly gatherings in college.ok now i feel more emotionally balanced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-5384315946170438122?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/5384315946170438122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=5384315946170438122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5384315946170438122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5384315946170438122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/sick.html' title='SICK!!'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-1040608286849866274</id><published>2008-02-15T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>The feeling</title><content type='html'>June 17, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!! I hate this feeling- one of those days that i just lose all my brains and wish i'm not where i am right now. alas days like these happen and there's not much i can do about it, much as i try to think that things are good..there is in fact nothing bad but i cant xplain it.and its horrible cos i cant put a finger on it, there is no cause for  it. Although i dont think i'm a sufferer of heavy mood swings, nor am i having the once a month syndrome that affects the female population.just few days ago i was full of stuff i thought of doing but today enthusiasm has flown out the window.its sad.as much as i think that people who have such extreme days, i must confess that i look upon them as not being tough enough.But now i see that its not always about being able to withstand the conditions. Its merely a day that yo just want it to be over.depression without reason?nah,not so deep..ok whatever.gotta go be secretary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-1040608286849866274?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/1040608286849866274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=1040608286849866274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1040608286849866274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1040608286849866274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/feeling.html' title='The feeling'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-1166677772831162679</id><published>2008-02-15T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>jus a lil bit of excitement..</title><content type='html'>June 11, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week 2 of an intern's life begun dull-ly enough.Fearing that i'd still be relegated to the computer,i was relieved to tag along to see the flood aftermath in KL.I have not seen such event, and with mud and sludge all over the road, it was rather scary that i will make a show of myself.Thank goodness i'm in my faithful sneakers!Then i took a call where the guy claimed hios cousin was conned by an airline company.Oh yeah apparently he's gonna make my day and give me a big break.Right,not.After i called him back to clarify some stuff, he suddenly said his cousin actually dealt with a tour agency not the airline!and he didnt wanna report the incident.cheh.some people love sending us on wild goose chase.and i thought i had something.anyway,tomorrow i gotta go to a school cos a parent complained his son kena harass and the HM not bothered.so i'm suppose to get the two sides of a coin to the story.oh god, give me wisdom to know what to say and not fall flat.and the quick wit should i  need to shift my perspective! so its true after a week, things do move and its time to learn!even tioday i felt so malu-fied cos i was damn blur taking the LRT..i dunno wat happened.just felt that the senior was probably pissed with my duh-ness.sigh.anyway, staying in office later and later..for no apparent reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-1166677772831162679?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/1166677772831162679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=1166677772831162679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1166677772831162679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1166677772831162679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/jus-lil-bit-of-excitement.html' title='jus a lil bit of excitement..'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2839000001628130884</id><published>2008-02-15T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>food for the blog</title><content type='html'>June 06, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my long forgotten blog...how r u doing? sorry havent been feeding you for such a long time..rambling as usual i am. ever since i started blogging on R.age, i've left you behind.Not that i dont care, its just that i feel that i'll just end up giving you craps.(not that i give u foie gras n caviar everyday la...)but it will be more nonsense than the usual.lol.so i'm four days into internship,3days of warming butt in front of comp n watching the minutes trickle.A press conference attended, spent a heck of time attempting to write the news, just to practice.apparently i should enjoy the rest in my 1st week for things are just gonna get heated...i suppose i should considering 5 months of learning i have here. m already getting used to the routine of going to work.home is kinda like home, its not lacking anything, only that evrything has to be paid for.wateva.i got my license to cook now after settling the payment to use the fridge n gas.all the hype, i doubt i'm so rajin to cook after i come back.then again oats is not satisfying..in terms of food desire.lol.1utama is still unchartered territory, simply cos its to huge!!jaw dropping.entered one way n exited another.one day pun tak cukup.too much food to sample, too little money.n me foodies are not in town yet therefore i;'m waiting for them.come back soon people!!n stay over wit me..altho the dongdong landlady said must ask permission to bring ppl home.crap la she.so many rules!ish.other than that there's everythin one needs in a home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-2839000001628130884?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2839000001628130884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2839000001628130884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2839000001628130884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2839000001628130884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/food-for-blog.html' title='food for the blog'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3400449158569130532</id><published>2008-02-15T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>its been a while</title><content type='html'>Jan 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah hey! i've kinda lost the feel to blog on friendster...why? maybe its cos im now on R.AGE as a regular blogger!!hehehe...nah nothing explosive, R.AGE is a youth pullout of the star paper which is only available on campuses..but i blog on the website..so far this semester is into its 4th week already and its gonna be really swift, cant complain tho, theres time for everything,its just how i will use and manage the time.rite now,i'm not doing anything.i actually just got bored in my solitary confinement so i came out to regain my sanity by online-ing...hmm,lately i'm rather surprised at myself that i've actually completed assignments few days before the due date!whoa...last time, takde last minute pun tak sah buat assigment! i feel i've been rather dormant lately, could be the late classes till 7 three times a week that has already tire me.its not the classes, its the time, the duration that u just wanna get it over wit for the day but there is this nigging 5pm classes!not one but 4 days in a row!!darn..but tuesday has been cut down to 5pm only n friday no class.thank goodness i've no labs,else fuh!tests coming up but havent started studying,as usual the reality never sinks in till the last minute eh?besides that i hardly go chitchat anymore,everyone seems busy this semester n me 2 la(so i'd like to believe)nah,i'm just plain lazy...trying to change lifestyle.have been managing to get up at 7am last few days to 4 a mornin brisk walk,theres a athelete coursemate who invite me go stadium-now thats a motivation! altho i cant jog but she's real sweet to keep encouraging me :) just got to know her a bit better lately...and i've been tumpang-ing her blue colour merz quite frequently...was real touched when she remembered that i wanted to go somewhere yesterday n i wasn too sure of my timing, waitin for bus to commuter station n not knowing how long it wil take,fearing i'd be late. she offered to drop me off at a lrt station since she's passing there, i mean droppin someone off is nothin if u happen to meet the person on the way.the fact is i told her in the morning and she actually remembered and offered! what a blessed day, had a rather fun time at the star office where we watched a sneak previes of a series,then endured a nauseating bus rides and a real long journey back to serdang!praise god as soon as i neared the serdang busstop, a upm komuter bus appeared and i made it back in time 4 church bus! hmm...well thats about it i guess,my life is really nothin 2 exciting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3400449158569130532?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/3400449158569130532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=3400449158569130532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3400449158569130532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3400449158569130532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-while.html' title='its been a while'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3157685717565173743</id><published>2008-02-15T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:30:12.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>in tribute to 2006: a retrospect</title><content type='html'>Dec 31, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoosh..zip..flash..another year has zoomed by with me barely in the alert of it as most of the time i follow like some blur zombie but thankfully i was awake to experience and cherish some of the moments tat are so precious plus some i'd rather not wanna relive and shall forget it. hmm wat were the best times of the past year?too many la which probably i would have left some out due to my ever shrinking grey matter capacity:P whatever there may be i would have learnt some lessons to apply in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt that sometimes one can be implicated out of no apparent reason and that its just wisest not to retaliate and let it pass.many things are not as important but if one chooses to make a mountain of it then all we get is a very entertaining telenovela..:)learnin not to open my blabbermouth at any chance but to think thorpugh;y b4 sayin anything for troubles may descend cos of a fast tongue and loose lips,thats something i gotta be aware of and start working on.have woken up to the reality that truth hurts but it also makes one tougher and wiser.all the time i chose to live in my illusion and imagination of one thing but i finally didnt wanna lie to myself anymore so i decided to seek the truth and yup it pinched but i'm glad i know and i can settle that in myself after so long.lost some friends from the past for various reasons,made loads of new ones and am touched by their care,kindness and gratitude for such little things i've done and in turn showered me so many blessings!!many experiences especially in behind-the-scenes jobs.puttin together a camp is surely hard stuff,theres so many things to adhere to and sometimes the ideas just cannot be implemented and adjustments have to be made and tryin not to compromise on the original idea and concepts,last minute unforeseen circumstances that need to be arrested wit a quick mind and reaction...tirin but well worth for an enriching lesson that money cant pay for.also a lil taste of the journalism world,i sneak a peek into the fast paced atmosphere and the absolute need of accuracy on info...blabla i've posted in an earlier entry and bears no repeatin now.a wonderful time wit family recently for about a week just ourselves and all the time to our liking,not havin to adhere to others whims and fancys...bliss.academically didnt rise to occasion but barely missed falling flat on my face as well,maybe i didnt work it enough but lookin at the results its always the general papers which i do badly but it'll be ok for my major papers...thank goodness i'm rid of the university subjects already next sem so hv to pull my socks up to cover the dismal grades and hope that major papers can help me..its all up to my determination which is rather low and time management which needs to be improved!!!spiritually,its the same cycle over again where i'll feel so high and close to him but certain period i just lose it and then i';ll go back to him asking for forgiveness.time and time again i pledge to wholeheartedly be committed and when the downfall comes i nvr really made the effort to get up again.so i ask,when will i ever get it right?i really don deserve all the grace he gives for my ever wandering heart.i daren't be resolute for fear i wont follow thru but if i dont make a decision it will never come to pass that i will be dedicated cos i'll tell myself i nvr promised..maybe i'm "fraid of facing the consequences of my pledge if i dont do it or i'm just fear i cant be responsible over myself"  (a fren said this)&lt;br /&gt;it was also a yr of digital ups and downs..finally got my digital camera this year due to study reasons,went far and wide searching for it and couldnt decide on which brand and model...fuh it was mind-boggling havin to find one that suits my needs and wallet:)yeah i decided on dear samsung digimax s500 which was within the range of budget.so its been serving me and others well.its stocks has raised cos its public property..hehe cos some of my buddies pinjam sometimes... also ditched 2 hps,a siemens old hp cos the battery died and they don sell em anymore and my 2nd hand samsung egh100(i tink) wit self portrait camera abilities and flip...sobsob...the thing deteriorated first camera rosak-lcd prob-just a blank screen left and to repair is more than the cost!!!it was a sleek hp leh...cant handle canggih-er hps i tink,lost a motorola b4 also-gift for my stpm results:sakit!&lt;br /&gt;well theres more to be said but i guess thats about all if not this can go on forever:P ok thats exaggerating.so bidding adieu to a year of 2006 which was filled with exciting events and memories makin everyday a new experience and adventure worth wakin up for also  thanking god for the mercy he gave through each mistake i made that was not right in his eyes.welcome to year 2007 which we hope will usher in positive vibes and also its a special year because its the lord's year.oh yeah also visit msia yr..hehehe...lets start it off with a bang..cheeres to 20o7!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3157685717565173743?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/3157685717565173743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=3157685717565173743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3157685717565173743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3157685717565173743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-tribute-to-2006-retrospect.html' title='in tribute to 2006: a retrospect'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-8574970050873959053</id><published>2008-02-15T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:30:12.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>a whole new world</title><content type='html'>Dec 10, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been some time since this event happened, i'm trying to recollect the past.it was the KL'06 FESPIC games which was held in kl recently and i was a volunteer there,to spend time of the holidays doing something beneficial n learning new stuff..attempting to remember from day one til the end...here goes&lt;br /&gt;21/11- arrived in kl to check into hostel which was back in upm.was told tat team bernama has been shifted to 17th college instead of 11th..woohoo!!its the newest college where the medic students stay and i was alwiz thinking how nice it would be if i get to stay there.wish granted!so nice,apartment style wit hall,pantry plus kitchen cabinets and nice bathroom.4 rooms wit 2 in each with all spanking new furniture!met up wit some friends who came earlier n chatted till late b4 returnin to own room..only to find all quiet..so sleep lo&lt;br /&gt;22/11-left room to fren's room as didnt really know my temporary roommate and housemates..maybe i didnt make the effort la.but i hardly saw em.decided later to move to my "kaki's" house.altho i had to sleep on the couch it was fine..thank them for willing to accept the migrant.still no word from bernama side (its the govt news agency which i'm gonna work under).went to MAHA 2006 wit amelia,it was jam packed..had to walk a distance aafter parking our motor.plenty of food,fruits,vege,flowers and other stuff that didnt see all..poured cats and dogs so seeked shelter in the food hall..and sampled food till full :) bought some food to bring back home.then couldnt locate our bike but thank god after a while found it..my legs were already jelli-fied!!waited in the empty house for ppl to come back...so alone n bored,din know wat to do..around 9 ada manusia balik!!we ate the food bout 11pm...gorge like pigs and slept..tell me how not to get fat?&lt;br /&gt;23/11- ahh finally some action!went to stadium putra for briefing with bernama ppl n delegation of jobs.assigned to the media helpdesk-kerja is to help la any media ppl who need any assistance.so have to know things around,learn how to talk,react fast and etc.gosh then had terrible tummy ache!!all 4 of us who ate the food got it too...and we were messaging each other telling bout it..thankfully after restroom trips,we were fine...phew!!the day ended early,went back and chilled&lt;br /&gt;24/11-work officially starts today.blur blur la and had to absorb the info.so when ppl asked,have to direct them to senior staff as i didnt know much yet,so it was more of a day in the observatory.oh yeah,lunch and dinner is well provided for..too well i may say that it made me grow rounder as i cant go walking around away from the desk.sigh...:P&lt;br /&gt;25/11-urm ahh...my memory descent has begun..cant really remember already.i just know i have to do a lot of punching holes in paper and filing the info..every single bit counts..so meticulous.oh ya,finding maps for journalists/photographers for venues etc.sendiri bukan orang kl but trying to explain to the foreigners?gosh..hope they got there..&lt;br /&gt;26/11-hari yg biasa..have started to greet the ppl who come in as i see their faces evryday,its the usual thai,japanese and korean journalists..pandai pandai greet them in their language,thats all i know la.just help around lo,observe and learn how they do things(as i'm studying journalism also ma)hmmhmm...nothing significant et.in fact i was starting to get bored...but wen i grouse,i will kena marah from my friends la cos i'm being ungrateful, to be given the chance of exposure to the media world and esp in wat i'm studying...&lt;br /&gt;27/11-ah,is this the day where i got my korean cute lil pin button badges?maybe..helped this korean athlete to find avenues for him to call korea.we don allow them to call overseas and his telekom card cannot be used anymore..so went to help him find italk card but don have.ended up giving my hp for him to call.he wanted to pay me but i dun wan so i was happy he gave me the badge.its a memorable souvenir:)so cute la the badge..thus started my exodus hunt of badge collecting..the nite b4 my fren gave me a taiwan one..met the iraqi journo and asked if he got,that fella wanna exchange wan..cheh,but i got extra korea so i say fine..boss also say to give out coke to ppl who come in  so that was my job for the next few days.but its a chance to get to talk to some of them la..very very minimal interaction tho.asked thai guy if he got badge but don hv but say will bring for me tmr :) went to my first press conference,on the pretext of helping out but there was nothing to do really so i just sat and absorbed all the details.the way a reporter questions and compliments the speaker etc..noting down and all that&lt;br /&gt;28/11-got there super early..7am when work start 8:30..gila..walked around and see ppl practising for their events.get ready the media helpdesk etc and wait for ppl to come.so touched when the thai guy actually rememberd the badge he promised me!!it was a very nice design.and then am known as the watergirl la(i named myself one)i actually asked a hong kong fella if he got badge and he gave me one la,he has so many...i felt real pai seh that time..but i got it..sometimes u'll get if u ask,if u dont u'll never know if u wld hv gotten it or not..hehehe.surprise gift from indian journalist,gave us badge! korean journalist gave me a bunch of the korean badges for no reason..probably i gave him the coke evryday:)haha..wat a generous gift for something so small...&lt;br /&gt;29/11-faced some lessons from the boss,did a survey form and was edited so so many times before it was deemed pass.she's so detailed,from the very beginning to the last fullstop she will look!!sense of satisfaction after tat...:)later at night kena lesson again cos i did not follow up the thing i was doing and so happend she asked for it and at the moment my mind couldnt exactly remember and tell her immediately.so she reminded me that i have to follow up and thru with wateva i do till the task is finalised.important lesson indeed...decided to give the korea guy a souvenir,asked him to choose either a badge or keychain but he misheard me and took all 3 of it,it was worth it la as he gave me a tshirt in return!!its the korea football shirt,so so nice..i really liked it the time i saw my fren having it(she got it from an athlete)delighted!&lt;br /&gt;30/11-oh..its the last day already..i started to wish it was a bit longer now as things are getting exciting and i'm starting to communicate wit the ppl there,staff and others alike,even had a casual conversation wit the boss.reminded me of my teacher,shes sarcastic,witty and fun during downtime but serious when working.cool,she promised i could get referral letter form her to help me in my application for my internship next yr:)even met the editor of bernama..he's such a nice man,jolly and kind..staff say he's nice as well..already thinking of doing my internship/practical here..hehhe.&lt;br /&gt;1/12-actually no need to come already,but since got bus to go there i went la..cant leave em as the boss remarked when she saw me:P just tie up stuff,packed away some things..didnt  do anything much as there wasnt much left,only one event was on tat day.went to the closing ceremony int he evening and it started to pour!gosh...wandered around lookin for familiar faces but found hardly,went back and sit with the media ppl in the media area lo..and ended up chatting wit this real sweet japanese journalist who actually works in kl.felt so tired tat nite tat i slept all the way in the bus on the way back..melted.got home to find only one person in the house,so we chated and she gave me a japan badge!!aww..thanks i was hoping to get one as i wanted to hv the badges from countries whose ppl i met in the media centre.i got india,iraq,thailand,korea,hongkong but no japan..so she completed it for me :)packed as wanna go back nx day..then slept like a pig&lt;br /&gt;2/12-wanted to kay-poh in klia since got nothing to do and planned to go pudu wit a few frens then split form there.so followed my fren to hotel to meet her japan athlete.was shocked to find out that their flight is 11pm!!and they goin klia only at 5pm..man,i wanna go home de..in a haze i didnt know wat to do so follow em in  a bus toi a hotel where they hv lunch appointment.then i asked the bus driver the nearest lrt station and he so kindly offered to send me there.amen!got so near to puduraya and debating if wanna buy tix or not.ended up buyin 7pm scared tak sempat reach by 5.then went back to ktm serdang there and it was so hot.waited for rapid kl but none came,actually onli waited around 10mins but in the heat felt so long.metrobus then came so hopped on it and got back to hostel.got time to rest awhile some more.bus was arranged to take us straight to pudu from hostel,so got there at 4:30 an thank god i managed to changed the tix for 5pm!!bid our adieus and went separate ways home sweet hom..&lt;br /&gt;it was truly an enriching experience these last 10 days.i had a great time staying in the apartment with great mates,we chatted nitely bout the days events and encouraged each other whenever we felt down.i learnt how to appreciate wat i've been given and be contented for its all in god's hands and his plan which is best for us and although the grass may look greener on the other side buti've gotta trust god to give me his best.i marvel at the athletes willpower and determination to make something out of their disability,which i can say they are more able than me bcause they are able to achieve more than me even tho i have perfect anatomy!its all in the mind and psychology,they chose not to live indespair and gloom because of their less than normal being but chose to live instead,a meaningful life and doing wat they enjoy and to make the most out of life.this may seem cliche but when i looked at them i'm filled with amazement and then evrything that has happened in my life seems small for wat they encounter is something that will be wit them for the rest of their lives,yet they never complained and manage to lead a fulfilling life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-8574970050873959053?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/8574970050873959053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=8574970050873959053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8574970050873959053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8574970050873959053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/whole-new-world.html' title='a whole new world'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2281940333829765170</id><published>2008-02-15T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:44:11.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The season of feastin hath begun..</title><content type='html'>Oct 22, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, thats right with deepavali and hari raya right smack together, there is always the excuse of indulging- once in a year ma..the mutton curry, tosai, cookies, murukku ( absolutely my fav indian food), rendang,lemang kueh etc surely puts a damper to my resolution of cutting down!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this season i wouldn''t be feasting on these delicacies as i didn't go home to crash my friend's open houses..instead spendin it in kl..:p but that dun stop make from eatin stuff i've been longing for but can't bear to part my dough with..but for these few days, gonna let loose but hopefully can still keep my gut from expandin too much that it will need more to fulfill it later= grow fat!! because, ur's truly mother is down in kl and of course she will be more than glad (so long its bearable) to indulge muah here who will after that return to an empty hostel with no food...&lt;br /&gt;fret not though, the grace of sam has poured forth upon once again with the loanin of her car!! so fellas stuck in college and yearning for some fresh air and away from biscuits and maggi ( tho i know some have got creative ideas up their heads :P )..lets go out for food even if its probably 2 days max we have!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to sungai wang just now, really lost my mood with the multitudes of humans and the loud music coupled by a headache and not feeling tip top...nothing seemed remotely interesting then...but then again, majority things there is not my taste la...probably if i wanna go there, it has to be a free weekday for me where there's school days and working days so i can shop with my own pace...all the frenzy is too much for my poor old soul :D the only other reason i would go there is for a noodles restaurant cos they serve this really nice almond jelly dessert with longan, cherry and fresh milk (slurp!) first time had it when i was probably 10/11 years old, till now its still standing!! but its steep...Rm4 for dessert? but in the heart of town that is...ah well...&lt;br /&gt;however, the last few days my favourite activity has become somewhat a chore and painful...ravaged by the heatiness, ulcer and it has caused chewing to be so uncomfortable...sob sob...mayb i should stop eating and just drink cos then it doesn't hurt....even the throat feels rather inflamed or something :( sigh sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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begun..'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-5910613160393348144</id><published>2008-02-15T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:30:12.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>God's simple love, yet so big a sacrifice...</title><content type='html'>Oct 12, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so impossible to comprehend our Almighty God, i can't imagine myself parting with something so precious, i would be pondering for ages yet not being able to do it. But God gave his one and only son to die on the cross for us, to wash us clean from our sins (wrongdoing), to give us salvation from the fires of hell and if only we would acknowledge and accept him into our life, we will never be banished from the gates of heaven and will have everlasting life. There is no such thing as returning 2 suffer, we can be assured the glorious and wonders of heaven, sitting with God.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, during cell group, we had a simple and basic bible study on our lives in God. It was nice to just go back to ground zero, things that i know but have just taken for granted. just by His breath and at his command of "let there be light" etc, and there was light. Then God made each and everyone of us for a purpose, everyone is unique and special in his eyes. Although sometimes i don't feel like i'm worth anything to great god, but he assures me that i'm made for something, which i may not realise yet. i shall wait upon him...patiently...:)&lt;br /&gt;Aduh..lost my flow already while being distracted with something..what was i gonna say? hmm...itulah, not well versed in bible, cant remember what was discussed last night!!&lt;br /&gt;when u know and believe god, when things happen, u won't put it down to coincidences or just circumstances. whether the event is good or bad, u will know there is a reason behind it and u will seek god for help, for u know there is a greater power that will see to all things. I mean, god is not a physical being, u can't see or feel him physically but u know he is everywhere, in your heart- living by faith is all that is to it. I feel the security and protection and assurance that i have in knowing him and whatever happens, i may rant and rave about it but in the end i will quieten myself and be in the knowledge that he knows best.&lt;br /&gt;just a small event that happened that day but it made me realise GOD is always before us in all our actions. On the last day of me having possession of car, i actually thought of going to alamanda, putrajaya, but i suddenly had this feeling that i should really be sensible and stay in and do work (which i did manage to finish what i planned to do on that day!). before returnin the car i planned to take it for a wash, so a fren asked if we could go chocolate factory for the last time, so off we went in the evening. i can't believe what happened next, right after turnin the corner to Beryls choc shop,in front of the shop i was gonna park,the car just died!!ran outta petrol!!it wouldnt even budge an inch to go a bit front...so we pushed it a bit to the side and went across the road to buy petrol in a bottle and filled its thirst!! i cannot imagine if i actually went to putrajaya, which is quite a distance and it dies on the highway..wouldn't it be so difficult? as the area is stranded! i thank god we were already at a safe position when it stopped and that petrol stations were nearby!!testament to he knowing best...:) of course i was stupid and blur not to realise the petrol light, but i thought i din go very far so it could last...&lt;br /&gt;there are so many more great things that god does for us, which we may not see..for me, there is no such thing as luck nor coincidence..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-5910613160393348144?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/5910613160393348144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=5910613160393348144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5910613160393348144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/5910613160393348144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/gods-simple-love-yet-so-big-sacrifice.html' title='God&apos;s simple love, yet so big a sacrifice...'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-154848203007901370</id><published>2008-02-15T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>the start of a week = the end is near...</title><content type='html'>Oct 09, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the literal sense of death..but the beginning of the week means everything is gonna move so fast and soon in a wink, blink its sunday again!!! in terms of studies, this is already and should be a critical time for me to complete all my assignments and start to study as there is only 2 more weeks before lectures are over which is then finals!!bleurgh...won't be going back for the study break but mum n sis will be comin down to the smokes,haze n jams of our dearly beloved kay-el:P so will be spendin time wit em n expexting not to study for the few days so logically i should lock all my desires and itchy legs in the closet and stay put to do what i', supposed to do..assignments? dun even mention em,it has not budge from the startin line!!teruk teruk...coupled with my blurness..its definitely not gonna be easy..i do envy people who are adept and smart and comprehend stuff easily while i struggle especially with all those computer software stuff...creating stuff makes me wanna just bury myself underground!! is it because my natural ability is not good enough? or its just that i preconceive hatred towards it before even doing? most probably its the latter..for GOD did not make us stupid, but then again i do believe HE gives us all different talents and gifts...so maybe this is just not one of em..which means i've gotta try harder...try...&lt;br /&gt;have discovered how wonderful beryl's chocolate factory is...hehe.its having a warehouse sale at the moment and i've bought quite a lot, when i vowed to save money!!!temptations..been goin there the last 2 days with different people,goin again afterwards..guess the people in there think i'm some chocolate freako, hounding them or something :P But going places these last few days was made possible by a very generous friend who kindly borrowed me her car..and also to thank GOD that his protection has been with us every single time!!Amen..:) also had a nice time during lantern festival when i met a bunch of cool fellas from kuching..frens of a fren..and my kindergarten mate as well, all these years!!and i didn't recognise him initially...then we went for dinner and then celebrated lantern festival in KTDI by hanging the lanterns on the poor flower trees...all before the wind blew and the rain came and the festivities had to close!!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a public holiday..wonder what i shall do? my wheels will soon have to be returned as dear sam is comin back tmr..so last spin?not sure...hopefully i can get to go to pasar malam later,pls let there be good weather!!haven't been b4 thruout one year i've been here...nvr the right time..:( after all the euphoria and fun these past week, i shall really be thankful and grateful for GOD"s blessings and providence..and get seriously started with my work!!! however, sometimes incidents do happen that distracts and detracts me from it...sigh..&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is..heres to a eye-opening weekend and a (optimistically i'm saying) an accomplishment of some stuff week ahead..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-154848203007901370?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/154848203007901370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=154848203007901370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/154848203007901370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/154848203007901370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/start-of-week-end-is-near.html' title='the start of a week = the end is near...'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3551487228111661064</id><published>2008-02-15T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:30:12.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>Through it all...</title><content type='html'>Oct 04, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do i start? its been four days of so many events both great and frustrating even fearful...somehow after 3 semesters of smooth course registration i was landed with some complications of my advisor did not activate the account,the subject i want to take is not open,and my course registration form getting lost.it was a frustrating monday,but as i sat down and pondered i realised that good things came out of it as that i have great friends who helped to register the subjects that i wanted under other people's account. I mean, they went all the way and thought of all means possible although they could just let it be. Indeed i wanna thank them for all that,if u r reading this u know who u r :)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday the day of clumsiness and pain!!fell off the bus (again) which is like my 3rd time in all my 3 semesters here equalling once in every sem:P..this time i sprained my ankle rather badly and within half an hour it was already swollen! had to ask coursemate to pick me from old flat to go my faculty when on normal days i would have walked there..then in the class was applying ice pack..went for the next class in a car luckily..after that was undecided whether to go back coll, see the lecturer for the un-opened subject or go get treatment..as i was hobbling towards the library,met a friend who offered to send me wherever but she found out her car got clamped!!went to lib while waiting for her to settle it.there,can u actually believe that another 2 frens actually massaged the fat foot right in the lib!!aiyo..despite my protests..pai seh pai seh..can't even make too much noise..hehe!!thanx gals..so touched:P went to clinic after that n then roomate came to fetch me back...shuffled up my four floors to the room..phew!!coursemate came all the way to bring me an ankle support thingie..later visitors came bearing biscuits and prayer..:) they were rather perplexed that i can be that clumsy...after that roomie some more belanja me a whole mooncake!!i had cravings..god fulfilled it!yum..&lt;br /&gt;the next day miraculously woke up to find that my foot was much much less painful than expected and could walk with not much discomfort except a lil pain la..still havent registered course but somehow i was not that worked up..guess i realise that somethings are not in my control..another touching surprise was to come from my wonderful coursemate..miss C!!(thats wat i call her) who bought me a mooncake!!wow!!cravings very satisfied..hehe..thanx ever so much,gal for all that u did,jaga my walking etc..dunno wat to say anymore..may GOD bless you in all that u need, all that u do!!&lt;br /&gt;Just now i (thursday) went c the lecturer and she has no problem with letting me join-a very very nice lady she is..calling the people in charge to find out how is the procedure etc..then i got my form,went to register and it was unbelievable that i could key in intro to sociolinguistics when previously it was not opened!!double checked again n again...and some other subjects as well..the most important ones i have managed to register!!thank you Lord!!Amen!!n now i'm sitting here writing this very long account of the wonders of these few days..&lt;br /&gt;although i endured frustrations,anger,pain and disheartening but i come to know that the LORD knows all that i need and want and will provide at the best time,the time he knows its perfect. its such a simple basic trust in the lord,i've known it all the time but i refuse or i hold back from committing all to HIm,wanting to have control over it..what i ended up with was all the negative feelings. However,thru these feelings,only then i was really praying and give it up to HIS hands..resting my heart and soul in knowing that GOD will handle all for me...&lt;br /&gt;it is indeed an awakening moment for me thru all this situations...for GOD is Great!!Hallelujah!! ^ = ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3551487228111661064?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/3551487228111661064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=3551487228111661064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3551487228111661064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/3551487228111661064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/through-it-all.html' title='Through it all...'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3569501547713482886</id><published>2008-02-15T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:34:56.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Since i'm online..</title><content type='html'>Oct 01, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the abovementioned title, there is really nothing that much to say but just feel like typing..:P the past week flew by like any other week, although i have purposed to do this and that..but inevitable stuff comes up. Yet, the stuff that came up was something i could actually choose not to do but i also don't know why i said ok. is the decision detrimental to my time and work i have to do? diverted from my initial plans (which actually i don't have much of a plan). Honestly, the thing is i learnt something new by doing the job..i learnt and understood that people are mostly not interested in things that u try to promote, and i observed the body languages and verbal language of humans when they are trying to avoid you. Oh, forgot to mention the job was to arrange volunteers to promote a charity drive for a underpriviledged home..standing outside the bank where people buzz through, it wasn't easy to talk to them..they will (i would do the same thing actually) display actions that tell you "buzz off" and such. and me being kinda under-confident feel as though i'm invading them or something and most of the time i couldnt open up and talk to em'...:( hmm..still have many pending assignments yet i don look like i'm worried nor tensed...then only to rush like nobody's business later...then another minor headache is tomorrow we start the exodus of registering our next semester's subjects...naturally, what to expect would be server down, academic advisors did not unlock the password(or something like that), clashes of time between what you wanna take and what u have to take etc.However,as i'm now in second year,there is less fighting for the general courses as i have completed the required credit hours so all is left is my electives in my faculty which shouldn't be much of a problem..most probably or rather quite definitely will be taking sociolinguistics and communication psychology as electives and also thai level 2..it is still playing in my mind to take or not cos i'm not doing too well in level 1 but i guess if i take time to study it daily and with a month before finals..it could be possible to grasp it and scrape through. dunno if i should switch to another language and start from level1 but i don't think i'd do that lor..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i very often think of things that are far away....why would i bother if theres nothing i can do about it? haih...&lt;br /&gt;uh huh..battery running low..till next time!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3569501547713482886?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-3057033028685354963</id><published>2008-02-15T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:30:12.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>the fear and trepidition..</title><content type='html'>Sept 20, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now so many things are going thru my mind..i feel like a tossed up salad :P(trust me to use food similes) tossed up both mentally and emotionally..mentally, i don't know how to segment my brain to so many things, the assignments are complex for my simple brain and time seems to be whooshing by, especially when i don't have enough of it. the website designing assignment puts jitters into me, i'll leave the design to the expert in my group while i shall come up with the contents..what the heck is pagemaker?make newsletter woh..didnt attend the class yesterday,so now am in a blur,feeling so lost and afraid of knowing what it is. next up,communication reseaaarch methods..stuck in translation now because am doing english but all the terms i have to use in malay and don't know how to translate-directly will make it so weird. then we have photojournalism,writing story every forthnightly according to the title given and have to snap photos as well..plus the pangkor trip assignment which i havent even looked at it yet.i got the idea at least thats better, its juct putting into words.photoshop is another issue with me,anything involving graphic creativity reduces me to a exasperated person!!!scared..not forgetting thai-regrettably i can't turn back,by hook or by crook must endure this semester thru..so difficult.when i study it i feel like i can understand when i see it then everything goes blank!!how horrible is that?thank GOD that the supposedly 2nd test for this on this saturday has been postponed..if not i dunno how to handle comm research,econs test on fri night and thai on sat!!i really have no other feelings except confusion,apprehension and fear now because i feel i can't finish my work...argh!!its already wednesday,time to gather my thoughts,pull myself together and settle everything step-by-step and not think too much.just do whatever i can and have faith and trust in the LORD!!&lt;br /&gt;two unbelievable things happened to me past week and today. i had to finish my comm research subject assignment which was literarture review of 20-30 pgs to be submitted last friday. i didn;t really do anything during sem break thinking i could have about four days when sem re-opens on monday..then got involved in IKUPM (christian fellowship) evangelistic night event-was the sketch narrator and practiced nightly till wednesday..had no time to go do research and stuff.till thursday morning i hit the panic button and awoke early to do research in library which i eventually stayed nearly 11hours..10hours of it staring at computer..the other hour was lunch..came back,freshened up and started the reviewing and typing all the way till 10am friday morning!!surely it is not by my own human might i managed to do it..all glory and praise and thanks to the Almighty GOD for carrying me through it all because HE knows i needed it..HE is all knowing and all providing all we gotta do is ask and pray plus believe!!so it was a personal record..staying up for 25 1/2 hours with only about 2 1/2 break and zooming into the comp screen for nearly a day!!phew..settled and lapsed into unconciousness for 3 hours before class...told myself will never do it again!!&lt;br /&gt;next, i was very heartbroken over my camera memory card..somehow sometime which i don't even remember, something happened to it and all the pictures were lost..all 512mb of it!!imagine it..many photos that i need for assignment also..was really down but yet i couldnt do anything..till today my friend had this recovery software,she tried it and amazingly 95% of the photos were recovered!!yes!!i couldnt believe it,i almost gave up on it already...BUT again GOD is always there..i don't actually remember praying over it for a miracle to happen..indeed,the technology is there,but without GOD putting the friend into my life i would never have known about it and managed to save my precious photos,though its not pretty la...&lt;br /&gt;alright enough for now..i have to go analyse my comm research crap...hungry a little but not much food in cafe..sigh...&lt;br /&gt;till next time..till next time when somehow friendster would be able to access in UPM...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-3057033028685354963?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/3057033028685354963/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-6290959960739170040</id><published>2008-02-15T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:35:38.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Sept 09, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a minute ago..i had an intention of churning something out but not long after i clicked the key to open the page to type..the mechanics of the head has suddenly shut off and my eyes are drooping now...seriously,its time for bed...i'm gonna be back in campus tomorrow where friendster can't be open which means i can't blog  :( there must be a way,i'll go dig it out :P my not so brilliant brain has temporarily cut off transmission..........................................................................................toot toot toot.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-6290959960739170040?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/6290959960739170040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=6290959960739170040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6290959960739170040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6290959960739170040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-7983900907769603448</id><published>2008-02-15T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:35:38.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>can't describe...</title><content type='html'>Sept 06, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible not to know how i'm feeling right now? i'm at the stage now where i just don't have much going inside my head or rather i don wanna think..first my assignment is daunting (at least to me) cos i dunno how to do it properly and the dateline is next friday!!it involves some literature review and must be 20-30pages long and the wonderful thing is Ipoh public libraries don have what i ant to find..of course i can understand that,its for general reading..so there was no journal watsoever,but they did have e-journal but sadly they dun have the password to log in..huh??so i have no choice but to scour the WWW for info as much as possible and go back to campus to begin extensive researching and writing and typing...maybe my title doesnt help..:P watever...next week is IKUPM "a nite to remember" and am part of the production team for a sketch-yeehah!!hope everything moves along well...the holidays are moving and i'm not..nothing has been accomplish despite my initial thoughts i would :D so distracting is the tv and computer and i'm gorging myself and not exercising...holidays are a bit detrimental for me in that sense...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a week of unfruitfulness in productivity but will fruit will be ripe and bursting in terms of my belly!! my deprived stomach longs for the fattening and delicious gastronomic delights though my head tells me not to overindulge but i have ignored it!! food for the soul :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-7983900907769603448?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/7983900907769603448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=7983900907769603448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7983900907769603448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7983900907769603448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/cant-describe.html' title='can&apos;t describe...'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-7481098385805476154</id><published>2008-02-15T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:39:18.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Places'/><title type='text'>Pangkor experience</title><content type='html'>Sept 04, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time to Pangkor Island..aadmittedly at first i had my apprehension that i have to go there to do an assignment and all i would be doing was about my work, and i have to pay to get my 40marks...wasn't that pleased initially.anyway,i had no choice, so i got over it and was prepared to do whatever. got to lumut to take the ferry to pangkor, well,lumut was not what i expected it to be-it was prettier than i thought..hehe.entering pangkor from the jetty via van,and soon discovered how winding and up and down the roads are..not for the motion sickness..&lt;br /&gt;arrived at our chalet,and to my horrors 5 people sharing a room with only a queen size bed and a single mattress.but that was nothing la..no time cos after dropping everything,we were whisked out to a place called teluk kecil to do some coverage of a "anak angkat" project that another subject's students were doing.there i walked a very long "jambatan" and seriously i could feel my heart beating faster and my legs shaking cos i was afraid i would step into the gaps and into the sea (worse,i can't swim)..the journey took so long..but the feeling of getting there was rather cool..:P met a gal there and she agreed to take my teammate and i around the next day...after that we went back to our chalet,quickly dumped everything and rushed to the beach...ahh,havent felt seawater for so long.but of course i was just playing at a safe level in case i get washed away..hehe.then we went on a speedboat ride around the island, saadly none of us brought our camera to the beach for fear of it getting lost or wet..haih..it was cool,with the wind blowing in our faces and all...playing in water sure makes me hungry,so it was dinnertime..after that fren and i went out ronda2 with motorbike (she rode).there at the pekan i went shopping and went batik crazy and bought shorts,long pants,shirt all with some batik motives for my family..and some souvenirs..pity my fren who waited for me while i went on that spree :D thanx for being patient with me (and i thought i had a little aversion to shopping) nocturnal activity was playing cards la and "spill the beans" incorporated..we have to answer truthfully if we get the biggest/smallest number...few truths were revealed...&lt;br /&gt;bedtime beckoned as wanted to get down to work the next day..man,it was not a very goodnight for me as the aircond was cold,i wore shorts and the blanket was taken up,and i didn't wanna pull it away and wake them up...did sleep but donno what time.&lt;br /&gt;our adventure started as we lost the way to teluk kecil,ending up riding and riding all the way to teluk dalam which was really dalam, hence its name..saw people making boats,a chalet that was rundown and few fish carcasses which i think as washed over by the wave..but that area was quiet..rather scary. then we finally found teluk kecil and met up with the gal we met the day before-Su. went to batu bersurat,mini kota bersejarah,and jungle trekking..fuh,it was drizzling since morning so the ground was wet,muddy and slippery which does not help my imbalance and clumsiness..anyway,my first time la in the jungle..cool!! stumbled upon a hornbill carcass,left only bones and the beak (very wood looking,i wonder if its heavy)..eww...i din dare go near to get a photo...walk walk walk..up and downhill and finally reached,and guess what to the open ocean!!aduh...but an experience la..in addition to being food for mosquitoes..&lt;br /&gt;next,off to lumut to arrange transport for departure..actually just teman my teammate cos shes the VP of the organizing committee..nearly fell asleep standing on the dock of the ferry (phew,so dangerous)hehe..spent quite a bit of time there..supposed to have a gangbang go snorkelling and we were prepared to be left behind:( but thanx to everyone for waiting up -really great of them- so we changed ASAP and rushed to it..snorkelling was a whole new thing for me,life jacket made me feel like i could swim..:P but in the process,cut my toes quite a bit cos of the rocks at the bottom..but did see nice fishes few times and most of the times feet and rocks :( but the water not that clear tho..next up, jetski!!with a guide behind and he let me control the speed and he will control it if he sees u going off course..whoa!!it was so exhilirating,,full speed ahead!!then we went on a banana boat which was a long float pulled by a boat,at the end he will throw us into the water and we float (for those who can't swim) with life jacket la to the shore lo...&lt;br /&gt;end of the great seaside experience,dinner and stroll around the street outside our chalet where i bought a sling bag which i saw the night before but couldn't decide cos of budget..then celebrated bday for a coursemate,chatted a bit then went to bed..darn tired,got my own pillow and blanket so i slept like a pig!!!&lt;br /&gt;woke up to find an empty room..found them by the beach..after breakfast,went to a temple to sightsee..got a mini great wall of china and went up to see..that was it,went back,packed had lunch and off we were to the jetty...just made it in time for those going back to kl and penang at 2pm..the penang bus was leaving!!lucky got there to stop it..ipoh pula,lagi "kek",i booked places the day before and when i went to collect it the lady said "no bus,driver MC and cannot find replacement" huh!!thats a first for me,since when its my problem u got no driver? whatever,got in2 another bus at 2:30 and reach ipoh 4pm..the end of my pangkor trip-sticking my head out of my tempurung a few inches more...hope to go more places soon..i love the beach!!!&lt;br /&gt;so..its the holidays now,but there is work to be done..but where shall i start..told myself i rest la today,but afraid it will be like that till sunday!!eekk...&lt;br /&gt;To GOd be the praise for making the trip smooth and great and being my provider!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-7481098385805476154?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/7481098385805476154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=7481098385805476154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7481098385805476154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/7481098385805476154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/pangkor-experience.html' title='Pangkor experience'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-1090893414094165321</id><published>2008-02-15T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:30:37.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>Second year...</title><content type='html'>July 11, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo!! finally after two months of non productivity,i have returned to campus in dear ol' UPM Serdang..nothing much has changed around here,except i'm in year 2 now..other than that its still the same ol same ol freaking irritating systems, procedures during the first few weeks.the mix up of classes, the inattendance of lecturers and all..of course the college hasn't changed for the better,water still stops( which is about the only problem).Oh, UPM has a new college 17 which is apartment like for the medic and vet students..which seems to always have precedence over other courses, and they have new faculty for medic!!!ah, its looked upon as anobel profession so they gotta treat em well? Pamper them? whatever it is..why fester over something i can't change? on the other hand its been a great past one week where a group of us stayed together while doing some project..we had tons of great times,laughing, eating,shopping,chatting,football etc!!to those that i've spent time with, its good to have get to know you better eventhough we've actually known each other since last year,but it feels so much like an aquaintance sorta thing..for we never had the time and chance to chat :) now that semester is opened, i feel like i may be kinda busy, hopefully i can cope with my 21 credit hours, IK, TSf and all..but i admit,its darn exciting and i wouldn't trade this times for anything (well, almost..) to see everyone again is awesome..do i sound to over enthusiastic here? :P well, since grand UPM bars friendster, it will be a while before i can access it again cos the only place available is the college cybercafe which is not free..:( whats up with the barring of frenster may i ask? then again,its not a life and death thing so what the heck? ahh..i see i'm contradicting myself as always..tata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-1090893414094165321?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/1090893414094165321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=1090893414094165321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1090893414094165321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1090893414094165321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/second-year.html' title='Second year...'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-6166080812456865702</id><published>2008-02-15T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:30:37.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>21 years...</title><content type='html'>June 29, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've existed for 21 years,what have i becomed?what have i learned? its been a rollercoaster ride physically- from growing bigger and now i wish i could stop growing..but i also wish i would shoot a few inches taller..sigh sigh impossible unless i am willing to subject myself to pain to do it..mentally-of course from kiddiness and innocence, i have grown up,learn many things,look at things from different perspective and try to see a bigger picture..when i was young all i know was "its all about me" but definitely "me" is sometimes even forgotten...that said,maturity brings about responsibilities which sometimes i wanna shirk from cos sometimes i just dun feel like it but in life u got no choice sometimes...of course,is great to indulge in childishness once in a while!heck..always if i could.:P see,when i was young can't wait to grow up now i want otherwise:0) emotionally..i've grown stronger after goin thru heartbreaks from various parties be it family or friends,special friends etc...but all that has taught me a lot..it has changed the way i see and feel about people..but still sometimes i may pre-judge someone cos i wanna make sure,feel safer with a barrier before i let down my guard...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..ranting as always..:P in the case of gaining freedom at 21, i don't really feel the difference cos my parents never really hover around me and guard me like some antique precious ornament..they basically let me do what i want,though they have rarely voiced out the do's and dont"s-i do believe that they trusted me to know whats right and wrong..but then again there is no right and wrong in the world-its a matter of perception...so now i have to be responsible over my actions as it could be taken into account-no more parents covering my butt or anything.so i guess adulthood puts our views and outlook into a whole different game!!&lt;br /&gt;gotta enjoy life to the maximum,just do whatever i want (within my own value boundaries of course) before i get jaded..(what a cliche)&lt;br /&gt;till next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-6166080812456865702?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/6166080812456865702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=6166080812456865702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6166080812456865702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/6166080812456865702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/21-years.html' title='21 years...'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-1911211544793681516</id><published>2008-02-15T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:55:36.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>the game of love</title><content type='html'>June 27, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.the word that makes us all(well,unless u r stone feeling) go dizzy,our hearts melt and a host of other feelings that plummet us to heights of euphoria when we think,see,talk to the certain someone. probably i would be da last person anyone should ask for advice and comments on this topic:P anyway,nothing is sacred anymore, not even love for it is or rather was considered one of the greatest gift and feeling that mankind has been granted- from being able to love and being loved in return. however, times are a changing and it becomes a game as portrayed by the reality series "the player" where a group of guys vie for the affection for this one girl.they have to duke it out in contests in order to go on a date with her which is an advantage coz he can get to know her better.alternatively,the guys should also go out of the way and be creative to catch the girl's heart.and she has the power to eliminate any player that she feels unsuitable.so, whats with this gal that the guys should be enamoured with her?granted that physical attraction sparks things off..but are these people in the game just to prove how good their loving game is or do they really want her? and vice versa,could she be playing them as well? is love and relationship held with low regards now? or maybe i'm just too conservative,the world now treat relationships and love like changing clothes(of course there are exceptions) but despite our modernisations,there is a hint of dropping morality and values. i mean,could we be so open as to let a guy be in a hot tub with you when there is no relationship involved?furthermore,all these guys have touched,kissed her and bla bla bla..how could she?yea yea,its pure entertainment but it is reality for there can be no entertainment if there is no reality...so,maybe our asian culture we are less open about this stuff but its definitely moving towards the direction and in the west it has bloomed.all the purity of love are fading,the handfuls of us who would hold out for true love are few..i can't even say that for myself..ultimately it boils down to what our value systems are and how affected are we by the surroundings...wait for prince charming or kiss a few frogs before finding one? for me i think its rationale if i say that deep down i wish that the former would happen but its the real world,mate..u gotta see the world and the characters and attitudes it has got to offer.sounds conflicting and contradicting? yup, i know i could never settle for one decision.its gotta be  a balance between fantasy and reality, but being a player has its downside- u never know when someone will sweep u off ur feet but hurt u in return like how u mite have done to others before.so before entering into this foray,u gotta be sure u can give and take...before i end up twisting myself over this thoughts,better sign off now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-1911211544793681516?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/1911211544793681516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=1911211544793681516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1911211544793681516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1911211544793681516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/game-of-love.html' title='the game of love'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-2080361882688324341</id><published>2008-02-15T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:55:36.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>John Q..</title><content type='html'>June 14, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watchin the movie john q..in case u didn't know- its about a man who desperately wants his son to get a heart transplant but is faced by hurdles especially money.after he tried every avenue n got nothing,he held up the hospital n took hostages in a last ditch attempt that the hospital will agree to help..why did he go so far? he believed that the hospital was all about the money and that without it they wouldn't put his son on the top of the recepient list.yes,we gotta understand the hospital's procedure-it is not their fault but sometimes i do think, can't there be compassion within it? red tape and bereaucracy are the stumbling blocks. what is the government doing? are they focusing too much on the development of physical, and concrete stuff? how to have alliances that will benefit the country? all these are essential, but the country is made of its people and these people are those who made the powers that be what they are.many are destitute,they are not getting what they deserve, however they sometimes are not even in the know of what they can get. cos of education.the majority of the community depicted in the movie are lower rate citizens who work at factories earning pittance.they live by faith alone,faith in GOD,believe in the systems that have been made to look good to them, but in reality-it benefits them little. john q's act exposed what is going on behind the scenes, things that normally people won't think about cos they and we trust that the powers are there,they want to give citizens the best..why meddle with something so rosy? its only when things happen, that evrything leaks out! so, was john hasty in his act? well, he didn't think of anything but saving his son-heck he was ready to die so that he can donate his heart! however, unbeknownest to him,many have been enlightened and have learned about their rights and fight for it,for men cannot live in ignorance and denial. and of course,most obviously is miracles DO happen-u just gotta pray and trust that GOD knows best and He will come through.even though sometimes it is un acceptable the outcome,soon we will see the light of it..and yes, john's son was saved at the nick of time.when john was ready to shoot himself,the gun lock was not opened! there is no doubt that GOD had bigger plans...&lt;br /&gt;believe what is in your heart even if u dunno and can't see it...for sometimes what is in front of you could be the biggest deception!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-2080361882688324341?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/2080361882688324341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=2080361882688324341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2080361882688324341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/2080361882688324341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/john-q.html' title='John Q..'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-1142769397403249249</id><published>2008-02-15T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:55:36.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>the future?...</title><content type='html'>June 7, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would u like it if u have the power to control ur life and even other's lives? this is a question that is posed by the series Century city..which i find thought provoking.its a city in the future where control is the key word and thru control it can turn into manipulation if abused..take one episode,the gal stole her ex bf's personality,his smell jus coz she missed him..and one guy even put sumthing in2 another guy's drink and he then could experience the sex when tat guy was doing it with his gal.."is that rape" ?was the case..given that he din touch her..will the future really be like that?u can even choose what characteristics u want ur child to hv-its happenin now also.where then is the joy of discovery if everything is in ur hands,knowing wat will happen is secure but at the same time fearful..u wanna know when u'll die?have it hanging over ur head?will u then be able to enjoy? this reminds me of a book"brave new world" by aldous huxley-a world where everything is bottled..u can have sex without physicality-juz wit apill,u can feel love with a pill..evry move u make is monitored and programmed...i shudder!creativity n innovativeness is totally out of bounds then..GOD makes everything in his own way..who is man to tamper with the almighty's creation?but can u see that the possibilities are high?its gaining ground now in the modern states-cloning,choosing ur babies gender and wat not...sigh..we can't grow by ourselves..the power force believes that they are the brilliant ones,that shackles and chains will keep us grounded..that will lead to even more rebellion i think..so,technology is a great benefit but when humans become more brilliant,the possibilities will be endless..and machines are dead but humans are the real deal-the controllers..we have the ability to change things-its only in wat sense..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-1142769397403249249?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/1142769397403249249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=1142769397403249249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1142769397403249249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/1142769397403249249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/future.html' title='the future?...'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-8839329960823395109</id><published>2008-02-15T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:39:39.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastronomy Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking'/><title type='text'>eat to live or live to eat?</title><content type='html'>June 2, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why but i just felt like relaying my "probably-no-one-could-care- thoughts" on this matter:) for me.i would definitely go for the latter cos i really like to experiment with food and my wish is to travel the world and try cuisines of all cultures. Food is really something that everyone can relate too and it also binds people,example those with passion for it will always try to go greater heights,to achieve that peak of culinary skills.it is also fascinating how the great chefs can slice,chop,carve,fry,steam etc to perfection. comes with many many years of practice and pain..oops.guess i'm going outta topic:) of course,eat to live is a neccessity but the flipside is a luxury cos normally those exquisite culinary delights comes with a hefty price and definitely there are also little diamonds hidden in the corner that brings joy as well..even well dressed,tie wearing.benz driving executives would give up comfort and class just to experience the gastronomic jewel if it is found in the most uncompromising situations!that is the drawing power of food.something that we look at simply to fill us daily but there is always uncharterd,unexperimented territories of ingredients screaming to be used to create the best it can be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-8839329960823395109?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/feeds/8839329960823395109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163195726537067562&amp;postID=8839329960823395109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8839329960823395109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163195726537067562/posts/default/8839329960823395109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuneisachinesename.blogspot.com/2008/02/eat-to-live-or-live-to-eat.html' title='eat to live or live to eat?'/><author><name>Yune</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998235325347309410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163195726537067562.post-1480541639382595582</id><published>2008-02-15T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:35:38.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Ramblings'/><title type='text'>this the season of loafers...</title><content type='html'>May 23, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this time of the year there will be many "lepak-ers" coz its the holidays for colleges n unis(most of them)..those who are working,great..can pass boredom n earn money..but as for me,every place that i asked rejected me cos of the shortness of time i can work..well,can't blame em as i only started looking mid may..":) so now i'm accepting of my fate n tag..at the same time its nice to be able to do whatever and whenever without any obligations..i shall enjoy it while it lasts..tho i do feel guilty if i find that i'm lazy to do anything,i feel its not right..i'm high in maintenance but low in productivity..sigh sigh..and my mental capacity is slowly shrinking cos i dun use em as much..soon, i'll be reduced to a pea sized thing between the ears!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163195726537067562-1480541639382595582?l=yuneisachinesename.blogspo
