<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441</id><updated>2010-01-04T14:36:57.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zucchini</title><subtitle type='html'>/zu:ki:ni/ are long thin vegetables with a dark green skin aka courgette.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-2834933516627231186</id><published>2010-01-04T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:36:57.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>First day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peering out from the car window, a few buildings stood magnificently in one huge compound with a big green football field at the front. Cars and buses move in snail speed towards the front of the gate, with many other vehicles parked by the roadside. Some looked anxious, the other looked excited, together all march bravely and eagerly to one direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what lies ahead, who will we meet, or what memories hold in us when we looked back years after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to many of my first day in a new place, yet the feeling remained the same. The typical scenes always appear. The unbeatable anxious heartbeats and the clouded confused mind never seems to synchronize with the my body movement well in a total unfamiliar new environment. It makes all the worst, the hardest day to smile and laugh naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years that passed had taught me how to handle things better. Just sail with the flow and face it with ease, no one needs to be perfectly great on the first day. Jump into the pond and mark a historical day in life! It is easier to be ourselves after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are first day in school today, have fun and enjoy it to the fullest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-2834933516627231186?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/2834933516627231186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=2834933516627231186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/2834933516627231186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/2834933516627231186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day.html' title='First day'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-4253447857713315066</id><published>2009-12-29T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:58:03.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaint'/><title type='text'>That devilish piece of paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got on to the car happily after the purchase. Only realised that devilish spoiler piece of paper attached at the front when I was approaching a traffic light. Great! Simply spoilt my hard work for keeping my years of record ever since I got my car licence. A parking fine. I have been to that place for so many times and never know that I need to place a parking ticket. Arghhh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"气到爆!" (qi dao bao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is that it was stated exactly 3 minutes after I left the car at the parking area. Very efficient! &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/8145635147619637441-4253447857713315066?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/4253447857713315066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=4253447857713315066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/4253447857713315066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/4253447857713315066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-devilish-piece-of-paper.html' title='That devilish piece of paper'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-6395847514780755952</id><published>2009-12-22T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:18:03.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Mah Jong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have tried learning how to play &lt;i&gt;mah jong&lt;/i&gt; since a few years back. Each time I play, I have to re-learn all the rules again. Just cant understand why my brain never seems to store this information into the long term memory box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last few days, we were playing it again. As usual, learning starts with zero. So far, I've acquired a few basic rules that can keep me survived for the super duper beginner's level. The game caught my interest, just that the 'kaki' &lt;i&gt;mah jong&lt;/i&gt; is not enough. Now, really looking forward for da jie's homecoming, nyehehee. "Fai fai fan lei lo! Ngo yew da ma jiok! Fai dit fai dit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The previous 'sifus'  taught me when we were in Cameron. The learning process was like a bullet train speed. I wanted so badly to play even though I tak tau anything. So, one sat on the left and the other on the right told me the how-s and why-s of the game. Superb! They are such expert! After a few rounds, I managed to so-called-guide (adoi, macam pandai sikit dah, keke!) another 'mah jong zero' to play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I'm a little addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEH!&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/8145635147619637441-6395847514780755952?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/6395847514780755952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=6395847514780755952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/6395847514780755952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/6395847514780755952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/12/mah-jong.html' title='Mah Jong'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-1339177806717289759</id><published>2009-12-17T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:00:20.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>虎</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A little too early for this, but I cant wait....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"我虎年的朋友们， 站起来吧！"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Finally!!! AWESOME!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, if I have irritated anyone who is not born in the year of tiger, hahaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&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/8145635147619637441-1339177806717289759?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/1339177806717289759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=1339177806717289759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/1339177806717289759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/1339177806717289759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='虎'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-8574965842235041158</id><published>2009-12-11T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:18:21.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Just ask WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's clearly understood that when we ask "Why?", it means we are curious and our brains are in quest of an answer to a question. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, exclude the time when we purposely ask "Why why why..." to irritate others of course, hahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that most of us were encouraged to ask "Why &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blah blah&lt;/span&gt; .... ?" when we encounter difficulties in understanding since kindergarden or primary school by our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Students, raise your hand if you cannot comprehend what I have just taught."&lt;br /&gt;Which usually only ended up with a few hands waving in the air or none at all. Well, it's either all the students fully understood what was taught earlier or they dont even bother to ask anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to point fingers at people nor blame anyone, for a simple reason, I was... perhaps am one of the category of students who have heavy hands, being ignorance for getting answer on the spot or clear my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to ask. But it ended somewhere along the journey in primary schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a point whereby some of my questions were not able to direct me to any answer that can satisfy what I seek to know. Then, I realised that I cant always depend on the human being around me alone to provide me the answer. Silly enough, I gave up being more hardworking to dig through the limited information accesses beyond my level of comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was this what's-the-point-of-asking attitude started to show. It slowly became a habit. A habit that developed my curiosity into slow motion and blunted my responses. Sometimes, I would let-go the innitiative of searching the answer. The inner me struggled for a period of time for accumulating too many questions. The many questions that caused me not able to understand too many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there are people whom I met in my life always seem to be able to convince me that asking "Why?" on the spot is still essential. I do thank God for them. Really. I would start to forget why "Why?" is so important, if it wasnt for them. People dont convince me through argument or debate, but through action and outcome. And they won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and off, I will fall back to my old-self. It takes time, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's undeniable that the attitude of asking is good, being independent to search for the answer is even better. However, there are still questions that the world holds no absolute answers to them. Only Him. I hope He stored a huge memory box for me up there to save all the questions I had and have, as I difficulty recalling things or names that appeared even just a week ago now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, some people think kids who always question a lot are a bit irritating. Even some think those who always ask pretended to be smart or make them outstanding or what-so-ever-they-say. I wont use 'The truth is', because I aint qualify to use it either, I prefer to use 'From my experience'. My experience tells me that you wont become a loser nor loose anything for asking questions, even if you dont get the answer, at least you tried, so why not? If we dont get the answer, look it up on our own. There are certain knowledge acquired through experience, not just merely textbook. The rest, let's find out when we meet Him.&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/8145635147619637441-8574965842235041158?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/8574965842235041158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=8574965842235041158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/8574965842235041158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/8574965842235041158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-ask-why.html' title='Just ask WHY'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-2158709592087845592</id><published>2009-12-09T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:55:58.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Received an odd comment on the brownies made recently which I can never comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"It tastes like&lt;em&gt; Bak Gua&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chocolate brownies taste like &lt;em&gt;bak gua&lt;/em&gt;, how odd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But I was so sure I didnt touch/use any pork or meat during the baking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-2158709592087845592?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/2158709592087845592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=2158709592087845592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/2158709592087845592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/2158709592087845592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/12/brownies.html' title='Brownies'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-5119975435004225870</id><published>2009-11-03T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:29:56.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal'/><title type='text'>Enermy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Accused:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"I remember I was surfing the internet that day. Then I heard some noise at my back. I turned. Stunned. Immediately stood up and screamed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Defendant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"I was sneaking into a room through a window. There she was, busy doing something on a machine with her back facing the window, which I think it's a laptop. I tried very hard to sneak in quietly but I stepped onto something that caused her to turn. When she saw me, she screamed. I was totally freaked out and immediately jumped out from the window and ran for my life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an animal trying to sneak into my house's second floor. Silly thing, gave me a fright. Nearly had a heart attack. It was SO close yet I still cant figure out what it was. Could be a cat or a squirrel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later, I heard some noise in my parents' room. So, I quietly open the door, turn on the light and peep inside. Saw that black greyish fellow from the back again, walking slowly across the room. Ish! It's IT again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Told my sister to bring me a 'rotan' and we both jumped inside to declare the war. But the enermy was totally out of sight before we could even lay an evil stroke on it, hmph!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont do that again, I had enough in one day.&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/8145635147619637441-5119975435004225870?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/5119975435004225870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=5119975435004225870&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/5119975435004225870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/5119975435004225870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/11/enermy.html' title='Enermy'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-6284560941202555969</id><published>2009-11-01T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:31:05.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another day'/><title type='text'>Sounds familiar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was at a book store. Drooling over the food books pathethically. Then, overheard a conversation between a mother and her son and daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mother (M), Son (S), Daughter (D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;d&gt;D: 妈... 咪..~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;m&gt;M: 哇! 你不要越叫越恐怖!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;d&gt;D: 妈咪, 我要买书。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;m&gt;M: 嘿呀! 越叫越恐怖! 多少钱? 你去告诉爸爸...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;S: 妈咪! 我要买这本书。 我自己有带钱买书。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;m&gt;M: 哇! 好! OK OK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I almost laughed out loud, hahaa! I was afraid if I peep at them, I'll burst out laughing. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;his lady's respond was so funny, the way she say '恐怖' was super hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That scene sounds familiar to you?&lt;br /&gt;It is for me, at least. My sibings and I were in this situation before for many many times when we were young and money-less. I miss those times. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Especially when we wanted to get comics, hahaa!)&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/8145635147619637441-6284560941202555969?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/6284560941202555969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=6284560941202555969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/6284560941202555969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/6284560941202555969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/11/sounds-familiar.html' title='Sounds familiar?'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-1559234495743992190</id><published>2009-10-30T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:29:34.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Spell S.T.R.E.S.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went back to uni yesterday and was caught by some students who were doing a campaign on stress at the foyer. As usual, I was asked to do a questionnaire and later was given a piece of paper to define 'stress'. I should have define it as followed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. When I realised that I am no longer fit to produce 600 words on a piece of paper =stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. I am not allowed to tell a lame joke when I'm feeling super crappy =stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. Drooling over the pictures of delicious cakes, cookies, sushi, dimsum,... on cook books in a book store =stress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. Driving only 120km/h on highway =stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. When I finally realised that I dont really understand how to define stress =STRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-1559234495743992190?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/1559234495743992190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=1559234495743992190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/1559234495743992190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/1559234495743992190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/10/spell-stress.html' title='Spell S.T.R.E.S.S'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-7897322830543677744</id><published>2009-10-30T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:11:43.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Good news for all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it would sound weird for ME to convince anyone to be a primary school teacher, hehee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But, ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... they get to celebrate &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the kids! Food and fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Isnt it awesome? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Neh! It doesnt mean i'm interested also though. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-7897322830543677744?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/7897322830543677744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=7897322830543677744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/7897322830543677744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/7897322830543677744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-news-for-all.html' title='Good news for all!'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-5884043338761946956</id><published>2009-10-21T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:36:43.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>药</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/St7_-qE7f0I/AAAAAAAAA38/EFmk1FAgepc/s1600-h/black,and,white,bw,funny,medicine,pills-0a36fb1beedb678b1d8c3de0c88a198e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395030855548370754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/St7_-qE7f0I/AAAAAAAAA38/EFmk1FAgepc/s400/black,and,white,bw,funny,medicine,pills-0a36fb1beedb678b1d8c3de0c88a198e_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vi.sualize.us/tag/medicine/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://vi.sualize.us/tag/medicine/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;药，当然是苦的。若是甜的，每个人都当糖吃咯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how I persuaded my little sister to take her medicine, hahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have never actually encounter the difficulty of taking medicine. Which according to my parents, I love medicine since I was a child. A weird kid I am, hahaa! Well, in a nicer phrase, I am an obedient patient."&lt;/span&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/8145635147619637441-5884043338761946956?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/5884043338761946956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=5884043338761946956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/5884043338761946956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/5884043338761946956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='药'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/St7_-qE7f0I/AAAAAAAAA38/EFmk1FAgepc/s72-c/black,and,white,bw,funny,medicine,pills-0a36fb1beedb678b1d8c3de0c88a198e_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-1450677447780984016</id><published>2009-10-17T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:22:44.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><title type='text'>Remained silent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to find it difficult to understand why there are people who would choose to remained silent when obviously the truth will help to clear the misundertanding and one's innocent guilt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whenever I came to the part of the movie/ drama, I would:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Eller... just tell la... what is so difficult?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Silly, explain je, remained silent wont help, okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logically, we tend to think that explanation helps to solve the issue faced. Yes, it does, I dont deny the fact that it does, most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yet, it might backfire too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes, it is the fact that will hurt the other person's feelings, and you only realised it after you have done so or it might lead to another even worse/ complicated circumstances that you never thought it would ever happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people choose to sacrifice themselves and let the truth to be known one day naturally.&lt;br /&gt;What if the day never arrive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some people are simply too tired to engage anymore emotion to care. Choose to ignore and let go, which usually is only the temporary let go.&lt;br /&gt;What about in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some choose not to confront the situation on the spot, but later create chaos indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;Is that really how you want to solve the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything can become very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Is complicated healthy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-1450677447780984016?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/1450677447780984016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=1450677447780984016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/1450677447780984016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/1450677447780984016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/10/remained-silent.html' title='Remained silent'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-9003510873615050468</id><published>2009-10-14T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:14:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will type something again, soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I will be back after the commercial break, hahaa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-9003510873615050468?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/9003510873615050468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=9003510873615050468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/9003510873615050468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/9003510873615050468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/10/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-2010085729764204950</id><published>2009-09-16T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:23:58.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaint'/><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoever left &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; stupid message in my chatbox, this post is for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you think using MY name and posting brainless message here is fun, then you are so wrong! And you are messing with the wrong person obviously! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Grow up, you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-2010085729764204950?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/2010085729764204950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=2010085729764204950&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/2010085729764204950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/2010085729764204950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/09/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-5500094678188037722</id><published>2009-09-09T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:37:17.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another day'/><title type='text'>Alive, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lesson of the day: &lt;strong&gt;Charge the battery&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Stop giving your phone nightmares!"&lt;br /&gt;"Adoi, please... no more 3rd time!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Wukie dukie, I will try to remember."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-5500094678188037722?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/5500094678188037722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=5500094678188037722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/5500094678188037722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/5500094678188037722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/09/alive-again.html' title='Alive, again'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-192993689453783567</id><published>2009-09-07T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:01:18.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Nice Combination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meat. Bone. Oil. Skin&lt;/strong&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/8145635147619637441-192993689453783567?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/192993689453783567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=192993689453783567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/192993689453783567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/192993689453783567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-combination.html' title='Nice Combination'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-1878226431535315110</id><published>2009-09-03T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:22:35.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have a need to control my diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the consequence when I asked for celebrations... but I am not regret, hahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-1878226431535315110?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/1878226431535315110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=1878226431535315110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/1878226431535315110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/1878226431535315110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/09/diet.html' title='Diet'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-5874148444401167322</id><published>2009-08-29T03:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:27:45.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another day'/><title type='text'>Complicated?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have literary stared at this blank page for more than 10 minutes before I could gathered back my conscious to begin. I had to calm myself, rearrange my very complicated feelings and thoughts to begin this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope by the end of this long post, you will have a clearer picture of where my mind is for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's very hard for me to describe my day, but I shall try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was walking to uni today to meet up my group members for the assignment discussion. As I walked out from my apartment, I started to tell my Father how much I love Him and thank Him for His abundant blessings. Then, when I came to a junction, suddenly I turned towards the road that leads to the main road instead of the short cut that I would normally take without much of my conscious. As I was taking my second step, I had second thought of turning back, but in the end I did not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, as I was reaching another junction, something caught my attention. I saw an Indian man had his bike stopped at the mouth of the junction where I was like around 10 steps away from him. He seems to be searching for something from the bucket of his bike or arranging something. I thought he might have just wanted to arrange and tie up his stuff before he continue his journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3 seconds later, 2 motorbikes flew out from that same junction. There were 2 guys on one rather slightly bigger in size bike in red, and another lone biker tailed. I knew something was not right, something really wrong was about to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The red bike flew out from the junction and made a very fast and furious u-turn, then turned and stopped his bike facing the Indian man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;, while the other one stopped behind that man. The moment the red bike stopped, the guy from the back jumped down and ran towards the Indian man, so as the guy that tailed closely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What I saw was that the Indian man very quickly took out his metal hex nut tightener (not sure what does that tool called) from his bucket, and started whacking that 2 guys when they approached him with ferocity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I stood there, completely lost my conscious. At first, I thought it was a street fight coz I couldnt really see what was going on. A few seconds later, only did I realised it was a snatch theft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know there were only 2 things that I could do. One, help that man and risk my life, coz I was not sure whether the guys were holding any weapon like knife or something that can take my life away. Two, run and get help but it might be too late coz everything is happening so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I look at what I had on my hands, arghh... only 2 heavy library books! And my umbrella was in my bag. Super pathetic! How?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The second I decided to throw the books on them, I saw the guy riding on the red bike who was waiting for his partner in crime actually looked at me with his really scary expression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Arghh... shooooottt! He saw me!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I thought he might ride towards me and make my life miserable. I retreated 2 steps back. Then suddenly, the fight was over. They flew away with their bikes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I quickly ran towards to the Indian man and asked him whether he was alright. He was not hurt at all, thank God! Then, he showed me his palm was holding on to his gold pendant and his gold chain was still hanging on his neck, told me they were trying to snatch it just now. But they didnt manage to do so. He said his defence with his little tool here might be small, but it hurted them. He told me that he suspected the 3 of them has been tracking on him since a while ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The corner house residents closed their gates as they were freaked out as much as I did and looked from the other side of the gate. Later, 2 other motorcyclists turned into ths junction and showed concern and suggested him to report it to the police nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even when I continued my journey, I was still a little shaken by the incident. I came a conclusion whereby, IF I ever encounter another such incident again, I think I know what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;One, if I have anything good enough to be a weapon with me and the situation allows me to help out, WHACK!&lt;br /&gt;Two, if I cant help out, dont try to be a hero, coz I can still shout "POLICE!" to scare them off and take down the plate numbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everything happened so fast, I felt so helpless and sorry for the man for I couldnt do anything when I was so near. However, I really do wanna thank God for keeping the man and everyone else safe during the incident. I know why I took the road that leads to the main road this afternoon, it was His plan. I could have been the target or even got hurt if I took other road. Really thank God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I reached uni, I told my friends, but I think the whole reading room heard me, sorry... I was too confused. I tried to tell them the incident, but my mind was running with a million thoughts and not able to arrange it all in sequence for one moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All the confusion and anxiety was over when I began working on the website with my friends. It was another session of website designing and checking time. The hours were torturing, but Jeannie was the one who suffered the most. We worked till less than an hour for me to travel to church just now. Seriously, every second that count. It has been a week of just work work work. Thank God, this is the very very last assignment for my degree, hahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;During Nancie's baptism in church just now, it reminded me mine. As we worshipped and prayed for her, I felt His presence there. Such wonderful moment to experience His love. I'm sure He will hold her close in His arms always, shower more blessing and love on her more and more each day. "I'm really happy for you, Nancie" =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Also, thanks to Elie dai ga jie's camera, I get to snap snap away the whole night. At first, I was a bit confused of the function coz it's pretty canggih to me, hahaa! I know my dad has one many years ago, but I have never acquired the skill. Later on, I find it actually quite user friendly. And there goes, happily snapping away... I hope the photos turned out well =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeap. End of my stories of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I was confused, anxious, then busy and in the end cheered up! How complicated! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Need to catch some sleep now, tomorrow morning is my last presentation for my degree course. It's going to be another exciting day. I'm counting on You! &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/8145635147619637441-5874148444401167322?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/5874148444401167322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=5874148444401167322&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/5874148444401167322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/5874148444401167322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/08/complicated.html' title='Complicated?'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-174210616645712518</id><published>2009-08-27T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:26:36.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; feeling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes. I really hate to admit but it's undeniable. Each time I'm reaching the edge, I would need to be prepared to face it with more courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Every transition in my life is within the the thin line of not willing to let go of the present and the excitement upon the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love my life. Every single bit of it. May it be tough, sad, happy, crazy, disappointing, ... that's life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This 3 years of uni life is coming to another fold on the origami before I can see the butterfly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm blessed to have a bunch of wonderful friends&lt;br /&gt;who called me names to show that they know me well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;showed me kindly what I can learn from them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;coloured my life with their genuine colour pencils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm ever thankful to be a uni student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to have the opportunity to open my eyes to a million wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;taught me the word 'sacrifice' always comes with 'worthy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;also, courage and perseverance to learn new things is the key in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm a little anxious of what lies in my future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but I know He holds my future in His hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so I wait and obey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He knows when I am ready and capable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;better than I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and He always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;isnt He great and wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that's the reason why I cant stop myself from loving Him more and more each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-174210616645712518?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/174210616645712518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=174210616645712518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/174210616645712518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/174210616645712518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/08/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-3817421309043968579</id><published>2009-08-14T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:43:46.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Price to pay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is always a price to pay to go home for a weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PRICE: $ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A few days of rest to finish assignment early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But it's ALWAYS worth of paying the price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And, this motivates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-3817421309043968579?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/3817421309043968579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=3817421309043968579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sn2otNbQh3I/AAAAAAAAA30/CSFdouLinlo/s1600-h/H1N1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367631825547069298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sn2otNbQh3I/AAAAAAAAA30/CSFdouLinlo/s400/H1N1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We hear 'H1N1' being mentioned almost everyday these days. Scary enough to put me into shiver. Worse than any other virus, says trojan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was down with fever a few days ago and was a little worried cause fever is one of the syndromes. Thank God I had a speedy recovery on that day itself after taking much rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My course mate was hoping that I can spread the virus in the campus and make the uni close for a week, what a friend! Too bad, I have disappointed you. (You know who you are) Hahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, that was not the end. Cough came after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was so noisy coughing away day and night. Even I, could not stand my own noise. Coughing my lung out. Finally, it is coming to an end today after I brought the chinese herbal drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let's continue to pray for everyone to have a healthy and strong immune system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-1688309527517914418?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/1688309527517914418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=1688309527517914418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/1688309527517914418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/1688309527517914418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/08/h1n1.html' title='H1N1'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sn2otNbQh3I/AAAAAAAAA30/CSFdouLinlo/s72-c/H1N1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-6077355987813995739</id><published>2009-08-09T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:03:33.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>A more powerful weapon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A story between two people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: Dont move!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;B: What do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: I have a knife. Dont be rash, give me your money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;B: I have weapon also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: Huh? What? What are you gonna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;B: I have flu, fever, cough... I think I might have H1N1. *cough cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;B: Sorry, cant help it. I think you are infected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: Man! I should have wore my face mask... *fleee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;B: You should have known that I have a more powerful weapon, too bad for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the side effect of PW assignment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-6077355987813995739?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/6077355987813995739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=6077355987813995739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/6077355987813995739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/6077355987813995739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-powerful-weapon.html' title='A more powerful weapon'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-7705499129345231729</id><published>2009-08-03T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:08:56.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/SnbquB5kKNI/AAAAAAAAA3s/S5pZ5T2VPpE/s1600-h/Z048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365734082563287250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/SnbquB5kKNI/AAAAAAAAA3s/S5pZ5T2VPpE/s400/Z048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"From your first bite, you'll see why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pepperidge Farm Soft Baked Chocolate Chunk Cookies are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The BEST Chocolate Chunk Cookies in the World! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baked with an abundance of &lt;strong&gt;big chunks&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rich chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;crunchy macademia nuts&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;chewy caramel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also enjoy our Soft Baked Oatmeal Raisin cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So satisfying, so delightful, so scrumptious..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"One bite and you'll melt!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken from the package.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anita introduced this cookies into my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Giant couldnt resist the temptation to have more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... and bought this, hahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How scrumptious, yummm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Every bite is simply a satisfaction!" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;said Giant, grinning from ear to ear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ju, Giant's waiting for your cookies recipe..."&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/8145635147619637441-7705499129345231729?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/7705499129345231729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=7705499129345231729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/7705499129345231729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/7705499129345231729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/08/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/SnbquB5kKNI/AAAAAAAAA3s/S5pZ5T2VPpE/s72-c/Z048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-6042751226590538362</id><published>2009-07-28T17:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:09:30.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Nyonya Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went there with my foodie friends about 3 weeks ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaa! I know, I know... It is another 'lapuk' story, yet the best thing is food there wont, isnt great? Hahaa! That's why I love food hunting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here, I give you 'Nyonya Colors'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7JvggJ_oI/AAAAAAAAA3k/97kIumssljU/s1600-h/Z039.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363446024260681346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7JvggJ_oI/AAAAAAAAA3k/97kIumssljU/s400/Z039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7JvJhd5ZI/AAAAAAAAA3c/wefDx31dHHI/s1600-h/Z035.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363446018092164498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7JvJhd5ZI/AAAAAAAAA3c/wefDx31dHHI/s400/Z035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The main thing that attracted my attention was the stools. How uniquely beautiful designed, brought me back to Melacca, the amazing historical place that I have always love. If only I'm still a kid, I'm sure I'll go hopping around the store a few rounds, then settle down myself after picking my favourite seat, hahaa! My parents taught me well, so I bahaved *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7Ju-VbywI/AAAAAAAAA3U/C9UPBlX5tTk/s1600-h/Z040.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363446015088904962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7Ju-VbywI/AAAAAAAAA3U/C9UPBlX5tTk/s400/Z040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;One of the stool next to mine. Cantik&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7JuozXisI/AAAAAAAAA3M/NtT_UpEnnuk/s1600-h/Z041.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363446009308875458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7JuozXisI/AAAAAAAAA3M/NtT_UpEnnuk/s400/Z041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7JuXPJcBI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ntIjW2_O6EY/s1600-h/Z045.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363446004593553426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7JuXPJcBI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ntIjW2_O6EY/s400/Z045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ancient look of the interior and how customers enjoyed their meal with such comfortable ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HidmBTuI/AAAAAAAAA28/UhoHA09fNOM/s1600-h/Z044.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363443601118416610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HidmBTuI/AAAAAAAAA28/UhoHA09fNOM/s400/Z044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone would simply drool over such varieties of kuih-muih. Everything was placed so accordingly with so many names that I could never ever remember, but every single one of them look too tempting to be tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I said earlier, I cant possibly remember the name, so I will just let the pictures roll...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HiBRcFvI/AAAAAAAAA20/J6cxYaKUA_g/s1600-h/Z042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363443593515898610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HiBRcFvI/AAAAAAAAA20/J6cxYaKUA_g/s400/Z042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7Hhlkw-5I/AAAAAAAAA2s/EQtsbHqr9DI/s1600-h/Z043.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363443586080766866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7Hhlkw-5I/AAAAAAAAA2s/EQtsbHqr9DI/s400/Z043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HhQV_5DI/AAAAAAAAA2k/lOgLy9OOVFk/s1600-h/Z046.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363443580381684786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HhQV_5DI/AAAAAAAAA2k/lOgLy9OOVFk/s400/Z046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363443574463838562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7Hg6TEuWI/AAAAAAAAA2c/BNNLtfEa_7k/s400/Z047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;These, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From left: Lapi Coco, Talam Ubi &amp;amp; Angku M. Bean. (According to the receipt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HE8PX3GI/AAAAAAAAA2U/YJ7oacLyg_I/s1600-h/Z036.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363443093948849250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HE8PX3GI/AAAAAAAAA2U/YJ7oacLyg_I/s400/Z036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Fried noodles with chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HEX36JiI/AAAAAAAAA2M/agAvwB6AcSM/s1600-h/Z037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363443084186756642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HEX36JiI/AAAAAAAAA2M/agAvwB6AcSM/s400/Z037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Nasi lemak&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Taste really good, well recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HEMbRmVI/AAAAAAAAA2E/NVjJua7ZBlA/s1600-h/Z038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363443081113868626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7HEMbRmVI/AAAAAAAAA2E/NVjJua7ZBlA/s400/Z038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Ice kacang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basically, the food there taste good. We didnt managed to try everything, of course. But for the food we ordered, "Passed with a smile". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The customer service there was good, friendly. Price is simply affordable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nyonya Colors&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Valley Gardens&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 603- 7728 2288&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-6042751226590538362?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/6042751226590538362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=6042751226590538362&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/6042751226590538362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/6042751226590538362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/07/nyonya-colors.html' title='Nyonya Colors'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nlprfmnt0aM/Sm7JvggJ_oI/AAAAAAAAA3k/97kIumssljU/s72-c/Z039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145635147619637441.post-5968007356051383320</id><published>2009-07-12T06:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:24:35.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another day'/><title type='text'>Smile with wrinkle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I looked back my schedule, I was a little freaked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Every week, consistently, all kinds of meetings, die-for-approval-and-move-on-to-the-next-procedure consultations and brains-smashing discussions besides the classes that good-kid-must-attend, the never-never-ending assignments ("Long live the assignments!" joking nia...) and fyp, the additional-'encouraged'-to-be-there-ceremonies, and the current assignment fever news covering in KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thursday these days has become my rest day of the week, instead of Sunday. (I dont like this arrangement, but I enjoyed the rest that I can get on this one day off. ) "Give me back MY Sunday!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Friday always haunt me the worst, from morning till night even though I have no classes to attend, but I'll definately required to be in campus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For the past 2 weeks, Friday has brought enough wrinkles to my face. Every minute counts, seriously. The worst was last Friday, one discussion and 3 meetings somehow scheduled in one day. One after another... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Some say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Your final semester only has 2 subjects and FYP, so nice!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My answer to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"You have really no idea what is it like. And I dont think you ever wanna be in my shoe, hahahaa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yet, it has been fruitful, yes. Hard work pays off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Continue to smile, even with wrinkles, hahaa! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145635147619637441-5968007356051383320?l=alirenec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/feeds/5968007356051383320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145635147619637441&amp;postID=5968007356051383320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/5968007356051383320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145635147619637441/posts/default/5968007356051383320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alirenec.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile-with-wrinkle.html' title='Smile with wrinkle'/><author><name>ireneC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13969878476211889688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363169741603594618'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>