<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:12:39.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K a n a s a i</title><subtitle type='html'>I tell you ar .... it's like kanasai man</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-6767393980215652828</id><published>2008-02-26T12:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:36:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People keep telling me that I should do something about all the nonsense that I post in my blog everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I apologise to those people. I've done something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now made it much &lt;em&gt;easier&lt;/em&gt; for you to access all the nonsense that I post in my blog everytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved my entire blog to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaythean.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;jaythean.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, all you'll have to do is type jaythean, then hold down 'control' and press Enter. WOohoo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such I will no longer be updating this blog. Why? Because well ... erhm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Well I've moved the blog over to the .com &lt;em&gt;duhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;.I think 2 blogs full of nonsense is too much to handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Who the hell has 2 blogs full of nonsense anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again ......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaythean.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jaythean.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all you who've been frequent visitors to my blog, I thank you for your support thus far and hope that it extends over to my new one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll see you all there mates~!&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/204738394353603439-6767393980215652828?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/6767393980215652828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=6767393980215652828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6767393980215652828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6767393980215652828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/02/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-8452396622399205290</id><published>2008-02-25T05:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:17:26.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come work for the kerajaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think those of us in the government service can soO relate to this .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy goes to the Post Office to apply for a job. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The interviewer asks him, "Have you been in the service?" Yes," he says. "I was in the armed forces for three years." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The interviewer says, "That will give you extra points toward employment"and then asks, "Are you disabled in any way?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guy says, "Yes, 100%. A mortar round exploded near me and blew my testicles off."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The interviewer tells the guy, "OK" I can hire you right now. The hours are from 8:00 AM . till 4:00 PM . You can start tomorrow. Comein at 10:00 AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guy is puzzled and says, "If the hours are from 8:00 AM to 4:00 PM, then why do you want me to come in at 10:00 AM "? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is a government job", the interviewer says. "For the first two hours we stand around scratching our balls. No point in you coming in for that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kanasai ~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*credits to Julie for the forwarded mail*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-8452396622399205290?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/8452396622399205290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=8452396622399205290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8452396622399205290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8452396622399205290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/02/come-work-for-kerajaan.html' title='Come work for the kerajaan'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-1056278771465373418</id><published>2008-02-22T15:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:04:12.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap Goh Meh in KT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was cap goh meh yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course here in KT, the celebrations were in full swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By KT standards, I mean the streets were empty and everybody was at home sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cap goh meh for the uninitiated not only marks the 15th and final day of the lunar year, it's also the day where unmarried couples toss tangerines into the sea hoping that their future spouses will pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who are uninitiated are still uninitiated aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I basically mean is that it's the last day of Chinese New Year Celebrations and the Chinese version of Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What unmarried girls do is they toss mandarin oranges into the sea with their phone numbers and hope that some dude will pick it up and, you know ..... do the normal thing .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... ask the girl to marry him, a total stranger ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's a pretty dangerous thing to do nowadays..... For the guys I mean. What if it's an auntie leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it's the 21st century man. Girls no longer give their phone numbers anymore. They'll be like ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's my e-mail address. Make sure you friendster me. I'll facebook you. I'll We'll hook up on MSN and we'll LOL all night long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, somehow my colleagues knew about this Chinese Valentine's Day thingy. One of them thought it'd be nice to give me 2 oranges. Then they joked that I could toss it from the balcony of my apartment and theyd catch them at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaythean.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/orange1.jpg" target="_blank" mce_href="http://jaythean.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/orange1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaythean.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/orange1.jpg" target="_blank" mce_href="http://jaythean.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/orange1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169710490053778466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R76ATOdEHCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/E4WvdVYigrA/s400/orange1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That was all fine actually. But then one of them thought it'd be funny to give me a banana as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaythean.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/orange2.jpg" target="_blank" mce_href="http://jaythean.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/orange2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaythean.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/orange2.jpg" target="_blank" mce_href="http://jaythean.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/orange2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169710597427960882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R76AZedEHDI/AAAAAAAAAfM/FgW_C0b0mDM/s400/orange2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then, another one of them thought it'd be more funny to arrange them this way on my table ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="orange31.jpg" href="http://jaythean.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/orange31.jpg" mce_href="http://jaythean.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/orange31.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169710747751816258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R76AiOdEHEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kYG6QTWlqZo/s400/orange3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What the hell? You know what happens when there's a banana and 2 oranges arranged on your table that way and your boss comes along and sees it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives you funny looks and thinks you're a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss now gives me funny looks and thinks I'm a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanasai ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-1056278771465373418?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/1056278771465373418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=1056278771465373418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/1056278771465373418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/1056278771465373418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/02/cap-goh-meh-in-kt.html' title='Cap Goh Meh in KT'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R76ATOdEHCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/E4WvdVYigrA/s72-c/orange1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-3165979631060553037</id><published>2008-02-20T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:52:03.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Amusing Directions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everytime I think of this, I feel really tickly all over ......&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;A friend of mine once described how a petrol pump attendant gave him directions to a nearby place. He went like this, and I swear it was something like this ....&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;&lt;em&gt;"Mula-mula, you pergi straight yer. Pergi straight tapi jangan straight sangat. Nanti masuk longkang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kalau jalan tu pusing, you kena ikut pusinglah. Ah. Lepas tu pergi straight lagi. Kalau ada traffic light tu, kena berhenti lah. Kalau traffic light tu hijau tak payahlah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lepas tu you kena pergi straight lagi. Ahhhh you pigi straiiight... ahhhh sampai jalan itu mati. Lepas tu pusing kirilah. Sudah sampai tempat itu"&lt;/em&gt;&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;That's absolutely kanasai man.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-3165979631060553037?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/3165979631060553037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=3165979631060553037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/3165979631060553037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/3165979631060553037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/02/absolutely-lousy-directions.html' title='Absolutely Amusing Directions'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-6194304556647307890</id><published>2008-02-19T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:51:06.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shampoo? For what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chilling with my machas the other day. One of my friends wanted to get shampoo for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he went around asking the people in the shop for shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, the sales people there gave him one hell of a look before pointing out the appropriate aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew all too well why ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like this .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168610497389665298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7qX3OdEHBI/AAAAAAAAAd8/aYekJdKL4L0/s320/Tomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kanasai ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine if he'd been going into barber shops and asking for a haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/204738394353603439-6194304556647307890?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/6194304556647307890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=6194304556647307890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6194304556647307890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6194304556647307890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/02/shampoo-for-what.html' title='Shampoo? For what?'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7qX3OdEHBI/AAAAAAAAAd8/aYekJdKL4L0/s72-c/Tomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-5067433204258407028</id><published>2008-02-16T19:05:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:26:37.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanasai Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m a cat lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All my family members are cat lovers. I don’t know why but somehow, somewhere along the road a few years ago, we took to feeding the stray cats that wondered near our house&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;Since we fed them and they spent the majority of their time hanging around our house, we called them OUR cats. Which is a bloody perasan thing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I come to think of it, I think they were more like ‘part-time’ cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually they’d come only during meal times, meow like nobody’s business, leave a big mess that we’d have to clean up, then walk away as if we owed them a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was of course the occasional tummy rub they allowed us to give them. But then after that we’d be inclined to feed them even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, they were actually fooling us all along man~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanasai …..&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;Yup. I’m a cat lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just not so sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one they’re like the most unfriendly creatures on planet earth.&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167532847145425730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bDvudEG0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/FEosxci4rUA/s320/Cat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean …take a look at my neighbour’s puppies.&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533646009342930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bEeOdEG9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/17LfvSc6dAY/s320/Dog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167536313184033778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bG5edEG_I/AAAAAAAAAds/V9eDIfwyKH8/s320/Dog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adorable little buggers aren’t they ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you think back about those cats……. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533461325749170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bETedEG7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/SdHQZ2AyGLM/s320/Cat9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Makes me wonder why I like cats in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why there was even a time when we were feeding around 7-8 cats, which we ever so perasan-ly called ours. It was a joy seeing them all lapping up their food eagerly. They’d definitely be grateful and come snuggle up to us after that. You watch and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course after each meal they’d all disappear…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….Makes me feel abit stupid now actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you people who actually think you own a cat, think again man. THEY actually OWN YOU.~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think they’re actually submitting to you when they allow you to tummy rub them? It’s all part of a cleverly derived scheme to lull you into a fall sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think they bother when you try to taking nice pictures of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, taking a decent and nice picture of my cats has been thus far bordering on the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re either busy ignoring you …..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167532958814575442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bD2OdEG1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/heU3N1c43vk/s320/Cat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533053303855970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bD7udEG2I/AAAAAAAAAck/kidSrOO9Des/s320/Cat4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or they’re hissing at you just for being a human ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533122023332722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bD_udEG3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/sXyi53A01Qs/s320/Cat5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or they’re sleeping…….. In really really funny places ….. like this cat of mine ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533203627711362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bEEedEG4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/vpAYQeUcn1Q/s320/Cat6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533272347188114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bEIedEG5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/68PjW2bJKSs/s320/Cat7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533388311305122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bEPOdEG6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/SNmOBCqQB6s/s320/Cat8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your guess is as good as mine. I don’t know how the heck he got up there. Apparently he’s been sleeping there quite often according to my dad …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think cats in general just don’t like humans. Heck I think they don’t even like each other ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bEXudEG8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/Fj2POoZ80LE/s1600-h/Cat10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533534340193218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bEXudEG8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/Fj2POoZ80LE/s320/Cat10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Trust me, they’ve got us all fooled I tell you…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if they had just one message to all humans, it’d be this…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE DON’T LIKE YOU. IF WE HAD OUR WAY, WE’D BE THE OWNERS AND YOU’D BE THE PETS~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….. Erhmm ….. maybe I’ll adopt the neighbour’s dog after all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanasai…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have time, do check out these 2 websites. Guaranteed to make your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.icanhascheezburger.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lolcats.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.lolcats.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/204738394353603439-5067433204258407028?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/5067433204258407028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=5067433204258407028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/5067433204258407028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/5067433204258407028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-cat-lover.html' title='Kanasai Cats'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7bDvudEG0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/FEosxci4rUA/s72-c/Cat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-6235831744246932473</id><published>2008-02-12T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:57:52.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Management Books You'll Probably Never See In Bookstores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was hanging out with my buddy at the Times Bookstore that day. We were going through the Financial Management section when we suddenly thought of this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Financial Books You'll Probably Never See In Bookstores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166105998880152354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7GyCOdEGyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/k9CBUygi0_M/s320/Book5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166106922298121010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7Gy3-dEGzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6T169pkjNoU/s320/Book4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166104749044669154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7Gw5edEGuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/qxuajgpLGv8/s320/Book2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166104383972448978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7GwkOdEGtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/OFLdqBZsOdk/s320/Book1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166104809174211314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7Gw8-dEGvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/VyDAD_A1PzU/s320/Book3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kanasai~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-6235831744246932473?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/6235831744246932473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=6235831744246932473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6235831744246932473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6235831744246932473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/02/financial-management-books-that-youll.html' title='Financial Management Books You&apos;ll Probably Never See In Bookstores'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7GyCOdEGyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/k9CBUygi0_M/s72-c/Book5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-8649110586902285756</id><published>2008-02-11T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:09:54.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Angpaus and more ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just came back from Penang from a rather nice and laid back Chinese New Year. It was as always, all about the food, the angpaus and of course the meeting up with old relatives you seldom see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must really say that the whole novelty of getting angpaus as the years pass is really starting to wear thin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For one, it seems really paiseh and awkward for a working and grown up adult like me to still be receiving money for no apparent reason. Then there's also the underlying guilt that I probably should be the one giving out the angpaus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I did what was right this year. I refused ALL angpaus that were given to me and actually gave out some angpaus to the little ones.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165725855619750530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7BYS-dEGoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qRC3TlHLGx4/s320/Blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah rightlar~! I refused my angpaus all right.... I refused them in this manner ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Angpau giver &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Here you go young man ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thick skinned me&lt;/span&gt; : Angpau ar? Oh no need lar this year... working ready mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (while taking angpau and pocketing it) . But I paiseh refuseleh. Thank you ar auntie. (while patting the angpau in my pocket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn I'm shameless aren't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh kanasai .... it's impolite to refuse money lehhh ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, another thing I noticed is that somehow when you're visiting relatives you see like once or twice a year, conversations can be quite a test on the nerves. I mean, it feels like you' re having the same conversation over and over again sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;: Hello auntie, Kiong Hee Fatt Chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kanasai auntie&lt;/span&gt; : Same to you. So what are you working as now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a..............&lt;/span&gt;: Me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*never mind the fact that I just told her a few months ago at our cousin's wedding. And never mind the fact that I just mailed her some Neurobion a few weeks back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;: Oh I'm a pharmacist auntie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kanasai auntie&lt;/span&gt; : OhHHH ..... You'r e a PHARMACEE ar? I see I see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kanasai .... I get that all the time man. Understandable that perhaps they're not so well informed in the English language, but then I get that from nurses and some times even doctors man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See here. THIS is a pharmacy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165727294433794706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7BZmudEGpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/IXIvatbNyiM/s400/Blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS here is NOT a pharmacy. This is a &lt;em&gt;pharmacist&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165727792650001058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7BaDudEGqI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jGxNsHallA4/s320/Me4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A rather retarded looking one at that ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God forgive me should I sound really impatient, but then if someone kept calling you a pharmacy, year in year out, day in day out, wouldn't you get pissed off also ar?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How'd you like it if I talked to you lecturers and go ..... &lt;strong&gt;Oh so you're a lecture ar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How about you biologists? ...... &lt;strong&gt;Oh you're a biology ar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then those poor rubbishmen? ..... &lt;strong&gt;Oh so you're a rubbish is it ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kanasai......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, having said that, they usually go saying the word PHARMACEE like it's the most complicated word in the whole freaking world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..................&lt;/span&gt;: No no auntie, I'm a pharma-CIST. Pharmacy is where you go buy panadol when you're having a fever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kanasai auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;: Huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Kanasai me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;: Never mind ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kanasai auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;: Oh ic ic, so you're a pharmaceelar. Actually ar, what is a pharmacee ar ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Very-kanasai me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: Auntie, a pharmacy is where you go buy ubat when you're sick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kanasai Auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;: But you say you are a pharmacee?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Really-kanasai me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: *with great restraint* No auntie, I'm the person who works in the pharmacy . I'm a pharma-CIST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kanasai Auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;: Yeahlar. I heard yoular. You're a PHARMACEE mar. So what do you do ar ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Too kanasai me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;: Excuse me ar auntie, let me go to the kitchen so that I can bang my head on the wall again and again until I start bleeding...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Equally testing in the nerves department is when you finally explain to them the whole concept of the pharmacy thingy, then they talk to you like you're supposed to know everything in the bloody world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Same kanasai auntie&lt;/span&gt; : Oh so you like doctor wan lar ? Give medicine one lar?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Me&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....................&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Erhm, no auntie, I only give medicine. The doctor is the one who asks me to give medicine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kanasai auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;: Oh so you not doctorlar. Then how come you don become doctor wor? Same same what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Kanasai me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;: *with a little restraint* No auntie, it's a different type of job. I just give the medicines, but it's also in the medical line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kanasai auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;: I see I see, ohhh .... Then you sure know this lor. Eh your uncle ar, he just went to Institut Jantung Negara leh, the doctor said he go for bypass but then the heart ar not so strong ready one leh. They say his left heart the pump going to collapse liaow. So hor what other test must do to confirm this ar?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......................&lt;/span&gt;: Erhmm … I'm not so sure bout that auntie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kanasai auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;: Huh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then she looks at me like that was the biggest sin I've ever committed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Kanasai auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;: You don't know ar? But you're a PHARMACEE worrr....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At which point I thank God I was holding some cookies in my hand, otherwise she'd been strangled by a pharmacee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chinese New Year I noticed one thing. Angpaus are getting bigger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165737954542623410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7BjTOdEGrI/AAAAAAAAAbM/iLKPHbMmSJ0/s320/Blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The food spread is expanding every year ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165738044736936642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7BjYedEGsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3rvR1oO014A/s320/Blog4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But my dear old granny is shrinking in size with each passing year. But my granny here is no pushover I tell you. She's the first grandmother I know who's pushing 80 and still does the garden every morning, sweeps the floor, does the cooking. And check this out.. she's so healthy she eats burgers, fries and various other oily stuff quite frequently .... and she's not on any medication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Salute to you grandma ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's to a healthy and prosperous 2008 ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/204738394353603439-8649110586902285756?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/8649110586902285756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=8649110586902285756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8649110586902285756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8649110586902285756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-came-back-from-penang-from-rather.html' title='Of Angpaus and more ...'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R7BYS-dEGoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qRC3TlHLGx4/s72-c/Blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-8327086428177097138</id><published>2008-02-04T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:26:38.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kong Hei Fatt Choy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will be going back to KL for one and a half weeks during Chinese New Year. Imagine that. A whole one and a half weeks. Imagine the things I'll miss here in KT .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162948741754873506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6Z6hrHZZqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Oq4wJmn81fw/s320/Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The happening and bustling bandaraya life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162948977978074818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6Z6vbHZZsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/nZMIEHReXrU/s320/Blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The cheerful and sunny weather ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162949149776766690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6Z65bHZZuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/MROrV-vaRMk/s320/Blog4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The precise and immaculate spelling of English words ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162948887783761586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6Z6qLHZZrI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PeMPxakKmHU/s320/Blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wonderfully exciting job that I love so much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162957469128419074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6aCdrHZZwI/AAAAAAAAAak/zaoJxb4vUdw/s320/Blog6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our fully furnished kitchen with cabinets stocked with lots and lots of food .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6Z_y7HZZvI/AAAAAAAAAac/iE-dwb71nEg/s1600-h/Blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162954535665755890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6Z_y7HZZvI/AAAAAAAAAac/iE-dwb71nEg/s320/Blog5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The efficient traffic-jam-creating traffic policemen..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The .....*blink*blink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can tell that I'm lying again can't you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162970744872331026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6aOibHZZxI/AAAAAAAAAas/wA0giLppnHM/s400/Rat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, a &lt;strong&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt; to all of you~! I have absolutely no idea what those Chinese words mean. &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;See you guys in a week .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-8327086428177097138?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/8327086428177097138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=8327086428177097138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8327086428177097138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8327086428177097138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/02/kong-hei-fatt-choy.html' title='Kong Hei Fatt Choy'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6Z6hrHZZqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Oq4wJmn81fw/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-8699903567629439017</id><published>2008-02-01T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:30:30.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dowan dowan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got off work yesterday and came across a car with this on its rear windscreen ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161873604066502258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6KosbHZZnI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KKjy9HA2pIg/s320/TakNak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161873797340030594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6Ko3rHZZoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Pp5yfr5srxk/s320/TakNak2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first thing I thought was like ...... cool ..... Theresa Kok, you go girl you go~! You .... erhmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I remembered which state I was in ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh shit ....... Hoo boy ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/204738394353603439-8699903567629439017?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/8699903567629439017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=8699903567629439017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8699903567629439017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8699903567629439017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/02/dowan-dowan.html' title='Dowan dowan'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6KosbHZZnI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KKjy9HA2pIg/s72-c/TakNak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-2779874256890726506</id><published>2008-01-30T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:56:54.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Dumb Emails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6CXrbHZZlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MHKAs8fHBvg/s1600-h/sleeping5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever gotten one of these emails ? Emails like this ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161101317407073698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5_qTbHZZaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/jQ6fzBZ08zg/s400/sleep-types.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" What your sleeping position says about you ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foetus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who curl up in the foetus position are described as tough on the outside but sensitive at heart. They may be shy when they first meet somebody, but soon relax. This is the most common sleeping position, adopted by 41% of the 1,000 people who took part in the survey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Log&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on your side with both arms down by your side. These sleepers are easy going, social people who like being part of the in-crowd, and who are trusting of strangers. However, they may be gullible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yearner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who sleep on their side with both arms out in front are said to have an open nature, but can be suspicious, cynical. They are slow to make up their minds... and their mothers are so fat, they have to buy 2 air plane tickets ... Are you still reading this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soldier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada yada .... Polly wants a cracker, your mother's so fat even her clothes have stretch marks, your mother's so fat she needs a watch on both arms cause she covers 2 time zones ... Can't believe you're still reading this ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freefall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on your front with your hands around the pillow, and ...... yada yada ..... ZZZZZzzzzzzzz "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a load of horse shit&lt;strong&gt; .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those people who do these surveys clearly have too much time on their hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean .... does this mean that there are only 6 positions that people sleep in every night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What about those people who sleep like this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161277935052219954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6CK77HZZjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7A3GIYD-NMM/s320/Sleep1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Retarded Puppy position"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This kind of sleeper requires a lot of attention and are sometimes regarded as social retards"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161278132620715586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6CLHbHZZkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/yFYTErZVPjs/s320/Sleep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The Oxygenless Zen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"This kind of sleeper requires no oxygen while sleeping. Nobody knows how they've survived until today ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean it's bloody ridiculous to say that if you sleep &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; way, you're &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; kind of person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And let's not even begin to talk about those couple sleeping positions. I won't even bother copying and pasting the descriptions for these ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161116444281890226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5_4D7HZZbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/lkPSbYV89K0/s400/Sleeper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Firstly, how does sleeping positions with somebody determine the state of the relationship?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161118072074495426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5_5irHZZcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dpy6QdCdrDI/s320/sleeping2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Look at this position above, if me and my future wife slept that way, we'd both in trouble I tell you... We'd both suffocate one day. And what about morning breath man ? Nothing stops romance more effectively than morning breath. Mannn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161118467211486674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5_55rHZZdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/OxQESf0PicI/s320/sleeping6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sleeping this way .... wouldn't it be more practical then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161120726364284418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5_79LHZZgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/yZzGFIIlrWU/s400/sleeping10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And what's with the depressing analysis for this manlah? The poor dude probably fell off and was climbing back onto the bed. And you go tell the poor wife that her husband's going to leave her. Kanasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now look here, the way I sleep with my future wife does NOT determine my love for her. My leg crosses boundaries when I sleep I tell you. And I reckon it's probably not going to change when I marry my future wife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey dear .... why are you pouting? Hey you're leaving ? .... Oh come on now ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoops .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, so if I were to go for one of these dumbass studies, there'd probably be a category called this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161293409819387490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6CZArHZZmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/H7pfwMin7l8/s320/sleeping5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The kicker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This type of couple will not last long. The husband feels terribly insecure and feels prompted to display his utmost dissatisfaction in the relationship only through his sleep. Note the precise place in which his legs are positioned, no doubt a sign of underlying violence and abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll give the dude who does the study a kick all right ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A whole load of kanasai ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Same way why I never read horrorscopes and zodiacs and whatever it is they put in the newspapers and magazines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So if I were to classify myself under the modern zodiac, I'd have like a whole set of traits that define my personality. Oh wait, I was born in the year of the dog, so that's a &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; set of traits altogether. I'm confused .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So similarly, if there are 12 zodiacs does that mean that there are only 12 types of characters of people in this entire world? You'd think the good Lord up there would've used his noggin more and been more creative ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's the description for my zodiac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ARIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People who were born in this section of the year have unusually strong will power and great obstinacy of purpose. They are usually born to be fighters in every sense of the world: they have also the greatest ability as organizers on a large scale. They find themselves as the organizers of big schemes or as the heads of big businesses, and also in the organization and development of countries. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They seem naturally to resent all criticism, and the only way to offset this in them is by quiet logic, reason, and proof. These people are usually independent in everything they do. It is really important for them to do everything in their own way, and if they are intervene with other people they generally loose the shapes of the main purpose, step back and let the other person take their place. As a rule they are unhappy in their domestic life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet these people, be they men or women, deeply, fervently and strongly desire for affection and sympathy, more than anything else, and this is generally the rock on which they are finally wrecked if they have not the good fortune to meet their right affinities. As far as material success or power is concerned, there are no heights to which persons born in this sign wouldn’t be able to. Success, however, is not making them feel really happy and satisfied. They are inclined to lack caution, being by nature impulsive and quick in thought and action. They are and inclined to mike enemies very easily. They are enormously ambitious, as a rule they succeed in life and gain money and position. The lower type of this sign will stick at nothing to accomplish their purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only thing I find even remotely interesting about zodiacs is the nice pictures and paintings people have come up with ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161162507806139922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6Ah9LHZZhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/gakj-kgYIV4/s320/Aries2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Like this one.... pretty nice though the muscle man looks quite gross and a bit gay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161163568663062050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R6Ai67HZZiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/npUQ6af_Jvk/s320/Aries4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There you go. That's pretty decent. Nothing more decent than a picture of 2 girls and an animal ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the motherload is probably those e-mails that go something like this ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horoscope Test...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are honest this tells the truth - it's pretty good Write your answers on a piece of paper. No cheating !! The answers are at the bottom of this page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Write the name of a person of the opposite sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Which is your favorite color out of red, black, blue, green, yellow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Your first initial? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Your month of birth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Which color do you like more, black or white? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Name of a person of the same sex as yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Your favorite number? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Do you like Sydney or Brisbane more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Do you like a lake or the ocean more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Write down a wish (a realistic one). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you're done, scroll down. (Don't cheat) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;ZZzzzZZzzZZZzzzZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ZzzZzZZzzzZzzzZZZZZzzZzZZzzZz&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. You are completely in love with this person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. If you choose: Red - You are alert and your life is full of love. Black - you are conservative and aggressive. Green - your soul is relaxed and you are laid back Blue - you are spontaneous and love kisses and affection from the ones you love. Yellow- you are a very happy person and give good advice to those who are down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. If your initial is: A-K You have a lot of love to give in friendships in your life. L-R You try &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to enjoy your life to the maximum and your love life is soon to blossom. S-Z You like to help others and your future love life looks very good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. If you were born in: Jan-Mar: The year will go very well for you and you will discover that you fall in love with someone totally unexpected. April-June: You will have a strong love relationship that will last long and the memories will last forever. July-Sep: You will have a great year and will experience a major life-changing experience for the good. Oct-Dec: Your love life will not be too great, but eventually you will find your soul mate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. If you chose..... Black: Your life will take on a different direction, it will be the best thing for you, and you will be glad for the change. White: You will have a friend who completely confides in you and would do anything for you, but you may not realize it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. This person is your best friend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. This is how many close friends you have in your lifetime.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. If you chose: Sydney: You like adventure. Brisbane: You are a laid back person. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. If you chose: Lake: You are loyal to your friends and your lover and are very reserved. Ocean: You are spontaneous and like to please people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. This wish will come true only if you send this to five people in one hour. Send it to ten people, and it will come true before your next birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even the first question and answer's got me sniggering already. So what happens if you were just thinking of your Auntie Barbara who bought you char kuey teow an hour ago and wrote that down? So? You in love with your auntie is it ? Kanasai lar ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how about question 3? Oh mum, why in the world did you name me Jason? Now I'm forever doomed to &lt;em&gt;'have a lot to give in friendships in life'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there really people who believe all this baloney ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh come &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; ... grow up already~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kanasai~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/204738394353603439-2779874256890726506?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/2779874256890726506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=2779874256890726506&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/2779874256890726506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/2779874256890726506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/01/those-dumb-emails.html' title='Those Dumb Emails'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5_qTbHZZaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/jQ6fzBZ08zg/s72-c/sleep-types.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-2315583155924381670</id><published>2008-01-27T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:17:02.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Koda Kimble's Applied Therapeutics is absolutely useful I tell you ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160155024442615122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5yNp7HZZVI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZsllL12o7nM/s320/Book1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160155110341961058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5yNu7HZZWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/4r-S_0RJdLY/s320/Book2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's useful when you need specific information at your hand ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Good whenever you need to look up that elusive piece of info at the tip of your tongue that you find difficult to spit out ........ *PTUI*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Imperative whenever any other book fails you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Also useful when you have nothing else to do with your life and want to just read up on things you know you'll forget 1 month later ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But most of all ...... it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;especially useful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160155252075881842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5yN3LHZZXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5LOdp5HRhIA/s400/Book3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160155750292088210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5yOULHZZZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/HdWpNZQXSqo/s400/Book4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.....when you need it to prop up your rickety bed .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-2315583155924381670?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/2315583155924381670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=2315583155924381670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/2315583155924381670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/2315583155924381670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-wonderful-book.html' title='What a wonderful book'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5yNp7HZZVI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZsllL12o7nM/s72-c/Book1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-8464805888972780372</id><published>2008-01-24T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:09:09.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Phone Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awhile back my friend went along on a raid of a place here in KT. Many things were confiscated, medicines, sex toys, and among others, handphones. We were pretty surprised to find that there was a pretty good phone in the haul ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158989404678218962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5hph7HZZNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/plcxK9fDteQ/s400/Nokia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pretty impressive N73 we had to admit ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158989520642335970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5hporHZZOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ckVfA45Pgj0/s400/Nokia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Check out the sleek design man .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158989636606452978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5hpvbHZZPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_Gh-HEoyYeE/s400/Nokia3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Camera no less ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158989713915864322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5hpz7HZZQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DM1Mm9hPnKw/s400/Nokia4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Presence of a second camera ... so it's bound to be 3G ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158989816995079442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5hp57HZZRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ldqz9BXM3PE/s400/Nokia5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Darn ..... you've just got to have it ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158989932959196450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5hqArHZZSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/WPdujGOTTpY/s400/Nokia6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158990057513248050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5hqH7HZZTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZVuQrWGvEr0/s400/Nokia7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup ....... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gotta have your&lt;/span&gt; NOKLA ~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I imagine the company's logo would look something like this ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159276244069082434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5luaLHZZUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/fafIbe2UAD4/s400/Nokla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kanasai~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-8464805888972780372?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/8464805888972780372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=8464805888972780372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8464805888972780372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8464805888972780372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-phone-man.html' title='Good Phone Man'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5hph7HZZNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/plcxK9fDteQ/s72-c/Nokia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-6926987349067461247</id><published>2008-01-22T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:53:35.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Theater + Live + Up Close = Totally Insane~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just got back from Singapore after catching Dream Theater live. And all I have to say is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH MY GAWD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158221197288461714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5Wu2XlE1ZI/AAAAAAAAARg/SSM9YFX3A2k/s400/Dream1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From left : Jordan Rudess, John Myung, Mike Portnoy, James La Brie, John Petrucci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158221712684537250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5WvUXlE1aI/AAAAAAAAARo/cGCBGi1uczM/s400/Dream2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To have all that sheer musical brilliance under one roof at one particular time was nothing short of mind blowing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The highlight of course was when Petrucci launched into one of his solo rips and brought the house down.... and he did it over and over again .... Holy kanasai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158221863008392626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5WvdHlE1bI/AAAAAAAAARw/Jgm5e5RQQ0o/s400/Dream3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr John Petrucci himself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While he was up there shredding the frets off the poor guitar, I thought I almost heard this in the background .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158222142181266882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5WvtXlE1cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/fBrB1lYmvys/s400/Dream4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okay sorry .... that was pretty silly. Besides, you'd probably not get it unless you're a DOTA fan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what's probably more silly is this ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158222369814533586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5Wv6nlE1dI/AAAAAAAAASA/yRVHoXzwPjM/s400/Sing13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When me and my buddy were at Harbour Front and walking towards the MRT, we came across these &lt;em&gt;(yeeek) &lt;/em&gt;ghastly pink Hello Kitty custom painted &lt;em&gt;(ughh) &lt;/em&gt;guitars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kanasai nyerr ...&lt;/p&gt;But that wasn't as bad as when I started thinking of the concert and John Petrucci in all his glory .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158310562672989922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5YAIHlE1uI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4yC4P3zYaVw/s400/Petrucci.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;......only to have this horiffic image suddenly pop up in my mind ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158309244118030034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5X-7XlE1tI/AAAAAAAAAUA/1UwsCwEGlTo/s400/Petrucci3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A very gay John Petrucci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy cripes...... No no no ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Please give me a moment ....... to recover from a picture that will undoubtedly traumatize me for years to come.... *choke*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.... Tell me that won't&lt;/span&gt; make any &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guitarist want to burn his guitar and take up the flute ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, we noticed many things about Singapore ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158283650407913074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5XnpnlE1nI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9398paDKRQ4/s400/Sing2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158321385990575858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5YJ-HlE1vI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dcO2uPCe3AU/s400/Sing16.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like the fact that the elevators in the their MRT stations seem like they lead you straight to your maker ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not only that but the elevators move much quicker than they do in Malaysia. So overall it feels like you're going to meet your maker really quickly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was however amazed at the full reception I got down there in the MRT stations (which was probably like 3 levels underground) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158284333307713154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5XoRXlE1oI/AAAAAAAAATY/I7CQizixx2Y/s400/Sing3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See the full bars?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heck, in Malaysia, the only time you ever get full reception is when you're &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;making a call .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158283470019286626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5XnfHlE1mI/AAAAAAAAATI/jM4BYT3CAp0/s400/Sing1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See this sign? Apparently durians aren't particularly favoured in Singapore. Got me pretty tickled actually .... but not as tickled as when I saw this ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158479913233471250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5aaJnlE1xI/AAAAAAAAAUg/CfV6Knv99aI/s400/Sing15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy cow. They either wanted a really really happy name for their flower shop, or the dude's name is Gay Wah. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;f it is, he probably got teased a lot when he was in like ... primary and secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I thought Chow Hee (my Chinese name) was a bad name ........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This one's even better. Took a stroll along the Esplanade. There were a few art pieces tacked up along the walkway that looked like these ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158483143998137426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5adFrHZZFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8QFtnbRhhp4/s400/Sing16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158483500480423010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5adabHZZGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/0dI6rxxUnac/s400/Sing17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158483766768395378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5adp7HZZHI/AAAAAAAAAU4/r7SEJUgA5kA/s400/Sing19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*blink*blink* ...... Then in one of the shops they were selling things like this ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158486687346156674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5agT7HZZII/AAAAAAAAAVA/8DX0187JvI0/s400/Pic0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WTF man ..... ? What's with the arse fetish lar ? Bloody crazy Singaporea..... oops.... I mean .... Bloody kanasai~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Posh cars are abundant over there. I think I saw more nice and posh cars in 1 day over there than I do in 1 week in KL, and in 1 month in KT. Walking towards some food stalls for dinner, there was a Lamborghini parked along the road..... like it was a normal, everyday thing to hop into a Lamborghini and drive out for dinner at the stalls .... Mann...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158477529526621954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5aX-3lE1wI/AAAAAAAAAUY/xXZ8ILshs2E/s400/Sing14.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Speaking of parking, also worth noting are the strange parking habits of Singaporeans.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158282593845958178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5XmsHlE1iI/AAAAAAAAASo/nchUlor4pvg/s400/Sing7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;They park funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158282804299355698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5Xm4XlE1jI/AAAAAAAAASw/gybz0_p1-iA/s400/Sing8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parking with an attitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158282980393014850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5XnCnlE1kI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nzU2zFz2vcI/s400/Sing9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See, apparently their curbs are built really low so that when you park, all you have to do is just back in, close your eyes and edge in until you feel a bump, and watta ...... you're parked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But of course if you do that all the time you're bound to end up in trouble some time or other ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158283173666543186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5XnN3lE1lI/AAAAAAAAATA/YROU3wu8SXM/s400/Sing10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...... like this dude ...... He was probably like .... &lt;em&gt;"Close my eyes, back in, feel the bump, back in, feel the bump .... *BANG* ...... Oh I hit a tree instead? That'll do"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kanasai ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158282160054261250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5XmS3lE1gI/AAAAAAAAASY/7V3j4kYB3uw/s400/Sing11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saw this on the road while we emerged from the MRT station. Shittiness. You mean when I walk, people get killed? So is it an offence for people called Jay to walk in this country? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muahahahahaha ..... *snort*snort* ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huh? Okay .....I know I know ..... lame. I'm sorry again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, one thing that really hit us was when we were at the customs checkpoints.... And this was apparent during our trip back to Malaysia.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good ol customs people over at Singapore exercised the highest levels of caution and professionalism. They were serious, courteous, thorough in checking our luggage, and even more thorough in checking our faces. Heck, the customs officers were even carrying guns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then when we came over to Malaysia .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158296303381567170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5XzKHlE1sI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Sm3Mn0pss6s/s400/Sing15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were greeted to this. &lt;em&gt;Nobody&lt;/em&gt; checked our bags. Wait ... there was &lt;em&gt;somebody &lt;/em&gt;sitting there but she looked like her grandmother just dieded and she hadn't gotten her pay for the past 5 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The people didn't so much as look at our faces. The officers at the counter were chatting and joking with each other. And what were they chatting about? When they were going for lunch .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158490754680186002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5akArHZZJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/d3JLEv7ziXw/s400/Sing21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pemeriksaan my ass~! Might as well just call it :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LALUAN IMIGRESEN : Semua Dibenarkan Lalu Tanpa Halangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kanasai~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5XpDHlE1qI/AAAAAAAAATo/5CaglCBMtEk/s1600-h/Sing4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-6926987349067461247?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/6926987349067461247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=6926987349067461247&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6926987349067461247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6926987349067461247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-theater-live-up-close-totally.html' title='Dream Theater + Live + Up Close = Totally Insane~!'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R5Wu2XlE1ZI/AAAAAAAAARg/SSM9YFX3A2k/s72-c/Dream1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-5316378204498193336</id><published>2008-01-16T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:53:42.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleh wat ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh Oh Oh .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really must tell you all this. Quite awhile back, my housemate who was working in the out patient department came across this patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was all airy and haughty and tried her best to come across as being sophisticated and all. According to him, apart from trying to look the part, she also tried to sound the part by using bombastic English words with a foreign accent to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than a cough, she was collecting medicine for various other ailments. And to add to the overall snooty demure of hers, she went on to explain for herself what each medication was indicated for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to the cough medicine she said this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And this ... this one is for the fleh-germ right?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;....... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She was talking about Bromhexine for getting rid of &lt;em&gt;phlegm &lt;/em&gt;.....&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;Haiyoorrr ..... Kanasai lar I tell you .....&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-5316378204498193336?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/5316378204498193336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=5316378204498193336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/5316378204498193336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/5316378204498193336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/01/fleh-wat.html' title='Fleh wat ?'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-444929066388349147</id><published>2008-01-13T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:54:26.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Quaint Little Indian Barber Shops</title><content type='html'>&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="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went for a hair cut the other day. At one of those typical Indian barber shops you find along the road. I suddenly missed my childhood days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You see, growing up, I used to hate barbers. Especially those Indian ones who always carry those shaver-machine thingies. I used to think those were torture devices from back in the 18th century. They look something like this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154996651806741618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R4o6JHlE1HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZG4uVwXMhNI/s320/Razor1.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Authentic Indian shaver device used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;inflict incredible pain on people in the 18th Century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so I'm lying, the picture isn't authentic. I got it on Google images. But you get my drift....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway I really hated it cause the barber I used to go to as a kid had a particlarly old and noisy one that would vibrate so badly whenever he shaved the edges of my hair, I was quite sure I'd eventually develop seizures in the later part of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank God I didn't ..... cause I don't think moving and jerking around in an incoherent manner while dancing counts ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And those blades man. Here, I must explain to you that I was really tickly as a kid. As in really really touch-my-armpit-with-a-feather-and-I-get-giggly kind of tickly. In fact I used to just imagine that someone was tickling my armpits and I'd get all giggly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No ....... I wasn't on schizophrenia medication as a kid ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Stop looking at me like that please ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know the last part of the hair cut where the dude would hold your head down and shave off those bits at the end of your hair, boy was that a nightmare for me. The dude would scrape like ... &lt;em&gt;the most &lt;/em&gt;sensitive area ... behind the neck. Hell I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had to grit my teeth everytime that part came. Sometimes I couldn't control it and red sores would appear after the cut. And I still remember this particular incident where this mother was telling her son this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"See .... you shake shake alound somemorelar. Naughty somemorelar. Aftards uncer cut off your head then you noe. Like that ko ko therelor. He so veli naughty one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eh hello auntie kanasai you ...... that ko ko thinks you have no manners leh ..... Oh and by the way go take some English lessons man ... call 1-800-YOU-BIATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The thing I really admire about those Indian barbers is the amount of quality control and consistency in ALL of their works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In other words ar, I'm trying to say that they usually have like ... only 1 style that they know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You could tell them &lt;strong&gt;potong pendek, tapi atas ini tinggal panjang sikit. &lt;/strong&gt;You'd probably end up with this ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154990402629325890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R4o0dXlE1EI/AAAAAAAAANg/K_vf2SFhKm4/s320/Me1.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You could tell them &lt;strong&gt;potong tepi sahaja, lain-lain kemaskan. &lt;/strong&gt;You'd still probably end up with this ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155006358432830594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R4pC-HlE1II/AAAAAAAAAOA/4Ft8iXzkNXA/s320/Me2.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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;Heck you could even tell them &lt;strong&gt;Eh boss, tak mahulah, tak mahu potong. Thank you. &lt;/strong&gt;And the guy would probably grab you, tie you up in the chair, give you the hair cut of your life so that you'd &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; look like this ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155006839469167762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R4pDaHlE1JI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ApCMxT0CFFk/s320/Me3.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's pretty kanasai man ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;The thing with these Indian barbers is that they don't stop. Once they're on a roll, they just go snip snip and slash and snip. It's like they're in a trance-like state or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155154174027289762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R4rJaHlE1KI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/js2vy2WWjFQ/s320/Barber2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... Like that Heroes dude who can paint the future ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once when i wanted to have rather short hair so that I could gel it up and make it stand. The dude got all excited and just couldn't stop snipping away. I think if I hadn't stopped him I'd be quite hairless at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And even when I did tell him to stop (in the most polite way imaginable) he looked at me like I'd just killed Uncle Maniam or something. I think to them it's like a fine art that they strive to maintain. &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whatever it is, me being a non-metrosexual male...... I'll probably not switch to those snazzy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hair saloons anytime soon ..... After all, who else can give you a simple hair cut for less than 10 bucks ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;To the Indian barber in Mega Mendung whose shop I've gone to since I was a kid .... cheers to you man ... here's to many more years down the road ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-444929066388349147?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/444929066388349147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=444929066388349147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/444929066388349147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/444929066388349147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/01/those-quaint-little-indian-barber-shops.html' title='Those Quaint Little Indian Barber Shops'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R4o6JHlE1HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZG4uVwXMhNI/s72-c/Razor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-1139990044306742496</id><published>2008-01-08T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:28:01.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy cow can wan ar ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I moseyed my way to my housemate's room after dinner today. That's what we normally do here in KT. We visit each other in our house. Quite often actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he taught me what was probably the most valuable thing in a blogger's book....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He taught me how to embed a YouTube video~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy of the holiest of Kanasai ~! I didn't know that was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I really must apologise for the previous postings where I tackily put links to videos that would appear in a new window and slow down your internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can actually make you slow down your internet connection &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; you having to open a new window~! Woohoo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're like .... free or something, maybe you can check back my previous postings with all the music youtube links and perhaps listen to those songs for real. *ahem* ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....that's if you're freelar ... but if not free also, can check mar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Erhmmm ...... pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway how's this if you're really bored like me .... To spice up your blog reading experience try these things :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try click on the play button on 2 or 3 or even more songs at once. You'll get like a hybrid of songs or something ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try clicking on ALL the songs at once ..... promises to disconnect your internet connection or bring it to a halt .... or even quite possibly crash your computer. Damages you in more ways than one but what the heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weeee ...... fun for you and for me and for your auntie~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KL ..... I'm coming back to you real soon this weekend ..... I promise I'll behave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/204738394353603439-1139990044306742496?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/1139990044306742496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=1139990044306742496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/1139990044306742496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/1139990044306742496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/01/holy-cow-can-wan-ar.html' title='Holy cow can wan ar ?'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-7494248155094221403</id><published>2008-01-05T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:48:21.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a picture of Jolin ....... Look at Jolin. She's all sassy and pretty. She's tacked up on the door....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151987451690275858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3-JSnlE1BI/AAAAAAAAANI/BqlK20rzk_4/s320/Jolin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..... Ahhhh .... but which door you may ask. She's tacked up on the door ......&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151987662143673378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3-Je3lE1CI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9-RNe76Q454/s320/Jolin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... Of our bathroom.&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151987846827267122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3-JpnlE1DI/AAAAAAAAANY/m8UV4gfUKio/s320/Jolin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh dear Lord ..... it's a Saturday evening in KT. I am so bored .... I am so so bored ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-7494248155094221403?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/7494248155094221403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=7494248155094221403&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/7494248155094221403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/7494248155094221403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/01/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3-JSnlE1BI/AAAAAAAAANI/BqlK20rzk_4/s72-c/Jolin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-5945734778112370608</id><published>2008-01-03T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:33:57.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Traffic Police - Unbelievably Fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was in a rush yesterday. The mechanic had already done up my car nice and good and I had to get to the workshop before 6pm. A friend of mine was nice enough to give me a ride.&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;So ar, we made our way towards Chendering (for the uninitiated, it's like going from OUG to Taman Desa, or from Cheras to Taman Tasik Permaisuri, or from GH to the end of Tasik Titiwangsa, or from your house to your grandmother's house 2 taman's away .... aiyar you get my drift ar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...That's like a 10 minute drive away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then when we came out of my office ar ..... si pek kanasai leh .... &lt;strong&gt;jam wor&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course the first thing that came into our minds was ..... bandaraya redileh .... so must have bandaraya-type traffic. &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;Maybe everyone wanted to feel like they were driving in a Bandaraya all at once .... so they all came out and started driving around town for no reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we chugged along at a snail's pace. Then horrors~! Far up ahead in the distance ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We saw traffic policemen who came to screw up the traffic ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151144628782945266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3yKv3lE0_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Qs-Ws95amVo/s320/Trafik2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really must say that WITHOUT the policemen and with the traffic lights working normally, I'd probably have made it to the workshop in say 20 minutes. As it is, WITH the policemen there directing traffic, it took me a good kanasai 45 minutes to make an otherwise 10 minute journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is probably what's going on in the heads of those dudes directing traffic ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hmm ...... this stretch of road looks pretty jammed up. Wait. The other side too. Hey wait, so is the opposite direction. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see .... Okay ... let's clear this road first. Okay you there. Go. Yes go. I'm waving my incredibly powerful arms in the air. Go.... Go on...... Yes keep going .... Just 2 more minutes....... Nah.... not yet ..... okay. Wait. Maybe another 2 more minutes. Never mind the other cars. They'll have to wait. I can override the traffic lights. I am the law.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*snort* ....... must not fall asleep ..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*snort* Oh right. Maybe I should let the other cars have their turn. Nah. Maybe another 2 more minutes.... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151174440150946818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3yl3HlE1AI/AAAAAAAAANA/mgtyPBG9CNg/s320/Sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was me after the traffic lights made &lt;strong&gt;3 whole cycles&lt;/strong&gt; and the dumbass up there was &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;letting the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; line of cars go. I think if I had stopped the engine, walked over to the petrol station down the road, took a dump, robbed the cashier, torched the whole place and walked back to my car, the dude would've &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; been letting the same line of cars go.&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;Kanasai I tell you. This happens for ALL situations where traffic police take control. I'm not even beginning to mention the &lt;em&gt;mayhem&lt;/em&gt; they cause in downtown KL during rush hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think in traffic police training school they have classes like :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cara menerukkan keadaan trafik semasa berlakunya kesesakan lalulintas'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;or &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;&lt;strong&gt;'Cara membangkitkan kemarahan pengguna jalan raya melalui kawalan trafik yang melampau'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kanasai ~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-5945734778112370608?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/5945734778112370608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=5945734778112370608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/5945734778112370608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/5945734778112370608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/01/malaysian-traffic-police-unbelievably.html' title='Malaysian Traffic Police - Unbelievably Fantastic'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3yKv3lE0_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Qs-Ws95amVo/s72-c/Trafik2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-8833365460417263707</id><published>2008-01-01T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:01:28.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the 1st of January 2008. I'm in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally .... Kuala Terengganu is officially a 'bandaraya' today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150428455871239122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3n_ZHlE09I/AAAAAAAAAMo/RUiPDft-dWg/s320/KT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only is there no holiday today for New Year's Day OR Bandaraya Declaration Day, our COLA won't be increased ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, that's actually KT mall. Only problem is that it's empty ... and it's been that way for the past 5 years or more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy New Year everyone~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-8833365460417263707?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/8833365460417263707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=8833365460417263707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8833365460417263707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8833365460417263707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-208.html' title='Happy New Year 2008'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3n_ZHlE09I/AAAAAAAAAMo/RUiPDft-dWg/s72-c/KT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-4613809886693631237</id><published>2007-12-27T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:21:36.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot What ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being in a place like KT, we're always on the lookout for good food. So whenever new places open or great deals are offered, we're the first to look into them .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That day some mousy looking boy was handing out this flyer ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148638764473832354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3OjrXlE06I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ugitfn-Qzb8/s320/Discard0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..... looked pretty interesting to us. But then again being in KT has also taught us never to draw conclusions from a simple glance. First of all there's that huge 'Supper' word up there. Okay okay, lest we be called skeptical and anal, we'll give them the benefit of the doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They're serving supper ....... Okay fine ..... no dinner .... just supper. Call them to reserve a place for supper..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right.&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;But then of course we took a closer look .... Here we go ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148640538295325618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3OlSnlE07I/AAAAAAAAAMY/aEza5C06DR8/s320/Discard1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notice where I circled ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148640791698396098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3OlhXlE08I/AAAAAAAAAMg/HQZGSmzedCc/s320/Discard2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think we'll ever go to this place let alone join their club or whatever ......... They might just discard their members anytime ..... &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;Kanasai ~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/204738394353603439-4613809886693631237?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/4613809886693631237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=4613809886693631237&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/4613809886693631237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/4613809886693631237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/12/hot-what.html' title='Hot What ?'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3OjrXlE06I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ugitfn-Qzb8/s72-c/Discard0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-2649457034061259563</id><published>2007-12-26T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:50:18.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was coming out of my apartment last week. It was a normal night, I was on the way out to meet my housemates for dinner.&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;Once I turned out onto the road, a motorbike in the opposite direction decided to overtake the car in front of him. It was a rather narrow road so before I knew it, a motorbike was eating into my lane and heading straight towards me at perhaps 60km/h...&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;....*BAM*&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;I'm not sure how far or how high the dude flew. All I knew was that once I got out of the car, he was a good 100 metres away from my car. Alive. With only a few scratches.&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;Can't say the same about my car. The front part was totally smashed. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148602192827306882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3OCanlE04I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yhqLd9_3Jc0/s320/CarWreck1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148602725403251602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3OC5nlE05I/AAAAAAAAAMI/UABGKZbJgbU/s320/CarWreck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Interesting to point out was that though the fault was far from mine, it took only 2 minutes before people from neighbouring stalls and shops came running out and pointing accusatory fingers at me. Needless to say in which favour the racial balance was tipped but far be it for me to harp on an issue as sensitive as that.... (though I reckon my point has already been made ... loud and clear). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How in the whole wide world was it my fault when I was merrily heading out onto the correct lane when someone came rushing straight into mine ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How was it my fault when remnants and glass pieces from the accident were all on &lt;em&gt;MY (left) &lt;/em&gt;side of the road?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh wait .... perhaps they thought that just for that stretch of road, people drive on the RIGHT side of the road, so I was driving on the wrong side of the road and hit that motorcyclist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thankfully my 2 housemates joined me soon afterwards and I couldn't describe how much relief their mere presence provided me.&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;We headed to the police station after that and did what had to be done .... despite the sheer gloom the accident cast upon me that night, I was given a reason to cheer up. &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;For I was to catch a 10pm bus back to KL that night, and having finished up at the police station, I arrived at the bus station at 10.05pm only to find no buses there at all. I thought that was it. Goodbye 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;But then I discovered something ..... why were there so many people hanging around? Turns out the buses hadn't arrived yet. That night I was plunged both into distress and happiness at the same time ....&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;It's been a week now and I've just handed my car to the mechanic. I've since realized that in the heat of things, we take the most convenient path in accepting a situation... through denial. Where problems crop up, we immediately swing around and point fingers, seeking solace in the fleeting and misleading comfort that someone else will take the blame. Where solutions seem scarce, we are quick to judge those offered by others yet make little attempt at solutions ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Deep inside I've made peace with the person whom I collided with that night, though I probably will never see him again. I've learnt to accept that no one was to blame that night, that if an accident has to happen, it will happen. Nevermind those people who were judging us that night. No issue with the amount of bucks we'd both have to fork out to repair our damaged vehicles.&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;I'm just thankful that the both of us came away with our lives and good health that night. And for that I continue to be thankful ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-2649457034061259563?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/2649457034061259563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=2649457034061259563&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/2649457034061259563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/2649457034061259563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/12/accident.html' title='The Accident'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R3OCanlE04I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yhqLd9_3Jc0/s72-c/CarWreck1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-3602559153115602764</id><published>2007-12-18T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:21:43.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut what ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just remembered this little incident that happened not too long ago ...&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;Was with my housemates chilling at a stall here in KT (&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; most happening stall cause it's the only one that opens until 1am =P)&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;So my housemate ordered like .... french toast. He then asked the dude....&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;'Could i have peanut butter with that?'&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;.. The dude gave us such a blank stare, you'd think we just spoke Japanese or something...&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;Kanasai man.&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;So he tried again ... 'Boleh tak bagi peanut butter?'&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;It took the dude a whole minute before he spoke again ....&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;...'Takdelar, tapi kita ada .... aper tu ...... mentega..... mentega kacang' .....&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-3602559153115602764?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/3602559153115602764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=3602559153115602764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/3602559153115602764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/3602559153115602764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/12/peanut-what.html' title='Peanut what ?'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-7307822848872145483</id><published>2007-12-14T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:58:33.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindraf in KT ? .... Maybe Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been wondering if it'd be possible to have like a Hindraf Rally of some sort over here in KT ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it'd be possible .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we'd have to do is gather up all the Indian people here in KT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure they'll all turn up ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... All 7 of them .......&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;Kanasai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-7307822848872145483?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/7307822848872145483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=7307822848872145483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/7307822848872145483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/7307822848872145483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/12/hindraf-in-kt-maybe-not.html' title='Hindraf in KT ? .... Maybe Not'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-203226937859762728</id><published>2007-12-09T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:46:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmasi Ghairah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flipping through the TV channels nowadays has me thinking ..... they have a tv drama for just about every kanasai thing in the world today ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's Grey's Anatomy - surgeons who sleep around so much, I wonder why they bother wearing clothes at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Practise - lawyers and more lawyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CSI : Miami, CSI : Special Unit (or something liddat), CSI this, CSI that - all about forensics experts who always end up catching the baddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prison Break - breaking out of prison was never so glamorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who wants to be this, who wants to be that, cripes I even actually sat down to an episode of 'Who wants to be a superhero'.... no, I wasn't mixing my medications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then there's House, Nip/Tuck, and loads of other medical related dramas ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which brings me to my point. Why hasn't anyone made a drama about pharmacists yet ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We could give it a local touch and make it in BM. And we could call it .......&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;&lt;strong&gt;"Keghairahan Pegawai-pegawai Farmasi Sektor Kerajaan"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sex is a taboo in this country ..... so no sex. We could film the normal daily lives of pharmacists who come to work everyday, mingle 'secara sihat' with their 'rakan sekerja' then pack up their bags and go home to their families.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Politics and other negative things are a big no as well. So no such thing as backstabbing and 'penindasan' to get that promotion in the hospital because it will 'mencemari profession farmasi Malaysia di mata dunia'. We are 'masyarakat penyayang' so we love each other, we love our patients, we love our patients' grandparents and also the warts on their asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We have like .... the 5 S thingy being implemented now .... (or is it 5 C ?) Nonetheless, that could make for an interesting episode. Why not have a pharmacist explain each and every R.... I mean S, stretch it as long as 10 minutes per S, then when it's all explained, pretend that we remember what the 5 P ..... I mean 5 S mean and pretend that we practise it every day. Entertainment for the whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh ... the tea breaks. How about an episode called ... 'Pegawai yang enggan pergi minum' &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;...... where he was shunned by his fellow colleagues for being plain weird ....&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;And we all know just how interesting our jobs get at times. Take the store for example, man it doesn't get more interesting than that. I mean, which part of inventory checking, store management, stock balancing and record keeping doesn't sound interesting to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.... yup we all love it ..... like we love having a hole in our heads .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The audience will love it too..... they'll love it when the episode ends .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...... No doubt the show will not last beyond the pilot episode .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-203226937859762728?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/203226937859762728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=203226937859762728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/203226937859762728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/203226937859762728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/12/farmasi-ghairah.html' title='Farmasi Ghairah'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-1951912439462204350</id><published>2007-12-04T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:23:56.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiyoyoyoyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KT will never cease to amaze me lar I tell you kanasai ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why only the other day when I dropped by McD while waiting for my bus back to KL (the bus stop is strategically placed right next to McD), I came across this big poster .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139787611149555570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R1Qxmb-F13I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hLNUNxD_0UE/s320/Blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wah &lt;strong&gt;delivery&lt;/strong&gt; man, there's such thing in KT ....... &lt;strong&gt;24 hours&lt;/strong&gt; no less. Don't believeler, must take a closer look first .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139787065688708962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R1QxGr-F12I/AAAAAAAAADI/0tt5E683rFs/s320/Blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still cannot see wor, mah go damn close lor ..... Then ar ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139788289754388354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R1QyN7-F14I/AAAAAAAAADY/SPViRVacQgg/s320/Blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wah lau eh kanasai lu and your grandfather ...... Liddat also can wan ar !?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hang on leh, that's not the best part yet.We went up to the counter and asked the clueless lady at the counter .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....... &lt;strong&gt;"Takdelah ... Kita tak buka 24 jam .... Pukul 8 pagi sampai 11 malam saje"&lt;/strong&gt; ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Son of a kanasai ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-1951912439462204350?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/1951912439462204350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=1951912439462204350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/1951912439462204350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/1951912439462204350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/12/haiyoyoyoyo.html' title='Haiyoyoyoyo'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R1Qxmb-F13I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hLNUNxD_0UE/s72-c/Blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-4167968482765611749</id><published>2007-11-24T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:04:55.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's renting what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This sign in Chinatown caught my eye while me and the dudes were strolling by......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136411870846948946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R0gzYfXullI/AAAAAAAAACo/AA1laUYuk-I/s320/Rented.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think they were opening stalls soon for something rented. Rented people perhaps? &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;Or maybe they were painting the sign and by the time it got to 'rent', the stalls had already been rented so they just added the -ed&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;Or maybe they were promoting the stalls instead ..... they had stalls so the stalls were being opened for the rented premise ...&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;Hmm.... Perhaps stalls was used as a verb .... so the shop stalls for rented people? They'll be opening a place that stalls for the rented .... &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 God I'm feeling really light headed now ..... &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;Kanasai betul~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-4167968482765611749?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/4167968482765611749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=4167968482765611749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/4167968482765611749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/4167968482765611749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/11/whos-renting-what.html' title='Who&apos;s renting what?'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/R0gzYfXullI/AAAAAAAAACo/AA1laUYuk-I/s72-c/Rented.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-5569646698109807331</id><published>2007-11-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:43:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop right there .......&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;Watch this now ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1NoOOoaNw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1NoOOoaNw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;&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;Kanasai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-5569646698109807331?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/5569646698109807331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=5569646698109807331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/5569646698109807331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/5569646698109807331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/11/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-8128416610480182706</id><published>2007-11-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:28:02.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music For The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was rambling on and on about how music is being done injustice to these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the liberty of compiling a list of bands and songs that I personally feel &lt;strong&gt;are &lt;/strong&gt;what music is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a God in the music world, he would've split Himself into the 5 members of &lt;strong&gt;Dream Theater&lt;/strong&gt;. He would've pinched Jojo so hard in her rear end, she'd cry and promise never to wreck any old classic hit ever again. He'd smack P Diddy for his constant identity crisis and quite possibly just murder Jessica Simpson for doing raunchy remakes of old songs.&lt;br /&gt;Just check out their most radio friendly song &lt;em&gt;"Another Day"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUPgSOwTIAA" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EUPgSOwTIAA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EUPgSOwTIAA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream Theater - Another Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo... and that's only the tip of the iceberg. I'm not even beginning to talk about their absolutely progressive pieces with weird time signatures like 9/8, 15/6, 288/354..... or their mind blowing 20 minute songs. Check out this excerpt from ther song 'Lie' ... Go ahead ... I challenge you to find the time signature for that. Oh ... I do believe that John Petrucci just mIGht be God in disguise .... He's the type of guy who could play a bad note on the guitar and still make it sound good... all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXblIJV7fOM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXblIJV7fOM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream Theater - Lie First Solo Break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to listen to music that can bring tears to your eyes, take a listen to &lt;strong&gt;U2's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"With Or Without You". &lt;/em&gt;Interesting to note that these guys can actually use only a simple 4 note progression throughout the entire song, yet tell a whole story with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEfSnjL0pd8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEfSnjL0pd8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;U2 - With Or Without You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's of course one of the most classic rock bands in history.. &lt;strong&gt;Metallica.&lt;/strong&gt; That's until they got Trujillo the ape as a bassist and decided to tune their guitars so low, they now sound like they're all playing bass guitars. Whatever it is, throughout the earlier part of their careers, they've managed to come up with some of the best tunes in rock. This particular song was what made me start listening to rock in the first place. &lt;em&gt;"The Unforgiven"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cGvzApDZKI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cGvzApDZKI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metallica - The Unforgiven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that their drummer has only one arm (yes he does) the thing that intrigues me the most is how &lt;strong&gt;Def Leppard &lt;/strong&gt;manages to get that whole opera-like chorusy effects in all their choruses. It sounds like there are a dozen people singing in a dozen harmonies. Take a listen to their classic hit &lt;em&gt;"When Love and Hate Collide" &lt;/em&gt;Isn't that how all music should be written?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Qglfipx7I8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Qglfipx7I8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Def Leppard - When Love And Hate Collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like &lt;strong&gt;Guns N Roses&lt;/strong&gt;, you probably haven't heard "&lt;em&gt;November Rain". &lt;/em&gt;Of course you'll know them from Sweet Child Of Mine but this one's just so classic in so many ways. How they managed to incorporate a piano, an orchestra, electric guitars and drums all into one song with such taste is really mind boggling. And when Slash comes out with his Les Paul blazing.... sheer music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/siBoLc9vxac&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/siBoLc9vxac&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guns N Roses - November Rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay .... Those were all classic rock bands. I'll be back with my list of songs and bands today that I find are worth keeping in my iPOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Kanasai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-8128416610480182706?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/8128416610480182706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=8128416610480182706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8128416610480182706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8128416610480182706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/11/music-for-soul_12.html' title='Music For The Soul'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-5146040540860837945</id><published>2007-11-12T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:30:42.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Thy Chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay okay so PISGOR is Pisang Goreng. Maybe they wanted to save ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I was browsing around YouTube and came across this interesting piece on KFC. Yeap I'm still sore from the 24-hours-but-open-only-at-3pm thingy, but this really is an eye opener though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out guys ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFgbHK6yP2g&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFgbHK6yP2g&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;Hey you.... KFC .... no not just you in KT.... Dowana eat your chicken readylar. You inhuman chicken murderers who lie about your opening hours. So kanasai one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's this issue about Pizza Hut and the double standards in billing their customers? True one ar? If so then I really must say ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Kanasaileh~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-5146040540860837945?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/5146040540860837945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=5146040540860837945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/5146040540860837945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/5146040540860837945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/11/music-for-soul.html' title='Love Thy Chickens'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-6905214123989877165</id><published>2007-11-04T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:41:04.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the bloody hell is that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh, come take a look at this.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/Ry3YrJQsj6I/AAAAAAAAACY/8nRnJbGlvE0/s1600-h/Pisgor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128993786376785826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/Ry3YrJQsj6I/AAAAAAAAACY/8nRnJbGlvE0/s320/Pisgor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zoom in a little closer ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128993898045935538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/Ry3YxpQsj7I/AAAAAAAAACg/azQkRsUKySE/s320/Pisgor2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's that you're asking me ? Oh right I heard you ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT THE BLUE BLAZES IS A BLOODY PISGOR ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy mother of kanasai .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll let you guys know in my next posting ..... *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/204738394353603439-6905214123989877165?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/6905214123989877165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=6905214123989877165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6905214123989877165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6905214123989877165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-bloody-hell-is-that.html' title='What the bloody hell is that?'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/Ry3YrJQsj6I/AAAAAAAAACY/8nRnJbGlvE0/s72-c/Pisgor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-8798072204216459281</id><published>2007-10-31T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T16:48:44.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Incidentally.....&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;I just came back from lunch. While I passed Maybank, I saw Maybank employees going on strike. They were all lined up carrying signs that read :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Pekerja Maybank ditindas'&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;'Sila Bunyikan Hon kalau anda setuju'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127419878431297426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/RyhBNpQsj5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mESNJ8_7iEs/s320/Maybank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was rather amazed at this exubarent display of displeasure. But then at 2pm after lunch on the way back, they weren't there anymore.&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....They were all back at work.&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;I heard from someone that they've been doing this everyday for the past month now. I guess they're part time on strike, part time working....&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;What the ... ? .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kanasai&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-8798072204216459281?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/8798072204216459281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=8798072204216459281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8798072204216459281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/8798072204216459281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/10/strike-out.html' title='Strike Out'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/RyhBNpQsj5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mESNJ8_7iEs/s72-c/Maybank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-6351937505978474444</id><published>2007-10-31T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:32:25.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angkasa-lapok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does Michael Schumacher promote a tennis racquet?&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;Does David Beckham promote a Zildjan drum set?&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;Does Tiger Woods endorse ping pong balls? &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;Does any celebrity actually promote or endorse any product that is of the utmost irrelevance to their careers or status?&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;Then ar.... why the bloody hell are those 2 Malaysian angkasawan endorsing a bloody guitar for crying out loud? The more I think about it the more kanasai I feel, and the more I feel like inflicting pain on myself and those around me.&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;I suppose pride and integrity isn't of any importance at all, especially where money is concerned. Oh... just ask Mawi. He's endorsing everything but the kitchen sink in our country. &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;Kana Kanasai ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-6351937505978474444?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/6351937505978474444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=6351937505978474444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6351937505978474444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/6351937505978474444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/10/angkasa-lapok.html' title='Angkasa-lapok'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-7508196243869227838</id><published>2007-10-23T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:42:01.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I turn on the radio nowadays and get pretty pissed off. Kanasai I tell you..&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;Notice how music nowadays is all about sampling tracks from old classic hits? You take a sample of a riff that used to be a classic, put in new lyrics and songs (preferabbly gibberish rapping and tunes that don't even fit into the song) and turn it into a new classic .... a classic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a listen to Jojo's new hit &lt;em&gt;'Anything' &lt;/em&gt;at this URL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6S3KMRlrAYI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6S3KMRlrAYI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jojo - Anything (ugh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you've probably heard it on radio. Like a few hundred times a day on Hitz.fm, along with all the other songs that are also played a few hundred times because the people at Hitz.fm are afraid that we might forget how all these hits sound like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take a listen to the classic hit by Toto called &lt;em&gt;'Africa'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPT_3PEjnsE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPT_3PEjnsE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toto - Africa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylar please overlook the geek factor ... it was the 80s man.But notice how classically beautiful that piece of music is. I personally believe that the chorus for that song transcends time. Everything blends into the music, vocals, musical instruments and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about what Jojo did was that she sampled the most interesting part of the song (the jingle at the beginning) but not the most musical. The result is a melody that doesn't sound resolved throughout, with equally mismatching vocals on top. While I do like her earlier hits like Too Little Too Late .... I must say kanasai to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo ar .... whylar did you murder that song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that the direction in which music is going is disturbing is an understatement ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that song a few years back? Mario Winans's &lt;em&gt;'I Don't Wanna Know' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/frvg9hfJYBo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/frvg9hfJYBo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mario Winans - I Don't Wanna Know (eeww)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the background humming? Take a listen to Enya's '&lt;em&gt;Boadecia'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIKzo_6CHhA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIKzo_6CHhA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enya - Boadecia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erhmmmm...... Anyone smell 'rip off' in the air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must point out to you that if you remove Enya's humming in the background, the song would be tuneless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other countless examples of artistes nowadays lifting samples from old hits and practically destroying them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Jessica Simpson's &lt;em&gt;'I think I'm in love with you'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHMpaZ90ptQ" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHMpaZ90ptQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (can't embed this one sorry, but trust me, you &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to click on this link)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And compare this to John Mellencamp's &lt;em&gt;'Jack and Diane'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QT9tpKXFd8A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QT9tpKXFd8A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Mellencamp -Jack and Diane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrghhh. I knowlar Jessica Simpson's one got chicks prancing around lar. But then ... Sigh .... okaylar no argument there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can forget the classic Police's '&lt;em&gt;Every Breath You Take'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXq3hO82cTY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXq3hO82cTY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Police - Every Breath You Take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Sean Puffy Combs aka Puff Daddy aka P.Diddy aka Diddy aka 'the due who changes his name like he changes his underpants comes along and messes it up with '&lt;em&gt;I'll B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;e Missing You'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QJse82M6BM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QJse82M6BM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sean P. Puffy Diddy Daddy Combs Whatever - I'll Be Missing You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're actually tonnes of others out there but I can't think of them at the moment .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there'll be a part 2 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanasai~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-7508196243869227838?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/7508196243869227838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=7508196243869227838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/7508196243869227838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/7508196243869227838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/10/musical-musings.html' title='Musical Musings'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-3525545962196010846</id><published>2007-10-16T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:05:36.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh ? Liddat wan ar ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been really some time back since I've taken these photos. But I was just browsing through my old pictures and saw some that just really made me go like ....' Wah kanasai niah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121819017716830930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/RxRbQpLaEtI/AAAAAAAAABg/9ctfXUeGzb0/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I walked past this car and had this sudden omen of death .... that death CAN occur anytime. It was so bad, I had visions of the 44444444444 in my sleep that night. *blink*blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121818218852913858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/RxRaiJLaEsI/AAAAAAAAABY/lEdEhZGDhhg/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And this one .... I tell you kanasai, luckily this really huge sign was there man, I was just about to rip the clothes off my (male) housemate who was next to me in the car and bermaksiat right out there in the open. Phew talk about a close call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121819576062579426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/RxRbxJLaEuI/AAAAAAAAABo/mYjaaobzIHE/s320/Car1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here's an interesting one. Notice how the car's backside is jutting out of the parking box. It looks like a dog who put his head into a bottle and got stuck halfway through.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121821444373353202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/RxRdd5LaEvI/AAAAAAAAABw/tuI2ligfoIU/s320/Car2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;... And take a look at this one along the next street ..... This is my car. Noleh kanasai, you can't say it's a Kelisa and it's not the same. I think even if it was a freaking truck, there would still be extra space for an elephant to walk through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps those parking box drawers over here have never used measurement tapes in their lives. Kanasai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121822234647335682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/RxReL5LaEwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bEIPxcL7onw/s320/Chinatown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this is Chinatown. Yup .... All of Chinatown. What you see is what you get. Stretching from the white building on the left to the blue one down there. Chinatown is really 'huge' here I tell you. But wait till you see this .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121822960496808738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/RxRe2JLaEyI/AAAAAAAAACI/xL6nJ4RxReQ/s320/Signs.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I think small children and quite possibly even small animals may get terrified by this painting. And can it get any blacker? Kanasai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121822788698116882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/RxResJLaExI/AAAAAAAAACA/igKui5Ka_j0/s320/Sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ooh, this one's my personal favourite. They give you directions to food man. It's like walking past Petaling Street and seeing a signboard with words like 'Jalan Cheng Lock', 'Jalan Tun H.S Lee', 'Jalan Petaling' and then 'Fatty Uncle's Famous Wantan Mee'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kanasai man ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-3525545962196010846?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/3525545962196010846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=3525545962196010846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/3525545962196010846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/3525545962196010846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/10/huh-liddat-wan-ar.html' title='Huh ? Liddat wan ar ?'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/RxRbQpLaEtI/AAAAAAAAABg/9ctfXUeGzb0/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-7537025847658449106</id><published>2007-10-07T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:39:30.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burgers in a faraway place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/Rwh6tZLaEqI/AAAAAAAAABI/331AXkBSv60/s1600-h/McD.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118475896778003106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/Rwh6tZLaEqI/AAAAAAAAABI/331AXkBSv60/s320/McD.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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so take a look at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nolah I'm not asking you to look at the Mercedeslah .... kanasai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes it's McD. In KT~! Yup it's opening soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you believe me if I told you there has never been a McD in KT before this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do believe in time to come, history in KT will be divided into 2 eras ....The time BEFORE there was McD.... and the time AFTER it opened ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm glad I'll be there to witness this historic transition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/204738394353603439-7537025847658449106?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/7537025847658449106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=7537025847658449106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/7537025847658449106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/7537025847658449106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/10/burgers-in-faraway-place.html' title='Burgers in a faraway place'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jHv8C4Y9DpY/Rwh6tZLaEqI/AAAAAAAAABI/331AXkBSv60/s72-c/McD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-4988216627527572081</id><published>2007-10-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:37:34.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Jam meh ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh kanasai, can somebody answer me this …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, hey you, Yup you. Can you please tell me why it is that you stick up that big bloody ‘DIBUKA 24 JAM’ sign up on your premise, but you open only at 3pm everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you … KFC in KT…. I’m talking to you ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanasai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-4988216627527572081?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/4988216627527572081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=4988216627527572081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/4988216627527572081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/4988216627527572081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/10/24-jam-meh.html' title='24 Jam meh ?'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204738394353603439.post-7962349916245696290</id><published>2007-09-27T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:47:44.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgruntled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I say this again and again ….. Kanasai~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post in my first blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a pharmacist. I’m currently working in Terengganu. Working here against my own will because the kind people in the government have made it impossible to do anything else. Serve them well during your pupillage and they’ll reward you by sending you out to some klinik kesihatan near India where there’s no electricity. Leave the government and they’ll reward you with a hefty RM50000 fine and a nice stripping of your registration as a pharmacist. So there. We're basically screwed left right center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more fortunate than some of my peers. I’m in the enforcement now. Yes, I enforce the law. About 3 times in a month. At other times, I’m enforcing my reading skills by reading the newspapers in the office. I’m also enforcing my net surfing prowess and downloading skills. For all this i'm truly thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my mates got places I haven’t even heard of. Muazam Shah. I thought that was in Brunei. Kanasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine from KL got the enforcement in Kelantan. It’s near the airport. He hangs out there everyday during work. Enforcing his patience and the ability to prevent sleep in the most boring of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government acts in mysterious ways. It brings people closer together …. Even if it means being closer together 500km away from home. My housemates currently consist of people who live really near to me ….. in KL. I kid you not. I’m from Bukit Indah. The other dude’s from Happy Garden. A 3rd one’s from OUG. We’re like neighbours who only found out we’re neighbours during an European trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who were from Terengganu were allowed to transfer out. Those who WEREN’T from Terengganu were made to stay in Terengganu. Worst still, those who were already working in KL and are from KL were MADE to COME to Terengganu. So in the end we have loads of bitter pharmacists who are hundreds of kilometeres away from home, giving pharmaceutical care to total strangers and yet not knowing what’s happening with their family’s health back home. Kanasai I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what I think those people in charge of postings are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh what do we have today. A dude from KL who’s in Terengganu who wants to get back to KL. Oh there’s a guy from Terengganu who wants to transfer out. Oh heck, we’ll tend to him first. Let him transfer out from his home town. And the guy from KL, we’ll let him STAY OUT from his home town, in Terengganu. Hey, there’re others in KL who’re happy where they are. Let’s add in some spice and transfer THEM all out to Terengganu. How bout the others in Terengganu? Why not send them to KL to take the place of those from KL whom we’ll be sending to Terengganu? Oh this is all getting me a headache, let’s go for lunch”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kanasai betul ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204738394353603439-7962349916245696290?l=jaythean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/feeds/7962349916245696290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204738394353603439&amp;postID=7962349916245696290&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/7962349916245696290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204738394353603439/posts/default/7962349916245696290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaythean.blogspot.com/2007/09/disgruntled.html' title='Disgruntled'/><author><name>J a y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07863269647570749270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
