<?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-5262582526281335868</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:41:47.865+08:00</updated><category term='procrastination resolutions'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='busy'/><category term='extra terrestrial planets'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='dumbo...'/><category term='food'/><category term='The Hermana Nemesis'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>Nyep...What's up, Doc?</title><subtitle type='html'>The pesky wittle wabbit is here...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-622397735299170263</id><published>2008-11-20T05:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:04:25.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey, it's the last paper of the year today! At 1730 hours...and what am I doing now??? =D heehee...I am blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, these are some of the ways I avoid studying:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1-Starring into the computer...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270490395671813922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/SSSLFzIgXyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1kHHGiAoplw/s320/P1010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2-fiddling with my highlighter...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270490979592352914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/SSSLnyaAtJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VZ-a-wJKXRA/s320/P1010041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one fine day, a doggy decided to visit (more of the owners forced it to stay with my sister and I for a whole day). LOOK HOW CUTE IT IS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270491786894568754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/SSSMWx127TI/AAAAAAAAAPo/T18uJeF2rm4/s320/P1010042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, Mou Mou...He's a good boy...yes, he is...yes, he is... =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok! enough! MUST...CON-CEN-TRATE...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;bye ppl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-622397735299170263?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/622397735299170263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=622397735299170263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/622397735299170263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/622397735299170263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/11/studying.html' title='Studying?'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/SSSLFzIgXyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1kHHGiAoplw/s72-c/P1010040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-9062599577576010270</id><published>2008-11-17T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:04:49.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanah tumpah darah airku</title><content type='html'>I received an email telling me about another incident of an ISA arrest. Considering that I'm overseas, in Australia and so not in touch with local Malaysian news, I've decided to investigate what has been happening. This lady that was arrested, Paula Khoo, as far as I've read (in the midst of exams, so I didn't read much) is innocent. But according to ISA she is a threat. How??? She was just participating in a peaceful vigil which was approved by the authorities! The authorities were there to keep watch of the whole thing and when asked to disperse, they complied with the request but the ISA had to detain a single person from that crowd for interogation. This burdens me, seeing that the rights of Malaysian citizens are not entirely...approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I remembered about the HINDRAF case. I googled it and stumbled upon a couple of videos. One video is a video of a British news telecast. A part of me is quite sad that a peaceful demonstration by Malaysians is not allowed at all and dealt with force! I would understand however that the government would feel threathen that a riot would break out. Still, no excuse for tear gasses and chemical sprays used by authorities to disperse the crowd when the crowd had nothing! Nothing! No weapons of any sort! I can't imagine how the government would handle terrorist. Nuclear bombs? If the government is acting with 'high security' with Malaysian citizen conducting a peaceful protest, how much more violent/forceful would it get when there are terrorist in the country? Another part of me feels embarrassed. In the telecast, they interviewed an Indian parliment representative (if I'm not mistaken). Sometimes I think our politicians are not mature in handling situations or perhaps they are so drown with so many negative issues that they've lost their perspective of what they are suppose to stand for (the people) and the maturity is just thrown out the window. I understand how easily that can happen because I've been appointed a committee member of something before (not to brag..hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon all these issues, it's very easy to stay where ever I'm studying, Australia as they are a much more mature country. Thus, more stable in many aspects. But that would be running from our problems. I have this burden in my heart to go back to Malaysia no matter how hard it would be to find a good job (pay-wise and course related) just to contribute what I've learnt here in Australia to help develop the country and to play a role at least in my local community to change the mindset of Malaysians, directing them to think selflessly and for the better of the country because it is the country where we reside. The place where I'm born and bred...&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanah tumpah darah airku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is the generation where our country needs the Malaysians, especially citizens by birth to build the nation. If all of us were to think of migrating overseas to build a family there, then who is left in the country?? The poor, elderly, outcast who has no where to run to? All the more we should stay in the country! This is the toughest period of our nation's growth as it is neither backward nor progressed - Malaysia is in her teenages years, so to speak. Tender age where moulding and vigilance is of utmost importance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall we, my fellow readers, friends and family, heed the call of being Malaysian?? Lets get more personal, "shall I be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;MALAYSIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269626649492022610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/SSF5hJ3nZVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/e4tvEVE0kw4/s320/malaysia%2520flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5262582526281335868-9062599577576010270?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/9062599577576010270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=9062599577576010270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/9062599577576010270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/9062599577576010270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/11/tanah-tumpah-darah-airku.html' title='Tanah tumpah darah airku'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/SSF5hJ3nZVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/e4tvEVE0kw4/s72-c/malaysia%2520flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-4063415232364091526</id><published>2008-11-01T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:32:43.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.R.O.C.R.A.S.T.I.N.A.T.I.O.N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hmm...This word seems to be taboo word especially in times where examinations are just round the corner or when assignments are due. I was reading Purpose Driven Life (sounds like a very deep book, and it is...lol!) and one of the daily devotionals had "procrastination" as the title heading. Caught my eye! Anyway, the interesting thing is that it highlighted the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 phases of procrastination&lt;/span&gt;. Boy, did it sound so familiar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Phase 1: Hopeful – “I’ll start early this time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Phase 2: A little tension – “I’ve got to start soon.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Phase 3: Creeping guilt – “I should have started sooner.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Phase 4: False reassurance – “There is still time to do it.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Phase 5: Getting desperate – “What’s wrong with me?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Phase 6: Intense pain – “I can’t wait any longer!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Phase 7: Get it over with – “Just get it done!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Phase 8: Cycle repeats – “Next time, I’ll start earlier.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yup, 8 phases. To top things up, it's a CYCLE! This means that it something addictive or it becomes a habit and it comes back to 'haunt' you! Now that somebody has highlighted that procrastination is an addiction, it's high time that we acknowledge this problem (like how addicts admit of their addiction) and deal with it! We've got all the time in the world if we didn't procrastinate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say NO to procrastination!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(instead of drugs/smoking - hehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;procrastination addict =P&lt;/em&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/5262582526281335868-4063415232364091526?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4063415232364091526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=4063415232364091526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/4063415232364091526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/4063415232364091526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/11/procrastinating.html' title='Procrastinating'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-8127692761054075723</id><published>2008-10-11T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:50:00.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>current obsession</title><content type='html'>oh my goodness!! how long has it been since my last post?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise how long it has been &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;*eyes wide open*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it if I told you that I actually forgot all about the existance of blog? yes, that actually happened to me. Well, initially I just didn't feel like blogging. Then I just got too busy to post anything. And I eventually forgot all about it! I didn't even remember that I could read my friends blogs! Oh my goodness, what has become of me.... =P Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for a "old" friend, namely Eli who sort of scolded me for not updating my blog. Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this song is my current (today's) obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ONLY HOPE - &lt;em&gt;Mandy Moore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm awake in the infinite cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But you sing to me over and over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So, I lay my head back down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And I lift my hands and pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I know now you're my only hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sing to me the song of the stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When it feels like my dreams are so far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So I lay my head back down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And I lift my hands and pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To be only yours, I pray, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to be only yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I know now, you're my only hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I give you my destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm giving you all of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I want your symphony, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;singing in all that I am At the top of my lungs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm giving it back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So I lay my head back down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And I lift my hands and pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I pray, to be only yours I know now you're my only hope.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The song is so jiwang but so meaningful.  Don't you think so??  Haha.  Ok la...I'll let you people off from my blabbering &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;*wink wink*&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/5262582526281335868-8127692761054075723?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8127692761054075723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=8127692761054075723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/8127692761054075723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/8127692761054075723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/current-obsession.html' title='current obsession'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-1932596203013835079</id><published>2008-04-19T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:13:22.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shay day - we all have 2 choices to make</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got this forwarded email from a friend and i almost teared while reading it. It is so touching to me because the story is about going against "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;human nature&lt;/span&gt;" and against the culture of today that is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;selfishness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;competitiveness&lt;/span&gt;. The world would be such a wonderful place IF only everyone did an act of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on and you'll get what i mean...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Choices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now have two choices:&lt;br /&gt;1. Delete&lt;br /&gt;2. Forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your day, be a Shay Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-1932596203013835079?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1932596203013835079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=1932596203013835079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1932596203013835079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1932596203013835079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/04/shay-day-we-all-have-2-choices-to-make.html' title='Shay day - we all have 2 choices to make'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-801549386406731390</id><published>2008-04-17T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:44:28.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the computer labs</title><content type='html'>Hello!  &lt;br /&gt;I'm now in the computer lab in uni just waiting for time to past.  the computer itself is an e mac and it's so cool!!!!  i've taken a picture of it but i haven't transfered it out from my phone to the computer.  so, i can't post it up to show you how cool it is!  there's about 50 emacs in this lab!!!!  how fantastic is that?!?!?!?!  i suppose it's a good thing to know that they are using our (international students') money well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this time, i'm literally just wasting time.  i just finished a test which wasn't too hard but the thing was that we all didn't have enough time!  i think i slowed down in writing...so long didn't write essays like in form 6.  sigh...i don't want to start on any work eventhough i do have work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the process of wasting time, i looked at some of the powerpoint files downloaded onto the desktop here.  hehe...kepo abit *wink wink*.  i came across this comic drawing in the powerpoint presentation and i extracted it!  it's pretty funny.  just wanted to share with all of you.  how cool is it that the lecturer has a sense of humour?!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/SAb_DlJfOHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8G2I61MwNOA/s1600-h/Snapshot+2008-04-18+07-27-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/SAb_DlJfOHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8G2I61MwNOA/s320/Snapshot+2008-04-18+07-27-43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190116057567672434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-801549386406731390?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/801549386406731390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=801549386406731390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/801549386406731390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/801549386406731390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-computer-labs.html' title='in the computer labs'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/SAb_DlJfOHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8G2I61MwNOA/s72-c/Snapshot+2008-04-18+07-27-43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-1734679706337329701</id><published>2008-03-28T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:02:39.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting recipe</title><content type='html'>Yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, sorry for abandoning my blog for so long.  I'm getting really lazy lately...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I went to the uni library to do some studying and a coursemate joined me (or vice versa).  We were talking about some random things and she told me that her family makes yoghurt at home, in Kenya!  I was like "wow, so cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is a tablespoon of yoghurt (from a previous batch, bought or made) and about 1.5 liters of fresh milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the milk but don't bring it to a boil.  Cool it a wee bit and then add the yoghurt and keep it in the refridgerator overnight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da!  homemade yoghurt.  easy, hey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-1734679706337329701?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1734679706337329701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=1734679706337329701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1734679706337329701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1734679706337329701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/03/interesting-recipe.html' title='interesting recipe'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-3797107273446008551</id><published>2008-02-16T18:27:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:06:19.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hermana Nemesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>The 'Hermana' Nemesis 3.0 : Photography rocks! (and so does the editing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editor's Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to the 3rd successful edition of The &lt;em&gt;Hermana&lt;/em&gt; Nemesis! As promised in the previous issue, we've prepared for you here in edition 3.0 some pictures to ponder on taken by our one and only prestigious photographer(yours *cough* truly, *cough cough* of course).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;We at The &lt;em&gt;Hermana&lt;/em&gt; Nemesis would like to thank our readers for their support(support, my foot!) which is so fundamental especially at this time in our early posts of production. We would like to continually encourage you to leave comments to acknowledge any appreciation(or abhorrence) you'd like to give us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again, I'd like to welcome you to our 3rd edition. Enjoy reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;(insert some big fancy editor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;manager-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;of-a-blog-undertaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;who-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;is-somewhat-precarious signature here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Christmas long gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bNuvrHoLI/AAAAAAAAABU/gGNEBJmvbjY/s1600-h/Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167543825409220786" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bNuvrHoLI/AAAAAAAAABU/gGNEBJmvbjY/s400/Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Christmas is indeed long over. But you know how sometimes pictures are; they bring back some images in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, here I edited this picture containing 3 close-ups I captured during a christmas party by my school's alumni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the top left are &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; bells with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; flowers/plant-like things that decorated the rim of the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon the stage in the centre was this mini christmas tree, so I captured one of the bulbs with an LED glowing quietly behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course, Santa hanging on the tree (the normal bigger one) like that is rather cute. The image was overexposed though, but somehow that's what made it nice. I adjusted the brightness lower so that your eyes don't go blind. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall evaluation: The party was kinda dull(sorry, mum, I know you're part of the organizing commitee and all but really, you guys do the same thing every year? Hehe, really.) but if you get some pictures you like, it doesn't really matter where you are. Oh, you can ignore the "Jingle bells, green trees smell, Santa laid an egg!" thing I find it quite cheesy but I couldn't think of much to fill the space. But just to let you know, in case you don't know, it's supposed to be sung in the tune of Jingle Bells. Consider it a rendition of "Jingle bells, batman smells, Rudolf laid an egg!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dare we question alcohol and smoking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7fzffrHoVI/AAAAAAAAACk/qx19yNKOAm0/s1600-h/Bad+habits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167866819834782034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7fzffrHoVI/AAAAAAAAACk/qx19yNKOAm0/s400/Bad+habits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Brand:&lt;/span&gt; Seven Seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alcohol content:&lt;/span&gt; 38% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Price:&lt;/span&gt; RM8.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Caption:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The seaaaa...is orange...in the ocean...of my stomach...mixed with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bile&lt;/span&gt;...I go drunk...they say...'Bring on the booze...'&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Picture 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Brand:&lt;/span&gt; Dunhill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bad content:&lt;/span&gt; It's cigarettes. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Price:&lt;/span&gt; RM8.20 in boxes of 20, RM5.90 in boxes of 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Caption:&lt;/span&gt; "Er...to smoke...or not to smoke?" (note the 'no smoking' sign)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Picture 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Brand: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Content: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Emptiness, air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Price: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please consult the recycling company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Caption:&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "5 green bottles, standing in the box, one is hidden, another is brown, if you add them all, there're 18 glass bottles, standing in the box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sun rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bc0frHoNI/AAAAAAAAABk/xzIqgxxDrwY/s1600-h/DSCN5471.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167560416867885266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bc0frHoNI/AAAAAAAAABk/xzIqgxxDrwY/s320/DSCN5471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bdbvrHoOI/AAAAAAAAABs/cNEp3QI84-o/s1600-h/DSCN5482.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167561091177750754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bdbvrHoOI/AAAAAAAAABs/cNEp3QI84-o/s320/DSCN5482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bdcPrHoPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/H-2lt-6tvdk/s1600-h/DSCN5483.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167561099767685362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bdcPrHoPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/H-2lt-6tvdk/s320/DSCN5483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first picture was taken in my grandparents' place on my dad's side. Go banana leaves, go banana leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The 2nd and 3rd is a picture in the morning (8 a.m. or so) at my cousin's place. Compliments to her for the interior design! Even when I've been there a few times, I find it mesmerizing everytime I see those morning rays through the window grills and the fishies casting shadows on the wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: The pictures are clickable for a closer look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Curve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bgdfrHoQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iZJTGFSH6ms/s1600-h/DSCN5484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167564419777405186" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bgdfrHoQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iZJTGFSH6ms/s320/DSCN5484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in the shopping mall, and decided to take a look down the balcony to the floor below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Argh! Look what I saw below! They're selling ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart was crying out, "Noooooooo..!!!!" whereas my brain was saying, "Girl, you can reach out but you ain't gonna get it." It got me really down. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bgf_rHoRI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ldia0M01okw/s1600-h/DSCN5485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167564462727078162" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bgf_rHoRI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ldia0M01okw/s320/DSCN5485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the open section of the shopping mall (which is The Curve, by the way). I just thought it would be an interesting picture to have buildings to frame the people walking below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NEXT UP! On The &lt;em&gt;Hermana &lt;/em&gt;Nemesis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; and how it collaborated with my 2nd sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To wrap up this issue, we promised some guessing as well. So, here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167567344650133794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bjHvrHoSI/AAAAAAAAACM/hWJKWC0ZHV4/s400/DSCN5550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Hmm...what is in this cup? I wonder who can guess what it is. It can be a plain drink, a concoction, or it could be not a drink at all. Think of all the wild ideas and you might get it. Leave your guesses in the comment box, please!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Until the next issue, hope you've enjoyed reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;p/s: Did I sound rather jaded or morbid in this issue? Aw man, the music you play affects your head! Pretty sad...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;Among the songs I played while typing this post:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;Take That - Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;Staind - Everything Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;Puddle of Mudd - Blurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;Nicole Nordeman - Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;Lifehouse - Sick Cycle Carousel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-3797107273446008551?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3797107273446008551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=3797107273446008551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/3797107273446008551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/3797107273446008551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/02/hermana-nemesis-30-photography-rocks.html' title='The &apos;Hermana&apos; Nemesis 3.0 : Photography rocks! (and so does the editing)'/><author><name>Yan Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1W54xjrNuM/Tu84vvo3XZI/AAAAAAAABE0/4ltVgJN-YDw/s220/DSCN6552.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R7bNuvrHoLI/AAAAAAAAABU/gGNEBJmvbjY/s72-c/Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-6783709532240134408</id><published>2008-02-04T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:26:05.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>I better update my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the rate I'm updating my own blog, this is not going to be my blog! I mean, my sister seems to be doing the updating for me. It's very nice for her to do that...but...it would appear to be more of her blog than mine. NO! that cannot be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R6gfNzr2nKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cJCXI0IoXQ8/s1600-h/scared+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163411294853176482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R6gfNzr2nKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cJCXI0IoXQ8/s320/scared+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here goes. Finally a post from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the pictures posted by my beloved hermana, I've been busy. Right. All my free time was spent on watching the black box in the living room a.k.a. the television instead of updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me that Chinese New Year is so near and it also means that the time for my to go back to Perth is drawing nearer as well! Time is running out! I've still got some more shopping to do! Actually, there are not so many things to buy and do, the problem is that to get those items, I've to visit a few different places. Everytime I think of going to different places to buy only 1 or 2 items, I start to feel lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ankle socks - any shopping mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hiong peng - biscuit shop in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;software - Yik Foong shopping mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shuttlecocks - sports store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vacuum bag - pasar malam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;teeth check-up - dentist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:#000099;"&gt;Did i miss anything else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:35;color:#000099;"&gt;SO MANY THINGS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wait. Why am i panicking anyway??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R6ghvTr2nLI/AAAAAAAAAII/9WumAK1poAg/s1600-h/cat+shrugging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163414069402049714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R6ghvTr2nLI/AAAAAAAAAII/9WumAK1poAg/s320/cat+shrugging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak tau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WWWEEEIIIRRRDDDDOOOoooooooo..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do di do do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no worries ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Just relax...and laze around...&lt;br /&gt;a step at a time&lt;br /&gt;no problems&lt;br /&gt;this cat is the perfect example of lazing around (excluding the beer bottle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R6gmVTr2nMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qYWfz2ZRvaQ/s1600-h/lazy+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163419120283589826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R6gmVTr2nMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qYWfz2ZRvaQ/s320/lazy+cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by the way, this cat is cute...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5262582526281335868-6783709532240134408?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6783709532240134408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=6783709532240134408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/6783709532240134408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/6783709532240134408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-better-update-my-blog.html' title='I better update my blog'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R6gfNzr2nKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cJCXI0IoXQ8/s72-c/scared+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-4936368642983224755</id><published>2008-02-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:30:05.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hermana Nemesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra terrestrial planets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>The 'Hermana' Nemesis 2.0 : Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not just any food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;food. With all the red glory, I'll say it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year Goodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;When the new year comes, comes food. Not the usual food for meals. I'm thinking 'bout the goodies. Sugar. Oh sugar...oh, yeah. Oh...the...oh...the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162776184783011058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R6XdliTWfPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LDp_FNO3aHY/s400/DSCN5510.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Any guesses? Ice-cream? Whipped cream? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry to disappointed you, folks, it's just...&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;egg whites beaten to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PERFECTION! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perfect, indeed. So stiff that when you flip the bowl upside down, it still doesn't move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Egg whites; one of the few vital ingredients used in many baking recipes. Namely, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;layer cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R6Xf-STWfQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/H_p17q2I4jY/s1600-h/DSCN5512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162778809008028930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R6Xf-STWfQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/H_p17q2I4jY/s400/DSCN5512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the sake of activity and sport, guess this picture. Yes, more guessing. Question: Who's folding the batter? Me? My sister? My cat? Oops, I don't have a cat. Uh...this should be something challenging for those of you who are not so familiar with the physical difference of my sister and I from the side. Make it from the top side judging from the angle of the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, in case there has been a rare chance that a reader here shouts, "Hey! That's Yan Hua's spectacles!" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(don't think that you can judge the answer by who's name I put first. I'm just following hierarchy, okay? My sister's older.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and so that reader assumes it's my sister in the picture, that unfortunate reader would be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Why???????" the reader may wail out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Because," I'll sadly reply, with a mischievous smile, "we both wear the same spectacles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R6Xi_iTWfRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BUkDXw9mZYo/s1600-h/DSCN5514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162782129017748754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R6Xi_iTWfRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BUkDXw9mZYo/s400/DSCN5514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;If you closely observe, you'll see that my sister's is a full-framed one whereas mine is half-frame. Don't bother, you can't see the frame properly in the previous picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(You scrolled back up to look at the picture again, didn't you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, here's the answer, the pretty lady:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R6XlAiTWfTI/AAAAAAAAABA/DjFg6vMvGoI/s1600-h/DSCN5513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162784345220873522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R6XlAiTWfTI/AAAAAAAAABA/DjFg6vMvGoI/s400/DSCN5513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Great smile, sissy, cute indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Baking is fun. Baking is time-consuming. Baking needs patience. Baking needs good ingredients. Baking gives nice quality time with that person/those people you're baking with. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;But something unusual baking gave me was the chance to use my imagination. As seen such in the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R6Xm9CTWfUI/AAAAAAAAABI/fg_l_Pdelug/s1600-h/DSCN5511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162786484114586946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R6Xm9CTWfUI/AAAAAAAAABI/fg_l_Pdelug/s400/DSCN5511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday, 20th January; &lt;/em&gt;Scientists have found a new planet just off the coast of the solar system. It offers an unusual landscape with yellow ground and clouds with everlasting grey, stormy skies. The first mountain found by probe &lt;em&gt;Spatula&lt;/em&gt; was named Mount BonBun, after the name of the handler of &lt;em&gt;Spatula&lt;/em&gt;, Bonny Bunny. This ginormous mountain of extreme height is yet to be determined as just a regular mount upon this chilly landscape or a lucky find of one of the tallest mountains there. Snow covers Mount BonBun, and as it descends the snow becomes dry with the immense amount of carbon dioxide found in the planet, making the snow as dry ice, or solid carbon dioxide. More information about this phenomenal find is yet to be released. &lt;em&gt;-Reuters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine that. Isn't it fun, though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT UP! On The &lt;em&gt;Hermana&lt;/em&gt; Nemesis: Pictures to ponder on...and more guessing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And on further issues: Birthdays and more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So make sure you log on the next time we check in! Admission is Free. FOC! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(provided you have an internet service provider. Terms and conditions apply.)&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/5262582526281335868-4936368642983224755?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4936368642983224755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=4936368642983224755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/4936368642983224755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/4936368642983224755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/02/hermana-nemesis-20-food.html' title='The &apos;Hermana&apos; Nemesis 2.0 : Food'/><author><name>Yan Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1W54xjrNuM/Tu84vvo3XZI/AAAAAAAABE0/4ltVgJN-YDw/s220/DSCN6552.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nO20Ei3zjNE/R6XdliTWfPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LDp_FNO3aHY/s72-c/DSCN5510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-9208209061474467809</id><published>2008-02-03T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:05:16.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hermana Nemesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination resolutions'/><title type='text'>The 'Hermana' Nemesis version 1.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ever feel that when you say something you want to do or a goal to someone else, you tend to be more will powered to do it? Exactly my reason for this unimaginably short post! So here's that particular goal/to-do chore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;"Today, and I mean today, I will put up The &lt;em&gt;Hermana&lt;/em&gt; Nemesis v2.0 or even together with v3.0. In short, I'll make another one or two posts. Today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright! Quite some useless posting here but hey, it's useful in the personal sense of the typer okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-9208209061474467809?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/9208209061474467809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=9208209061474467809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/9208209061474467809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/9208209061474467809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/02/hermana-nemesis-version-11.html' title='The &apos;Hermana&apos; Nemesis version 1.1'/><author><name>Yan Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1W54xjrNuM/Tu84vvo3XZI/AAAAAAAABE0/4ltVgJN-YDw/s220/DSCN6552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-1421414905088675239</id><published>2008-01-11T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:48:19.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'hermana' nemesis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Greetings earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't worry. I'm no alien. I'm a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAN HUA'S SISTER(yes, yes! Let her be known to the world wide web! Now everyone knows. Mission 1 of the great nemesis is complete: introducing the nemesis. How classic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Probably more commonly known as Yams. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer: thou shall not associate me with yam in any way whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, sisters. You may think, "Oh, another Yanny! This should be interesting," or something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you did think that, you're wrong. Terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You see, though our eccentric wavelengths may flow the same, side by side, we are indeed - personality-wise - very different. Now, wouldn't my sister agree? [Forces sister to nod]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I shall not turn you into a cow chewing on hay - bored and in turn making me a morbid person. Let's amuse with some pictures. Oh, just one picture, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154195286195469698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R4dhTgCsfYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XE3sNPDN0aY/s320/diediedie.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting video games enthusiasts might like this ("DIE DIE DIE!!!"). Just an assumption based on Charlie And The Chocolate Factory movie. After all, pictures do paint a thousand words. And assumptions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, that was taken after getting off the car to the Inner Wheel party my sister mentioned earlier...before we moved on to create more havoc by ruining songs to fit the theme of sleepiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Congratulations! You have completed the opening section of "The &lt;em&gt;Hermana &lt;/em&gt;Nemesis". I would have to go now before the great Queen O' This Great Blog finds me and puts me in a rotton cellar to rot and die with rotton bananas and dying rats in a rotton sewer. Evil. Pure...evil. 'Til next time, if I'm lucky enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~Yams~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-1421414905088675239?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1421414905088675239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=1421414905088675239' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1421414905088675239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1421414905088675239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/01/hermana-nemesis.html' title='The &apos;hermana&apos; nemesis.'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R4dhTgCsfYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XE3sNPDN0aY/s72-c/diediedie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-7379392051901308371</id><published>2008-01-10T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:59:10.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another somewhat boring moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to an Inner wheel meeting/fellowship with my parents. My younger sister and I were being unsociable and sat one side, away from the crowd to just chat. That was afterall the only thing we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of our chat is the creation of 2 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song #1 - (tune of "are you sleeping" nursery rhyme) "I am sleeping"&lt;br /&gt;I am sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;I am sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Then how can you si-ing,&lt;br /&gt;Then how can you si-ing,&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the end~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Song #2 - (tune of "I feel pretty" from West Side Story) "I feel sleepy"&lt;br /&gt;I feel sleepy,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so sleepy,&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how sleepy I feel!&lt;br /&gt;Draw the curtains, then it's dark and I can go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la la la la, la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bolster,&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet bolster,&lt;br /&gt;You're so thin but I still love you so!&lt;br /&gt;You've been with me, ever since I was just 8 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala la la la la, lala, lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[addition from now]&lt;br /&gt;see that mosquito flying everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;what fly, go where?&lt;br /&gt;look how annoying it is,&lt;br /&gt;ouch I got bitten,&lt;br /&gt;such a huge bite (bitten)&lt;br /&gt;such a bad itch (bitten)&lt;br /&gt;such a red thing (bitten)&lt;br /&gt;it's driving me nuts! (driving me nuts, driving me nuts, driving me nuts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sleepy,&lt;br /&gt;Oh so sleepy,&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how sleepy I feel!&lt;br /&gt;I said sleepy! So don't bug me and leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala la la la lalala, lala!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the end~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-7379392051901308371?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7379392051901308371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=7379392051901308371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7379392051901308371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7379392051901308371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-somewhat-boring-moment.html' title='another somewhat boring moment'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-5088192922231795300</id><published>2008-01-09T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:00:22.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wee bit bored...</title><content type='html'>I'm at my parent's office now.  Not doing work because I was told not to.  Actually because I can't do anything...not just yet.  Let's just say that we've got some technical difficulties here.  So, instead of staring into a blank screen or daydreaming, I've decided to access the internet and update my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had another "episode" of my hay fever.  But it was one of the worse compared to the other times since I came back from Perth.  Not only did my nose drip, it was also stuck!  So, imagine...you can't stop mucous from dripping out or at least prevent it for a moment to giv you enough time to get a piece of tissue or go to the sink because you can't suck in air through your nose!  Then there's the watery eyes and feeling lethargic.  I wasn't having a fever so it wasn't a flu.  Other times, I would just have that runny nose and watery eyes but this time I had 2 added symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, taking a nap helps heaps...almost a cure!  but no...i took 2 naps yesterday and the runny nose didn't stop!  It got worse in fact!  Sneezing 4 times in a row, sometimes 5!  that just sucks...=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting a lot of these "episodes" since i touch down in the airport early December.  Almost everyday and that includes the day my family went to KL for a holiday!  That ruins everything but fortunately that time wasn't a serious case.  I'm blaming it on the amount of dust in the air...!!!  My mom mentioned once, "so, you'll be applying for PR for health reasons??"  HAHA!!  probably so!  it's a valid reason, okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think I'd better check whether the technical problem has been solved...and get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-5088192922231795300?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5088192922231795300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=5088192922231795300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/5088192922231795300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/5088192922231795300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2008/01/wee-bit-bored.html' title='a wee bit bored...'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-3909613438794862384</id><published>2007-12-31T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:56:36.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ushering the year 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is a new year to you?  At times i think it's just another day and other times i think it's a time where we renew our spirits and start over. (At this moment, I feel like the latter ^_^)&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;Reflecting back on the year 2007, I've grown so much in many aspects of my life - spiritually, mentally.  At the beginning of the year, I was preparing myself to live away from home.  That was already a major step in my life because I had to decide on a course to take which will determine more or less what I will do for the rest of my life (before retirement).  It was quite a drama I'd say - turned down an offer from IMU to do pharmacy because it would be fairly costly and after that not being able to take up pharmacy in Curtin because they wouldn't accept application based on a forecast result.  So off I went for Medical Science, a 3 year Bachelor of Science course in Curtin.  I'm quite happy with that decision ^_^&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;Coming to Perth is already a whole blessing - a life changing event.  This is where I actually learned to cook, wash my own clothes, buy my own groceries, find my own way round Perth and even got myself my first real job!  But the most significant event ever this year is when I accepted Christ.  Just to learn that there this...well, friend that loves us so much, gave His life for us so that we would have eternal life...basically showing us that there is GRACE in this world.  Sometimes i forget about this grace as we are constantly bombarded with so much negativity - stress, sadness/depression, violence, cruelty, doubt, selfishness - but thank God that I'm surrounded by loving people and I'm so thankful that I'm blessed with a cheerful personality.  I finally learn the true meaning of "if you just believe, anything can happen".  Nothing goes as planned, though.  I'm still learning to trust wholely in His plans for me instead of my plans for myself. The learning never ends and I'm taking it a step at a time...like REALLY a step at a time...slow, slow steps...baby steps.&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;After reflecting, the bad things that happened, i learn from it.  The regrets that i may have had, i throw away that feeling but take away the lessons.  All these I will keep in mind for the year to come.  Life's a roller coaster ride.  Enjoy the 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;New year resolutions???  hmm...thinking about it and it's private and confidnetial =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;But I pray that this year to come would be a great year.  A year full of new experiences and a year where we are a step closer to learn or fulfill our purpose here on 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;font-size:78%;"&gt;sounds deep eh?  sorry ah...i did say that I feel renewed in spirit =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy new year!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-3909613438794862384?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3909613438794862384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=3909613438794862384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/3909613438794862384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/3909613438794862384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/12/ushering-year-2008.html' title='Ushering the year 2008'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-1008091526762141516</id><published>2007-12-11T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:18:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tanah tumpah darah</title><content type='html'>On the way back from Perth, the aeroplane flight was terrible.  well, not exactly but i would usually be able to sleep while travelling but i couldn't!  the seats were like the cinema seats in Perth!  so upright and tall...my neck was always strained and i could only take about 10 minutes of sleep before i could start feeling the ache in my neck =S  when we got off at about 7am (Malaysian time) - by the way, our flight got delayed for about half an hour - we took breakfast!  croissant and latte...i wanted hot chocolate though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we hopped on the bus at 9 am and travelled for another 3.5-4 hours from KLIA to Ipoh.  The contrast compared to the aeroplane!  the seats were much more comfier, bigger and basically comfier ^^  I took this opportunity to SLEEP!!!!  i slept from the time before the bus started moving till we got off the highway to enter Ipoh.  I really needed the sleep, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, as we were entering Ipoh but still on the highway, i couldn't recognise the place!  all the usual landmarks i used to see on the highway were sort of weird.  but then, it could be because i was drowsy.  lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home in time to eat lunch!  boy, i do miss homecooked food ^^  we talked alot...and i think the house got noisier just like that.  meriahnya...oh yea...my sister and i started to realise the little creatures in the house that we seldom see in australia, i.e. lizard, ants - red ants in particular, mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, hang around the house a lil...visited the fridge and the cupboards to get back to my usual habit of looking for food/something to munch.  then, on the white board i saw, " collect YH's STPM cert".  oooo...i've got a certificate to collect from school!  cool!  besides, i've to renew my driving license and my brother also needed to collect his SPM certificate.  so, off we (my bro and i) went!  took us about 1 hour.  by the time i got home, i felt really tired.  please excuse me la...i did afterall travel the whole night and had only 4 hours of sleep on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep and woke up 4 hours later =P  for dinner!!!!  wooppeee!!!!  i had my favourite...steamed pomfret!  yumm....actually, had it for lunch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, the rest of the night was spent online, on the phone, enjoying the home shower, watching tv with family, etc.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day ended at almost 1am when i felt sleepy again and when i found out i got a mosquito bite!  my first mosquito bite in ages!!!!  i'm not too sure whether to be happy about it or not =/  the mosquito attack didn't end there!  i heard one while i was trying to sleep...buzz...buzz...urgh!  annoying!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, that's home ^^  and i'll love it no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.: i've been sneezing...hopefully it won't turn into a full blown hay fever cause that'll suck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-1008091526762141516?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1008091526762141516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=1008091526762141516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1008091526762141516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1008091526762141516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/12/tanah-tumpah-darah.html' title='tanah tumpah darah'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-3778042511250706512</id><published>2007-12-04T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:35:01.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going back to malaysia</title><content type='html'>wow...it's already 4th of December 2007. Firstly, it's almost the end of the year. Secondly, I'm done with my first year studies. Thirdly, I'm going back to malaysia after 9 months staying in Perth, being independent in a foreign country and so far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mixed feelings, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that I'm going back to Malaysia, my home country. Back to see my parents, back to see my siblings and other relatives, back to good old home cooked food, back to my beloved bed, back to hugging my beloved bolster, back to meet up with former school mates...the nostalgia, man! (I'm not making myself sound old, am I?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm also feeling sad because for the past 9 months, you've also come to love the people here, the place you live which has become home. Basically, I've grown accustom to everything here and it's hard to leave all that for the next 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's life I suppose. Come to think of it, I can't imagine how some people/families who moves back and forth their whole life without really settling down in one place - nomads. They would have never experienced HOME. Quite sad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've got 5 more days till I sing, "I'm leaving, on a jet plane...". So, any requests from Australia? Please be reasonable, k? Afterall, I've got luggage weight limit which is 20kg and I'm occupying 15kgs!!! I don't care! I'm booking that 75% of the allowed weight! One more thing, priority is given to relatives ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1UQbDfBBFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lFBP1juf0cs/s1600-h/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140032606691198034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1UQbDfBBFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lFBP1juf0cs/s200/plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WWEEEEEEE~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!&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/5262582526281335868-3778042511250706512?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3778042511250706512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=3778042511250706512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/3778042511250706512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/3778042511250706512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/12/going-back-to-malaysia.html' title='going back to malaysia'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1UQbDfBBFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lFBP1juf0cs/s72-c/plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-6938386079619271357</id><published>2007-12-03T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:36:50.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday outing</title><content type='html'>just the past friday, i went out to the city with sue ann and wan cheng.  we had lunch and we hung out at a ice-cream(?) parlour called icey ice.  oooo.....that was a fun day.  had loads of fun just catching up with my 2 friends ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at some korean restaurant (i didn't really bothered remembering the name, although i should since it turned out to be a nice place =S)  I was not fond of korean food at that point of time but that restaurant sort of changed my outlook on korean food.  may be because i ate all the wrong food during my previous (and only) visit to a korean restaurant.  that's is why, if you've got a bad experience with food ONCE, don't let that stop you from trying it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1ORnzfBBAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2N5aiC-tLqw/s1600-R/P1010160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1ORnzfBBAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kgMbUL9Lv5o/s200/P1010160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139611712781091842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there...an overview of what we had...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1OSEDfBBBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wHGPlvOrq9k/s1600-R/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1OSEDfBBBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S7CBjWU84Ps/s200/P1010161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139612198112396306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gorsh...i should have blogged on that day itself.  umm...this is the spicy chicken claypot dish (if i'm not mistaken)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1OSeTfBBCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rgRuyyhMRb4/s1600-R/P1010162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1OSeTfBBCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LhAgRCIQNho/s200/P1010162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139612649083962402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this is the sizzling spicy beef dish.  don't ask me for the exact name...i can't remember!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1OTCDfBBDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5-tNv_JPqww/s1600-R/P1010163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1OTCDfBBDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-eHU-z8fLks/s200/P1010163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139613263264285746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the final dish...rice cake!!  mmmm.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we took the blue miao miao (CAT: Central Area Transit - it's a free bus service in the city and also in a couple more places; they use colour codes to differentiate the bus route) to Icey Ice in Northbridge.  and we bought a.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TADA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1OUdjfBBEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LhjzZuXVJts/s1600-R/P1010166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1OUdjfBBEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Mqtgh25sMTI/s200/P1010166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139614835222316098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it just look divine????  lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  that's all for now.  and one more thing.  don't forget to clean up the puddle of saliva on the desk before you leave the computer!!!  kekekekeke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-6938386079619271357?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6938386079619271357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=6938386079619271357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/6938386079619271357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/6938386079619271357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/12/friday-outing.html' title='friday outing'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R1ORnzfBBAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kgMbUL9Lv5o/s72-c/P1010160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-748189257981585884</id><published>2007-11-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:36:30.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my watch</title><content type='html'>bye bye my ever so faithful watch. it has met it's end of it's life...i don't mean that the battery died. if so, i wouldn't be so sad because for that situation, it can be fixed easily - just change the batteries la...aiyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my watch met it's doom one faithful day after work. if i remember correctly, it was a wednesday evening last week(how thoughtful of my watch to end it's life after the period I need it most). I came home and i took off my watch. then the strap came off. I thought,"oh! it's ok...it can be put back". Then, when i tried to fix it, the part where it holds the strap in place just broke off...more like it fell off. Then I thought, "oh man...I can't save it this time. oh no...I can't wear it anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there goes my watch...my beloved watch. I've been using the same watch for the past 10+ &lt;strong&gt;years&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 I tell you!!!&lt;/span&gt;  That same watch...through thick and thin...all through Standard 4 till first year of uni...AND to think that I changed it's strap once and the batteries twice ( if i'm not mistaken)  sigh...i'll have to get  new one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R07bCZz4UVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LhM_90xLeFU/s1600-h/P1010159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R07bCZz4UVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LhM_90xLeFU/s200/P1010159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138285059211022674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see at the bottom right hand it's body...it's like it's left leg got amputated :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surviving without a watch for the past week!  booyah!  an achievement...  waiting to go back to Ipoh to buy one ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-748189257981585884?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/748189257981585884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=748189257981585884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/748189257981585884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/748189257981585884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-watch.html' title='my watch'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/R07bCZz4UVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LhM_90xLeFU/s72-c/P1010159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-4430678068228908096</id><published>2007-11-28T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:20:52.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Rudd - mandarin???</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday Iris was telling me about Kevin Rudd (recently elected Prime Minister of Australia) speaking FLUENT mandarin...notice the emphasis on the word fluent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was in shock and decided to check it out on youtube since she said that she watched on youtube. guess what?!?!?! IT'S TRUE!!! Wow...from that time onwards, i really felt like an ang mo/banana. Gave me the determination to improve my mandarin. keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here...for all of you who don't believe to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sO0dt7dQmh8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sO0dt7dQmh8&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;br /&gt;p.s.:  He was so showing off, don't you think so?  kekekeke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-4430678068228908096?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4430678068228908096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=4430678068228908096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/4430678068228908096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/4430678068228908096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/11/kevin-rudd-mandarin.html' title='Kevin Rudd - mandarin???'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-2317770112797878521</id><published>2007-11-17T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:51:24.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the fellar is like so small yet so hebat! (from a non-drum educated person)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8cvKImVadE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8cvKImVadE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this this!!!! even cuter!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SNytfkJD4U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SNytfkJD4U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-2317770112797878521?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2317770112797878521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=2317770112797878521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/2317770112797878521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/2317770112797878521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/11/drum-solo.html' title='Drum solo'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-1294690939365868267</id><published>2007-11-05T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:14:08.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...the answers</title><content type='html'>okies.  sorry to the people who actually posted a comment, attempting to answers the australian slangs because I got lazy to count the score.  hehe.  so, nah!  check for yourself.  hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occupations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garbo, garbologist - municipal garbage collector&lt;br /&gt;Greenie - Environmentalist&lt;br /&gt;Gyno - Gynaecologist&lt;br /&gt;Journo - Journalist&lt;br /&gt;Milko - Milkman&lt;br /&gt;Polly - Politician&lt;br /&gt;Postie - Postman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Freo - Fremantle&lt;br /&gt;Kindie - Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;Maccas (pron. "mackers") - McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;O.S. - Overseas&lt;br /&gt;Oz - AUSTRALIA&lt;br /&gt;Rotto - Rottnest Island&lt;br /&gt;Servo - Petrol station (do you see any connection????  i don't quite see it...=/)&lt;br /&gt;Subi - Subiaco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arvo - Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Aussie salute - look at my last post&lt;br /&gt;Barbie - not a barbie doll but a BBQ!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bathers - Swim wear&lt;br /&gt;Bikkie - Breakfast (amazing how they can come up with this, yes??)&lt;br /&gt;Bloke - man, guy...&lt;br /&gt;Chrissie - Christmas (huh???)&lt;br /&gt;Cuppa - cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;Cactus - dead, not functioning (it sounds like some code name for it)&lt;br /&gt;Docket - receipt/bill&lt;br /&gt;Footy - Australian football...it's a weird game...look it up.&lt;br /&gt;Full - not eat full, full but it's DRUNK!&lt;br /&gt;G'day - good day&lt;br /&gt;Good onya - good on you...an expression when you do something great like you pass your driving test!!! (yup, i just passed mine this morning)&lt;br /&gt;Grog - beer/alcohol/liquor&lt;br /&gt;Holy dooley! - an expression similar to..."Holy cow!"&lt;br /&gt;Hooroo - good bye (I don't know how that became a good bye)&lt;br /&gt;Hoon - in Malaysian terms, Mat Rempit&lt;br /&gt;Lollies - sweets/candy&lt;br /&gt;Mate - Friend&lt;br /&gt;Moolah - money (yippee for my brother!!!  he got this right ^^)&lt;br /&gt;Mozzie - Mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;No worries - expression of forgiveness or reassurance, everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;Nuddy, in the - in the nude&lt;br /&gt;Porky - It can be a pig/pork but it's only related to it...it's "pork lie" which means a lie!&lt;br /&gt;Prezzy - present (i think i used to say that at one point of my life...lol)&lt;br /&gt;Reckon - think...as in "I think..." = "I reckon..."&lt;br /&gt;Rego - car registration&lt;br /&gt;Salvos - Salvation Army&lt;br /&gt;Stubbie - Bottle of beer&lt;br /&gt;Sheila - woman (i hear this ob British shows, i think)&lt;br /&gt;Snag - sausage!! (again, Aussie slang just leaves my amazed)&lt;br /&gt;Sunnies - Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;Thongs - cheap rubber backless sandals&lt;br /&gt;Trackies - track suit&lt;br /&gt;True blue - patriotic (i heard of this before...quite often too)&lt;br /&gt;Tucker - food...CAN YOU MAKE THE CONNECTION??????? sigh......&lt;br /&gt;Ta - Thanks A lot...amazing right???&lt;br /&gt;Ute - utility vehicle, pickup truck&lt;br /&gt;Waggin' school - skipping school/playing truant&lt;br /&gt;Whacker, whacka - Idiot; somebody who talks drivel; somebody with whom you have little patience; a dickhead&lt;br /&gt;Woop Woop - invented name for any far-away town (eg, "he lives in Woop Woop")&lt;br /&gt;Wuss - coward&lt;br /&gt;Yonks - long time ago, ages&lt;br /&gt;Yabber - talks a lot/chatter box&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one word...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&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/5262582526281335868-1294690939365868267?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1294690939365868267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=1294690939365868267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1294690939365868267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1294690939365868267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/11/finallythe-answers.html' title='Finally...the answers'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-70021491061620888</id><published>2007-11-02T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:40:47.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGH!!! terrible week!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I failed in so many things!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;failed my driving test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;fail 2 papers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;failed to abide by the traffic rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;will not mention anymore...too saddening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotcha! I can so imagine my parents' eyes opening wide and having the urge to pick up the phone to call me. LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth is..................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only failed my driving test which I took on the 31st Oct morning. Did a few mistakes. The testers here are so much better/fair than the ones in Malaysia or shall I just say Ipoh. Although their strict, you know that there's a standard that must be met to actually get your lisence. It's good! In Ipoh, you can *ahem* bribe the testers to ensure that you will pass. I was told by a friend that her tester actually slept in the car the whole way through her test! By the way, she passed. That's so unfair, hey! But then, good on her cause she actually did well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My mistakes:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Did not look back while reversing (quite a lot of marks were deducted as I reversed alot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Did not look at my blind spot when the lanes were merging (I didn't see/there actually wasn't any marks on the road showing that the lanes were merging)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and I didn't follow instruction - missed a turning (well, more like I didn't understand what the fellar was telling me to do!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other than those mistakes, I did well ^^ I failed by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mark...that makes it more frustrating. And it's so painful to the wallet to pay for another test...$71.80. SIGH....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other thing that is true is that I(more like a group of us) failed to abide by the traffic rules. It happened on a Tuesday night. It was already dark and we (Lawrence-the driver, Da Yong, Derek, Fei, Xin Ying and me) were heading home from a game of badminton. Now, it is illegal to travel in a 5 seater car with 6 people inside. If caught, we could be fined $250. Along the way, we saw light flashing. It was a road block! "Oh no!" we thought. All the cursing starting to come out...just joking...there was no cursing what-so-ever ^^ Lawrence then said, "someone quickly hide!" Then another person blurted out saying to jump out of the car. Now, if you're the kind of person who can think under pressure, you'd know that that is a stupid idea since the police would suspect something. Anyway, one person at the back seat actually opened the door. Names shall not be mentioned but you can go ask the person if you know any of them who actually opened the door. And you know, as you open the door, the car lights on the inside lit. So, there's a possibility that the police/people outside saw the insides of the car...thus, knowing that there are 4 people in the back seat. Boy, was that an adrenaline rush! But all was well, it was just a breath test and Lawrence tried very hard to stick his head out of his window so that the police would not need to peak inside. After everything ended, we all had a good laugh about it. ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About failing tests...I didn't fail any one of them. But I did do not as good as I would like to in some of them. Some were really good. Whatever it is...it is the end result that counts ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok. that's all for this week. If I remember something else, I'll be sure to blog about it (if it's interesting enough to tell the world. hehe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;till next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-70021491061620888?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/70021491061620888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=70021491061620888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/70021491061620888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/70021491061620888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/11/fail.html' title='FAIL!'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-8480783053342118933</id><published>2007-10-24T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:23:04.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rx9uSSWcPxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/smbAIyXWvNQ/s1600-h/blow+fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124936161413578514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rx9uSSWcPxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/smbAIyXWvNQ/s200/blow+fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124936041154494210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rx9uLSWcPwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GDGzcCjz0hM/s200/hse+fly+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's spring and all the flora and fauna are "waking up".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, this includes the &lt;em&gt;Musca domestica &lt;/em&gt;or commonly known as the house fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;buzz buzz buzz...not like a bee but like an annoying house fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never in my life have I been annoyed by a fly so much! The flies here are not like the ones back home in Malaysia or shall I say, the tropics. Back home, the flies fly around food or dump sites. Basically, somewhere dirty or yummy. You would still get annoyed by flies but only to a certain extend. Ok, to get my point across, THE FLIES HERE FLY AROUND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! THEY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WITH YOU THROUGH OUT YOUR JOURNEY TO UNI AND THEY'LL STAY AROUND YOUR &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! not just landing on your shirt or bug you while eating lunch or something but also while you're walking from one lecture hall to another! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY STICK TO YOU!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Another point I just thought about...you can feel the fly landing on your skin. Some flies in Malaysia, they're so small/light that you can't feel them...but here, you can. every single one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and they say that there'd be more later in the year and troughout summer =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;This is an Aussie slang regarding flies: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Aussie salute - brushing away flies with hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124935830701096690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rx9t_CWcPvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qEHZ47zAmmM/s200/aussie+salute.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you won't understand how i feel unless you've experienced it here yourself... =(  *snif sniff*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-8480783053342118933?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8480783053342118933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=8480783053342118933' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/8480783053342118933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/8480783053342118933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/10/flies.html' title='FLIES!'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rx9uSSWcPxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/smbAIyXWvNQ/s72-c/blow+fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-8865594496570292006</id><published>2007-10-17T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:23:45.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Australian???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;ARE YOU AUSTRALIAN ENOUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;TAKE THE TEST IS YOU DARE.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Define the following terms and post it on the comments section.  I'll give you your score ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;ALL THE BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Occupations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Garbo, garbologist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Greenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gyno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Journo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Milko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Polly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Postie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Freo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kindie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Maccas (pron. "mackers")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;O.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Rotto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Servo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Subi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Arvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Aussie salute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bathers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bikkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bloke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Chrissie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cuppa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cactus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Docket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Footy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;G'day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Good onya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Grog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Holy dooley! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hooroo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lollies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Moolah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mozzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;No worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nuddy, in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Porky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Prezzy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Reckon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Rego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Salvos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Stubbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Snag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sunnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Thongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Trackies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;True blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Waggin' school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Whacker, whacka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Woop Woop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Wuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yonks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yabber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Okay.  There are 60 questions.  Grading system:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0-10&lt;/strong&gt; : Totally not Australian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-20&lt;/strong&gt; : Good knowledge of the Australian slang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20-30&lt;/strong&gt; : Very knowledge of the Australian slang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30-40&lt;/strong&gt; : You've lived here for quite awhile (PR)...Go travel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40-60&lt;/strong&gt; : You can be a "citizen" or a slang expert.&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/5262582526281335868-8865594496570292006?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8865594496570292006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=8865594496570292006' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/8865594496570292006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/8865594496570292006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-you-australian.html' title='Are you Australian???'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-6828131650051324043</id><published>2007-10-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:24:44.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCTOBER</title><content type='html'>It's already &lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost the end of the year..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how time flies......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was cliché (hmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, october seems to be a month of mixed feelings and i think this feeling of joy mixed with dread would be more extreme further towards the end of the year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you anyway. hehehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;my brother is turning 19&lt;/em&gt;!!! oops...am i allowed to announce to the world? keke. and for the first time, i'm can afford to buy a present for him with my own "hard earned money". I shared with my older sister. I'm so excited about the present. I really really hope that he'd love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M GOING HOME TO MALAYSIA SOON&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!! Something to really look forward to. It's not like I'm super duper homesick (I don't know why exactly I'm not =S) but the thought of bullying my younger sister, hugging my parents, living in the comfort of my own home which i grew up in for 20 years of my life, eating authentic Ipoh/hawker food, seeing old school friends, etc, is just......wow. &lt;strong&gt;COUNTDOWN = 68 DAYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the negative part of "October" is that &lt;em&gt;exams are drawing&lt;/em&gt; very near. Got loads of tests due, and finals are coming! It's not really a negative feeling though...nothing can beat the dreadful feeling of STPM drawing nearer (glad that's over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, there you have it. &lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't wait to sit on the couch at home and just laze about...i miss that couch =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i miss sleeping on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but of course in this picture, i wasn't sleeping ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RwOXhSWcPuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DbnT9C3RVyY/s1600-h/fun+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117100199740456674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RwOXhSWcPuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DbnT9C3RVyY/s200/fun+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5262582526281335868-6828131650051324043?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6828131650051324043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=6828131650051324043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/6828131650051324043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/6828131650051324043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/10/october.html' title='OCTOBER'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RwOXhSWcPuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DbnT9C3RVyY/s72-c/fun+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-2932480821141602044</id><published>2007-09-24T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T15:15:19.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work work.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Presenting WORK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am currently working at 2 places.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My first job offer was at Perth Convention Exhibition Centre and at that time, even though it wasn't really the job that i wanted, i was willing to take any job offer that fall on my lap.  If you've been reading my blog, you'd know that i promised to post a picture of myself in my uniform.  And therefore, you'll know that this post is very much overdue as well...hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113659222266756754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rvdd-CWcPpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5clrydYWgjA/s320/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Me in the staff changing room at the convention centre in my uniform.  sorry ah...picture blur cause it's from my phone camera and it's sort of my first time taking a self-picture using my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My second job offer was at Sizzler Restaurant.  Well, it's something like Ye Old English but the favourite in the restaurant is their buffet salad bar (which also comes with free flow of desserts...yyuuuummmmmm.......).  Sizzler is a really nice place to work cause you'll never be bored!  It is so busy that you won't have anytime to go to the loo!  but you are allowed...they can't stop you when nature calls...obviously...Besides, it's really close to my house ie. 10 min bicycle ride/less than a 5 min drive.  It's the job that I wanted and so I took the offer and ended up working at 2 different places.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RvdeMiWcPrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aWmZA-ipyd4/s1600-h/Me+%40+sizzler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113659471374859954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RvdeMiWcPrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aWmZA-ipyd4/s320/Me+%40+sizzler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me on my...2nd training shift, i think.  picture courtesy of Kimberly Chia.  People said that i look smart...chewah...perasan!  HAHAHAHA!  :-P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RvdeGiWcPqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tQqGu1CEmAA/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113659368295644834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RvdeGiWcPqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tQqGu1CEmAA/s320/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now, this is me in my home bathroom after work...see...the shirt all tucked out, hair falling apart, no apron on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, that's work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most satisfying thing is to see this thing ---------&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113659003223424642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RvddxSWcPoI/AAAAAAAAADw/1PIXh8w1Axg/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;TA-DA!!!  My first pay summary!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;muahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;looking at the amount of money rolling in.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;....the feeling of earning your own money...quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;syok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; la.  that's all about work...at the moment.  I'm sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got more interesting stories to tell as I gain more experience ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-2932480821141602044?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2932480821141602044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=2932480821141602044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/2932480821141602044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/2932480821141602044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/09/work-work-work.html' title='Work work work.....'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rvdd-CWcPpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5clrydYWgjA/s72-c/DSC00075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-7608433702312437821</id><published>2007-09-24T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:45:58.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to the vet museum in murdoch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one fine day&lt;/strong&gt; long ago...well, about 2 months ago la, the beginning of semester 2.  i was in &lt;strong&gt;Murdoch&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Sue Ann&lt;/strong&gt; and her new found friend, &lt;strong&gt;Wilford&lt;/strong&gt; just to spend some time with the "&lt;strong&gt;freshies&lt;/strong&gt;"...kekeke... We had lunch and then we went walking round the campus to help &lt;strong&gt;Sue Ann&lt;/strong&gt; with her enrolment stuff.  After that, I had some time between all the walking round settling &lt;strong&gt;Sue's&lt;/strong&gt; enrolment stuff and something i had later in the evening i can't remember -- that's for leaving blogging about interesting events to much much later, you forget! -- &lt;strong&gt;Wilford&lt;/strong&gt; then mentioned that he wanted to visit the &lt;strong&gt;vet museum&lt;/strong&gt;.  Me, blur as usual didn't know that Murdoch was ssssoooo interesting (having their own vet museum - unlike Curtin).  We went and..............the following are a few pictures:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RvafHiWcPmI/AAAAAAAAADg/2C_8LRNxCNk/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113449378754608738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RvafHiWcPmI/AAAAAAAAADg/2C_8LRNxCNk/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's a rat -- quite obviously -- the muscles and skin of the abdominal (stomach) and thoracic (chest) region is cut out to reveal whatever that's on the inside (DUH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rvae_iWcPlI/AAAAAAAAADY/BGs3LEqlINI/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113449241315655250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rvae_iWcPlI/AAAAAAAAADY/BGs3LEqlINI/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;  It's a horse head!!!! -- sectioned to make a series of sections.  The purpose of doing that is not to satisfy the psychotic urge of some people to chop an animal for some weird, psychotic scientific experiment but so that vet students can have a real life inside view of a horses head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113449035157225026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RvaeziWcPkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/On_bNzONg-w/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now, as for this 9 series thing (hmm...scientist like serial things eh?), it depicts the growth of a lil feotus of some animal...my sister said cat, i said puppy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113448090264419890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rvad8iWcPjI/AAAAAAAAADI/8PUB2bERuyA/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They seem to like the horse.  Well, this is a quater of a horse head...or was it half...can't remember.  sorry people!  Anway, this quater/half of a horse head is as complete as it can be ie. skin still intact, tissue, blood vessels and what-not all still intact.  Let me just point out one more thing...look at how big the nostrils are, man!  *snigger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113450001524866674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RvafryWcPnI/AAAAAAAAADo/f-YMQjcYapU/s320/Ducky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OOPS!!!  This duck isn't suppose to be in here!!!  Got this off from a friend who sent an MMS to me...but ain't this duck handsome/pretty???  HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Okies......that's all for now.  All these photos were in my phone.  so, now only uploaded everything into my computer and blogging about it.  will be putting up the rest may be tomorrow...i am afterall more free (NOT totally free...just MORE free)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;p.s.:  Curtin has a really nice Human anotomy collection thingy...something like this vet museum just that it's human body parts!  Too bad we're not allowed to take in phones -- which have cameras -- to respect the privacy of the people who donated their bodies to science.&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/5262582526281335868-7608433702312437821?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7608433702312437821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=7608433702312437821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7608433702312437821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7608433702312437821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/09/trip-to-vet-museum-in-murdoch.html' title='a trip to the vet museum in murdoch'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RvafHiWcPmI/AAAAAAAAADg/2C_8LRNxCNk/s72-c/DSC00071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-1170919464082934111</id><published>2007-09-05T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:35:46.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This post may be a wee bit overdue but it's better late than never, eh??? Kekekeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After reading the title of my post, most of you may be thinking "what a WEE BIT overdue?!?!?!". Well, sorry to burst you bubble, mate...I'm not going mad. The country I live in now, Australia (for some of you who have forgotten or who are just outdated), celebrates Fathers' Day in September...yes, 3 months after the rest of the world celebrates it. What to do...they want to be special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This post is dedicated to my Daddy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FATHERS' DAY, DADDY!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt; may not be the perfect dad but he does try ever so hard to be the best and in my eyes, I can never ask for another dad. The thought of asking for another father never crossed my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;During cell group last Friday, we were discussing the 5th commandment, that is to honour your father and mother. Well, we discussed what was lacking in our relationship and ways to improve it if there is anything lacking. I shared that my whole family doesn't show much affection and in my father's case, we barely talk...deep stuff. Showing affection in this context means saying "I love you", kissing and hugging each other. So, not much affection and seldom talking to each other sounds like a horrible relationship, eh? I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Even though affection is not shown as much, we love each other greatly. My &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; is willing to give me anything (of course if it is beneficial and affordable). Both my parents work really really hard to earn money for all our tuition fees and other needs. Sometimes I wonder if it is worth the stress that they are going through in earning money to give us the best in education, entertainment, recreation, food, etc...yup, that's sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Another proof that my &lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt; loves me is the time I flew off to Perth...not only me but my older sister as well. My &lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt; was willing to take time off from his work to take me visiting relatives and fulfilling my last few request to eat authentic Malaysian cuisine...boy, do i miss it!! yeah, back to my point. As the whole family reached the airport, we were all fine, laughing, making jokes and taking picture. But at the departure gate, *sniff sniff* we all started crying. The funny thing is that my &lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt; never cries unless it is family related...this includes this farewell...and when he starts crying, he cries. That's the soft side of my &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt; is very funny actually...very sporting. I can never have the guts to be as sporting as him. I remember a time during a dinner and there was a singer. The singer went round among the audiences to find "victims" to dance along with him. Then when the singer went near my father's table, my dad stood up and started to not dance but jiggle! I did feel a tad embarrassed but the feeling of admiration overcome the feeling of embarrassment. To top it up, the joy he showed as he walked back to his seat was priceless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Whenever my &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; is at home and awake (he's usually either asleep or working), he'll always attempt to entertain us. His jokes won't be hilarious but sufficient to make us laugh or smile...so sweet...Proof that he's funny and caring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Remembering the good old days...When i was about 25kg light, i used to sit on my &lt;strong&gt;Daddy's&lt;/strong&gt; legs and he'll "see-saw me" or I'll sit on his lap and we'll both eat on the table. Now that I'm...(ahem...you're not getting me to tell you my weight)...heavier, my &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; obviously can't "see-saw" me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, there are other quirks about my &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; and other acts of kindness that I shall not mention that distinguishes &lt;strong&gt;MY DADDY&lt;/strong&gt; from other daddies. My &lt;strong&gt;daddy&lt;/strong&gt; is special in my heart and I love him ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ps: ng yan mei, make sure daddy reads this...hehehe...drag mummy to the comp too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-1170919464082934111?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1170919464082934111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=1170919464082934111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1170919464082934111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1170919464082934111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-2882794096849799667</id><published>2007-08-15T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:12:47.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;As some of you might know, I'm now employed by &lt;strong&gt;Spotless&lt;/strong&gt; as an &lt;strong&gt;usher/concierge&lt;/strong&gt; in a place called &lt;strong&gt;Perth Convention Exhibition Centre (PCEC).&lt;/strong&gt;  Well, &lt;strong&gt;13/8/07&lt;/strong&gt; was my first day of work.  It was suppose to be on the 7/8/07 but the people canceled the event and therefore, I don't need to work on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ok ok...I think I'm going ahead of myself...Let us back track abit. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This place, PCEC, is a really high class place.  well, at least I think it's a high class place.  I suppose you can say it's an "events place" (if there's such a term).  People hold meetings, ballroom events, stage performances, dinners, weddings, exhibitions, etc.  PCEC runs a recruitment drive about 3 times in a year and they hire casuals (almost like part time workers little bit more freedom in terms of work schedule).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I went for the one day recruitment drive, filled out the application form and waited for an interview on the same afternoon.  Right after the interview, I was offered the job.  How great is that?!?!?!  To top things up, I was sort of &lt;strong&gt;desperate&lt;/strong&gt; for a job...wanted to get a job which allows me to work during the &lt;strong&gt;winter break&lt;/strong&gt; (and of course during the semester) because during winter, my working hours per week is unlimited (visa thingy...).  This recruitment drive thing was done somewhere towards the end of winter.  Now that, my friends, is a &lt;strong&gt;miracle &lt;/strong&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Although I didn't start work during the winter break, I'm &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt; enought that I got a good paying job (&lt;strong&gt;$17&lt;/strong&gt; per hour for working weekdays, &lt;strong&gt;$20&lt;/strong&gt; per hour for working weekends).  The only downside is that it's in the &lt;strong&gt;city&lt;/strong&gt;, roughly &lt;strong&gt;40 mins&lt;/strong&gt; bus ride and I've to work &lt;strong&gt;night&lt;/strong&gt; shifts most of the time because of my uni schedule.  But, as I said, I'm thankful enough I got the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;On to my first day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I was given a briefing about what I was suppose to do for that night and as the supervisor said, &lt;strong&gt;"Clear as mud, eh?"&lt;/strong&gt;  LOL!  I was on duty as a &lt;strong&gt;concierge&lt;/strong&gt; that night and did basically reception work.  So, I sat there and waited for people to either ask questions or to pick up the phone which I failed quite miserably on the first phone call =S  I was pretty much alone the whole time because:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;all the senior workers were off as it was pass normal working hours (was working 5-9pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the other people on duty where at a different place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;almost all the events for the day were done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So, yeap...that was pretty much my first day.  Learnt a lot of things but didn't do much.  But come to think of it, I earn &lt;strong&gt;big bucks&lt;/strong&gt; for just sitting there the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At the end of my shift, a friend picked me up from work.  Now, that was when the &lt;strong&gt;drama&lt;/strong&gt; started.  She wasn't very &lt;strong&gt;familiar&lt;/strong&gt; with the place and the same goes to me...so, when she reached the place, she didn't know where to pick me up cause she &lt;strong&gt;couldn't find the entrance&lt;/strong&gt;.  The only entrances she saw were the bus entrance to the bus port and also an entrance to the parking lot which she had to pay for if she entered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I think it took us about &lt;strong&gt;45 mins&lt;/strong&gt; to finally find each other!!  The worse thing was that while talking, my phone &lt;strong&gt;died&lt;/strong&gt;.  Can you imagine how &lt;strong&gt;freaky&lt;/strong&gt; that was?!?!?!  In the middle of the night, in the city of a foreign country and oh yes, it was starting to &lt;strong&gt;drizzle&lt;/strong&gt;.  I feel so sorry to put my friend into such panic =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But all was well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A pretty good first day, I'd say ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;p.s.:  should have taken a photo of me in uniform...sigh...nvm, will be working again this saturday (weekend...yay!)  kekekekeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-2882794096849799667?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2882794096849799667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=2882794096849799667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/2882794096849799667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/2882794096849799667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day.html' title='First day'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-7301252811293823908</id><published>2007-08-08T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:57:03.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you will never walk alone</title><content type='html'>Last sunday was Freshie's Welcome...From the name, the event is to welcome freshies. LOL! Anyway, I entered the choir and we all performed a very nice song...meaningful. I'd like to share it with all of you ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Along life's road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There will be sunshine and rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Roses and thorns, laughter and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And 'cross the miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You will face mountains so steep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Deserts so long and valleys so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes the journey's gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes the cold wind blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But I want you to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chorus:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As long as you have faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jesus will be right beside you all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You may feel you're far from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But home is where He is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And he'll be there down every road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The path will wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And you will find wonders and fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Labors of love and a few falling tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Across the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There will be some twists and turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mistakes to make and lessons to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes the journey's gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes the cold winds blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But I want you to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Where ever you may go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jesus knows your joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jesus knows your need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He will go the distance with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;faithfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;never, no never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;never, no never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-7301252811293823908?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7301252811293823908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=7301252811293823908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7301252811293823908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7301252811293823908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-will-never-walk-alone.html' title='you will never walk alone'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-4695724613046380707</id><published>2007-08-06T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:48:35.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Blurness</title><content type='html'>today was the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; day of the second week of second semester uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule was as such la:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;8-9 am Introductory to Microbiology lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;9-12pm Chemistry lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12-2pm Human Biology lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at &lt;strong&gt;6.30&lt;/strong&gt; this morning and boy was it hard to open my eyes! To make things worse, it was raining....cooling....tucked under my quilt....ah...warm...in the end, i woke up at nearly 7 and i had to catch a &lt;strong&gt;7.30 bus&lt;/strong&gt;! I left the house at 7.29 am but as i was walking to the bus stop, i saw the bus pass by right in front of my eyes =S oh well, i thought that i'll just catch the next bus which was to arrive 7.45 and it just takes 10 mins to reach uni. but (as the title mentions) as i was blur, i forgot to take into account the traffic jam. SO....the bus was late, arriving at 7.50 AND the traffic was heavy and thus i reached uni by&lt;strong&gt; 8.10&lt;/strong&gt;. was about &lt;strong&gt;15 mins late&lt;/strong&gt; for class. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is where i wait at whenever i wanna go to uni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095598513975306962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rrcz2c-BqtI/AAAAAAAAABw/Aapip_KGetA/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next blur incident was during chemistry practical. We were doing saponification of ethyl benzoate to produce benzoic acid crystals. One of the procedures is to add &lt;strong&gt;3M of sodium hydroxide&lt;/strong&gt; into ethyl benzoate. but somehow, i read wrongly and I took &lt;strong&gt;3M sulphuric acid&lt;/strong&gt; instead of sodium hydroxide. I suppose i just read "3M" and i just assumed that the rest of the wordings was sodium hydroxide. Now, that's a &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; bad thing to do especially in chemistry as you'll never know whether that mistake can cause an &lt;strong&gt;explosion&lt;/strong&gt;! All in all, I wasted about 1 hour of my partner's and my lab time but we managed to finish the experiment on time. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Human Bio lecture, there wasn't any blur incidences but it was pretty interesting. The lecturer for the first half of the lecture is a soft-spoken lady (pretty boring too). Anyway, nobody could hear her from the back of the hall and mind you, the hall is big! (can seat a maximum of &lt;strong&gt;600 &lt;/strong&gt;over people) so, she tried putting the mic louder but that didn't work either. Then, she called a technician but that didn't help either. In the end, we wasted a whole &lt;strong&gt;1 hour&lt;/strong&gt;(first half of the lecture) waiting for nothing. More than half of the hall left!!! The last half of the lecture went very well with no glitches. hmm.....i just think that the first lecturer was plain soft-spoken. I pity her because it's as if she gets no respect for her soft voice and boring ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there are other incidences where i was blur but i sort of forgot the exact details. Briefly, i think i misread something again but didn't cause a major set back, just great &lt;strong&gt;embarrassment&lt;/strong&gt;. anyhow, my point is today was not exactly normal and i was pretty blur, making it a pretty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;eventful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-4695724613046380707?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4695724613046380707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=4695724613046380707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/4695724613046380707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/4695724613046380707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/08/ultimate-blurness.html' title='Ultimate Blurness'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rrcz2c-BqtI/AAAAAAAAABw/Aapip_KGetA/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-84212482516718548</id><published>2007-08-01T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:00:34.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbo...'/><title type='text'>Stupid phone...*grr...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I realised that my phone was acting-up only later in the afternoon today...but it was already too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;No wonder my phone was awfully quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My phone became "stupid" as of yesterday night, i think. I was suppose to go early to uni to help out at the passion booth (part of orientation) and then go for class at 2. But my sister reminded me that i had to stay at home in the morning to wait for a registered mail from my parents...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;*whispering* it contains the bank draft for my tuition fees and the fees is due on the 3rd. so very important to wait for the mail. *whispering end*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, to make a connection, I had to tell my neighbour who was also planning to go early to uni with me that I can't make it anymore. Tried to send a message but it failed. Then i forgot about it. I also tried to check my credit balance which means that I had to access the browser on my phone but that failed too. I was thinking, "may be the line was terrible. will just try another time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ok. That's incident 1. Next incident was this afternoon. I went to a nearby shopping centre and I wanted to call my sister. Dialled the number, there was no sound for a long time and suddenly a high pitched tone. I tried calling like 3 times. Then I gave up thinking that she offed her phone because she was working or something and instead, tried messaging her. The message failed to send again. Tried again but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then, I was late for a practical. Usually, my classmate would be messaging or calling me by the time class starts. But.....yup, you've guessed it. No sound from my phone. Then it hit me! My phone has gone 'cuckoo'!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To prove my theory, I tried calling my classmate who was with me at that time. She also tried to call me. We both came up with the same results...no ringing tone. Using that friend's phone, i messaged my sister complaining to her and also saying something else more substantial. I was using my friend's credit...hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In the end, i just had to restart my phone. alamak......the frustration my phone created me to have...And the amazing thing was I received like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;8 messages&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;right after I restarted my phone!!! Plus, it was during lecture...luckily my phone was already on silent *phew*. So, imagine la...&lt;strong&gt;buzz buzz&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;buzz buzz&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;strong&gt;buzz buzz&lt;/strong&gt;...for 8 times!!! paiseh man........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, glad to have my phone back to normal. Hopefully it doesn't happen again. If it does, hopefully I remember how to deal with it!!!! I feel so dumb...because my phone 'merajuk' before...*blush*&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/5262582526281335868-84212482516718548?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/84212482516718548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=84212482516718548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/84212482516718548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/84212482516718548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupid-phonegrr.html' title='Stupid phone...*grr...*'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-7385038168601586346</id><published>2007-07-30T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:49:20.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rain, rain go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;come again some other day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rain, rain go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;little yan hua wants to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's raining, it's pouring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and the old man is snoring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he went to bed and he bumped his head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and he couldn't get up in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm singing in the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just singin' in the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;da-da-da...da-da-da-da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(I don't know the lyrics anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, I'm going MAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining for the past week everyday without fail! It's so annoying!!!! But how can that be? I came from a country where it rains all the time...actually pours cats and dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's because the rain here actually doesn't rain...I mean, it drizzles (but Aussies call it showers) It doesn't just drizzle for a couple of hours and then stop the rest of the day but it drizzles for like 10 minutes and then stops for another 10 minutes and it rains again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanying the rain is strong winds...i tell you, the umbrella is of no use. seriously. it's better to wear a wind-breaker that comes with a hood (wait, all wind-breaker comes with a hood. what am i talking about!) However, there is a technique in using the umbrella if you insist on using it. Don't open the umbrella fully and point it in the direction against the wind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm looking forward to Friday. Do you know why??? Because it's SUNNY!!!!!! well, at least that's what the weather forecast says...and i trust it very much. Now i can sing:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The sun will come up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;on Friday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bet'cha bottom dollar that on Friday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(I forgot the lyrics again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092924561826097858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rq2z58-BqsI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pf4kgyNZKUU/s320/sunrise.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-7385038168601586346?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7385038168601586346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=7385038168601586346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7385038168601586346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7385038168601586346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/Rq2z58-BqsI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pf4kgyNZKUU/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-7622532548811601674</id><published>2007-07-09T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:15:24.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bubur craze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just last Friday, I went to a friend's house to experiment making Bubur cha-cha. Why? Well, church is organising a Mamak night where &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(well, the name says it all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mamak food is being sold! I think it's a semesterly thing. Anyway, I was tempted to show off my cooking skill &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(yea right)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by setting up a stall. I invited my friends, namely Jaclyn and Cheah Yen to set it up with me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(I can't be doing it all by myself!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;We decided to make 'bubur's...Bubur cha-cha, red bean, black glutinous rice, barley &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Hehe...so exciting just thinking about it ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we went grocery shopping. This is our first time making it so, we wanted to test it out before selling it. It's really easy to do actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sweet potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Rock sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Coconut (we used cream because they didn't have any other type)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pandan leaf (shredded and tied tightly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Method:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Steam the sweet potatoes first, then the yam as the yam softens faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cut the sweet potatoes and yam into cubes or any other shape you would like it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Boil some water and put in the sago. Remember to constantly stir so that the sago will not stick to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;After the sago becomes transparent, put in the coconut cream, sugar and pandan leaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wait till the rock sugar has disolved and then put in the cubed sweet potatoes and yam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cook for awhile longer and TA-DA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After making the bubur cha-cha, Jaclyn and Cheah Yen took it to their cell meeting &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(hehe...making the cell members the guinea pigs =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and apparently it was good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bangga........ ^^ not bad for first timers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what, i think the secret is in the amount of coconut you put in. Of course not too thick!!! It'll be too jalak!! *bluek*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad I didn't take a picture though but this is what it's suppose to look like...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085107111680673122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RpHt-dyKBWI/AAAAAAAAABg/cP9I-2pFqW4/s320/bubur+chacha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm determined to make one for myself! MUAHAHA! Next experiment would be red bean soup, barley and the black glutinous rice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;ps: any other tips that you can share?&lt;/span&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/5262582526281335868-7622532548811601674?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7622532548811601674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=7622532548811601674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7622532548811601674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7622532548811601674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/07/bubur-craze.html' title='bubur craze!'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RpHt-dyKBWI/AAAAAAAAABg/cP9I-2pFqW4/s72-c/bubur+chacha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-1461935518617244718</id><published>2007-06-28T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:48:38.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller coaster ride</title><content type='html'>I watched S&lt;em&gt;hrek 3&lt;/em&gt; last tuesday (I wanted to type out "not too long ago" but tuesday is quite a while ago. keke). It was good. the humour is very much intact and the story line is not too bad although sometimes I get the feeling that the writer is running out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fairy tales are always that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"...and they all lived happy ever after"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Last time, I used to take it literally and thought that they may be someday a "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;" for me. As I grew older, reality sets in and there's no such thing as a perfect ending. Heck, nothing is perfect in this world. It is fun to read story books and watch shows with a happy ending to it but it doesn't turn out that way most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I'm beating around the bush. Take the example of &lt;em&gt;The 10th Kingdom&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;By the way, I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; that show    =D &lt;/div&gt;This show does have a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy ending&lt;/span&gt; but the lesson that was highlighted at the end, i think, was that we should cherish our short and probably just momentary &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy ending&lt;/span&gt;. This message was highlight quite clearly as Virginia (the lead actress) said that she found her &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happily ever after&lt;/span&gt; but her peace was soon interrupted BUT that was another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would encounter all sorts of obstacles in life and if we conquer them, we would experience a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy ending&lt;/span&gt;.  but if we don't conquer them, it just basically means that the story has not ended and your &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy ending&lt;/span&gt; is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may have more &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy endings&lt;/span&gt; than other people but one thing is for sure, we would surely have ONE &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy ending&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a few people who are....well....sad....they keep saying how unlucky they are, how miserable they feel, how much stress they are experiencing and what-not.  I guess we just need to look for our &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy endings&lt;/span&gt; amidst all the troubled times we face.  Although I don't know exactly how hard is it to do this (I'm grateful for that) but I think that's the only place that we can find happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;We will eventually, with experience, feel many many human emotions that exists in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bliss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sadness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there will be happiness, but then hardship comes and happiness again, then hardship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it goes on and on...never ending till the day we die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;where we would find,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hopefully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eternal happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ladies and gentlemen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is our&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPILY EVER AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-1461935518617244718?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1461935518617244718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=1461935518617244718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1461935518617244718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/1461935518617244718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/06/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='Roller coaster ride'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-5243277958792443101</id><published>2007-06-18T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:34:13.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams part 2 - final part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'M DONE WITH EXAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least for this semester.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make this post about exams really short.  I don't want to think about it anymore.  I want to enjoy my holidays ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that exams went pretty well.  Passing is one thing...which i think i've achieved (not to brag...but if u want to know how well i felt the exams went, this is what you'll have to read) but to get a distinction or high distinction is another thing.  keeping my fingers crossed, i'll achieve that D or HD ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention in "exams - part 1" that i felt so relieved after my first paper???&lt;br /&gt;yup, i felt very relaxed after the first paper, human biology.  It was as if i've finished my exams.  I was THAT relaxed.  but still, you can never be too confident.  so, i became a good girl and studied...with some play time in between.  tee-hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly part is that i fell sick!!  luckily it wasn't bad.  sore throat, cough, cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...oh!  On friday night, I went out for an early supper.  I had my dinner and my sister hasn't but i felt hungry so i followed my sister out for my early supper and her late dinner.  LOL.  anyway, I wasn't exactly feeling hungry, it was more like having gastric pains and i thought that eating would help.  How did i get gastric pains???  it was a dumb move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, my paper finished at around 2.30 pm.  After that, I thought i'd go to the near by shopping centre to do some job hunting and also accompany a friend of mine to buy some groceries.  It took much longer than expected...till 5 pm in fact.  I thought i was fine, didn't feel hungry.  But when i actually started cycling back home, wow...the pain was coming.  I was like die...better reach home fast and eat before it gets worse.  Usually it'll be fine after eating...I was in this same situation quite a few times...but nope, the pain didn't go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the whole point of me telling this is to tell you that this is my first ever full blown gastric pain experience.  hehe.  lame, i know.  but i can't help it.  I'm feeling too happy that my exams has ended...officially at &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.55pm on the 18th July 2007&lt;/span&gt;.  tee-hee...I was very tempted to just answer all the questions and not check and just get out...but can never be too safe.  I manage to recheck just before they disallowed anyone to go out of the examination room, that is 15 mins before the end time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i played badminton with my sister and a friend.  hehe...refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...going off topic.  will blog about my week sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Signing off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-5243277958792443101?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5243277958792443101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=5243277958792443101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/5243277958792443101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/5243277958792443101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams-part-2-final-part.html' title='exams part 2 - final part'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-8577122614664980187</id><published>2007-06-16T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:52:11.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some long over due photos</title><content type='html'>Hey, these are a few OLD pictures which i tried to post on friendster blog...BUT due to the fact that it didn't allow me to allign my photos, it wouldn't look nice on the blog, i just didn't post any photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;new photos should be on the way...but slowly wait la. hehe. i'd have to take some in the first place! keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only pictures I have taken in Australia are all pictures taken in April. so, the following are some April photos. haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076520424690073106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RnNsbgCqvhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_9p2X00wWRM/s320/DSCN1701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;sorry...this picture is blur. anyhow, this is my cell group who went for Easter camp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076564108802440786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RnOUKQCqvlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/StxLy1iGSsg/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; Now this is my Easter camp group picture =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076522254346141218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RnNuGACqviI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GUSK29bI85g/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;This is me on a platform on Frementle beach...I'm suppose to look like I'm going to commit suicide. Apparently not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076562468124933698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RnOSqwCqvkI/AAAAAAAAABI/_3Po7ldVWZM/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Playing some ball game on Frementle beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076564581248843362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RnOUlwCqvmI/AAAAAAAAABY/dAlvHFA2Ths/s320/P1010083.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My sister and me after her awards ceremony night...hehe...wearing my new trench coat ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, this picture was not taken in April but in May. teehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all for now. Toodles!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-8577122614664980187?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8577122614664980187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=8577122614664980187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/8577122614664980187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/8577122614664980187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-long-over-due-photos.html' title='some long over due photos'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvqr2haBELg/RnNsbgCqvhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_9p2X00wWRM/s72-c/DSCN1701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-6901104412674290321</id><published>2007-06-12T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:42:54.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams - part 1</title><content type='html'>I've decided to tell how every exam has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was my very first major exam uni paper. I think it was the toughest paper of all my 4 other examinable papers...Human Biology. Somehow, I've always failed to score well in Biology. Proof, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;: I scored a higher grade in my Physics paper then i did for my Biology paper and I was in a Biology class.  But anyway, back to Human Biology 133 (the unit/subject is called that way). My paper was supposed to start at 9 am. Arrived in Uni at about 8.40 am and by the time I manage to find the rooms, it was already 8.50.  It took me quite a while to get there partly because I bumped into another person who was heading to the same place, doing the same paper and (I don't want to sound evil) she has muscle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dystrophy&lt;/span&gt; so she can't walk properly...she had to take breaks...quite '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lian&lt;/span&gt;' also la...she didn't know where was the building and I decided to walk her there. But she was also understanding. When the building was in sight, she said that she'll be able to find her way and I could go off. I think she knew that I was getting anxious...I think she feels the same way too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. In the end, the examiners made us wait even longer outside the exam rooms. So, we started at 9.15 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper went pretty ok but I would have liked to perform better (obviously). The 'pretty ok' part was meaning that i won't fail and the 'I would have liked to perform better' part was suppose to mean that i left out a few questions and I couldn't recall many things and thus being uncertain of the answers. Oh well, what has passed has passed. I shall now concentrate on the next paper which is Chemistry 123 on Wednesday night...yes, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;...and also Human Biology 133 PRACTICAL the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another thing I forgot to mention before the Human biology paper...My hands were sweating profusely! hehe. And the interesting part is that i don't think my hands stopped sweating till........i think before i slept. The lesson learnt is that I would have to bring in a handkerchief with me for the next paper otherwise I'll be rubbing my hands against my jeans several times. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to help other people who are also taking exams or just plain stressing out (but specifically for those who are sitting for exams) to &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;DE&lt;/span&gt;stress. hehe...Sanji sent me this sms...it goes like:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you are feeling stressed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and about to break down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;STRESSED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;spelt backwards is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;DESSERTS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, exams are just a piece of cake!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ain't it cute....!  hehehehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, wish everyone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  whether it being examinations or applications into universities or just plain stress from the work place/relationships/everyday life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-6901104412674290321?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6901104412674290321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=6901104412674290321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/6901104412674290321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/6901104412674290321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams-part-1.html' title='Exams - part 1'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-870859353504142920</id><published>2007-06-07T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:59:41.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to an Aussie home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Today, I went to a friend's house...an Australian Burmese.  Her house is cosy =)  She's got like a really nice kitchen and living room but the rooms are relatively small.  Probably because her room is shared with her sister.  They said they're halfway renovating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was suppose to be studying there.  I DID study but not as much as I'd prefer.  If was loads of fun though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I took a bus from my place to uni and met up with a few other friends from the same area to go to my friend's house (Jasmine)  which is like an 45 mins drive away.  Then from uni, we took the same bus to a bus station near Jasmine's house.  It took us 45 mins to get to the bus stop and then she and her Dad picked us up.  When we reached her house, we started studying except for Jasmine who was occupied settling down...at her own place.  Ironic, but yea...hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not too long after, it was lunch time!  Her Mom cooked such lovely food.  They said it was Burmese food but it seemed so much like home cooked food *sniff*.  I took beef curry (tasty....yum)  with spaghetti.  It's an odd combination but they said that it was the best noodle combination...to replace a Burmese noodle which they can't get here.  We also had some chicken vegetable soup...it's sssssssooooooo CHINESE!!  Even my other Malaysian friends who went said so.  We were pampered guests...tea, chocolates, cake, crackers and also offere ice-cream but we all decline the very very generous offer.  hehe.  There was fried rice, fried toufu with peas and egg curry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After lunch, we had a little chat.  Actually, we have little chats the whole time through (hehe).  So, I should be saying after lunch, we had a chat.  HAHA!  talked about all sorts of stuff...you know, girls stuff.  But I can't say that because there was a guy there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ok, the conversation was stopped and we went back to the books.  MUST CONCENTRATE!!!!  FIRST PAPER STARTS ON MONDAY!!!!  We studied for another 2 hours or so and it was dinner time.  lol!!!  that's all we think of...FOOD!!!  We were served the same dishes but this time I ate beef curry with rice (both white rice and fried rice).  Wow...we were really pampered.  after eating, it was already 6.45 and one of my friends needed to go to the doctors...she needed to get an injection done.  so, we quickly finished up the last topic of the subject.  All in all, we manage to study 3 topics (out of 5).  I suppose we achieved quite a lot.  hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jasmine's Mom let us take back some food...hehe...so sweet...And we left at about 7.30.  This time, her Dad fetched us all home...all the way to our door step.  again, sssssooooo ssssssssswwwweeeetttttt..............  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;NOW, I'm happily blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ok, I'm done.  Just wanted to put up a quick update before I get back to studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Toodles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ps:  to all my friends who are sitting for exams, GOOD LUCK!!!!  and...to Jasmine and family, thanks a MILLION for the wonderful hospitality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-870859353504142920?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/870859353504142920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=870859353504142920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/870859353504142920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/870859353504142920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/06/visit-to-aussie-home.html' title='A visit to an Aussie home'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-7698217544226102845</id><published>2007-06-02T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:51:41.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badminton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today, 5 of my friends and I played badminton for 3 hours!!  so syok... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you remembered, the last time I played badminton, I accidentally threw the racquet on to the floor and it broke.  This time, the racquet slipped out of my hand again but it didn't break.  Luckily...because it was one of my friend's racquet.  the one that i broke belongs to the recreation centre, so it's ok to break it =P hehe...no la...they did say that breaking the racquets is not an unusual thing (a relief on my part).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I practiced my smashes and blocks with Jon.  hehe...he represented his school once.  so, had a 'training' session with him.  so fun =D  I think because we played for so long and i had a 'training' session, that is i exerted a lot of energy, i've got a headache now.  well, not really a headache but my head feels heavy.  oh, don't worry.  i get that all the time if i'm too active.  say, if i've got a full day of school and then extra activities (tuition, club meeting, etc)...all needing a lot of thinking (keke) and may be quite a bit of energy, i'll get a headache by the time i get home at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after that, we went out for lunch.  by the way,we played from 9-12 noon.  well, i took a snack because i've got curry at home.  hehe ^^  although it's left overs from yesterday's lunch, it's still yummy tasting curry............the rest had their lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;overall, the session this morning was very nice.  sweat quite a bit considering that it is winter.  yeah, burnt some calories ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll do this again in a heart beat (extend to 4 hours - LOL! - siao!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-7698217544226102845?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7698217544226102845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=7698217544226102845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7698217544226102845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7698217544226102845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/06/badminton.html' title='badminton'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-9123792770444007587</id><published>2007-05-31T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:01:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is an interesting day</title><content type='html'>I missed the bus in the morning.  so, i into class about 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; late.  but the interesting part is that i opened the door to the lecture hall and i saw this foreign lecturer and the whole hall was dark.  so i thought, oops...got the wrong class.  then i received an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; from my friend saying that when i reach uni, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; find the hall dark and i should grab a pair of 3D glasses up in front of the hall. so, i was like...OH!  i DIDN'T go into the wrong class!  then, i entered the class.  we were learning the different types of microscopes and we were also shown a few 3D pictures of microorganisms.  so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed a couple of friends for their brunch...at 10.  well, probably more of breakfast.  anyway, i was treated to my new found favourite chocolate snack bar!  (but i never had a favourite snack bar in the first place)  It has caramel, biscuit and choc coating.  the caramel is like really smooth and not the super sweet kind.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;...heavenly man...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!  but yeah....THANKS, JASMINE!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...next interesting thing is not really a 'happy' interesting event.  I had my first practical exam at 2 today.  the exam structure was 20 stations/stops and we were all given 4 minutes to complete each station.  Each station has a small set of questions.  it could be calculations, graph or just short answers.  It went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;............................................but right after the exam, i realised that i answered a whole station's questions wrong.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;!  oh well, hopefully that's just the ONLY one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we've got another lecture at 4 but only to brief us on the exam.  we finished in 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;!!!  so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.  i went to the library lounge with a few of my friends.  talked there.  yup, the library has a lounge.  it's so cool.  that's the only place in the library where we can bring food in.  there's all the sofas and a few coffee tables or look-a-likes.  oh man!  should have taken a picture and post it.  next time, next time.  (post title: My university - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had another lecture.  (yup, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thursdays&lt;/span&gt; are packed)  but this lecture wasn't that interesting.  I couldn't understand, partly because i didn't do my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-readings.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. we finished half an hour earlier...as usual.  so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;catched&lt;/span&gt; the earliest bus back.  Oh, this time, i caught one of the "long" buses.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;...the one with 2 parts.  the previous times i went on those kind of buses, i always sat in front.  this time, i sat in the second compartment.  it was kinda cool to see the centre part or the joint of the bus move when the bus made turns.  but other than being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; by the structure of the bus, it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, for dinner, entertained a couple of my neighbours (and of course my sister).  I was assigned to cook cabbage...any cabbage dish, just to finish up the cabbage before it get rotten.  guess what.  i burnt it.  yup, the day when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; guests over, i nicely burnt the cabbage.  LUCKILY, the burnt taste wasn't overwhelming and the cabbage was actually sweet (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, i like the cabbages here).   so, overall, it was a pleasant dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's it for "interesting day".  the last interesting thing i did today is to come up with this almost senseless blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm too free and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been feeling hyper.  yups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-9123792770444007587?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/9123792770444007587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=9123792770444007587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/9123792770444007587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/9123792770444007587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-is-interesting-day.html' title='today is an interesting day'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262582526281335868.post-7070156584291186187</id><published>2007-05-30T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:12:24.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'm suppose to be studying for my Medical Laboratory Science practical exam &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt; but...I just finished my chemistry online quiz and now I feel like taking a break before I hit the books again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So. I've been thinking. I've actually got quite high expectations of myself and of others. In some cases or with some people, my expectations does not seem all that high. In fact, reasonable. But in &lt;strong&gt;MOST&lt;/strong&gt; cases, my expectations of others are high and this, i realise, creates tension in my relationship with the other person or just basically create tension in the atmosphere. The thing is, I get disappointed most of the time and it's also not good for me (health wise). But come to think of it, if i don't have high expectations, then probably nothing will be done at tip-top condition (I'm starting to sound like a perfectionist).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I suppose my mistake is that I don't voice my expectations and then when I push my team mates/colleagues towards what I think is ideal, they don't know what i want exactly and that is where the disappointment sets in. I also have this mentality that if I'm disappointed, I'll 'forgive' them and the way i 'forgive' them, i think, isn't quite right either. I'll go like, "yup, it's ok...Not much damage is done. I'll settle with whatever has been done". Then, the worse part is that I'll let my frustration out by telling others!!!!! oh dear.......................that's not forgiving. It sounds more like stabbing the person behind their back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Having high expectations isn't wrong. Just that we've to learn how to manage others to meet that expectations. Once the management part goes well, whether or not your expectations are met, I've a feeling that you'll still be happy even expectations are not met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, learn a lesson from me. Nicely tell others what you expect especially when it comes to group work. Don't assume that their standard of work is the same as yours. Believe me, it's never the case...speak your mind but there's a way of doing this 'properly' too (properly=not offensive). It's a learning process for you and me. I'm still learning. Just that I'm at the stage of realisation and hopefully moving on to the stage of implementing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Just for sharing...in case some of you don't realise, like i just have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;well, that's all folks! take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-7070156584291186187?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7070156584291186187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=7070156584291186187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7070156584291186187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/7070156584291186187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/05/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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-5262582526281335868.post-5647436647828390516</id><published>2007-05-28T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:45:53.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A matter of formality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Greetings everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Welcome to my newly created blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've decided after many years (exagerated) of consideration to use a blog OTHER than friendster blog.  I've more FREEDOM here!!!!!!!!!!!!  yippee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, I was already contributing to another blog on blogspot. So, might as well use blogspot for myself.  keke.  Friends are also complaining that they find difficulty in putting up comments and what-not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There!  End of "formality blog" =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hope that you'll enjoy reading this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;VVVELCOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cheers ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5262582526281335868-5647436647828390516?l=bonnybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5647436647828390516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5262582526281335868&amp;postID=5647436647828390516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/5647436647828390516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5262582526281335868/posts/default/5647436647828390516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnybunny.blogspot.com/2007/05/matter-of-formality.html' title='A matter of formality'/><author><name>Yan Hua</name><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></feed>
