<?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-1686155897970144520</id><updated>2012-01-01T20:02:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suara Di Minda (Jenaka)</title><subtitle type='html'>Bergurau senda, berjenaka dan bercerita, mengubah rasa di jiwa...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-5939781541208291072</id><published>2009-11-30T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:52:37.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resepi Mudah Nasi Ayam.</title><content type='html'>Subject: Nasi Ayam Aidiladha (resepi yg mudah diikut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahan2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 kilo jagung kering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 periuk nasi semalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedikit air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara membuatnya :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaul semua bahan hingga sebati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu pergi ke reban ayam belakang rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurr .....kurr ... Kurr .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siap dan hidangkan kepada beberapa ekor ayam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidangan untuk 20 ekor ayam &amp; 10 ekor anak ayam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Selamat Menyambut Aidul Adha!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-5939781541208291072?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5939781541208291072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=5939781541208291072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5939781541208291072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5939781541208291072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2009/11/resepi-mudah-nasi-ayam.html' title='Resepi Mudah Nasi Ayam.'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1498928863907386375</id><published>2009-11-12T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:30:06.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Detective</title><content type='html'>A guy suspected that his wife was cheating on him, so he hired a Chinese&lt;br /&gt;    detective... The cheapest one he could find.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    This is his report:&lt;br /&gt;    ===================&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Most honorable sir,&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    You leave house. I watch house. He come house. I watch. He and she leave&lt;br /&gt;    house. I follow. He and she go hotel. I climb tree. I look window. He&lt;br /&gt;    kiss she. She kiss he. He strip she.  She strip he.. He play with she.&lt;br /&gt;    She play with he. I play with me. I fall off tree. I no see.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    No fee,&lt;br /&gt;    HeHeHeHe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1498928863907386375?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1498928863907386375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1498928863907386375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1498928863907386375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1498928863907386375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2009/11/chinese-detective.html' title='Chinese Detective'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1918127914866785699</id><published>2009-06-15T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:51:00.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebut anak.</title><content type='html'>ada satu cerita.... &lt;br /&gt;sepasang suami isteri baru bercerai dan mereka bertengkar untuk tentukan hak penjagaan anak tunggal mereka. pas tu mereka pun pegi ke pejabat agama, jumpa kadi nak minta nasihat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadi tanye kat pompuan tu.... &lt;br /&gt;"kenapa awak rasa awak yang paling layak bela anak tu?" &lt;br /&gt;pompuan tu jawab...  "saya yang mengandungkan anak tu. saya yang melahirkan anak tu. dia keluar dari perut saya." si jantan (suami) terkedu sebab dia tau pas ni kadi akan tanye dia lak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah...sudah...mende aku nak goreng kadi tua ni.... &lt;br /&gt;kadi pun tanye si jantan... &lt;br /&gt;"hah...kamu....bagi alasan kenapa anak tu kamu yang patut bela" &lt;br /&gt;"tuan kadi...kalaulah saya ada syiling seringgit, dan saya 'masukkan' dalam vending machine, pas saya 'tekan satu butang pilihan, maka keluarlah setin air minuman. saya nak tanye tuan..air tin yang keluar dari mesin tu hak saya atau hak mesin?" &lt;br /&gt;jawab kadi.."hak kamu le.."   &lt;br /&gt;jantan tu kata lak.."hah...sama le kes ni pun. kan tuan... kan ... kan "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1918127914866785699?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1918127914866785699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1918127914866785699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1918127914866785699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1918127914866785699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2009/06/rebut-anak.html' title='Rebut anak.'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7284750538467895742</id><published>2009-06-02T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:14:00.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 ciuman</title><content type='html'>Ini kisah dari teman gue lho dari seberang... begini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaman ni zaman susah. Harga minyak naik terus, akibatnya terjadi pemberhentian di berbagai syarikat. Salah satunya yg terkena pemberhentian ialah Suparjo dari Semarang , Indon. Bulan ni dia tak dapat kirim wang utk isterinya di kampung halaman. Hanya dapat kirim surat yg isinya demikian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isteriku tercinta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan kanda sayang, bulan ni kanda tak dapat kirim wang utk keperluan keluarga di rumah. Kanda hanya dapat mengirimkan buatmu 1000 ciuman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paling cinta,&lt;br /&gt;Kanda Suparjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminggu kemudian Suparjo mendapat surat balasan dari isteri tercintanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanda Suparjo tersayang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih atas kiriman 1000 ciumanmu. Utk bulan ini Dinda akan menyampaikan laporan perbelanjaan keluarga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tukang minyak bersedia menerima 2 ciuman setiap kali membeli 5 liter minyak tanah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tukang letrik mahu dibayar dengan 4 ciuman setiap 10hb setiap bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuan rumah mahu sewanya dibayar ansuran 3 kali ciuman setiap hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokeh kedai runcit tak mahu dibayar pakai ciuman. Dia mintak yg lain jadi Dinda terpaksa berikan saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal yg sama juga kepada Guru Besar dan guru kelas sekolah di Nanang yg dah 3 bulan tertunggak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok Dinda nak ke pajak gadai utk tukar 200 ciuman dgn wang tunai sebab Tokeh pajak gadai dah sedia tukarkan 200 ciuman dan gadaian yg lain dgn wang Rp650 ribu. Lumayan buat belanja sebulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keperluan peribadi Dinda bulan ni mencapai 50 ciuman. Kanda tersayang.. bulan ni Dinda merasa menjadi org paling kaya di kampung kita kerana Dinda berikan hutang ciuman kepada ramai pemuda di kampung dan siap ditukar dengan apa pun keperluan Dinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang dari kanda masih berbaki 125 ciuman, kanda ada fikiran bagaimana mahu dihabiskan? Atau Dinda simpan dululah dalam tabung yer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paling sayang,&lt;br /&gt;dari Dinda Suti Nirwingsih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....gedebuk. .. Suparjo pengsan!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7284750538467895742?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7284750538467895742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7284750538467895742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7284750538467895742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7284750538467895742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2009/06/1000-ciuman.html' title='1000 ciuman'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8945488321670454358</id><published>2009-05-27T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:09:00.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulu dan kini...</title><content type='html'>Di suatu malam yang dingin, di dalam sebuah bilik yang sederhana besar, di atas katil...... sepasang suami isteri yang telah lanjut usia baru  masuk tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suaminya telah mula mengantuk tapi isterinya terbangkit  perasaan ghairah malam itu.... Si isteri bersuara, "Dulu-dulu tu.... abang selalu pegang tangan saya bila kita  nak tido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suaminya dengan separuh sedar, menggenggam tangan isterinya, lepas tu mula mengantuk semula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa ketika lepas tu, si isteri bersuara lagi, "Kemudian tu.... abang  selalu cium saya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si suami dengan rasa terganggu, mengangkat kepalanya dan menyentuh bibirnya ke pipi si isteri. Lepas tu sambung tido balik. Selepas beberapa saat, si isteri bersuara lagi, "Kemudian tu.... abang selalu gigit-gigit leher saya......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan perasaan marah dan geram, si suami melontar selimutnya dan bangun dari katil tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si isteri bertanya, "Abang nak gi mana tu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan marah suaminya menjawab, "Nak gi amik gigi ...la ni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8945488321670454358?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8945488321670454358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8945488321670454358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8945488321670454358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8945488321670454358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2009/05/dulu-dan-kini.html' title='Dulu dan kini...'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-2602683707150241812</id><published>2009-05-20T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:07:00.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawak sesaja...</title><content type='html'>Di suatu pagi, seorang anak lelaki keluar dari biliknya dan bertanya pada neneknya:&lt;br /&gt;"Nenek, mana Papa dan Mama?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mereka masih di dalam bilik..." neneknya menjawab.&lt;br /&gt;Anak itu tertawa kemudian sarapan sendirian lalu pergi sekolah. Ketika pulang.. anak lelaki bertanya lagi pada neneknya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dimana Papa dan Mama?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mereka masih di dalam bilik" neneknya kembali menjawab.&lt;br /&gt;Anak itu tertawa geli, lalu menghabiskan makan tengaharinya dan pergi bermain. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Malam harinya barulah anak lelaki tadi pulang untuk makan malam. Sebelum makan, si anak itu bertanya lagi pada neneknya:&lt;br /&gt;"Di mana Papa dan Mama?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masih di dalam bilik" jawab nenek.&lt;br /&gt;Anak itu tertawa geli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa dari tadi aku perhatikan engkau ketawa saja?!" tanya neneknya dengan nada tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si anak menjawab,&lt;br /&gt;"Semalam Papa masuk ke bilik saya untuk meminta gel pelembab kulit, tapi saya bagi gam Super Glue..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-2602683707150241812?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2602683707150241812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=2602683707150241812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2602683707150241812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2602683707150241812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2009/05/lawak-sesaja.html' title='Lawak sesaja...'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-5909633253325074301</id><published>2009-04-30T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:01:00.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialog Teruna dan Dara</title><content type='html'>Teruna : Akhirnya inilah saat yang aku tunggu sekian lama&lt;br /&gt;Dara : Apakah kau rela kalau aku pergi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teruna : Tentu tidak! Jangan sesekali kau berfikiran begitu!&lt;br /&gt;Dara : Apakah kau mencintaiku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teruna : Tentu! Selamanya akan tetap begitu!&lt;br /&gt;Dara : Apakah kau pernah berlaku curang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teruna : Tidak ! Aku tak akan melakukan hal seburuk itu!&lt;br /&gt;Dara : Mahukah kau menciumku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teruna : Ya !&lt;br /&gt;Dara : Sayangku.... ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesudah 5 tahun perkahwinan. .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang baca dari bawah keatas pulak.....heheheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-5909633253325074301?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5909633253325074301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=5909633253325074301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5909633253325074301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5909633253325074301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2009/04/dialog-teruna-dan-dara.html' title='Dialog Teruna dan Dara'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7124579032931544636</id><published>2009-04-27T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:01:23.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teka-teki 3</title><content type='html'>1) Lubang ape yang rasanye hangat, nikmat dan nyaman?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: LUBANGun pagi2, tarik selimut pas tu tido balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Minyak ape yang disukai oleh lelaki?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: MINYAKsikan pertandingan bolasepak Liga-M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Kuih ape yang bungkusnya di dalam, isinya di luar?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Kuih salah bikin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Binatang ape power Karate?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Kuda belang. Cube kira brape black belt dia ade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Siape yang menemukan dompet kulit?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Yang menemukan dompet kulit tersebut tolong pulangkan kepada saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Pintu ape yang walaupun dengan 10 org pun tak leh nak tolak?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Pintu yang ade tulis 'TARIK'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Saya ade 3 kepala, 4 tangan dan 5 kaki...siapakah saya?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  Pembohong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Apa dia 'Jauh di mata, dekat di hati'?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Usus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Binatang tubuhnya kat kepala?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Kutu rambut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Nenek sape jalannya meloncat-loncat?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Neneknye si katak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Knape lelaki jarang kene penyakit anjing gila?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Sbb lelaki ni kan, 'buaya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Ape beza sekretari baik ngan sekretari kurang baik?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: - Sekretari baik..................'Selamat pagi tuan'&lt;br /&gt;   - Sekretari kurang baik...........'Dah pagi ni tuan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Ape persamaan Michael Jordan ngan Michael Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Dua-dua tak kenal korang...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Tukang ape yang kalau dipanggil, die menjenguk ke atas?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Tukang gali kubur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Nak mencari sikit punye susah, bile dah dapat buang,ape bendanya?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Tahi hidung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Ape persamaan kain jemuran ngan telefon?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Dua-dua kalau dah 'kringgg' bole diangkat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Kenape pokok kelapa kat depan rumah harus ditebang?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Mestilah kene tebang, sape pulak yg sanggup nak cabut pokok kelapa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Gajah terbang dengan ape?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Dengan susah payah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7124579032931544636?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7124579032931544636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7124579032931544636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7124579032931544636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7124579032931544636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2009/04/teka-teki-3.html' title='Teka-teki 3'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-9008174941544189833</id><published>2008-11-21T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:14:00.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keistimewaan Wanita</title><content type='html'>1-berdarah tiap2 bulan tapi tak mati2 &lt;br /&gt;2-hidang susu fresh tanpa pergi kekedai &lt;br /&gt;3-mengeraskan hotdog tanpa peti sejuk &lt;br /&gt;4-ditikam bertubi2 tapi tak mati2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-9008174941544189833?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/9008174941544189833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=9008174941544189833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/9008174941544189833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/9008174941544189833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/11/keistimewaan-wanita.html' title='Keistimewaan Wanita'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-2844151539093170979</id><published>2008-11-17T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:12:01.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katak Hijau</title><content type='html'>Pada suatu ari kita pegi ke sebuah gua. &lt;br /&gt;Penjaga gua tu kate, dlm gua tu ada katak ijau. &lt;br /&gt;Jgn pijak katak tu sbb klu pijak, dpt su ami tak hensem. &lt;br /&gt;Dlm gua tu saya je terpijak katak ijau, tapi awak tak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu, tiba masa kita kawin. Suami saya mmg tak hensem. &lt;br /&gt;Tapi suami awak hensem. Saya tak puas ati la! &lt;br /&gt;So saya tanya suami awak kenapa kawin ngan awak? Saya lg cantik &lt;br /&gt;malah berganda cantik dr awak. Pastu dia jwb "nak wat caner, &lt;br /&gt;dulu saya pun terpijak katak ijau tuu..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-2844151539093170979?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2844151539093170979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=2844151539093170979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2844151539093170979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2844151539093170979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/11/katak-hijau.html' title='Katak Hijau'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8063944513817120272</id><published>2008-11-13T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:11:01.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condom vs Kotex</title><content type='html'>Condom: Bullshit u! every month u stop my business for 1 week! Damn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotex: Aaaaahhhhh!! if u make 1 single mistake, i'll lose my business for 9 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8063944513817120272?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8063944513817120272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8063944513817120272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8063944513817120272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8063944513817120272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/11/condom-vs-kotex.html' title='Condom vs Kotex'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-731055798240186178</id><published>2008-11-09T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:10:01.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kentut</title><content type='html'>org Amerika kentut ckp EXCUSE ME &lt;br /&gt;org British kentut ckp PARDON ME &lt;br /&gt;org Singapore kentut ckp FORGIVE ME &lt;br /&gt;org kita kentut ckp NOT ME! NOT ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-731055798240186178?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/731055798240186178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=731055798240186178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/731055798240186178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/731055798240186178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/11/kentut.html' title='Kentut'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-4158194574106672700</id><published>2008-11-05T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:07:48.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putar Alam</title><content type='html'>Boss berkata kepada Secretary : Kita akan outstation selama seminggu, jadi aturkan segalanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary menelefon Suaminya : Untuk seminggu boss saya dan saya akan &lt;br /&gt;outstation, awak pandai2 jaga diri nanti... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami menelefon Buah Hatinya : Isteri saya akan outstation selama seminggu, jadi mari kita habiskan masa bersama-sama. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buah Hati menelefon Murid tuisyennya : Saya kene bekerja selama seminggu, jadi awak tak perlu datang untuk tuisyen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid tuisyen tersebut menelefon Atuknya : Atuk, untuk seminggu saya takde kelas sebab cikgu saya sibuk. Mari kita habiskan masa bersama... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atuk (the 1st boss) menelefon Secretary : Minggu ni saya nak abiskan masa bersama cucu saya.. Batalkan outstation tuh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary menelefon Suaminya : Minggu ni boss saya ade kerja, kami dah &lt;br /&gt;membatalkan outstation tu... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami menelefon Buah Hatinya : Kita tak dapat nak habiskan masa bersama untuk minggu ni, isteri saya dah membatalkan outstationnya. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buah Hati menelefon Murid Tuisyennya : Minggu ni kelas tuisyen mcm biase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid Tuisyen menelefon Atuknya : Atuk, cikgu saya cakap minggu ni saya kene pergi kelas tuisyen. Sori, saya tak bleh temankan atuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atuk menelefon Secretary : Jangan risau, minggu ni kita outstation. Jadi uruskan semuanya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woakakaka... . .penat aku nak tulih lagi nie....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-4158194574106672700?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4158194574106672700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=4158194574106672700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4158194574106672700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4158194574106672700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/11/putar-alam.html' title='Putar Alam'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7902873028882678399</id><published>2008-09-05T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:24:00.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Hour</title><content type='html'>During their silver anniversary, a wife reminded her husband,&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember when you proposed to me, I was so overwhelmed that I didn't talk for an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby replied : "Yes, honey, that was indeed the happiest hour of my married life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7902873028882678399?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7902873028882678399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7902873028882678399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7902873028882678399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7902873028882678399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/09/happiest-hour.html' title='Happiest Hour'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1806872752460318848</id><published>2008-09-03T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:21:00.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break off</title><content type='html'>Tijah ingin memutuskan perhubungan dengan boyfriend MAT SALLEHnya....&lt;br /&gt;Dia tak sanggup bertemu muka, Lalu dia pun mengutus surat... surat tu macam ni bunyinya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;My motive write this letter is to give know you something. I WANT TO CUT CONNECTION US. I have think about this very cook cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i clap one hand only. Correctly, i have seen you and she together at town with eyes myself. You always ask for apology back back. I don't trust you&lt;br /&gt;again!!! You are really crocodile land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend speak you play wood three. Now i know you correct correct play wood three. so,i break connection to pull my body from this love triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this result i pick is very correct, because you love she very high from me. So, i break off to go far from here. I don't want you to play play with my liver. I have been crying until no more eye water thinking about you.I don't want banana to fruit two times ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe walk .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tijah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1806872752460318848?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1806872752460318848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1806872752460318848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1806872752460318848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1806872752460318848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/09/break-off.html' title='Break off'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-999339899602033287</id><published>2008-09-01T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:21:00.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain Lazy</title><content type='html'>The man told his doctor that he wasn't able to do all the things around the house that he used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the examination was complete, he said;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, Doc, I can take it. Tell me in plain English - what is wrong with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, in plain English", the doctor replied, "you're just lazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..." said the man. "Now give me the really complicated medical term so that I can tell my wife."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-999339899602033287?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/999339899602033287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=999339899602033287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/999339899602033287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/999339899602033287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/09/plain-lazy.html' title='Plain Lazy'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1093538428320883430</id><published>2008-08-31T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:18:00.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut-up</title><content type='html'>If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the front door, who do you let in first ?&lt;br /&gt;The dog of course . At least it will shut up after you let him in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1093538428320883430?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1093538428320883430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1093538428320883430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1093538428320883430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1093538428320883430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/shut-up.html' title='Shut-up'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-3964744675120144470</id><published>2008-08-29T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:20:01.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Children</title><content type='html'>A couple had three children.&lt;br /&gt;Two of them were bright, smart, and handsome but the third child was dull, ugly, and backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the hubby got suspicious and asked: "Are the third child really mine? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes, dear, " replied the wife, " .......... but the other two are not. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-3964744675120144470?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3964744675120144470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=3964744675120144470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3964744675120144470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3964744675120144470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/three-children.html' title='Three Children'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-5514394023535484749</id><published>2008-08-27T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:18:00.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's love story...</title><content type='html'>A little old couple walked slowly into a McDonald's one cold winter evening.&lt;br /&gt;They looked out of place amid the young families and young couples eating there that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the customers looked admiringly at them. You could tell what the admirers were thinking: "Look, there is a couple who has been through a lot together, probably for 60 years or more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little old man walked up to the cash register, placed his order with no hesitation and then paid for their meal. The couple took a table near the back wall and started taking food off of the tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one hamburger, one order of french fries and one drink. The little old man unwrapped the plain hamburger and carefully cut it in half. He placed one half in front of his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he carefully counted out the french fries, divided them in two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife. He took a sip of the drink, and then his wife took a sip as the man began to eat his few bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, you could tell what people around the old couple were saying. - "They were used to sharing everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the crowd noticed that the little old lady still hadn't eaten a thing. She just sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally sipped some of the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man came over and begged them to let him buy them another meal.&lt;br /&gt;The lady explained that no, they were used to sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the little old man finished eating and was wiping his face neatly with a napkin, the young man could stand it no longer and asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being politely refused again, he finally asked the little old lady, "Ma'am, why aren't you eating. You said that you share everything. What is it that you are waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered, "THE TEETH"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-5514394023535484749?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5514394023535484749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=5514394023535484749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5514394023535484749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5514394023535484749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/mcdonalds-love-story.html' title='McDonald&apos;s love story...'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-899279124818111193</id><published>2008-08-25T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:25:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marriage is...</title><content type='html'>How do most men define marriage?&lt;br /&gt;An expensive way to get laundry done for free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-899279124818111193?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/899279124818111193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=899279124818111193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/899279124818111193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/899279124818111193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/marriage-is.html' title='The Marriage is...'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-69505288090075211</id><published>2008-08-23T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:23:00.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I asked my wife : " Where do you want to go on our anniversary ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said : " Oh ! Somewhere I have never been before ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her : " How about the kitchen ? "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-69505288090075211?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/69505288090075211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=69505288090075211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/69505288090075211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/69505288090075211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding-anniversary.html' title='Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1114334803823694686</id><published>2008-08-21T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:26:00.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding hands</title><content type='html'>We always hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;If I let go, she shops !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1114334803823694686?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1114334803823694686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1114334803823694686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1114334803823694686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1114334803823694686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/holding-hands.html' title='Holding hands'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1073292005280492075</id><published>2008-08-19T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:19:00.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Men</title><content type='html'>A man was leaving a cafe with his morning coffee when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession. A funeral coffin was followed by a second one about 50 feet behind the first. Behind the second coffin was a solitary man walking with a black dog. Behind him was a queue of 200 men walking in single line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man couldn't stand his curiosity. He approached the man walking with the dog, "I am so sorry for your loss, and I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this with so many of you walking in single line. Whose funeral is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "Well, that first coffin is for my wife." The inquisitive man asked, "What happened to her?" The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He inquired further, "Well, who is in the second coffin?" The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog attacked and killed her also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two men. Then the first one asks in excitement "Can I borrow the dog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied "Please join the queue."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1073292005280492075?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1073292005280492075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1073292005280492075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1073292005280492075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1073292005280492075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/mean-men.html' title='Mean Men'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8516704272071566328</id><published>2008-08-17T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:15:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When English Is Not Your Mother Tongue (5)</title><content type='html'>Hotel, Vienna:&lt;br /&gt;IN CASE OF FIRE, DO YOUR UTMOST TO ALARM THE HOTEL PORTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest:&lt;br /&gt;IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN ON OUR BLACK FOREST CAMPING SITE THAT PEOPLE OF DIFFERENT SEX, FOR INSTANCE, MEN AND WOMEN, LIVE TOGETHER IN ONE TENT UNLESS THEY ARE MARRIED WITH EACH OTHER FOR THIS PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Zurich:&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF THE IMPROPRIETY OF ENTERTAINING GUESTS OF THE OPPOSITE SEX IN THE BEDROOM, IT IS SUGGESTED THAT THE LOBBY BE USED FOR THIS PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laundry in Rome:&lt;br /&gt;LADIES, LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES HERE AND SPEND THE AFTERNOON HAVING A GOOD TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement for donkey rides, Thailand:&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU LIKE TO RIDE ON YOUR OWN ASS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8516704272071566328?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8516704272071566328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8516704272071566328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8516704272071566328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8516704272071566328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-english-is-not-your-mother-tongue_17.html' title='When English Is Not Your Mother Tongue (5)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7111998097836084778</id><published>2008-08-15T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:13:00.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When English Is Not Your Mother Tongue (4)</title><content type='html'>Hotel brochure, Italy:&lt;br /&gt;THIS HOTEL IS RENOWNED FOR ITS PEACE AND SOLITUDE. IN FACT, CROWDS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD FLOCK HERE TO ENJOY ITS SOLITUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel elevator, Paris:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LEAVE YOUR VALUES AT THE FRONT DESK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Yugoslavia:&lt;br /&gt;THE FLATTENING OF UNDERWEAR WITH PLEASURE IS THE JOB OF THE CHAMBERMAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Japan:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE INVITED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE CHAMBERMAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an East African newspaper:&lt;br /&gt;A NEW SWIMMING POOL IS RAPIDLY TAKING SHAPE SIN CE THE CONTRACTORS HAVE THROWN IN THE BULK OF THEIR WORKERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7111998097836084778?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7111998097836084778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-3322775736991332451</id><published>2008-08-13T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:12:00.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When English Is Not Your Mother Tongue (3)</title><content type='html'>Tokyo hotel's rules and regulations:&lt;br /&gt;GUESTS ARE REQUESTED NOT TO SMOKE OR DO OTHER DISGUSTING BEHAVIOURS IN BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the menu of a Swiss restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;OUR WINES LEAVE YOU NOTHING TO HOPE FOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Tokyo bar:&lt;br /&gt;SPECIAL COCKTAILS FOR THE LADIES WITH NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Bangkok temple:&lt;br /&gt;IT IS FORBIDDEN TO ENTER A WOMAN EVEN A FOREIGNER IF DRESSED AS A MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel room notice, Chiang-Mai,Thailand:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO NOT BRING SOLICITORS INTO YOUR ROOM.&lt;div 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(3)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1574756347386784757</id><published>2008-08-11T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:11:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When English Is Not Your Mother Tongue (2)</title><content type='html'>In a Nairobi Restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;CUSTO MER WHO FIND OUR WAITRESSES RUDE OUGHT TO SEE THE MANAGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an Athi River highway:&lt;br /&gt;TAKE NOTICE: WHEN THIS SIGN IS UNDER WATER, THIS ROAD IS IMPASSABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a city restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;OPEN SEVEN DAYS A WEEK, AND WEEKENDS TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a cemetery:&lt;br /&gt;PERSONS ARE PROHIBITED FROM PICKING FLOWERS FROM ANY BUT THEIR OWN GRAVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign in Japanese public bath:&lt;br /&gt;FOREIGN GUESTS ARE REQUESTED NOT TO PULL COCK IN TUB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1574756347386784757?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1574756347386784757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1574756347386784757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1574756347386784757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1574756347386784757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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IF YOU HAVE ANY SUITABLE FOOD, GIVE IT TO THE GUARD ON DUTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor's office, Rome:&lt;br /&gt;SPECIALIST IN WOMEN AND OTHER DISEASES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information booklet about using a hotel air conditioner, Japan:&lt;br /&gt;COOLS AND HEATS: IF YOU WANT TO CONDITION OF COOL AIR IN YOUR ROOM, PLEASE CONTROL YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign in men's rest room in Japan:&lt;br /&gt;TO STOP LEAK TURN COCK TO THE RIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-6306277451365235240?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6306277451365235240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=6306277451365235240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6306277451365235240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6306277451365235240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-english-is-not-your-mother-tongue.html' title='When English Is Not Your Mother Tongue (1)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-4188236574399234242</id><published>2008-08-07T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:13:14.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls, cancel her credit card!</title><content type='html'>This is too funny! It takes all kinds to make the world go round. Be sure and cancel your credit cards before you die. This is easy to see happening, customer service being what it is.... My Aunt died this past January. Bank billed her for February and March for! Their monthly service charge on her credit card, and then added late fees and interest on the monthly charge...the balance had been $0.00...now it was somewhere aroundÂ $60.00 I placed the following phone call to Bank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I am calling to tell you that she died in January."&lt;br /&gt;Bank: "The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Maybe, you should turn it over to collections"&lt;br /&gt;Bank: "Since it is 2 months past due, it already has been."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So, what will they do when they find out she is dead?"&lt;br /&gt;Bank: "Either report her account to the frauds division, or report her to the credit bureau maybe both!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you think God will be mad at her?"&lt;br /&gt;Bank:"...excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you just get what I was telling you.... the part about her being dead?"&lt;br /&gt;Bank: "Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor!" (Supervisor gets on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ''I'm calling to tell you, she died in January."&lt;br /&gt;Bank: "The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."&lt;br /&gt;Me:Â "You mean you want to collect from her estate?"&lt;br /&gt;Bank: ".....(stammer)"Â .... "Are you her lawyer?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, I'm her great nephew." (Lawyer info given...)&lt;br /&gt;Bank: "Could you fax us a certificate of death?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:Â "Sure." (Fax number is given )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( After they get the fax. )&lt;br /&gt;Bank:Â "Our system just isn't setup for death"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh..."&lt;br /&gt;Bank: "I don't know what more I can do to help..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well... if you figure it out, great! If not, you could just keep billing her... I suppose...don't really think she will care...."&lt;br /&gt;Bank: "Well...the late fees and charges do still apply."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "'Would you like her new billing address?"&lt;br /&gt;Bank:Â "That might help."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nilai Memorial Park Cemetery (North South Highway and plot number given.)&lt;br /&gt;Bank: "Sir, that's a cemetery!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What do you do with dead people on your planet?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-4188236574399234242?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4188236574399234242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=4188236574399234242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4188236574399234242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4188236574399234242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/pls-cancel-her-credit-card.html' title='Pls, cancel her credit card!'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7346809969894082174</id><published>2008-08-05T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:55:00.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we love children (11)</title><content type='html'>A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father. She stands next to the barber chair, while her dad gets his hair cut, eating a snack cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber says to her, "Sweetheart, you're gonna get hair on your Twinkie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Yes, I know, and I'm gonna get boobs too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7346809969894082174?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7346809969894082174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7346809969894082174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7346809969894082174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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thought about it for a few moments and asked, "If I can find a smooth one, can I play with him?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-6228086376973028102?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6228086376973028102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=6228086376973028102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6228086376973028102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6228086376973028102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-we-love-children-10.html' title='Why we love children (10)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-5204786923812471447</id><published>2008-08-01T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:53:00.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we love children (9)</title><content type='html'>A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, "I'm Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, "I'm Jane Sugarbrown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vicar spoke to her in Sunday School, and said, "Aren't you Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "I thought I was, but mother says I'm not."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-5204786923812471447?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5204786923812471447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=5204786923812471447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5204786923812471447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5204786923812471447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-we-love-children-9.html' title='Why we love children (9)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-5350606274834749382</id><published>2008-07-29T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:51:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we love children (8)</title><content type='html'>One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken Little tried to warn the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read, ".... and so Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said, "The sky is falling, the sky is falling!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you think that farmer said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little girl raised her hand and said, "I think he said: "Holy Shit! A talking chicken!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-5350606274834749382?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5350606274834749382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=5350606274834749382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5350606274834749382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5350606274834749382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-we-love-children-8.html' title='Why we love children (8)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-2067619693675014239</id><published>2008-07-27T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:49:00.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we love children (7)</title><content type='html'>A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, "Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that son of a bitch is nine...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy answered, "I'm doing my math homework, Mum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?" the mother asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he answered.&lt;br /&gt;Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, "What are you teaching my son in math?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher replied, "Right now, we are learning addition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother asked, "And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a bitch is four?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, "What I taught them was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-2067619693675014239?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2067619693675014239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=2067619693675014239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2067619693675014239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2067619693675014239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-we-love-children-7.html' title='Why we love children (7)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-6962535302112229408</id><published>2008-07-26T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:02:59.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/family_images/6/66/c29b9c82ab40db1e57507e8c3c8aa3.png" border="0" alt="Pyzam Family Sticker Toy" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Create your own family sticker graphic at pYzam.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNzAzNzU3NjcwMyZwdD*xMjE3MDM3Nzc1MzI4JnA9MzkwMSZkPXB5emFtJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-6962535302112229408?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6962535302112229408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=6962535302112229408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6962535302112229408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6962535302112229408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/loving-couple.html' title='Loving Couple'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-229525488063547327</id><published>2008-07-25T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:46:00.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we love children (6)</title><content type='html'>When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the shower. She said, "Mummy, you are getting fat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Yes, honey, remember Mummy has a baby growing in my tummy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," she replied, but what's growing in your butt?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-229525488063547327?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/229525488063547327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=229525488063547327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/229525488063547327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/229525488063547327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-we-love-children-6.html' title='Why we love children (6)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-4948771554548350148</id><published>2008-07-23T09:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:44:00.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we love children (5)</title><content type='html'>It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children's sermon. All the children were invited to come forward. One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, "That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied, directly into the pastor's clip-on microphone, "Yes, and my Mom says it's a bitch to iron."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-4948771554548350148?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4948771554548350148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=4948771554548350148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4948771554548350148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4948771554548350148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-we-love-children-5.html' title='Why we love children (5)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-5083119824360727292</id><published>2008-07-21T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:43:00.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we love children (4)</title><content type='html'>One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, "Mummy, will you sleep with me tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. " I can't dear," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"I have to sleep in Daddy's room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: "The big sissy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-5083119824360727292?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5083119824360727292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=5083119824360727292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5083119824360727292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5083119824360727292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-we-love-children-4.html' title='Why we love children (4)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1237686973415922000</id><published>2008-07-19T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:42:01.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we love children (3)</title><content type='html'>An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him "How do you expect to get into Heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy thought it over and said, "Well, I'll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St Peter says, "For Heaven's sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1237686973415922000?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1237686973415922000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1237686973415922000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1237686973415922000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1237686973415922000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-we-love-children-3.html' title='Why we love children (3)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-2461125864635285616</id><published>2008-07-17T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:40:00.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we love children (2)</title><content type='html'>A small boy is sent to bed by his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later....."Da-ad...."&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm thirsty. Can you bring a drink of water?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, You had your chance. Lights out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later: "Da-aaaad....."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of water??"&lt;br /&gt;"I told you NO! If you ask again, I'll have to spank you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later......"Daaaa-aaaad....."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;"When you come in to spank me, can you bring a drink of water?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-2461125864635285616?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2461125864635285616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=2461125864635285616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2461125864635285616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2461125864635285616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-we-love-children-2.html' title='Why we love children (2)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7383664384154245533</id><published>2008-07-15T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:31:00.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we love children (1)</title><content type='html'>A kindergarten pupil told his teacher he'd found a cat, but it was dead.&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know that the cat was dead?" she asked her pupil.&lt;br /&gt;"Because I pissed in its ear and it didn't move," answered the child innocently.&lt;br /&gt;"You did WHAT ? ! ?" the teacher exclaimed in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;"You know,"explained the boy, "I leaned over and went 'Pssst!' and it didn't move."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7383664384154245533?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7383664384154245533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7383664384154245533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7383664384154245533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7383664384154245533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-we-love-children-1.html' title='Why we love children (1)'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-6536536327490773459</id><published>2008-07-13T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:16:00.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam&amp;Dol : Sila datang lagi.</title><content type='html'>SAM: Dah dua kali perompak yang sama datang merompak kedai kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOL : Tu lah aku dah cakap kat kau, jangan pasang signboard "SILA DATANG LAGI"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-6536536327490773459?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6536536327490773459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=6536536327490773459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6536536327490773459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6536536327490773459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/sam-sila-datang-lagi.html' title='Sam&amp;Dol : Sila datang lagi.'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-6689966148166812678</id><published>2008-07-11T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:15:00.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam&amp;Dol : Batuk</title><content type='html'>SAM : Dol, aku dengar bunyi batuk kau makin teruk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOL : Iya ke? kalau macam ni aku kena banyak berlatih agar dapat batuk dengan lebih baik lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-6689966148166812678?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6689966148166812678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=6689966148166812678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6689966148166812678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6689966148166812678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/sam-batuk.html' title='Sam&amp;Dol : Batuk'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-4323505188696232260</id><published>2008-07-09T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:14:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam&amp;Dol : AIDS</title><content type='html'>SAM: Aku ada AIDS? mana ada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOL: Aku baca 1 dari 10 orang kat Negara ni ada aids. Aku dah tanya 9 orang, semua tak ada aids, kau orang ke 10, tak payah tanya, aku dah tahu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-4323505188696232260?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4323505188696232260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=4323505188696232260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4323505188696232260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4323505188696232260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/sam-aids.html' title='Sam&amp;Dol : AIDS'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8044666199548572140</id><published>2008-07-07T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:13:00.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam&amp;Dol : Candle light dinner</title><content type='html'>SAM: Aku tengok kau beberapa hari ini "candle light dinner" dengan bini kau, mesti dia suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOL: Dia marahlah. Aku lupa nak bayar bil elektrik, api rumah aku dah kena potong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8044666199548572140?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8044666199548572140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8044666199548572140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8044666199548572140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8044666199548572140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/sam-candle-light-dinner.html' title='Sam&amp;Dol : Candle light dinner'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8619664377353645548</id><published>2008-07-05T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:09:00.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam&amp;Dol : Gula dan garam</title><content type='html'>SAM: Apasal kopi yang kau buat ni rasa masin?&lt;br /&gt;DOL: Gula dah habis!&lt;br /&gt;SAM: Yang kau pergi campur garam apasal?&lt;br /&gt;DOL: Kan aku kata, sebab gula dah habislah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8619664377353645548?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8619664377353645548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8619664377353645548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8619664377353645548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8619664377353645548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/sam-gula-dan-garam.html' title='Sam&amp;Dol : Gula dan garam'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-5068714860965943204</id><published>2008-07-03T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:08:00.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam&amp;Dol : Hantu</title><content type='html'>SAM: Semalam aku nampak hantu!&lt;br /&gt;DOL: Uih! kau terkejut tak?&lt;br /&gt;SAM: Taklah.... hantu tu yang terkejur tengok aku.&lt;br /&gt;DOL: Mana kau tahu?&lt;br /&gt;SAM: Aku tengok muka dia pucat semacam jer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-5068714860965943204?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5068714860965943204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=5068714860965943204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5068714860965943204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5068714860965943204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/sam-hantu.html' title='Sam&amp;Dol : Hantu'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-3656858208115554042</id><published>2008-07-02T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:07:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam&amp;Dol : Mati lemas</title><content type='html'>SAM: Kau kata binatang peliharaan kau mati lemas? Mana kau tau dia mati lemas?&lt;br /&gt;DOL: Sebab aku bela ikan emas. aku jumpa ia mati dalam air!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-3656858208115554042?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3656858208115554042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=3656858208115554042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3656858208115554042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3656858208115554042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/sam-mati-lemas.html' title='Sam&amp;Dol : Mati lemas'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7659766669646102781</id><published>2008-07-01T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:06:00.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam&amp;Dol : 2 ringgit</title><content type='html'>SAM: Apasal ko marah kat tokey kedai 2 ringgit tu?&lt;br /&gt;DOL: Sebab dia tipu. Aku beli 3 barang dia mintak 6 ringgit. Kata kedai 2 ringgit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7659766669646102781?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7659766669646102781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7659766669646102781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7659766669646102781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7659766669646102781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/07/sam-2-ringgit.html' title='Sam&amp;Dol : 2 ringgit'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-6189173049990987019</id><published>2008-06-29T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:08:23.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam&amp;Dol : Susu segar</title><content type='html'>SAM : Kenapa kamu cakap minum susu segar boleh bawa maut?&lt;br /&gt;DOL : Sebab semalam semasa aku tengah minum, lembu tu terajang aku. Nasib baik tak mati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-6189173049990987019?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6189173049990987019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=6189173049990987019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6189173049990987019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6189173049990987019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/sam-susu-segar.html' title='Sam&amp;Dol : Susu segar'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1211499800410766055</id><published>2008-06-27T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:48:00.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever scrabble</title><content type='html'>Someone out there either has too much spare time or is deadly at Scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;(Wait till you see the last one)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DORMITORY:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;DIRTY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESBYTERIAN:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONOMER:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;MOON STARER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EYES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THEY SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE BUSH:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORSE CODE:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HERE COME DOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOT MACHINES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;CASH LOST IN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMOSITY:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IS NO AMITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTION RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;LIES - LET'S RECOUNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DECIMAL POINT:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1211499800410766055?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1211499800410766055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1211499800410766055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1211499800410766055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1211499800410766055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/clever-scrabble.html' title='Clever scrabble'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-6393915292817096583</id><published>2008-06-25T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:31:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Logic</title><content type='html'>Father : "I want you to marry a girl of my choice."&lt;br /&gt;Son      : "I will choose my own bride!"&lt;br /&gt;Father : "But the girl is Bill Gate's daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Son      : "Well, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Father approaches Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;Father : "I have a husband for your daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "But my daughter is too young to marry!"&lt;br /&gt;Father : "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "Ah, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank.&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I have a young man to be recommended as a Vice-president."&lt;br /&gt;President: "But I already have more vice-presidents than I need!"&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But this young man is Bill Gate's son-in-law."&lt;br /&gt;President: "Ah, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how business is done!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-6393915292817096583?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6393915292817096583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=6393915292817096583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6393915292817096583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6393915292817096583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/business-logic.html' title='Business Logic'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8373459432942320710</id><published>2008-06-23T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:02:46.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing English</title><content type='html'>1. If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why the man who invests all your money called a broker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If horrific means to make horrible, does terrific mean to Make terrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why is it called building when it is already built?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you're not supposed to drink and drive, then why do Bars have parking lots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you take an Oriental person and spin him around Several times, does he become disoriented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?? Human ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If working hours are meant for working, then why are you reading this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Back to WORK !&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8373459432942320710?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8373459432942320710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8373459432942320710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8373459432942320710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8373459432942320710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/confusing-english.html' title='Confusing English'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7370440470235809213</id><published>2008-06-11T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:13:01.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to dad</title><content type='html'>A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was addressed "Dad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real happiness with Randy and he is so nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when you meet him you'll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the this happiness Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old these days, is it?), and has no money,really these things shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the page were the letters "PTO". Hands still trembling, and slight pain in the chest her father turned the sheet, and read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7370440470235809213?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7370440470235809213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7370440470235809213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7370440470235809213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7370440470235809213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/letter-to-dad.html' title='Letter to dad'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8130670272233199070</id><published>2008-06-09T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:12:02.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Answers most scared by men</title><content type='html'>(1 ) Whatever&lt;br /&gt;Men: What to have for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;Men: Why not we have steamboat?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Don't want la, eat steamboat later got pimples in my face...&lt;br /&gt;Men: Alright, why not we have Sichuan cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Yesterday ate Sichuan, today eat again?&lt;br /&gt;Men: Hmm... I suggest we have seafood then.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Seafood no good la, later I got diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Then what you suggest?&lt;br /&gt;Women : Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 ) Anything&lt;br /&gt;Men: So what should we do now?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Anything&lt;br /&gt;Men: How about watching movie? Long time we didn't watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Watching movie no good la, waste time only.&lt;br /&gt;Men: How about we play bowling, do some exercises?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Exercise in such a hot day? You not feel tired meh?&lt;br /&gt;Men: Then find a cafe and have drink.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Drink coffee will affect my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Then what you suggest?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 ) You decide&lt;br /&gt;Men: Then we just go home lo...&lt;br /&gt;Women: You decide!&lt;br /&gt;Men: Let'S take A bus, I will accompany you.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Bus is dirty and crowded. Don't want la...&lt;br /&gt;Men: Ok,we will take Taxi then.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Not worth it la... for such a short distance.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Alright, then we walk lo... Take a slow walk.&lt;br /&gt;Women: What??? To walk with empty stomach woh?&lt;br /&gt;Men: Then what you suggest?&lt;br /&gt;Women: You decide.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Let's have dinner first.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;Men: Eat what?&lt;br /&gt;Women: Anyting...&lt;br /&gt;(Look around... no one here, gonna kill her....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8130670272233199070?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8130670272233199070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8130670272233199070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8130670272233199070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8130670272233199070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/3-answers-most-scared-by-men.html' title='3 Answers most scared by men'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-343330940551099560</id><published>2008-06-07T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:47:19.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Brits think 80% of M'sians come to UK to study law</title><content type='html'>UK Immigration Officer: Purpose of visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: I'm here to study law, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: You know, you must have a lot of lawyers in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Well, i've been here for a good twenty years, and I'd say 80% of Malaysians I see here say they're here to read law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: Oh, really? That's really something i never knew. Hard to believe in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Just you watch, then. You just stand here until the next Malaysian comes along, and I'll bet he's here to read law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Visitor waits for 5 mins, Ah Chong from Malaysia comes to immigration counter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Mr. Ah Chong, purpose of visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Chong: Study lorr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-343330940551099560?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/343330940551099560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=343330940551099560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/343330940551099560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/343330940551099560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-brits-think-80-of-msians-come-to-uk.html' title='Why the Brits think 80% of M&apos;sians come to UK to study law'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-5042858797335849667</id><published>2008-06-05T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:54:00.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara berfikir</title><content type='html'>Seorang guru perempuan bertanya soalan pada muridnya yang bernama Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amin, 5 ekor burung di atas pokok dan seekor ditembak oleh pemburu, berapa&lt;br /&gt;ekorkah yang tinggal?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin menjawab "Tidak ada yang tinggal cikgu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jawapan sebenarnya ialah 4, tapi saya suka cara kamu berfikir" balas guru&lt;br /&gt;tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin kemudian berkata "Boleh saya tanya cikgu pulak?". Cikgu tadi mengangguk setuju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tiga orang wanita makan ais kerim, wanita pertama menjilat bahagian atas aiskerim manakala wanita kedua memegang bahagian krimnya dan menjilat kon aiskerim terlebih dahulu dan wanita ketiga hanya memandang pada aiskerim tersebut. Wanita manakah yang telah berkahwin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurunya dengan teragak-agak menjawab "Wanita kedua!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jawapan sebenarnya ialah wanita yang memakai cincin perkahwinan. Tapi saya suka cara cikgu berfikir" balas Amin dengan selamba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-5042858797335849667?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/5042858797335849667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=5042858797335849667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5042858797335849667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/5042858797335849667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/cara-berfikir.html' title='Cara berfikir'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-2606180679247463861</id><published>2008-06-03T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:35:00.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart kid</title><content type='html'>A Primary School teacher was having trouble with one of her students.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, "Harry, what is your problem?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the Primary 1. My sister is in Primary 3 and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in Primary 3 too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher took Harry to the principal's office. While Harry waited outside the office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told the teacher he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the Primary 1, and behave. The teacher agreed. Harry was brought in. The conditions were explained, and Harry agreed to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "9"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "36"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went with every question the principal thought a Primary 1 student should know. The principal looks at the teacher and tells her, "I think Harry can go to Primary 3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says to the principal, "May I ask him some tougher questions?" The principal and Harry both agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What does a cow have four of that I have only two ?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Legs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?" (The principal wondered, why does she ask such a question!)&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Pockets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What's starts with a C and ends with a T, and it is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?" (The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer....)&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Coconut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Bubblegum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down and dog do on three legs?" (The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...)&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Shake hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Now I will ask some 'Who am I' sort of questions, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do." Who am I??&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "A Tent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first." What am I?? (Principal was looking restless and a bit tense)&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "A Wedding Ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, I feel good." What am I??&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "A Nose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver." What am I??&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "An Arrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lot of excitement?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Firetruck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put this ass in Primary 6 ! I got the last 10 questions all wrong myself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-2606180679247463861?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2606180679247463861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=2606180679247463861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2606180679247463861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2606180679247463861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/smart-kid.html' title='Smart kid'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-4716320127396215874</id><published>2008-06-01T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:55:00.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salah potong</title><content type='html'>Sebaik sahaja mengambil tempat duduk di ruang menunggu sebuah klinik, Shan terpandang Amin sedang menangis teresak-esak. Dia segera mendekati.&lt;br /&gt;Amin. : Shan, Kenapa menangis?&lt;br /&gt;Amin : Saya datang untuk ujian darah.&lt;br /&gt;Shan : Awak takut ke?&lt;br /&gt;Amin : Bukan itu sebabnya. Semasa ujian darah dijalankan, mereka telah terpotong jari saya.&lt;br /&gt;(Mendengarkan penjelasan Amin, Shan menangis.)&lt;br /&gt;Amin : Eh, kenapa pula awak menangis?&lt;br /&gt;Shan : Saya datang untuk ujian air kencing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-4716320127396215874?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4716320127396215874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=4716320127396215874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4716320127396215874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4716320127396215874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/06/salah-potong.html' title='Salah potong'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-349508698556004654</id><published>2008-05-30T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:57:00.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawan atok</title><content type='html'>Seorang atok membawa cucunya ke pejabat pos untuk menghantar surat.&lt;br /&gt;Cucunya bertanya bila melihat atoknya memasukkan surat ke dalam tong&lt;br /&gt;berwarna merah.&lt;br /&gt;"Atok buat apa tu?".&lt;br /&gt;"Atok bagi surat kat kawan atok,cu!" jawap atoknya.&lt;br /&gt;Cucunya bertanya lagi, "Apa bangang sangat kawan atok&lt;br /&gt;duduk dalam tong merah tu?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-349508698556004654?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/349508698556004654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=349508698556004654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/349508698556004654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/349508698556004654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/kawan-atok.html' title='Kawan atok'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8811643918495750536</id><published>2008-05-29T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:00:13.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lawyer</title><content type='html'>A very successful lawyer parked his brand new Lexus in front of the office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he got out, a truck came along too close to the car and completely tore off the driver's door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, a cop in a police car was close enough to see the accident and pulled up behind the Lexus, his lights flashing. But, before the cop had a chance to ask any questions, the lawyer started screaming hysterically about how his Lexus, which he had just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined and would never be the same, no matter how the body shop tried to make it new again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lawyer finally wound down from his rant, the cop shook his head in disgust and disbelief. "I can't believe how materialistic you lawyers are," he said. "You are so focused on your possessions that you neglect the most important things in life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say such a thing?" asked the lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop replied, "Don't you even realize that your left arm is missing? It got ripped off when the truck hit you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH, MY GOD!" screamed the lawyer. "MY ROLEX!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8811643918495750536?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8811643918495750536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8811643918495750536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8811643918495750536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8811643918495750536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/lawyer.html' title='The Lawyer'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7483441621514954685</id><published>2008-05-28T08:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:57:01.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impresstion is important... but..</title><content type='html'>Abdul Razak grew up in Kota Baru, a town located on the East Coast of Malaysia, and then moved away to KL to do his law degree. He decided to return to Kota Baru because he could be a big man and really wanted to impress everyone. So he returned and opened his new law office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day he saw a man coming up the sidewalk. He decided to make a big impression on this new client when he arrived. As the man came to the door, Abdul picked up the phone. He motioned the man in, all the while talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Absolutely no. You tell those clowns in Kuala Lumpur that I won't settle this case for less than one million ringgit. Yes. The Appeals Court has agreed to argue that case next week. I'll be handling the primary argument and the other members of my team will provide support! Okay. Tell the State Prosecutor that I'll meet with him next week to discuss the details." This sort of thing went on for almost five minutes. All the while the man sat patiently as Abdul rattled&lt;br /&gt;instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Abdul put down the phone and turned to the man. "I'm sorry for the delay, but as you can see, I'm very busy. What can I do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied , "I'm from Telekom, I've come to connect your line."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7483441621514954685?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7483441621514954685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7483441621514954685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7483441621514954685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7483441621514954685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-impresstion-is-important-but.html' title='First Impresstion is important... but..'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-4860253958997655090</id><published>2008-05-26T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:58:00.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senyummmm...</title><content type='html'>Seorang pegawai polis masuk ke bilik mayat sebuah hospital untuk&lt;br /&gt;menyiasat punca kematian tiga lelaki sekaligus.&lt;br /&gt;Selepas memeriksa mayat-mayat itu, dia bertanya kepada penjaga bilik&lt;br /&gt;berkenaan.&lt;br /&gt;Polis : Mengapa ketiga-tiga mayat tersenyum?&lt;br /&gt;Penjaga : Lelaki pertama sedang bersanding, apabila tiba2 diserang strok.&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki kedua pula khabarnya menang loteri dan mati serangan sakit jantung&lt;br /&gt;manakala yg ketiga&lt;br /&gt;disambar petir.&lt;br /&gt;Polis : Hah! Kenapa disambar petir pun tersenyum?&lt;br /&gt;Penjaga : Masa tu dia ingat orang sedang ambil gambarnya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-4860253958997655090?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4860253958997655090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=4860253958997655090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4860253958997655090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4860253958997655090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/senyummmm.html' title='Senyummmm...'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-269285004310980647</id><published>2008-05-22T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:55:06.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cermin mata</title><content type='html'>Seorang lelaki pergi ke klinik mata. Setelah matanya diperiksa, dia bertanya: "Doktor, lepas pakai cermin mata nanti, boleh ke saya membaca macam orang lain?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dah tentu, " jawab doktor.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, gembiranya. Dah lama saya buta huruf, akhirnya boleh juga saya membaca." kata lelaki itu dengan riang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-269285004310980647?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/269285004310980647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=269285004310980647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/269285004310980647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/269285004310980647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/cermin-mata.html' title='Cermin mata'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7157485197290053701</id><published>2008-05-21T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:54:01.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habis...?</title><content type='html'>Orang Asli Dan Polis&lt;br /&gt;orang asli : selamat pagi tuan&lt;br /&gt;polis : selamat pagi&lt;br /&gt;polis : apa hal&lt;br /&gt;orang asli : saya nak buat repot tuan&lt;br /&gt;polis : fasal apa tu&lt;br /&gt;orang asli : kawan saya di baham harimau&lt;br /&gt;polis : pukul berapa&lt;br /&gt;orang asli : dia tak pukul, terkam&lt;br /&gt;polis : habis?&lt;br /&gt;orang asli : tak habis, tinggal kepala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7157485197290053701?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7157485197290053701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7157485197290053701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7157485197290053701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7157485197290053701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/habis.html' title='Habis...?'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8994113203322700113</id><published>2008-05-20T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:53:00.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posmen</title><content type='html'>Seorang posmen yang datang menghantar surat.&lt;br /&gt;"Assalamualaikum."&lt;br /&gt;"Walaikumsalam"&lt;br /&gt;"Ni rumah encik Sameon ye?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya saya"&lt;br /&gt;"Poning kepala saya mencari alamat rumah encik ni "&lt;br /&gt;"Buat susah aje encik nie! Apsal tak pos aje?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8994113203322700113?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8994113203322700113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8994113203322700113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8994113203322700113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8994113203322700113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/posmen.html' title='Posmen'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1736529594077135412</id><published>2008-05-19T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:52:00.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare gear</title><content type='html'>Seorang Tok Batin baru membeli motorsikal Honda dan kebetulan pada jalan pulang terserempak dengan kawanya yang ingin menumpang, lalu ditumpangkan kawanya itu. Dalam perjalanan kawannya merasakan Tok Batin&lt;br /&gt;hanya mengunakan gear 1 sahaja lalu bertanyalah kawannya itu,&lt;br /&gt;Kawan Tok Batin : Kenapak kamu hanya pakai gear 1 sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;Tok Batin : Kalau rosak 1 gear ada 2 lagi gear.&lt;br /&gt;Kawan Tok Batin : ????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1736529594077135412?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1736529594077135412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1736529594077135412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1736529594077135412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1736529594077135412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/spare-gear.html' title='Spare gear'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-3567910381114436267</id><published>2008-05-18T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:52:00.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salah kereta</title><content type='html'>Citer ni member aku yg beritau. Sampai nak pecah perut dibuatnya. It happen at Jalan Loke Yew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu malam tu kawan pompuan ni la, dia baru jer balik dari party, tak tahu how many glasses dia minum ler tapi memang dia betul-betul mabuk. So masa on the way home she got blocked from the police officer and asked for her driving license and so on but unfortunately  at the same time tu, there was an accident happen a cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite major jugaklah accident and the policeman leave her and rushed to the&lt;br /&gt;accident scene.So this stupid girl dah gabra tak tahu nak buat camne, she just ran off back to her car and head straight back home in Klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning polis datang ketuk pintu rumah dia dan polis tu tanya dia, "AWAK PEGI MANA MALAM SEMALAM?"&lt;br /&gt;Pompuan ni pulak jawab, "TAK KEMANA ENCIK. SAYA KAT RUMAH JER."&lt;br /&gt;So polis tu tanya lagi, "BETUL KER???"&lt;br /&gt;Pompuan tu jawab, "BETUL ENCIK. SUMPAH SAYA TAK GI MANA2, TANYA LER NGAN HOUSEMATE SAYA."&lt;br /&gt;So polis tu kata, "YE KER? (sambil tergelak) MARI SINI, KELUAR JAP"&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu polis tu tunjuk, "HA!!! ITU KETA SAPA TU??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pompuan tu macam nak pengsan sebab dia dah terbawak keta polis yg malam tadi balik rumah, dia ingat keta dia sebab kaler sama warna putih (wira) cuma keta dia takde sticker polis kat tepi pintu jer. Tak pasal2 kena saman RM1000 dan gantung lesen 1 tahun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-3567910381114436267?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3567910381114436267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=3567910381114436267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3567910381114436267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3567910381114436267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/salah-kereta.html' title='Salah kereta'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-9054721349359358782</id><published>2008-05-17T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:51:00.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak muat Tok!</title><content type='html'>3 org menaiki motor dan ditahan polis trafik.&lt;br /&gt;Namun pemandu motor tersebut tidak berhenti.&lt;br /&gt;Katanya, 'Tak muat dah Tok, kami dah bertiga!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-9054721349359358782?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/9054721349359358782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=9054721349359358782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/9054721349359358782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/9054721349359358782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/tak-muat-tok.html' title='Tak muat Tok!'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-4842579674238351248</id><published>2008-05-16T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:51:00.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putus tunang</title><content type='html'>Tunang Farid, Siti, menelefonnya untuk memutuskan pertunangan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farid : Mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;Siti : Saya dah bosan ngan awak. saya dah ada teman baru. Sebelum tu awak mesti kembalikan semua gambar saya.&lt;br /&gt;Farid : Ok. Nanti saya hantar. Tapi saya tak ingatlah yang mana satu gambar awak. Dah terima nanti awak pilih dan yang selebihnya kembalikan kepada saya.&lt;br /&gt;Siti : Erkkkkkk........ Benci .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-4842579674238351248?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4842579674238351248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=4842579674238351248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4842579674238351248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4842579674238351248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/putus-tunang.html' title='Putus tunang'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-93551460453159761</id><published>2008-05-15T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:50:00.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Derma</title><content type='html'>Aderla sorang lelaki datang ke sebuah rumah untuk meminta derma. Derma untuk rumah orang-orang tua. seorang budak pun membuka pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;budak : derma ape bang?&lt;br /&gt;lelaki : derma untuk rumah orang-orang tua. adik ada apa-apa untuk didermakan?&lt;br /&gt;budak : nanti jap. saya ambilkan atuk saya.&lt;br /&gt;lelaki : ?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-93551460453159761?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/93551460453159761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=93551460453159761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/93551460453159761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/93551460453159761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/derma.html' title='Derma'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7801621580642409943</id><published>2008-05-14T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:50:34.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah sedih</title><content type='html'>Suami : Kenapa Sayang menangis? &lt;br /&gt;Isteri : Saya telah baca sebuah buku. Sad endinglah bang.. &lt;br /&gt;Suami : Buku apa? &lt;br /&gt;Isteri : Buku bank abanglah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7801621580642409943?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7801621580642409943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7801621580642409943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7801621580642409943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7801621580642409943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/kisah-sedih.html' title='Kisah sedih'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-4767141034988996216</id><published>2008-05-09T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:17:19.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahukah Anda...</title><content type='html'>1. Tahukah Anda apabila 350ml air yang diambil dari paip sinki dan kemudiannya dituangkan ke dalam cerek yang mengandungi 150ml air suling dan dibiarkan terdedah kepada nyalaan api bersuhu 100 darjah celcius akan menghasilkan satu cecair yang dinamakan air masak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Tahukah Anda bahawa air sirap merupakan salah satu bahan asas dalam pembinaan sebuah  helikopter. Ini kerana kajian telah dibuat, seorang pembina helikopter memerlukan air sirap untuk menghilangkan keletihan semasa membuat helikopter, tanpa air sirap mungkin helikopter tersebut tidak dapat disiapkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   Tahukah Anda bahawa Sebuah kereta yang dipandu selaju 220 km/j tidak akan dapat memotong kereta yang dipandu selaju 40 km/j sekiranya kereta-kereta tersebut dipandu dari arah yang bertentangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   Tahukah Anda dalam bahasa Inggeris dan Italy, jurugambar dikenali sebagai paparazi. Perkataan itu dipercayai diambil dari watak paparazzo dalam filem La Dolce Vita yang diterbitkan oleh Federico Fellini pada tahun 1960.  Dalam bahasa melayu pula, ayah kepada seorang budak yang bernama Razzi juga boleh dikenali dengan nama papa Razzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   Tahukah Anda bendera negara Denmark telah dicipta 700 tahun lampau, menjadikan bendera paling lama digunakan di dunia lebih lama daripada penggunaan susu cap bendera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Tahukah Anda magnet ialah sejenis logam yang juga digelar besi berani.  Sebagaimana namanya magnet ialah besi yang berani menarik butir-butir besi lain kearahnya. Bagaimanapun orang yang diupah untuk menarik kereta bukanlah magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   Tahukah Anda cicak memutuskan ekornya apabila diganggu. Apabila cicak menyedari yang dia diekori oleh sesuatu, ia akan memutuskan ekornya supaya benda itu tidak mengekorinya lagi atas alasan tanpa ekor sudah tentu ia tidak akan diekori lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   Tahukah Anda gunung berapi yang berusia tiga ratus tahun disahkan masih aktif untuk meletup.  Tapi mengikut kajian ahli gunung, api elektrik di rumah kita tidak akan aktif jika tidak membayar bilnya selama tiga bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   Tahukah Anda ahli sains seluruh dunia bersepakat jika nasi ayam dimakan sewaktu lapar, perut kita akan mengalami satu tindakbalas yang berupa kekenyangan. Nasi ayam juga boleh digunakan sebagai ubat untuk menggembirakan hati kita bila nasi ayam yang dimakan itu dibelanja oleh kawan kita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... macam org punya akal la ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tahukah anda jika anda menjolok lubang plug elektrik di rumah anda dgn tangkai garpu, jiran anda akan makan kenduri 3 malam di rumah anda?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-4767141034988996216?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4767141034988996216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=4767141034988996216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4767141034988996216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4767141034988996216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/tahukah-anda.html' title='Tahukah Anda...'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-3573053960859843031</id><published>2008-05-08T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:10:57.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer</title><content type='html'>IF YOU THINK YOU'RE DUMB WHEN IT COMES TO COMPUTERS, READ THIS AND YOU'LL FEEL BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Compaq is considering changing the command "Press Any Key" to "Press Return Key" because of the flood of calls asking where the "Any" key is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. AST technical support had a caller complaining that her mouse was hard to control with the dust cover on. The cover turned out to be the plastic bag the mouse was packaged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Another Dell customer called to say he couldn't get his computer to fax anything. After 40 minutes of troubleshooting, the technician discovered the man was trying to fax a piece of paper by holding it in front of the monitor screen and hitting the "Send" key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yet another Dell customer called to complain that his keyboard no longer worked. He had cleaned it by filling up his bathtub with soap and water and soaking the keyboard for a day, then removing all the keys and washing them individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A Dell technician received a call from a customer who was enraged because his computer had told him he was "Bad and an invalid." The tech explained that the computer's "bad command" and "invalid" responses shouldn't be taken personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A confused caller to IBM was having trouble printing documents. He told the technician that the computer had said it "couldn't find printer."&lt;br /&gt;The user had also tried turning the computer screen to face the printer-but that his computer still couldn't "see" the printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. An exasperated caller to Dell Computer Tech Support couldn't get her new Dell Computer to turn on. After ensuring the computer was plugged in, the technician asked her what happened when she pushed the power button. Her response, "I pushed and pushed on this foot pedal and nothing happened." The "foot pedal" turned out to be the computer's mouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Another customer called Compaq tech support to say her brand new computer wouldn't work. She said she unpacked the unit, plugged it in and sat there for 20 minutes waiting for something to happen. When asked what happened when she pressed the power switch, she asked, "What power switch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Another IBM customer had trouble installing software and rang for support. "I put in the first disk, and that was OK. It said to put in the second disk, and had some problems with the disk. When it said to put in the third disk, I couldn't even fit it in..." The user hadn't realized that "Insert Disk 2" implied removing Disk 1 first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A story from a Novell NetWare SysOp:&lt;br /&gt;CALLER: "Hello, is this Tech Support?"&lt;br /&gt;TECH  : "Yes, it is. How may I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;CALLER: "The cup holder on my PC is broken -and I am within my warranty period. How do I go about getting that fixed?"&lt;br /&gt;TECH  : "I'm sorry, but did you say a cup holder?"&lt;br /&gt;CALLER: "Yes, it's attached to the front of my computer."&lt;br /&gt;TECH  : "Please excuse me. If I seem a bit stumped, it's because I am. Did you receive this as part of a promotional at a trade show? How did you get this cup holder? Does it have any trademark on it?"&lt;br /&gt;CALLER: "It came with my computer. I don't know anything about a promotional. It just has '4X' on it." At this point, the Tech Rep had to mute the caller because he couldn't stand it. He was laughing too hard.The caller had been using the load drawer of the CD-ROM drive as a cup holder and it had snapped it off the drive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A woman called the Canon help desk with a problem with her printer. The tech asked her if she was "running it under windows." The woman responded, "No, my desk is next to the door. But that is a good point. The man sitting in the cubicle next to me is under a window and his printer is working fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. And last but not least:&lt;br /&gt;TECH SUPPORT: "O.K. Bob, let's press the control and escape keys at the same time. That brings up a task list in the middle of the screen. Now type the letter "P" to bring up the Program Manager."&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER    : "I don't have a 'P'".&lt;br /&gt;TECH SUPPORT: "On your keyboard, Bob."&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER    : "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;TECH SUPPORT: " 'P' on your keyboard, Bob."&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER    : "I'm not going to do that!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-3573053960859843031?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3573053960859843031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=3573053960859843031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3573053960859843031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3573053960859843031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/computer.html' title='Computer'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-4547700086523838063</id><published>2008-05-08T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:04:05.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadis Melayu</title><content type='html'>Sebuah asrama perempuan di Terengganu telah diganggu jin.  Yang peliknya, pelajar India dan Cina tidak diganggu. Hanya Melayu sahaja.  Seorang bomoh dipanggil untuk menghalau jin itu.  Upacara dilakukan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomoh bertanya kepada jin, " Kenapa kau tak ganggu perempuan Cina atau India?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin itu berkata dengan suara yang menakutkan,"Siapa bilang gadis Melayu tak menawan, tak menarik hati, tiada memikat..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-4547700086523838063?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4547700086523838063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=4547700086523838063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4547700086523838063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4547700086523838063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/05/gadis-melayu.html' title='Gadis Melayu'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-333994408336231617</id><published>2008-04-17T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:56:10.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man &amp; The Ostrich</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him, and as he sits, the waitress comes over and asks for their order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "I'll have a hamburger, fries and a coke," and turns to the ostrich. "What's yours?" "I'll have the same," says the ostrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later the waitress returns with the order. "That will be $6.40 please," and the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out exact change for payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, "I'll have a hamburger, fries and a coke," and the ostrich says, "I'll have the same." Once again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with the exact change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This becomes a routine until late one evening, the two enter again. "The usual?" asks the waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and salad," says the man. "Same for me," says the ostrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later the waitress comes with the order and says, "That will be $12.62." Once again the man pulls exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress can't hold back her curiosity any longer. "Excuse me, sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact change out of your pocket every time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the man, "several years ago I was cleaning the attic and I found an old lamp. When I rubbed it a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, just put my hand in my pocket, and the right amount of money would always be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's brilliant!" says the waitress. "Most people would wish for a million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right! Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there," says the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress asks, "One other thing, sir, what's with the ostrich?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sighs and answers, "My second wish was for a tall chick with long legs who agrees with everything I say........"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-333994408336231617?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/333994408336231617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=333994408336231617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/333994408336231617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/333994408336231617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-ostrich.html' title='The Man &amp; The Ostrich'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8883111802364803958</id><published>2008-04-08T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:31:49.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peramugari dan ulamak</title><content type='html'>Seorang ulamak sedang berada di dalam sebuah kapal terbang untuk ke sebuah negeri. Apabila tiba waktusolat, dia pun ke tandas untuk berwudhuk. Oleh kerana tandas di dalam kapalterbang terlalu kecil, maka beliau terpaksa membuka pintu tandas itu ketika berwudhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala beliau mengangkat salah satu dari kakinya ke tangki (washing basin), seorang peramugari telah ternampak perbuatan ulamak itu dan menegurnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peramugari: (dengan suara dikeraskan..) Tuan tidak boleh memasukkan kaki ke dalam tangki tu, sebab ia akan mengotorkan tangki.&lt;br /&gt;Ulamak: (dengan suara lembut dan penuh rendah diri...) Berapa kali saudari mencuci muka saudari dalam satu hari?&lt;br /&gt;Peramugari: (dengan sifat angkuh...) Kebiasaannya sekali atau dua kali dalam sehari.&lt;br /&gt;Ulamak: (dengan sifat bersahaja....) Saya mencuci kaki saya lima kali dalam sehari, bererti kaki saya lebih bersih dari muka saudari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8883111802364803958?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8883111802364803958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8883111802364803958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8883111802364803958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8883111802364803958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/04/peramugari-dan-ulamak.html' title='Peramugari dan ulamak'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-95963621103804793</id><published>2008-04-08T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:26:39.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychopath Test</title><content type='html'>Read this question, come up with an answer and then scroll down to the bottom for the result. This is not a trick question. It is as it reads. No one I know has got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met a guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing. She believed him to be her dream guy so much, that she fell in&lt;br /&gt;love with him right there, but never asked for his number and could not find him. A few days later she killed her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What is her motive for killing her sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Give this some thought before you scroll down for the answer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: She was hoping the guy would appear at the funeral again. If you answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath. This was a test by a famous American Psychologist used&lt;br /&gt;to test if one has the same mentality as a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many arrested serial killers took part in the test and answered the question correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't answer the question correctly, good for you. If you answered correctly, please take me off your mailing list!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-95963621103804793?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/95963621103804793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=95963621103804793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/95963621103804793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/95963621103804793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/04/psychopath-test.html' title='Psychopath Test'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-2598888056565397533</id><published>2008-03-24T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:40:31.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children are so creative!</title><content type='html'>KIDS say the darnest things.    ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister. After a while he asked: "Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and one for cold milk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, "If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to six ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom goodnight. "I love you so much, that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY (age 4) had an earache and wanted a painkiller. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a childproof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: "How does it know it's me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. "Please don't give me this juice again," she said, "It makes my teeth cough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D I (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: "How much do I cost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his dad: "Why is he whispering in her mouth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied, "I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for awhile and then asked, "Why doesn't your skin fit your face?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-2598888056565397533?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2598888056565397533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=2598888056565397533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2598888056565397533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2598888056565397533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/03/children-are-so-creative.html' title='Children are so creative!'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1562913703269890716</id><published>2008-03-24T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:37:18.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beruang Yang Beriman...</title><content type='html'>"Alkisah... .. Seorang lelaki islam ponteng sembahyang Jumaat. Sebaliknya dia masuk hutan untuk memburu beruang. Sedang dia terhendap2 di dalam semak, tiba2 dia berlanggar dengan seekor beruang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia begitu terkejut sehingga senapangnya tercampak lalu tergelungsur ke dalam jurang. Dia pula tergolek ke arah lain, jatuh ke atas batu dan KRAKKKK! Kedua2 kakinya patah. Jangan risau .. ini bukanlah berita buruk ok. Ada lagi ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berita buruknya adalah beruang tadi terus menghambatnya, sedangkan dia dah tak boleh bergerak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Allah," doa lelaki tersebut,"Ampunilah dosaku kerana ponteng sembahyang berjemaah pada hari Jumaat yang mulia ini. Ampunilah aku ya Allah .. makbulkan hajat ku ini .. jadikanlah beruang yang memburuku beruang yang beriman .. tolong ya Allah! Aminnn.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2 guruh berdentum! Beruang tadi tiba2 terhenti betul2 di hadapan lelaki tadi. Sambil menadah kedua2 kaki depannya ke langit, beruang tersebut pun berdoa, "Allahumma barik lana, fima razaktana, wa qina azabbannar. Amin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note : Walaupun ini hanya sekadar lawak, tapi pengajarannya perlu diambil. Jangan cuba-cuba nak ponteng sembahyang Jumaat, pembalasan Allah tu pelbagai cara.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1562913703269890716?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1562913703269890716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1562913703269890716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1562913703269890716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1562913703269890716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/03/beruang-yang-beriman.html' title='Beruang Yang Beriman...'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-4700119544227577152</id><published>2008-03-06T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:42:13.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlish Forever</title><content type='html'>Why do we insist on using the Queen's English, when Singlish is so muchnmore economical and effective? Compare and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When going shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Britons : I'm sorry, Sir, but we don't seem to have the sweater you want in your size, but if you give me a moment, I can call the other outlets for you.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: No Stock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When returning a call...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Hello, this is Mr Bean. Did anyone page for me a few moments ago?&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Hello, who page?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone is in the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Britons : Excuse me, I'd like to get by. Would you please make way?&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Lai, siam! or Siam, hor! or Skius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone offers to pay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Britons : Hey, put your wallet away, this drink is on me.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: No-nid. (no need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When asking for permission...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Excuse me, but do you think it would be possible for me to enter through this door?&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: (while pointing at door) Can or Not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When asking to be excused...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons : If you would excuse me for a moment, I have to go to the gents/ladies. Please carry on without me, it would only take a moment.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Go toilet. Cannot tahan oreddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Britons : Please make yourself right at home.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Don't shy, leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When doubting someone&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : I don't recall you giving me the money.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Where got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When declining an offer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons : I'd prefer no to do that, if you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Doe-waaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When deciding on a plan of action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Britons : What do you propose we do now that the movie's sold out &amp;amp; all the restaurants are closed?&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When disagreeing on a topic of discussion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Britons : Err. Tom, I have to stop you there. I understand where you're coming from, but I really have to disagree with what you said about the policy.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Talk cock, lah you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When asking someone to lower their voice...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Excuse me, but could you please lower your voice, I'm trying to concentrate over here.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Eh, tiam, can or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When asking someone if he/she knows you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Excuse me, but I noticed you staring at me for some time. Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: See what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-4700119544227577152?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4700119544227577152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=4700119544227577152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4700119544227577152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4700119544227577152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/03/singlish-forever.html' title='Singlish Forever'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-6821797510383962500</id><published>2008-02-18T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:01:46.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teka-teki bodoh</title><content type='html'>Soalan     : Hitam &amp;amp; berpeluh..Haa..Ape tu??&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan : Semut hitam tengah berjogging....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan     : Apa benda bila masuk segitiga, bila keluar bergulung-gulung....&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan : Seluar dalam lerrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan     : Antara kapal terbang dengan kuih lepat liat, mana satu yang paling tinggi?&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan : Kuih lepat liat la...sebab kapal terbang sampai langit je, tp kuih lepat liat sampai&lt;br /&gt;                   LELANGIT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan     : Byk-byk kotak, kotak ape yg tak leh angkat?&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan : Kotak penaltilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan     : Kenapa penggali kubur gali kubur tak pakai selipar???&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan : Selipar maner boley buat gali tanah......gune cangkol lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan     : 3 kepala, 6 mata, 8 kaki. Apakah ia?&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan : Koboi naik kuda bawa ayam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan     : Masa dia hidup kita nyanyi, masa dia mati kita tepuk tangan&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan : Lilin masa sambut birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan     : Scorpion kaler apa?&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan : Kala jengking la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan     : Dlm bnyk2 kera, kera ape yg pandai menaip???&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan : Kerani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan     : Ada sorang iman, tengah sembahyang lepas tu ada sekor anjing lalu depan dia.. pastu&lt;br /&gt;                   dia jilat kaki dia.. Batal tak air semayang imam tu?&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan : Mana batal sebab anjing tu jilat kaki dia sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan     : 4 org awek berpayung dgn satu payung tp kenape tak basah?&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan : Sebab tak hujan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-6821797510383962500?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6821797510383962500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=6821797510383962500' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6821797510383962500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6821797510383962500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/teka-teki-bodoh.html' title='Teka-teki bodoh'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-6987423641749541608</id><published>2008-02-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:55:23.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesakit dari 2 negara</title><content type='html'>Atas saranan doktor, Mamat dihantar untuk berubat di USA kerana penyakitnya yang agak kritikal. Sesampainya di Hospital New York , Mamat dibawa ke bilik bedah dan dipasang tiub getah kiri kanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa jam kemudian, seorang pesakit dari UK yang kelihatannya lebih parah dibawa masuk dan diletak bersebelahan katil si Mamat. Si Mat Saleh ini walaupun kelihatannya lemah, dia masih mencuba untuk berkomunikasi dengan Mamat. Dia mengangkat tangannya dengan susah payah dan berkata:" United kingdom..." Mamat yang juga sedang lemah, menjawab: "Malaysian..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu dua-duanya pengsan karena keletihan. Beberapa jam kemudian mereka kembali sedar dan cuba berkomunikasi lagi. Si Mat Saleh berkata dengan lemah: "James...". Dijawab dengan susah payah oleh Mamat: "Mamat...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis itu mereka pengsan lagi. Beberapa jam kemudian setelah sedar, mereka berdua masih mencuba melanjutkan percakapannya. " Birmingham..."kata si Mat Saleh. Dijawab Mamat: "Kuala Kangsar...". Pengsan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama kemudian mereka sedar dan masih mencuba untuk berbual. Si Mat Saleh yang sudah hampir kehabisan nafas berkata: "Cancer..." Dan dengan sisa-sisa nafas yang ada Mamat menyahut: "Capricorn...!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-6987423641749541608?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6987423641749541608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=6987423641749541608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6987423641749541608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6987423641749541608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/pesakit-dari-2-negara.html' title='Pesakit dari 2 negara'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8072248292432811762</id><published>2008-02-11T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:52:27.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjing siapa lebih pintar?</title><content type='html'>Dua wanita sedang berbual-bual tentang kehebatan anjing masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;Wanita 1: U know.... anjing I cukup pintar, dialah yg tunggu mamak surat khabar dan bawa&lt;br /&gt;                  masuk kpd suami I yg sedia menunggunya.&lt;br /&gt;Wanita 2 : I knowwwww......&lt;br /&gt;Wanita 1 : Bagaimana U know ?&lt;br /&gt;Wanita 2 : Anjing I bagi tau !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8072248292432811762?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8072248292432811762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8072248292432811762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8072248292432811762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8072248292432811762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/anjing-siapa-lebih-pintar.html' title='Anjing siapa lebih pintar?'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-3203252998876122090</id><published>2008-02-11T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:51:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan Sehala</title><content type='html'>Seorang pelancong Indonesia datang ke Kuala Lumpur tersesat jalan lantas menalipon rakan Malaysianya.&lt;br /&gt;Rakannya bertanya " Kau dimana sekarang?"&lt;br /&gt;Pelancong Indonesia menjawab " Aku di JALAN SEHALA sekarang!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-3203252998876122090?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3203252998876122090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=3203252998876122090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3203252998876122090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3203252998876122090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/jalan-sehala.html' title='Jalan Sehala'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8225711185221749037</id><published>2008-02-11T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:50:29.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bapak dia kaya...</title><content type='html'>Pada satu pagi, di kedai mamak....&lt;br /&gt;Ali         : Aku hairan tengok kau.&lt;br /&gt;Kassim : Kenapa, ada yang tak kena ke?&lt;br /&gt;Ali         : Yelah, kau tu. Aku tengok anak kau bawak kereta mewah. Tapi kau asyik&lt;br /&gt;                bawak basikal buruk kau tu aje.&lt;br /&gt;Kassim : Dia bolehlah, bapak dia kaya. Bapa aku miskin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8225711185221749037?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8225711185221749037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8225711185221749037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8225711185221749037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8225711185221749037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/bapak-dia-kaya.html' title='Bapak dia kaya...'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8277360585057969971</id><published>2008-02-11T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:48:56.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perompak</title><content type='html'>Ada 2 org perompak yg tlh merompak bank &amp;amp; berjaya melarikan diri dari pihak polis. Mereka membahagi-bahagikan wang hasil rompakan tersebut yg jumlahnya agak banyak.&lt;br /&gt;A : takyah lah kire. kite tunggu sok pg je.&lt;br /&gt;B : apsal plak?aku tak sabor dah ni!!!&lt;br /&gt;A : sok kluar paper, kite tau lah jumlah duit ni braper!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8277360585057969971?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8277360585057969971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8277360585057969971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8277360585057969971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8277360585057969971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/perompak.html' title='Perompak'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-6821246457667235452</id><published>2008-02-04T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:13:59.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temuduga Warden</title><content type='html'>Suatu hari datang seorang pemuda untuk ditemuduga bagi jawatan warden sebuah penjara.&lt;br /&gt;Pegawai : Awak ada pengalaman ke?&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Tak ada.&lt;br /&gt;Pegawai : Awak mesti dasyat kalau dapat keje kat sini.&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Kenapa tuan?&lt;br /&gt;Pegawai : Banduan di sini ganas-ganas semuanya. Boleh ke awak handle?&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Ooohhh...tak ada masalah. Kalau diorang menyusahkan saya, saya keluarkan je!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-6821246457667235452?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6821246457667235452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=6821246457667235452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6821246457667235452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6821246457667235452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/temuduga-warden.html' title='Temuduga Warden'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-2778139915651352581</id><published>2008-02-04T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:13:13.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parti</title><content type='html'>Hamid baru mendapat tahu dia akan ditukarkan ke Pulau Pinang kerana dinaikkan pangkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Semua kawan saya akan mengadakan parti secara besar-besaran dan telah menempah supaya diadakan pertunjukan bunga api bagi meraikan pemergian saya" kata Hamid kepada Wahub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baguslah tu. Habis kenapa pulak yang kau bersedih ni?" tanya Wahub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawab Hamid, "Saya tidak dijemput..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-2778139915651352581?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/2778139915651352581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=2778139915651352581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2778139915651352581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/2778139915651352581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/parti.html' title='Parti'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-8815836796088545781</id><published>2008-02-04T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:12:25.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masjid Jamek</title><content type='html'>Pada suatu hari yang damai, Tipah berjalan menuju ke stesyen LRT yang berdekatan dengan rumahnyer. Sesampainyer dia di situ, dia terus bergerak ke kaunter dan dengan senyuman yang menyeringai dan ramahnyer dia terus bertanya,&lt;br /&gt;"Kak ....Masjid Jamek berape?".&lt;br /&gt;Akak jaga kaunter tu kebetulan pulak baru dapat call dari kawan dia. Kawan dia report yang suami dia tgh dating ngan awek lain. Dengan rasa marah dan poyo yg masih bersisa maka akak kaunter pon jawab,&lt;br /&gt;" Masjid Jamek ade satu jek."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-8815836796088545781?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/8815836796088545781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=8815836796088545781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8815836796088545781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/8815836796088545781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/masjid-jamek.html' title='Masjid Jamek'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-9033026510794861678</id><published>2008-02-04T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:11:07.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuti sakit</title><content type='html'>Suatu hari, Salmah ponteng sekolah. Dia telefon guru kelasnya dan menyamar&lt;br /&gt;sebagai ibunya.&lt;br /&gt;Salmah : Hello, adakah itu Cikgu Aminah binti Ali, guru kelas tahun 6 hijau?&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Ya, saya.&lt;br /&gt;Salmah : Cikgu, hari ini Salmah tidak dapat hadir ke sekolah kerana sakit.&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Ok...ok..., er...boleh saya tahu siape yang sedang bercakap?&lt;br /&gt;Salmah : Emak saya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-9033026510794861678?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/9033026510794861678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=9033026510794861678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/9033026510794861678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/9033026510794861678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/cuti-sakit.html' title='Cuti sakit'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-597034026008342839</id><published>2008-02-04T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:09:12.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matahari</title><content type='html'>Ada dua orang gila yang sedang berbual di rumah sakit jiwa Tampoi.&lt;br /&gt;Orang gila 1 : ( sambil naik atas meja ) "Kamu tahu tak?"&lt;br /&gt;Orang gila 2 : "Tahu apa?"&lt;br /&gt;Orang gila 1 : "Aku nie matahari ( sambil mengangkat tangannya tinggi-tinggi ) lihat lah terang dunia ini disebabkan aku!"&lt;br /&gt;Orang gila 2 : ( dalam hati ) "Jangan-jangan dia ini bertambah gila, aku mesti lapor pada doktor biar dia diperiksa..."&lt;br /&gt;Sambil berlari orang gila 2 tadi pergi ke bilik doktor dan menceritakan apa&lt;br /&gt;yang berlaku:&lt;br /&gt;Orang gila 2 : "Doktor, kawan saya itu mungkin bertambah gilanya."&lt;br /&gt;Dokter : "Kenapa?"&lt;br /&gt;Orang gila 2 : "Benar doktor, dia naik ke atas meja sambil mengangkat tangannya dia cakap dia adalah matahari, dunia ini terang dia yang buat."&lt;br /&gt;Dokter : "Kalau begitu suruhlah kawan kamu tu turun."&lt;br /&gt;Orang gila 2 : "Jangan doktor, nanti kalau dia turun gelap dunia ini nanti..."&lt;br /&gt;Dokter : "???"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-597034026008342839?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/597034026008342839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=597034026008342839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/597034026008342839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/597034026008342839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/matahari.html' title='Matahari'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-3132571289382815761</id><published>2008-02-04T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:05:44.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife's diary vs Husband's diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WIFE's DIARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night - I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but his mind was far away. I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing." I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love u, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV; he seemed distant and absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;My life is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUSBAND's DIARY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Manchester United lost again. Niamah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-3132571289382815761?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/3132571289382815761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=3132571289382815761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3132571289382815761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/3132571289382815761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/wifes-diary-vs-husbands-diary.html' title='Wife&apos;s diary vs Husband&apos;s diary'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-6815121824040364609</id><published>2008-02-01T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:41:45.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineer vs Management</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, a man in a hot air balloon realized that he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below. He descended a bit more and shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman below replied. "You're in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You're between 50 and 51 degrees north latitude and between 114 and 115 degrees west longitude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be an engineer," said the balloonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am," replied the woman. "How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct, but I've no idea what to make use of your information. The fact is, I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help at all. If anything, you've delayed my trip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman below responded, "You must be in management."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am," replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the woman, "you don't know where you are or where you're going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise, which you've no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems. The fact is, you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, you've managed to make it my fault!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-6815121824040364609?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/6815121824040364609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=6815121824040364609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6815121824040364609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/6815121824040364609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/engineer-vs-management.html' title='Engineer vs Management'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-419933545908677278</id><published>2008-02-01T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:35:53.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayan &amp; Lembu</title><content type='html'>Ayam   : Manusia ni memang pentingkan diri sendiri!&lt;br /&gt;Lembu : Kenapa kau kata macam tu?&lt;br /&gt;Ayam   : Tengoklah. Apa mereka buat kat aku!&lt;br /&gt;Lembu : Hah! Buat apa pulak?&lt;br /&gt;Ayam   : Aku ni bertelur hari-hari. Aku cadang naklah dapat anak dua tiga ekor. Orang kata ada&lt;br /&gt;                juga waris aku bila aku dah tak de nanti.Tapi manusia ni memang tak berhati perut.&lt;br /&gt;                Hari-hari dia orang makan telor aku, macamana aku nak dapat anak!&lt;br /&gt;Lembu : Alah! Kau punya masaalah kecil aja!&lt;br /&gt;Ayam   : Maksud kau?&lt;br /&gt;Lembu : Aku ni, kalau fikirkan nasib aku lagi malang. Rasa nak bunuh diri pun ada. Bayangkan,&lt;br /&gt;                hari-hari manusia minum susu aku tapi sorang pun tak pernah panggil aku MAK!&lt;br /&gt;Ayam   : !!?????  (Dalam hati: Tak boleh pakai punya lembu!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-419933545908677278?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/419933545908677278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=419933545908677278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/419933545908677278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/419933545908677278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/02/ayan-lembu.html' title='Ayan &amp; Lembu'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7544042461950280194</id><published>2008-01-29T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:40:51.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Cola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yh1n_P-g8RA/R57WEbXFDoI/AAAAAAAAANY/3jXFu8QWHt4/s1600-h/joke5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160797594565545602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yh1n_P-g8RA/R57WEbXFDoI/AAAAAAAAANY/3jXFu8QWHt4/s400/joke5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1686155897970144520-7544042461950280194?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7544042461950280194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7544042461950280194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7544042461950280194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7544042461950280194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/01/diet-cola.html' title='Diet Cola'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yh1n_P-g8RA/R57WEbXFDoI/AAAAAAAAANY/3jXFu8QWHt4/s72-c/joke5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7405582785715354541</id><published>2008-01-29T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:28:59.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce Letters</title><content type='html'>Dear Wife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your favorite meal, and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers later that night. You came home, nibbled at your food for two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me. Whichever is the case... I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Your EX-Husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't try to find me. Your sister and I are moving away to West Virginia together. Have a great life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- ------------- ------ ------- ------- ------- ---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ex-Husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has made my day more enjoyable than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a 'good man' is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. It's just too bad it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did notice when you got a hair cut last week... and actually the first thing that came to my mind was "You look just like a girl"... but my mother raised me not to say anything at all if you can't say anything nice. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with my SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned away from you when you had those new silk boxers on because the price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was just a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning and your silk boxers were $49.99...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for twenty million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Hawaii. But when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason I guess. I hope you have the fulfilling life you've always wanted. My lawyer said with the letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed:&lt;br /&gt;Rich As Hell and Freeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but my sister 'Carla'...was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem for you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-7405582785715354541?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7405582785715354541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7405582785715354541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7405582785715354541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7405582785715354541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/01/divorce-letters.html' title='Divorce Letters'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-4117399839980110312</id><published>2008-01-28T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:34:45.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Pontianak</title><content type='html'>Pada satu malam 3 ekor pontianak sedang bertenggek nun di atas pokok sambil bergaduh tentang kehebatan masing-masing. Ketiga-tiga mengaku diri mereka hebat. Untuk menentukan siapa paling hebat mereka pun cuba membuktikan kehebatan masing-masing. Pontianak A terbang dengan sepantas kilat. 10 saat kemudian balik semula ke pokok tersebut. Kelihatan ada kesan-kesan darah di sekitar gigi Pontianak A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak A : Korang nampak rumah tu&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak B : Nampak!&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak C : Nampak!&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak A : Satu rumah tu habis aku kerjakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak B pula terbang lebih pantas dari Pontianak A. 5 saat kemudian balik semula ke pokok tersebut.Kelihatan ada darah bukan setakat pada gigi, malah pada keseluruhan mulut pontianak tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak B : Korang nampak kampung tu&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak A : Nampak!&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak C : Nampak!&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak B : Habis satu kampung tu aku kerjakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejurus lepas itu Pontianak C pula terbang lebih pantas dari Pontianak A dan B. Dalam masa 2 saat je dia kembali ke pokok tersebut. Kelihatan darah mengalir-ngalir bukan sahaja pada mulut, malah pada keseluruhan muka pontianak tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak C : Korang nampak tembok kat hujung sana tu?&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak A : Nampak!&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak B : Nampak!&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak C : Err...tadi aku tak nampak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-4117399839980110312?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/4117399839980110312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=4117399839980110312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4117399839980110312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/4117399839980110312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/01/kisah-pontianak.html' title='Kisah Pontianak'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-1295475083114503112</id><published>2008-01-25T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:12:05.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer vs Helpdesk</title><content type='html'>Customer: Hi, this is Celine. I can't get my diskette out.&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Have you tried pushing the button?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, sure, nothing happens, it must be really stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: That doesn't sound good; I'll make a note&lt;br /&gt;Customer: No ... wait a minute... I hadn't inserted it yet...it's still on my desk... sorry.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Click on the 'my computer' icon on to the left of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Is that your left or my left?&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Good day. How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Male customer: Hello... I can't print.&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Would you click on start for me and.....&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Listen pal; don't start getting technical on me! I'm not Bill Gates damn it !&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Hi, good afternoon, this is Martha, I can't print.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try it says 'Can't find printer'.&lt;br /&gt;I've even lifted the printer and placed it in front of the&lt;br /&gt;monitor, but the computer still says it can't find it...&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I have problems printing in red ...&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Do you have a colour printer?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Aaaah....................thank you.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: What's on your monitor now ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: A teddy bear my boyfriend bought for me in the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: And now hit F8.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: It's not working.&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: What did you do, exactly?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I hit the F-key 8-times as you told me, but nothing's happening.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Customer: My keyboard is not working anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Are you sure it's plugged into the computer?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: No. I can't get behind the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Pick up your keyboard and walk 10 paces back.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: OK&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Did the keyboard come with you?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: That means the keyboard is not plugged in. Is there another keyboard?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, there's another one here. Ah ... that one does work!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Your password is the small letter a as in apple, a Capital letter V as in Victor, the number 7.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Is that 7 in capital letters?&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;A customer couldn't get on the Internet: -&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Are you sure you used the right password?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I'm sure. I watched my colleague do it.&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Can you tell me what the password was?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Five stars.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: What anti-virus program do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Netscape.&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: That's not an anti-virus program.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oh, sorry ... Internet Explorer.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I have a huge problem.&lt;br /&gt;A friend has placed screensaver on my computer, but every time I move the mouse, it disappears !&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Microsoft Tech Support, may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Old woman: Good afternoon! I have waited over 4 hours for you.&lt;br /&gt;Can You please tell me how long it will take before you can help me?&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Uhh..? Pardon, I don't understand your problem?&lt;br /&gt;Old woman: I was working in Word and clicked the help button more than 4 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me when you will finally be helping me?&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I'm writing my first e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: OK, and, what seems to be the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, I have the letter " a ", but how do I get the circle around it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1686155897970144520-1295475083114503112?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/1295475083114503112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=1295475083114503112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1295475083114503112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/1295475083114503112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/01/customer-vs-helpdesk.html' title='Customer vs Helpdesk'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686155897970144520.post-7501891197104633401</id><published>2008-01-25T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:08:38.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yh1n_P-g8RA/R5mm_LXFDlI/AAAAAAAAANA/WABbI7l2sQQ/s1600-h/couldbeworse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159338452441173586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yh1n_P-g8RA/R5mm_LXFDlI/AAAAAAAAANA/WABbI7l2sQQ/s400/couldbeworse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1686155897970144520-7501891197104633401?l=suarajenaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/feeds/7501891197104633401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1686155897970144520&amp;postID=7501891197104633401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7501891197104633401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1686155897970144520/posts/default/7501891197104633401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suarajenaka.blogspot.com/2008/01/lesson.html' title='A Lesson...'/><author><name>suara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNAxjV6uvxI/Tf8U6BJDoxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/inHaM2lVLfs/s220/DSC_4412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yh1n_P-g8RA/R5mm_LXFDlI/AAAAAAAAANA/WABbI7l2sQQ/s72-c/couldbeworse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
