<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234</id><updated>2009-11-23T17:21:43.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can I leave it blank?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>978</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-4342428959154542415</id><published>2009-11-20T05:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:18:31.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few months back, BF would still mean BoyFriend to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now, BF has totally got a new meaning ... Breast Feeding that is&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; together with bring a new string of abbreviation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try BMI?&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, it still stands for Body Mass Index&lt;br /&gt;well, now Breast Milk Index seemed to mean more to me =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before I proceed, allow me to say thank you very much to all who have supported me throughout my breastfeeding experience especially my love ones &amp;amp; my group of close friends who not only supported me emotionally(by borrowing me their ears and shoulder) but also financially. I'm able to invest in a good breast pump with their help (sponsoring). Also friends &amp;amp; colleagues who share their knowledge, books &amp;amp; magazines with me in their quest to help me conquer my problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there are a few personal experience which I would like to share (although everyone's experience is unique to mother &amp;amp; baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ... hopefully these may give you a little idea what to expect when it comes (not like me...blur blur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. there will be well meaning &amp;amp; experienced senior members of family / relatives / friends who advises you to supplement with formula milk. Their reasons range from 'afraid baby not full enough','breast milk is not thick enough to make baby full','you got no enough milk', 'your milk is too dilute'. Although they all mean well, perhaps they may not realise that every ounz of formula milk is the 'killer' of breast milk supply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. then there will be 'doctor' who instead of giving encouragement to breastfeed, advise a mother to supplement / give formula milk to her baby. Doctor gave a more 'doctorish' reason ... you've have no idea how much your baby has drank, he's not having enough...not full enough... which is why he's not sleeping well / colicky. (did I mentioned I try very hard to listen to this 'doctor' but failed miserably). Not all doctors are pro-breastfeed... some never even advised / mentioned about breastfeeding even after the baby is bornt. Instead the doctor's clinic are distributing free formula milk powder. It's good to know that lactation consultant is a better person to go to than doctors in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. then there will also be the 'confinement lady' who naturally prefer 'formula milk' as they are able to adjust the feeding time as compared to 'breast milk' feeding time as and when demanded. This is crucial to them as they need to cook for the mother &amp;amp; help with household works...which is best done while baby is asleep (after feeding time is adjusted) every 2-3 hours. Pacifier is a 'must' for them which may cause nipple confusion ... creating more problems to mother who is trying to establish milk supply. Most confinement lady may not have fully breastfeed their baby thus they may think it's a norm that every baby drink formula milk ... it's really up to us to insist of breastfeeding. What I did was sharing with her all the chinese pregnancy and parenting magazines to give her understanding. I've also got to know that there's another group of confinement lady who are very pro-breastfeeding all for the wrong reason... they feed the mother with lots n lots of alcohol ... the baby will be very 'easy to care' ... sleeping most of the time even when the loud noises are unbearable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. then there are milk powder companies who on the surface seemed very supportive of your breastfeeding effort but turn around offering you their products (which is so good &amp;amp; sooo good). I've been getting phone calls from major baby formula milk brands ... they are providing very good follow ups (hopefully until you start your baby on formula milk).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. then there are companies / employers who indirectly thwart our breastfeeding effort ... due to lack of support in term of facilities. I've known many who gave up breastfeeding upon the end of maternity leave (2 mths) due to reasons as such. It's short sighted of the organisation not to 'see' the long term benefit of breastfeeding .... children with better immune system translate into lesser leave taken by employees. Perhaps there's another reason employers are not providing ... when you need to feed formula milk, you need more money, you'll work harder to earn more money (this one I made up myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. then there's myself to blame ... of course, there were things that I wished I may have done differently such as not being 'so eager to please' everyone who offered advices, not being confident enough with myself &amp;amp; my ability, not being insistent enough when I should be .... and the list goes on. I'm not still not good enough now but I learnt through my experience. I really do hope that my persistence 'a.k.a stubborness' was not a worthless effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the journey is really not easy and may not be getting easier ... I had a rocky start ... had my fair share of problems ... and now as we got 'steadier', I've new emerging problems ... my baby refuses to take anything from bottle but I need to go back to work. (i'm working on it now...anyone with any solutions? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ps. going back to office, I'm going to 'advocate' for a breastfeeding / breast pumping room at each building via suggestion to HR. Well, of course I'll rope in the support of mums and mums-to-be (that included singles who have intention of having babies). I'll need all the support I can get. At least I hope many many more will get to benefit from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-4342428959154542415?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/4342428959154542415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=4342428959154542415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4342428959154542415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4342428959154542415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/11/bf.html' title='BF'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-5715703340886055435</id><published>2009-11-14T16:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:37:59.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>children &amp; parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Virgo child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Common sense &amp;amp; attention to detail are two of your Virgo child strongest characteristics, even from a young age. You might find your little one organising her toys or saving her pocket money to buy some longed-for item, while other children spend their cash on whim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your little virgo isn't likely to be impulsive. Instead, she'll measure the pros &amp;amp; cons of a situation &amp;amp; then make a decision on what to do. Virgo children have high standards &amp;amp; are naturally cautious, so they can seem picky &amp;amp; shy. This is simply because they prefer to stand back &amp;amp; think about a situation rather than throwing themselves into it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your virgo child is a natural helper. She likes order &amp;amp; genuinely wants to help out &amp;amp; do good things for your family &amp;amp; later the world. This is a quality that you should try to encourage &amp;amp; praise her for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As parents of a virgo, you'll need to calm your child's expectation of perfection with the message that sometimes, good enough is just that. Build up her confidence as much as you can, as your child is likely to be self-critical and overly modest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help your little virgo relax &amp;amp; enjoy the simple pleasures in life by getting outside and enjoying nature together. A long walk or a family bike ride is an easy way to do this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bedtime routines, balanced meals &amp;amp; regular fun days will be important for your virgo child, who tend to be a bit of a worrier. Anything that encourages relaxation will help your child stay calm &amp;amp; centred.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gemini &amp;amp; Cancer parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You two are quite differentin your approaches to parenting. One of you comes from the head and the other from the heart, so between you all areas are covered! The Gemini parentis the more logical and talkative. You prefer intellectual to emotion, and you'll be the one to help your children with their homework as well as many of the fun project they want to try. You like new things &amp;amp; a variety of activities, &amp;amp; will provide these for your children to their delight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cancer parent is a nurturing force to be reckoned with! You will introduce your children to the traditions and rituals of your youth, &amp;amp; will incorporate them into your family life. You're sensitive and emotional, so your chidren will be able to pour their hearts out to your sympathetic ear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;gemini parent,virgo child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;running on nervous energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You &amp;amp; your virgo child share an intellectual outlook, &amp;amp; you both run on nervous energy, but beyond that you're really pretty different. You've always been curious, spontaneous &amp;amp; sociable, but your little virgo is much more reserved. She's quiet &amp;amp; observant, especially when there are lots of people around. In fact, your naturally high energy could cause your child to hold back even more, as commotion &amp;amp; impulsive behaviour make her nervous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your little one thrives on orfer &amp;amp; routine, neither of which is your strong point. Your sytle is to make a plan &amp;amp; then change it halfway through, which is likely to drive your little virgo mad! For her sake, try to stick to a set of routine for school &amp;amp; meals, &amp;amp; establish a regular bedtime. You can still encourage her to relax &amp;amp; be flexible in other ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cancer parent, virgo child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A solid emotional bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A born worrier, your virgo child can be a bit reserved or highly strung from an early age. It's a good thing she has such a warmly nurturing, supportive parent as you! You're sensitive to her feelings &amp;amp; concerns, &amp;amp; you go out of your wat to provide her with plenty of emotional support.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under your tender guidance, your little virgo can learn to feel more secure in the world, but take care not to compund her fear with your own. As the parent, your job includes putting on a show of confidence, even when that's the last thing you're feeling inside. In fact, you can learn a lot from your child in that area. She's somewhat more grounded &amp;amp; practical by nature than you are, so she can teach you by example about setting your emotions aside when it's time to get something accomplished.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stumbled upon this at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycentre.co.uk/horoscopes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.babycentre.co.uk/horoscopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; when I was searching for baby care stuff. Suprisingly, these above paragraph seems to be ringing truth especially the part on parents...it's good to know what to expect although I don't believe in everything they say =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ps. click above link if you're curious to find out about what parent / child you'll be like or have been like =) ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-5715703340886055435?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/5715703340886055435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=5715703340886055435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/5715703340886055435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/5715703340886055435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/11/virgo-child-common-sense-attention-to.html' title='children &amp; parents'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-4467800712490749606</id><published>2009-11-12T06:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:29:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st online purchase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've not really brought anything online (yes,despite living in this age)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this would be my 1st purchase online ... paiseh ^^!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never expect myself to spend this much purchasing stuffs online ... stuffs that I don't get to touch / feel/ try before buying. (for a fussy buyer like me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spent almost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RM1000&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in total (a big sum for a 1st timer imho &amp;amp; I DO NOT EVEN DARE TO SPEND THAT AMOUNT OFFLINE ... I've must have been CRAZY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has cross my mind that what happened if I've transfered the money to the specific account and don't receive my goods / receive my goods not in acceptable condition, but I guess there's too much thing to worry about if I were to start worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Oh, did I mentioned I kept looking out of the door every minute waiting for some delivery guy to appear =p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a very pleasant online shopping &amp;amp; buying experience though =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks to the very efficient &amp;amp; prompt service as well as good customer service rendered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this experience has sparked 2 things in me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1st &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: it has tempted me to spend more money online ... purchasing stuff that are so easily available (at fingertips) without the hassle of going to the mall physically. I can do research and search for the best deals online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that 1st experience, I've been very tempted to purchase clothes &amp;amp; handbags online (&amp;amp; have them delivered to my doorstep ... since now I'm less mobile) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;really a bad case of 'belum cuba belum tau, sudah cuba tiap tiap hari mau' .... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.... I'm obsessed to the point where I need to keep myself sane by reminding myself that those 'cash' are better off used somewhere else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;: it has opened my eyes towards a new avenue ... another stream of income. I was telling myself ... if I were to be a full time mother / housewife, this could be 'IT' ... establishing &amp;amp; managing an online store presence. Wait... I don't really need to be a full time mother / housewife to do 'THAT'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;RM1000 for such a lesson (an experience) ... worth it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-4467800712490749606?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/4467800712490749606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=4467800712490749606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4467800712490749606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4467800712490749606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/11/1st-online-purchase.html' title='1st online purchase'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-8114435569194745560</id><published>2009-11-07T07:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:15:21.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love makes it all worthwhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my life (yes, 24 hour of my everyday) revolve around him now ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there were many things we've been through and many things coming ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE MAKES IT ALL WORTHWHILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401132954534367794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SvStzkOtUjI/AAAAAAAACW8/S0bi2MSWbNc/s320/rDSC_4756.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-8114435569194745560?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/8114435569194745560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=8114435569194745560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/8114435569194745560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/8114435569194745560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-makes-it-all-worthwhile.html' title='love makes it all worthwhile'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SvStzkOtUjI/AAAAAAAACW8/S0bi2MSWbNc/s72-c/rDSC_4756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-2116083462163849595</id><published>2009-10-07T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:05:28.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pay it forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most of the time, when I encountered difficulties or obstacles in life (read : having troubles) I'm fortunate to have people to help me out (in cantonese, we call them guai yan).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've always feel very grateful ... that things turn out better for me that I make it a point to pay it forward (especially when I'm indebted to the 'guai yan's and don't know what else I can do to repay their kindness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take for instance, earlier this year when I was very prone to fainting especially during peak hours rush in the morning, many good samaritan (most are total strangers) have helped me before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Among them, there's one that really had me wonder 'is there still such kind people around?' especially in urban area where people are more selfish for self protection (this i don't blame anyone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This 'guai yan' is a guy who caught hold of me just as I faint in time after alighting the LRT at bandaraya station. The next thing I knew was I was asked by 2 female LRT officers whether I'm alright. They brought me to the rest room of the LRT station allow me to recover laying on a row of chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A colleague from the opposite direction LRT who saw me fainted came over to help. I was told when I woke up later that the guy who helped me earlier had actually left the station, came back with a bottle of 1.5L mineral water and 2 roti cream (thinking I may have skipped my breakfast). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He left before I recover that I didn't managed to remember his face or thank him for his kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later I found out the price tag showed KK supermart - some convenience store like 7-11, i don't think there's any KK supermart near the bandaraya station, so either this good samaritan has walked very far to buy the water n roti or he had sacrificed his breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I felt better, 3 colleagues of mine brought me to the nearest panel clinic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, they were late for some meetings due to helping me. They even contacted ah dear to come fetch me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've started to feel that I'm surrounded by good and kind people almost all the time ... and I realised by paying it forward, it will make this world a so much more better place ... for us as well as our children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh .... the story ended beautifully .... because one morning around 3 months down the road, while I was waiting for LRT in the morning, a girl whose face is as pale as tissue paper dashed out of the crowded LRT. I forego the LRT and decided that the girl need help. I know how exactly it feel like fainting. True enough, she almost fainted when I hold her arms and lead her to the bench. Asked her to take deep breath and went to call for help when she recover a little. I even had the gut to ask another person to look after her while I went to the ticketing counter for help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I even spoke to her mum when the girl passed her handphone to me (talking about being a busybody).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh .... I did not go and buy the mineral water and roti for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for every kindness that we received, if we pay it forward ... the compounding effect will be even greater =) the world will be a wonderful place =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-2116083462163849595?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/2116083462163849595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=2116083462163849595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/2116083462163849595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/2116083462163849595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/10/pay-it-forward.html' title='pay it forward'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-8903198601157301821</id><published>2009-10-04T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:30:21.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;realised I've not wrote for about 26 days (4 days short to a month)&lt;br /&gt;realised that I've so many things to write, to share that I literally have at least 1 post for a day ... yet I've not have time to put everything in writing (plus I don't know where to begin .... it's a long long journey)&lt;br /&gt;realised that in these 26 days .... I've received so so much blessings&lt;br /&gt;realised that there will be more more 26 days to come ... and there will be more more blessings I'll receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for all the blessings we've received ... precious little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ps. have you ever seen the flower of aloe vera plant? the aloe vera plant in my garden is having flower ... the 1st time in my almost 30 years =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-8903198601157301821?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/8903198601157301821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=8903198601157301821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/8903198601157301821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/8903198601157301821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessings.html' title='blessings'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-467164420255373049</id><published>2009-09-08T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:42:06.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter for wishbone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes we do not know whether to be angry or to laugh at wishbone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why do I say so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she seem to have her ways to people's heart ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;either she thinks all letters from SPCA is for her OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ps. I have no idea how she actually tear open a letter that's in the letter box??? and choose this one from the 2 letters in the letter box??? is it the SPCA smells???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379121163383123970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SqZ6MsM8sAI/AAAAAAAACWk/b9zY1KjfKn8/s320/DSC00097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she's doing her bit ... trying to help her buddies in SPCA (by letting them out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379121164462872114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SqZ6MwOYVjI/AAAAAAAACWs/xly9QWkXAQc/s320/DSC00098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379121174529048882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SqZ6NVuWATI/AAAAAAAACW0/ImcdTHXzG0M/s320/DSC00099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;only god knows what's on wishbone's mind I think .... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-467164420255373049?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/467164420255373049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=467164420255373049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/467164420255373049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/467164420255373049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-for-wishbone.html' title='letter for wishbone'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SqZ6MsM8sAI/AAAAAAAACWk/b9zY1KjfKn8/s72-c/DSC00097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-1898744905698658429</id><published>2009-09-03T00:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:25:33.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re'living' those moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During then ..... year 2004 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;at aunty andy's home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376902092996030786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Sp6X9y0VMUI/AAAAAAAACWM/aj3LClBN6gA/s400/DSC_6825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During then .... another year .... 2005 (at CY's home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376902871733749378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Sp6YrH13xoI/AAAAAAAACWU/OmgV0ggDF4E/s400/P1010068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During then ... another another year .... 2006 (at SY's home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Sp6ZfdrRxrI/AAAAAAAACWc/XhlXg_G548U/s1600-h/IMG_3753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376903770948093618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Sp6ZfdrRxrI/AAAAAAAACWc/XhlXg_G548U/s400/IMG_3753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what about 2007 &amp;amp; 2008 gathering? anyone have the pictures? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I'm not wrong we did have BBQ + potluck for 2007 &amp;amp; 2008 right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no matter what, let's make one happen for 2009 eh? ok boh kawan kawan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-1898744905698658429?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/1898744905698658429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=1898744905698658429&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/1898744905698658429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/1898744905698658429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/09/reliving-those-moments.html' title='re&apos;living&apos; those moments'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Sp6X9y0VMUI/AAAAAAAACWM/aj3LClBN6gA/s72-c/DSC_6825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-5521001847234787432</id><published>2009-09-01T06:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:54:28.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up early</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's fun and refreshing to be up early ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;woke up with a stomach pain... went to toilet and couldn't get myself to sleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read a few chapters of a 'Tony Parsons' book and still couldn't sleep thus decided to station myself at the PC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love the calmness and serenity of the morning ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love wishbone greeting me with her 'furiously wagging' tail when I opened the glass door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love wishbone stay right there at the door step accompanying me (without fail) - lol...she's actually waiting for her 'breakfast' ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Up early .... it's like you have whole lots of time to yourself ... it's like you have the whole long day for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a happy day everyday .... everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(yeah, I know easier said than done .... but but at least give it a try)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-5521001847234787432?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/5521001847234787432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=5521001847234787432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/5521001847234787432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/5521001847234787432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/09/up-early.html' title='up early'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-8998295207173018595</id><published>2009-08-27T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:08:33.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'puppet show'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm getting a little tired of some 'puppet shows' put up by some so called 'respected' sweepers who treat us like dirt (cheap dirt). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They sweep us under this 'carpet' at one moment and decided we should be swept under another 'carpet' at the next moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All they do (or did well) so far was sweeping us around .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somehow, I have a feeling that this bunch of dirt will not stay long ... they will follow the wind to a better place ... leaving no dirt to be swept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps then the sweepers will realised no matter how well they sweep, they are still sweeping the dirt under the carpets, not into a dustpan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Honestly, life has got much more to offer than being swept around ... (especially like nobody's business). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the voice of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a little frustrated tiny speck of dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-8998295207173018595?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/8998295207173018595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=8998295207173018595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/8998295207173018595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/8998295207173018595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppet-show.html' title='&apos;puppet show&apos;'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-8644596146016066317</id><published>2009-08-21T21:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:35:22.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>father's side of the stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=D 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The new father ran out of the delivery room and announced to the rest of the family who were waiting for the news : "We have twins!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The familly was so excited they immediately asked : "Who do they look like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The father paused, smiled, and said, "Each other'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A man speaks frantically into the phone, "My wife is pregnant, and her contractions are only 2 minutes apart!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Is this her first child?" the doctor queries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"NO!!!" the man shpouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"This is her husband!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;source : Wyeth Mama 'Beautiful Life Begins' Guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-8644596146016066317?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/8644596146016066317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=8644596146016066317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/8644596146016066317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/8644596146016066317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/08/fathers-stories.html' title='father&apos;s side of the stories'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-5879667216677497342</id><published>2009-08-10T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:01:10.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different kind of read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I picked up the latest issue of Cleo the other day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I found I didn't have the patience nor the passion to finish (or even start reading) it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forced myself a little to at least read some interesting articles .... but I just couldn't wait to 'get rid of it' just as I started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing in there really interest me any more (sad to say). Cleo was at some point one of the mag I read diligently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It makes me wonder ... what is happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it me or is it the magazine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think it ought (it has) to be me... outgrowing the magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My priorities have changed and so do my need &amp;amp; taste in read &amp;amp; knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps I'm too old for that 'stage' Cleo is in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No more Cleo ... Goodbye Cleo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have you ever like reading a certain genre of books / magazines and finding yourself disliking the same genre over time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-5879667216677497342?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/5879667216677497342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=5879667216677497342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/5879667216677497342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/5879667216677497342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/08/different-kind-of-read.html' title='Different kind of read'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-3569561100837129114</id><published>2009-08-03T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:20:43.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, that's my dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Snbw0taH6SI/AAAAAAAACWE/ZWxleLAbu10/s1600-h/DSC00085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365740794391554338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Snbw0taH6SI/AAAAAAAACWE/ZWxleLAbu10/s320/DSC00085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This is our wishbone .... the 'steadiest' dog in the neighbourhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just don't ask me how she got up there... she just got up there all by herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, she'll just sit up there waiting for us to come home.&lt;/span&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/7516234-3569561100837129114?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/3569561100837129114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=3569561100837129114&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/3569561100837129114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/3569561100837129114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-thats-my-dog.html' title='Hey, that&apos;s my dog'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Snbw0taH6SI/AAAAAAAACWE/ZWxleLAbu10/s72-c/DSC00085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-3071578739431014315</id><published>2009-08-02T09:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:10:35.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascination box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went crazy last Friday while shopping with dear at Tesco.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I refused to budge from the stationeries section ... despite numerous attempts to persuade and numerous attempts to threaten me ...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There were something there that glued me to it. I couldn't bring my feet to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's something that has kept me fascinated for the almost 30 years in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I insisted on buying that 'fascination box' despite dear has given me another 'fascination box' with more varieties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not enough with that 'fascination box' ... on Saturday, I again went berserk searching for the 'book' that allow me to start using what's inside 'fascination box'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After a few futile attempts at the pasar malam (night market), I went to the chinese book booth at Tesco concourse area - found some but was too pricey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We proceeded to the book store, dear was helping me search high and low for the wanted 'book' .... it was located at very strategic place - toddlers / kiddies' eye level =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There were about 8 selections ... I was only allowed to buy 2 (I took 3 anyway...shhh...hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Upon reaching home, bathing, having dinner &amp;amp; watching movie, I embarked the journey of 'fascination' ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was really therapeutic and calming.... (I know what you must have been thinking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365181032667106866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SnTzuSfJTjI/AAAAAAAACVk/AHoqdhzkk68/s320/IMG_0728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365181040521514866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SnTzuvvyD3I/AAAAAAAACVs/wogyP5ga9gY/s320/IMG_0729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365181042505912370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SnTzu3I5kDI/AAAAAAAACV0/DOijDgvEowk/s320/IMG_0730.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365181048869573170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SnTzvO2HUjI/AAAAAAAACV8/jC2UOpXa6_I/s320/IMG_0731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is CHILDISH I know ... but I found it effective in making me HAPPY and CALM my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;total damage : about RM10 - the fascination box cost about RM3.50 and colouring book cost RM2 each... ( i see someone shaking his head...lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ps. now I start to wonder whether I'll start fighting with my children for colouring activities? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-3071578739431014315?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/3071578739431014315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=3071578739431014315&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/3071578739431014315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/3071578739431014315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/08/fascination-box.html' title='Fascination box'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SnTzuSfJTjI/AAAAAAAACVk/AHoqdhzkk68/s72-c/IMG_0728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-3787077768038938782</id><published>2009-07-25T22:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:10:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 jabs in a day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just got back from the 2nd jab for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It has been some time since I last got jabbed ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what more 2 in a day at the buttock (almost same spot) 12 hours apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've numb feeling all over my right leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm going to rest ... I need rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;people say if there's anyone who's willing to take the pain for us ... it has got to be our parents and our love ones ... it is indeed true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-3787077768038938782?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/3787077768038938782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=3787077768038938782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/3787077768038938782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/3787077768038938782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-jabs-in-day.html' title='2 jabs in a day..'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-5184421929476358481</id><published>2009-07-19T09:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:16:06.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back on track ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SmJzaxdDGwI/AAAAAAAACVc/j5QwEHERU4U/s1600-h/2227968631_b1b41f29a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359973410313280258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SmJzaxdDGwI/AAAAAAAACVc/j5QwEHERU4U/s320/2227968631_b1b41f29a6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt; source : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/coloursofmalaysia/2227968631/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;flickr.com/photos/coloursofmalaysia/2227968631/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm back on track ...errr. I mean the walking track at Tmn Tasik Permaisuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've just came back from the track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been like a month (that's a total of 4 weeks equivalent to 30 days) I've been absent from my weekly walk at the park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It feels good to be alive and walking with the companionship of buddies. Thank you buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Also thanks to CY &amp;amp; family whom I always trouble to pick me. Thank you very much CY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Looking forward to more walks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They say the 'walking' will make the 'process' easier ... hopefully it does help =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-5184421929476358481?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/5184421929476358481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=5184421929476358481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/5184421929476358481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/5184421929476358481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-on-track.html' title='I&apos;m back on track ...'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SmJzaxdDGwI/AAAAAAAACVc/j5QwEHERU4U/s72-c/2227968631_b1b41f29a6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-4937661590656037689</id><published>2009-07-16T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:07:47.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'no need to read also can' post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been some time since I wrote something 'SOLID' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I used to be someone who write about what happened in my life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;somehow I feel I've changed over time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm now a little more protective of those dear to me in my life or coming into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm not too sure as to whether this is for better or for worse ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sometimes I feel like sharing my ups &amp;amp; downs in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sometimes I'm afraid I spill too much for my own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now that I'm closer to the BIG 30 ... I think I've got a clearer picture of what I want in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No doubt I do wander around aimlessly at times but I know what I want most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also begin to understand more about unconditional love and responsibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It has been a wonderful journey so far ... I would like to say thank you God for the blessings I received every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yah, most probably you have the feeling "write already equal to didn't write" cause I "say some don't say some"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Perhaps it will be some time before I learn to open up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-4937661590656037689?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/4937661590656037689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=4937661590656037689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4937661590656037689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4937661590656037689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-need-to-read-also-can-post.html' title='&apos;no need to read also can&apos; post'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-8557109359219887240</id><published>2009-07-08T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:47:13.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English is a difficult language .... for some</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SlSi-Y_IvBI/AAAAAAAACVU/c-K4L_C8U88/s1600-h/pic31078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356085049593216018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SlSi-Y_IvBI/AAAAAAAACVU/c-K4L_C8U88/s400/pic31078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I couldn't stop laughing after reading this ... such is the beauty of language =p&lt;/span&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/7516234-8557109359219887240?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/8557109359219887240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=8557109359219887240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/8557109359219887240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/8557109359219887240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/07/english-is-difficult-language-for-some.html' title='English is a difficult language .... for some'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/SlSi-Y_IvBI/AAAAAAAACVU/c-K4L_C8U88/s72-c/pic31078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-4941394261750794120</id><published>2009-07-08T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:41:29.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunchtime is lunchtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The office phone rings, one of the employees picks up and says: "What kind of an idiot is it that dares to phone me in the middle of my lunch break?!?"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The caller shouts back: "Do you have any idea whom you are talking to...? I am the CEO of this company!"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The employee replies: "Do you have any idea whom YOU are talking to?"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perplexed the CEO mumbles: "NO!!!"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The employee heaves a sigh of relieve and say: "Thank goodness for that!!" and hangs up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ps. this is one smartie the company should retain =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;source : from some forwarded email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-4941394261750794120?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/4941394261750794120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=4941394261750794120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4941394261750794120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4941394261750794120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/07/lunchtime-is-lunchtime.html' title='lunchtime is lunchtime'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-2804323820525696443</id><published>2009-06-28T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:30:39.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Skd9myfPyWI/AAAAAAAACU8/d-7rnSysZLA/s1600-h/IMG_0698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384787494455650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Skd9myfPyWI/AAAAAAAACU8/d-7rnSysZLA/s320/IMG_0698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Asparagus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Skd9mqZwzoI/AAAAAAAACU0/DJy3o9r7YIM/s1600-h/IMG_0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384785323970178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Skd9mqZwzoI/AAAAAAAACU0/DJy3o9r7YIM/s320/IMG_0694.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Macaroni sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Skd9md1CK6I/AAAAAAAACUs/yYBsnoahhBE/s1600-h/IMG_0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384781948693410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Skd9md1CK6I/AAAAAAAACUs/yYBsnoahhBE/s320/IMG_0693.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lasagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Skd9lxYpy7I/AAAAAAAACUk/8DwMx9B_eog/s1600-h/IMG_0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384770018495410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Skd9lxYpy7I/AAAAAAAACUk/8DwMx9B_eog/s320/IMG_0691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Sturday Night Dinner ... thanks to ah dear =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On Sunday, I failed in my attempt to boil herbal soup for ah dear though ... I added too much salt and ended up with a pot of 'sea water' =p .... there you see, I was &amp;amp; am never good in cooking but I hope I'll be good enough to cook for my children in future =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-2804323820525696443?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/2804323820525696443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=2804323820525696443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/2804323820525696443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/2804323820525696443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-night-dinner.html' title='Saturday night dinner'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8ygRZz-dO4/Skd9myfPyWI/AAAAAAAACU8/d-7rnSysZLA/s72-c/IMG_0698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-3760752644181942646</id><published>2009-06-28T11:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:28:37.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>那一天</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/21wqQ6jeFPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/21wqQ6jeFPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is one of my favourite movie of all time ... 天下无贼 A World Without Thieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the story, the scenes and the song 杨坤 - 那一天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The song will start playing on minute 5:16 of the video snippet from the ending of the movie. A little long but I hope you can watch till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and this short simple scene ... it's so simple yet it conveys a whole lot of emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLZuCiPD0ZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLZuCiPD0ZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-3760752644181942646?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/3760752644181942646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=3760752644181942646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/3760752644181942646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/3760752644181942646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='那一天'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-4981077717641567032</id><published>2009-06-19T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:34:16.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money money money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, I'm worrying about money again ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We seem to have many expenses coming and I feel I'm not earning enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Call me a kiasu but I'm more comfortable with some 'cushion' (the thicker the better) in my account rather than living from paycheck to paycheck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been saving very hard from young ... thank to what my parents inculcate in me and I do take money very seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Looks like now I'll need to pursue a higher income ... nevermind via the main stream or via side stream (even better if it's from multiple streams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Help me ... I need the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm also in a dilemma. I do not know whether in times like this, is it appropriate for me to hint to my friend to return the money I lent her about 1.5 years ago? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I really do hope she and her husband is doing better now and returning a few thousands of dollars will be 'sap sap sui' for them. But then how come I find it so hard to ask? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-4981077717641567032?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/4981077717641567032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=4981077717641567032&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4981077717641567032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4981077717641567032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/06/money-money-money.html' title='money money money'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-2147932131928491651</id><published>2009-06-16T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:41:07.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you or will you not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A friend raised an easy question to another friend which may not have such an easy answer after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q : You're not so into that person. However, if in the end, there's no other options / alternative, will you still choose to be together with that person? Will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could not answer this question because I've found the person I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are differing views on this though : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. NO... It wouldn't be good to treat others as last options. It wouldn't feel good too if we are that person's shoe. If we think we both are not meant for each other, let the person go. Do not hang on or give that person hope just because we are afraid we couldn't find other better options. Thus if you've let go, no matter what happen in the end, you'd rather remain single than to drag the other person (whom you may love only half heartedly) in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. YES ... Sometimes, when we come to the last options, things may just work out wonderful. Never try never know. Sometimes, when we are still capable and have the conditions to find better options, we do not want to settle for 2nd best. However, things that doesn't look bright in the beginning may shine in the end...Susan Boyle remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. YES ... Human being human are greedy and selfish creatures (although not all, i do not want to generalise). We do not want to be tied down to a person because we are secretly hoping we find a better option down the road. At the same time, we may refuse to let the person go because we want 'security' .. something we can fall back on just in case other options fail. Thus we want both the 'grass is greener' option and the 'security' despite being unfair to the other person. In the end, you still think having 'someone' is better than 'having no one'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then again, like they say, love is blind ... you could be not into that person at 18 but love that person to bits at 28... so things in life are sometimes hard to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Will you or will you not?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-2147932131928491651?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/2147932131928491651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=2147932131928491651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/2147932131928491651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/2147932131928491651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-you-or-will-you-not.html' title='will you or will you not?'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-4929914586803455104</id><published>2009-06-11T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:44:49.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clean up act</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arriving unusually early in office yesterday, looking at my office desk ... it suddenly occur to me to clean my office desk .... to sort out what's below, what's above and what's inside my desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're wondering what's below my desk, wonder no more .... there are currently 19 boxes, 2 pairs of shoes / sandals, some paper bags, some plastic containers, some recycled A4 papers in 2 boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what's on my desk .... papers &amp;amp; papers, files, calendar, plants, monitor, keyboard, telephone, some souvenirs from colleagues....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what's inside my desk (basically refering to 3-tier drawer) ..... haha, my colleagues say I have a sundry shop here right at my desk.... basically it consist of neccessities like dry condiments / foods, medicines, mobile kitchenware (eg.bowl, spoons, forks), personal items, a support pillow, some recycled plastic bags, ang pow packets, notebook, groceries which I've yet to bring home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha...now that I do stock check, really like a sundry shop, isn't it? =p hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;update as of 11/6/09 8:40am : I've only managed to clear my desktop of some papers and old newspapers and brought some brochures home to for wishbone's shi* =p i think to really clear this whole place of mine will take weeks if not month ... it's a personal MEGA project (imagine how long it took me to accumulate those THRASH) =p wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-4929914586803455104?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/4929914586803455104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=4929914586803455104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4929914586803455104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/4929914586803455104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/06/clean-up-act.html' title='clean up act'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516234.post-1092073465192243658</id><published>2009-06-08T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:42:42.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking back, I almost never got angry for the past 6 - 9 months ... and hope to keep it that way =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I almost forgot how to get angry ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everytime when I'm about to get angry, I will think who am I to judge others and why should I be angry when I myself make mistakes as well.  Sometimes I will also think 'What if this is the last moment of life I get to see this person and yet I spent it getting angry and souring the relationship with this person?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And because of not getting angry and stating my 'opinion' in a firm manner ... many may feel or see me as a person with no 'stand' ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but let me share with you, I have my 'stand' ... it may differ and it may be the same as others ... but I do not see the point of getting angry just for the sake of winning the argument. Sometimes the one that wins the argument loses all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do know of people who get angry at the slightest things .... and these people are the one suffering themselves in the end. We do not need to suppress all our anger all the time ... but do not let it consume us and the people around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You may want to try not getting angry for a week .... a month ... a quarter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you'll feel different ... as though the world is suddenly so much more a nicer place to be in (no kidding =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516234-1092073465192243658?l=su_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/feeds/1092073465192243658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7516234&amp;postID=1092073465192243658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/1092073465192243658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516234/posts/default/1092073465192243658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://su_.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-angry.html' title='getting angry'/><author><name>Su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12766632851871744123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16600082900520672993'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>