<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:48:28.195+08:00</updated><category term='Political Views'/><category term='Festive'/><category term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><category term='The Bitter Taste of Working Life'/><category term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Whatever Whenever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-2355912155124757194</id><published>2012-02-10T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T09:38:17.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>My 37th birthday</title><content type='html'>Today tells me that I'm passing 37years old. Remarkably can still see me babbling here in my blog. What's so special on my own birthday? None of my loved ones gives me a surprise but that's not what I wanted. It is so happened that hubby and my girl is not the 1st one to wish me "happy birthday" but all my friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complaining here is what I usually do. Here..when someone at home birthday, I'll make red eggs on their birthdays. But no one makes one for me. Does it mean I care more than them? I took initiative to buy gifts on behalf on my kids. But does anyone at home do the same to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so much to celebrate it with my friends like how it used to be last time as I feel more jovial. Now it is so much like..waiting for miracle to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see what happens tonight. No dinner..no birthday cake??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-2355912155124757194?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2355912155124757194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=2355912155124757194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2355912155124757194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2355912155124757194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-37th-birthday.html' title='My 37th birthday'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-850218225541387106</id><published>2012-02-06T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T09:22:53.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap Goh Mei (Last day of CNY 2012)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.armbarpro.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/2012-chinese-year-water-dragon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.armbarpro.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/2012-chinese-year-water-dragon.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the last day of Chinese New Year. Its been 15 days since the 1st day of CNY. This year's holiday has been remarkable and tiring cos it was a stretch week long holiday. Gambling is a must for the chinese custom here and we can see spectacular lion dances at major shopping malls. This year's gambling luck is quite alright. Still make some $$. Gambling has been good to me for many years as I hardly lose. Praise to the god.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight will be another gambling session and will be the last. Hope everyone will enjoy tonight orange throwing at the rivers and huaarrttt arrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gongxifachai and Happy Chap Goh Mei 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-850218225541387106?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/850218225541387106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=850218225541387106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/850218225541387106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/850218225541387106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2012/02/chap-goh-mei-last-day-of-cny-2012.html' title='Chap Goh Mei (Last day of CNY 2012)'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-4397400069630304525</id><published>2012-01-04T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:11:27.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>Today is the day to welcome and celebrate the year of 2012. Gosh, time flies again. Without noticing it, I've been out-of-job for 3years! But during this 3years, has been great for me to fulfill my responsibility as a mother and wife at home. It makes me felt redundant at times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;This year I will strive to look for job and if I do, I'll send Caylie to kindie earlier though she's just 3yrs old.  Nevertheless, I still like my position now..spending timeless with my kids. But no money and savings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, to kick off this early start, I need to speed up with my laundry plans asap without hesitation. Afterall, NO RISK NO GAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh oh oh, we went to the Curve on the 31st Dec to witness the most spectacular and awesome fireworks. Was beautiful..nope, I didn't managed to record the fireworks like I always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Happy New Year 2012!&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/4583036497824027001-4397400069630304525?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4397400069630304525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=4397400069630304525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4397400069630304525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4397400069630304525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year 2012'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-7493544877065653426</id><published>2011-11-30T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:48:22.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Mahkota Melaka Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emCTS3jtwOA/TtWLTOLYDnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pRvPGsi3HaM/s1600/IMG_0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emCTS3jtwOA/TtWLTOLYDnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pRvPGsi3HaM/s200/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680599667337334386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6n7ZQ2Acpw/TtWLS7SVGpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/fnnU36z9f-o/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6n7ZQ2Acpw/TtWLS7SVGpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/fnnU36z9f-o/s200/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680599662266227346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dOvnN4jmdUY/TtWLSVxRFSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/88HmGqEC1e8/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dOvnN4jmdUY/TtWLSVxRFSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/88HmGqEC1e8/s200/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680599652195439906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPsPFixy1Ik/TtWLSBLiVQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dmneIYjZmmA/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPsPFixy1Ik/TtWLSBLiVQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dmneIYjZmmA/s200/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680599646668477698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMD_gdERd2Q/TtWLRxZ8C9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Xo17X8ih9N4/s1600/The%2Bliving%2Broom.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMD_gdERd2Q/TtWLRxZ8C9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Xo17X8ih9N4/s200/The%2Bliving%2Broom.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680599642433915858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Melaka on the 21st-25th November 5D4N trip following hubby for his business trip. Darn surely followed him rather than sitting at home. Spent so much time looking for a pleasant place to stay with budget given. Thank god that I managed to get a contact thru homestay program.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place where we stayed was at Mahkota Melaka Hotel in the heart of the city. Just 5mins walk to Mahkota Parade/Dataran Pahlawan. First I was having doubt to stay there cos been there many years ago, the hotel was dirty and old. Now that they have refurbished, it should be alright. Got to know Mdm Tan, she's one of unit owner. Since she's a chinese, I'm not so worried about the cleanliness. When I was first entering her unit, I fell in love with the unit. I felt warm and homely. It was so clean that you could see your reflection on the floor. There's Astro and dvd player to keep your boredom away. My kids loves the place so much. The toilet and room is slightly small. WHat do you expect for a studio apartment?? The place was super windy. Oh the best part of it, there's a children playroom at the same block. My kids got to play and watch cartoons at the playroom without charges. Right in front of the playroom, is the recreation club office where you could register to play any board games, mini golf, ping pong and swimming pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girls wasn't bored when the dad goes to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for myself, the plus point ~ there's a coin operated launderette and mini market just downstairs. Super convenient. Love the place here. If I ever go to Melaka again, will definitely want to stay there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the last day of checking out, hubby and I did some thorough cleaning before we left. To us is that since it is so clean and comfortable, we will do our part to make sure it looks exactly how it looks when we first check in. Mdm Tan was so polite and she's so appreciate our cleaning work too, she bought my kids Big Apple donuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-7493544877065653426?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7493544877065653426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=7493544877065653426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/7493544877065653426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/7493544877065653426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2011/11/mahkota-melaka-hotel.html' title='Mahkota Melaka Hotel'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emCTS3jtwOA/TtWLTOLYDnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pRvPGsi3HaM/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-4880546271479782624</id><published>2011-11-01T08:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:16:58.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Natasya Resort@Cameron Highland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ymssWnvfWQ/Tq-y1r6RPLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zLHG6WP9ceo/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ymssWnvfWQ/Tq-y1r6RPLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zLHG6WP9ceo/s200/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669947091272678578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEhp--2Pe8Q/Tq-y1GmR0oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DXsAtHlrcl8/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEhp--2Pe8Q/Tq-y1GmR0oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DXsAtHlrcl8/s200/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669947081256718978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 10yrs since my last trip to Cameron. This time round we stayed at Natasya Resort at Kea Farm near Equatorial. The place is so windy and cooling. Well, the girls indeed had a good time there. Besides plucking strawberries, we went to several interesting places such as nursery where you can see plenty of different colour of flowers, then cactus farm, the bee farm, butterfly park, tea plantation and lastly the waterfall where Carmen had a splashing time herself cos Caylie fell asleep in the car while I was mabuk. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This trip that I planned was for our 11th anniversary..just the 4 of us. Though the journey was tiring but the family bonding was there. Kids get to see the nature. Well, back to the place where we stayed. The apartment was ok clean lar, very spacious, comes with 2 bathrooms. There were 2 single beds and a sofa bed at the living hall. Caylie and I slept one of the beds while Carmen and Eddie shared another single bed. Through enough that the nite was dead cos there hardly any entertainment and its so cold. We stayed indoor watching Terminator 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying for a nite is definitely more than enough cos 3D2N would be too boring to stay on. Looking forward to the next cooling trip~Fraser's Hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-4880546271479782624?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4880546271479782624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=4880546271479782624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4880546271479782624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4880546271479782624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2011/11/natasya-resortcameron-highland.html' title='Natasya Resort@Cameron Highland'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ymssWnvfWQ/Tq-y1r6RPLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zLHG6WP9ceo/s72-c/IMG_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-655647647655213237</id><published>2011-10-24T10:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:24:29.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me biased?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBoMOY7lcx0/TqYPwyuwNoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IPOKahL2RFQ/s1600/325583_10150427470220917_551490916_10316107_1062699156_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBoMOY7lcx0/TqYPwyuwNoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IPOKahL2RFQ/s200/325583_10150427470220917_551490916_10316107_1062699156_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667234512018355842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby kept saying that I'm biased towards my lil Caylie. Knowing that she's still young and still a baby to me, I have to manja her a bit lar but I still teaches her what's right and wrong. I've tried not talking to Carmen in loud tone or yell at her. But she's always getting into my nerves. Her attitude makes my blow my top and I don't want Caylie to learn all this from the sister. Carmen plays an important role to her lil sister. Whatever the elder one said or does, surely the lil one will follow. Cos the lil one is still very naive on what should say or what should not say. But being an 8yr old kid, she should know and I've been teaching till vomit blood, Carmen still likes to answer back with long tone. I hated it. Yup, I was like that when I was younger and maybe this is the reflection I'm getting. But my mum uses chili padi and rub my mouth if I answer back. I wonder if I could use this method on her. Its been 2 yrs since she's in primary school and I know she learnt all these from school but her attitude memang like this. If she doesn't change, nobody will like her in future cos it's damn irritating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit that I love my lil one abit more and I know I shouldn't be like this and to be fairly love. Probably its because that I gave birth to her in a very special way and that I'm taking care of her since baby. The bonding is too strong. And she was born with good behaviour in terms of manners. She'll say please, thank you and welcome most of the time. She's just like me~affectionate type, loves to hug and kiss. She always melt my heart. I hope and pray that she'll be like this for long and hope Carmen will change too. I don't want her to be hated or dislike her. Hope one day she'll realized that too. I love both of you my dearest Carmen &amp;amp; Caylie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-655647647655213237?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/655647647655213237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=655647647655213237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/655647647655213237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/655647647655213237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-biased.html' title='Me biased?'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBoMOY7lcx0/TqYPwyuwNoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IPOKahL2RFQ/s72-c/325583_10150427470220917_551490916_10316107_1062699156_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-479884778494944387</id><published>2011-09-27T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T12:29:34.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Quality time</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder isn't it wonderful to be on our own? It sure does cos I truly felt that whenever the ILs aren't around especially MIL. Other than the peaceful situation, it calms everyone down right here. Not only for myself but my girls and hubby is happy. My girls can do whatever they like on their own and I can see smiles from my hubby. We would giggle and teasing each other on the bed. We loved the scenario and wished it would last longer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it'll end soon. ILs is coming back soon. They are at my SIL place for 3-4 days. Our house is so clean and not messy. But once they are back, everything have to clean 3x a day. Why? Cos there's a 'super clean' person who like to pick up rubbish and bring it home, ransacked people's dustbin, oh damn she also collect unwanted food from the kopitiam for the dog!! She would carry the dirty bag of food into the house with the dirty water dripping all over. I pengsan edi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah, the main thing here is 4 of us are enjoying and cherishing every moment now...Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-479884778494944387?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/479884778494944387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=479884778494944387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/479884778494944387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/479884778494944387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2011/09/quality-time.html' title='Quality time'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-5497948992962651650</id><published>2011-09-20T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:49:54.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caylie's 1st time in hospital</title><content type='html'>Caylie has been admitted to Damansara Specialist since yesterday. Suspected to have diagnose with pneumonia~fever, cough and difficulty in breathing. Though it was her 1st time admitted, she's doing very well in terms of getting her vaccines and the drippings without shedding a drop of tear! She was very very brave. And I nearly cried when her had her hand poked by the needle and with bandage. Its like a total new world to her~the handicapped world but she's still doing absolutely fine. Hopefully Dr will allow her to discharge tomorrow after spending 3D2N holiday here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am suffering here as I hadn't been sleeping since 2nites. I had terrible migraine right now and feel like crashing my head to the wall!  I gotta be strong so that I'll get a good nite sleep tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get well soon, baby Caylie! Mummy loves you...muack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-5497948992962651650?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5497948992962651650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=5497948992962651650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/5497948992962651650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/5497948992962651650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2011/09/caylies-1st-time-in-hospital.html' title='Caylie&apos;s 1st time in hospital'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-2575799610818368678</id><published>2011-07-29T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:06:09.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s49ZtDDq-Jc/TjJpwPlE8wI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YwsWzNXbRsE/s1600/peace%2Bsign.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s49ZtDDq-Jc/TjJpwPlE8wI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YwsWzNXbRsE/s200/peace%2Bsign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634682361330594562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 4th day that the old bags are not at home. Had been very peaceful for me and my family. The girls were running around and do stuff they like unlike those days when the old bags are here, the girls will keep themselves in the room. Likewise, the house is even cleaner and organized when they are not around. I had a full controlled of the house and everything. I could cook food that my little girls loved especially Carmen cos she misses my food.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything just comes perfect these days. But the day like this will end soon. Hmm probably another 1 day, they'll be back. It is a good practice if my SIL would bring the old bags to her apartment for a few days once a month. It'll sure good for me and everyone at home. Even the neighbours were asking why is it so quiet and they indeed loves the scenerio..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Peace of Mind"~Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-2575799610818368678?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2575799610818368678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=2575799610818368678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2575799610818368678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2575799610818368678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2011/07/peace-of-mind.html' title='Peace of mind'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s49ZtDDq-Jc/TjJpwPlE8wI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YwsWzNXbRsE/s72-c/peace%2Bsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-217239527076155597</id><published>2011-07-16T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:04:55.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>It's just another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZtq0njdL7Q/TiG2fyQIkfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/n_AdrwxJdrw/s1600/smashed_and_broken_heart-1505.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZtq0njdL7Q/TiG2fyQIkfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/n_AdrwxJdrw/s200/smashed_and_broken_heart-1505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629981666371473906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of the old bitch! She has no respect for others and not even herself! I dun care whether if she's sick or old fart's tale..she's just a piece of shit in my nose! I'm sorry that I've to say this cos this is the only way for me to let off my top.  Here..I'm just nobody but a person of a family with 2 lovely kids. What could I say..they are my only angels..my heart and soul. My elder girl listens to my heart.  Husband are out to strive for money and provide food to the family. A caring but wooden husband also do not good cos he'll never ask or do something special for you. Honestly I dun need him to shower my gifts. I just need him to ask or show some care. I've been doing a non progressing job everyday..cleaning, washing, takes care of my lil one and babysitting the oldies at home. I am sick and tired of it at this house!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This linked the above, old bitch was stabbing my back when I was about to enter my room. Then there I was showing some eye contact with my elder so that she'll follow me in to take a rest. At that moment of time, as usual, the old bitch was nagging. Suddenly she said some vulgar..chow hai..you think I can't see what you did. Come out and talk!! Immediately I came out and shouted at her..and war begin..  Oh..I beg your pardon bitch.. she said she wasn't saying me. She was saying my FIL. For farking goodness sake, does my FIL got hai???  I did blew my top and started yelling at her and this isn't the 1st or 2nd time..probably 4th or 5th....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god, my elder witnessed everything and she understood me very much. She lent me her should to cry on.  And I told her that I'm very very upset and sick of this house. She told me to hang on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously..as at now, hubby didn't even ask..he just slept! I really wonders...WILL THIS MARRIAGE LAST while his mother still alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-217239527076155597?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/217239527076155597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=217239527076155597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/217239527076155597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/217239527076155597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-just-another-day.html' title='It&apos;s just another day'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZtq0njdL7Q/TiG2fyQIkfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/n_AdrwxJdrw/s72-c/smashed_and_broken_heart-1505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-3812913901484300448</id><published>2011-04-30T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:52:47.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>Wow, I didn't realized that I've not been blogging since what..early the year?? Gosh, time really flies like nobody business. But thank god that I managed to squeeze out some of my time now to blog again. Well, sad to say..hubby has gone to company's incentive trip to India. The company tends to choose this every year holiday (Labour Day) to execute the damn trip where everybody wants to spend it with family though. Today is the 3rd day being without hubby. Not like that the 1st time for me to be alone with the kids as he travels outstation most of the time but this time is during the weekend! How do I kill my boredom? I can't be sitting here at home listening to 'opera' every hour of the day! Oh c'mon..how how...hmmmm I have my mom's house to go to..where should I bring the kids to?....I'm counting down by hours every day now. Wishing it to be Tuesday!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Saturday~went to my uncle's house to pray my granny and lunch with whole bunch of aunts and uncles to kill the time. Came back almost late evening..at least half a day gone with a click. Tomorrow's itinerary will be going out with a close friend~Alicia and her daughter. Her hubby's also away from M'sia. Bringing the kids to Ikea though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carmen and Caylie misses their dad so much..guess so am I! My life would be doomed with you..mean the laptop ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-3812913901484300448?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3812913901484300448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=3812913901484300448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3812913901484300448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3812913901484300448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2011/04/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-796337068385671180</id><published>2011-01-08T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:57:48.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TSdGAA18H-I/AAAAAAAAAII/2lXMNrdlEpY/s1600/2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TSdGAA18H-I/AAAAAAAAAII/2lXMNrdlEpY/s200/2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559489231052349410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye 2010 and a warm hello to 2011! This is the 1st month of the year~January. Yes, a brand new year with a brand new beginning. Wonder what lies ahead of us this rabbit year.  Gosh, I've been sitting around since Caylie was born. Has been almost 2years now..need to buck my butt up and earn my own money. Yeah man..have not been shopping since. Sigh but it's never easy to find job these days. Thinking of running a business but what business is suitable for me..Well, need to plan wisely.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There'll be alot of changes this year. SIL is shifting out soon but not us. Darn..stuck here forever with the old hacks. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some of the things I wanted for..for much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) A home on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) privacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) a new laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) a new room for my girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) a baby boy for my hubby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these are just a piece of goodies to keep me going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-796337068385671180?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/796337068385671180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=796337068385671180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/796337068385671180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/796337068385671180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-2011.html' title='Welcome 2011'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TSdGAA18H-I/AAAAAAAAAII/2lXMNrdlEpY/s72-c/2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-5063135959404538243</id><published>2010-12-15T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:35:24.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny &amp; Kim's Wedding in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TQjfNrECsyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ayb9oroCzko/s1600/IMG_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TQjfNrECsyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ayb9oroCzko/s200/IMG_0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550931966725108514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TQjfMoK6hvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qullI6u7MaU/s1600/69706_476412858362_818878362_5523156_3610590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TQjfMoK6hvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qullI6u7MaU/s200/69706_476412858362_818878362_5523156_3610590_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550931948768757490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TQjfL3E351I/AAAAAAAAAHs/DC2qm0Pqp8s/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TQjfL3E351I/AAAAAAAAAHs/DC2qm0Pqp8s/s200/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550931935590082386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended Kenny&amp;amp;Kim's wedding on the 4th Dec 2010 in Singapore. Though it was a tiring trip cause we drove down. Due to budget constraint, we had to put a night in JB on Friday nite and proceed to S'pore early Saturday morning to attend their church wedding. Thank god, Helen got us 2 free night stay at one of the apartment in JB called Dangaview Apartment. Empty..the floor is abit sticky but neat place to stay. So we got up very early in the morning as we need to find our way to Queenstown Lutheran Church in Singapore.  Damn luckily that my brother got GPS and can more or less lead us to most of our destination.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny..we were the 1st who reached. It was damn bored during the wedding mass and our family and relative wasn't really paying attention to the pastor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay to cut it short..real short, the wedding was held at Hortpark. Yes, it is a park..a very well decorated park. The bride and bridegroom chose this place probably bcos of the greeny environment. Everyone was eyeing for the green apples decorated on the white table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There..out of sudden..an old snow white came to the picture. Haha she's my aunt..my mum's older sister. Gosh..her dressing scared everyone.  Sigh..the buffet dinner's food was quite okay but some critised about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of today's wedding story. There'll be lot more to tell tomorrow..yeah we are going to Universal Studios Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-5063135959404538243?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5063135959404538243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=5063135959404538243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/5063135959404538243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/5063135959404538243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2010/12/kenny-kims-wedding-in-singapore.html' title='Kenny &amp; Kim&apos;s Wedding in Singapore'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TQjfNrECsyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ayb9oroCzko/s72-c/IMG_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-1733790388114457353</id><published>2010-10-29T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:38:28.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Lone Pine Country Club, Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TMqCt662kfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cc1BB3KAVeA/s1600/DSC00446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TMqCt662kfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cc1BB3KAVeA/s200/DSC00446.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533378817599902194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TMqCtt9QJsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bl3dyhYR4GY/s1600/DSC00506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TMqCtt9QJsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bl3dyhYR4GY/s200/DSC00506.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533378814120306370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TMqCtLePYuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dqsxZD0jjJQ/s1600/DSC00441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TMqCtLePYuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dqsxZD0jjJQ/s200/DSC00441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533378804863427298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TMqCsyj49II/AAAAAAAAAHE/lXwWoZ4DBk4/s1600/DSC00427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TMqCsyj49II/AAAAAAAAAHE/lXwWoZ4DBk4/s200/DSC00427.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533378798176236674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever think of going for a budget and short vacation in Penang with family, please do consider this one. It's called Lone Pine Country Club Resort located in Air Itam, Penang. It has only 10 rooms - 2 family rooms and 8 deluxe rooms. It's a very low profile kind of club where they do have a chinese restaurant located at 1st floor called Hoi Tong. There's also a legal gambling club which is only open for members. Of all the facilities, the best is the super big sized pool captivated with serene landscape..the kids surely enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the place cause it's not too public and you can have a peace of mind. The convenience of this place is there's a Econmart right beside to it and a McDonald at the opposite of the main road. But there's always a con of the good thing..yea..there's no escalator or lift, there's no mini fridge and the reception of the TV channel is bad due to the mountain area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to stay there again..no doubt I would choose this place with a good price RM130/night rather than spending RM250 and above for a 5star hotel in Penang!!! Give me a tinkle if you would want to know more about this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-1733790388114457353?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/1733790388114457353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=1733790388114457353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/1733790388114457353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/1733790388114457353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2010/10/lone-pine-country-club-penang.html' title='Lone Pine Country Club, Penang'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/TMqCt662kfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cc1BB3KAVeA/s72-c/DSC00446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-4123877822270282986</id><published>2010-08-23T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:48:15.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>I nearly lost my beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/THIniixSu6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/QJIPfAr7F5U/s1600/Feet+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/THIniixSu6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/QJIPfAr7F5U/s200/Feet+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508508768630127522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/THIniZVPNLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OfxtB75Dd_c/s1600/Feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/THIniZVPNLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OfxtB75Dd_c/s200/Feet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508508766096536754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/THIl4S_2euI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Pby8dXyhSNU/s1600/back+body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/THIl4S_2euI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Pby8dXyhSNU/s200/back+body.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508506943330089698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a unforgettable day. Why?? I'm still in shock! Let me share with you the whole story about.  It was a samun caselet's start off the scene like this..he was preparing the sand for 7-14  prayers at the back of the house. As usual he was topless and he wore a  gold chain.  Probably the gold chain caught the attention. At that time,  I was giving Caylie &amp;amp; Carmen nap around 2pm. Then I came out when  both was asleep. As I was walking towards the kitchen, I heard some kind  of fighting sound. So, as I was walking there..I saw one of the man  wearing blue long sleeve running and was picking up the parang and there  was a car in front of the back door. Then I turned around I saw hubby  was on the floor w/o his spec and his back was covered with blood. I  screamed and yelled at him to run back to the house. He asked me to lock  the door and don't open the door no matter what. What I afraid most is  that the idiotic man might chop him off. I screamed even louder so that the  neighbors can hear. Then the car suddenly rammed into him and Eddie  jumped off. The 3rd man with the parang quickly got into the car and  sped off. If I hadn't come out at that moment, I don't dare to think  what will happen to him. That moment of time, I was stunned and was stammered as I wasn't sure what's happening. All I know and care is his injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he calmed down, he told me that one of the indian man came down from the car with the parang approached him when he turned around. He was then holding a bucket of sand and threw it at him. He fought with the man and snatched the parang. The next thing he knows is that his gold chain is gone. Everything happened just too fast. What was he thinking at that time was..family safety comes first. Without thinking, he asked me to close the door.  I can't at that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wise, the scene kept replaying in mind the whole day and night! A day I nearly lost my hubby.... thank god it's just a minor injury not that kind of death or paralyzed situation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-4123877822270282986?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4123877822270282986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=4123877822270282986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4123877822270282986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4123877822270282986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-nearly-lost-my-beloved.html' title='I nearly lost my beloved'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/THIniixSu6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/QJIPfAr7F5U/s72-c/Feet+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-4356679132299471522</id><published>2010-08-09T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:08:31.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>No doubt that I can't respect her no more! Damn..my mum dare not scold me with vulgar words and  who the fuck you think you are to scold me whatever hai.  Shame on you old bloody bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;Cursing you will only wasting my precious time.  I would never speak to you again and I would just treat you invisible.  You have hurt me and my pride. I don't care even if you are the queen or goddess..you are just a tin poh to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mad woman who screams and yak everyday to herself complaining on her lingerie were stolen by her own husband..claiming the affair that he has with other married woman and even with the opposite unmarried aunty.  Not forgetting her stupid tin hong low(ovens), perret tip (Pyrex), tar gor kei (Juice blender)..these are the nuisance complains that she talk to herself every day! Not a single day that she's quiet.  She's been telling that she 'work' whole day without taking a rest, shit...hell yeah the way she 'work' means her mouth do the working not her hands!  Hellloooo, you are damn well known in sec 17 now..the mad woman in that area! Sniff..sob sob really pity you bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-4356679132299471522?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4356679132299471522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=4356679132299471522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4356679132299471522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4356679132299471522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2010/08/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-1659203609865613926</id><published>2010-07-21T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:18:28.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapid Buzzz</title><content type='html'>Ah ha days had gone too fast. Faster than a rapid buzz..err I mean bus.  Many things had changed whether be it the young or the old..or the new. And I'm still here sitting around taking care of the kids and hubby. That's my job though money wasn't in my pocket all the time. But sadly I must say..life goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, let's come to the main point here. What else for me to bleh around..MIL! Hahaha this is the only place where I could put all my heart and soul. Let my soul and spirits free in here. Back to my story when she started to curse and force my FIL eat the dead cat of stealing all her bras and panties and the sar pou lang chang in the kitchen. Now that her 'sickness' is getting worse. She now blames her brother who sleeps in the car at the back of our house. She said the same thing to him like how she said to my FIL.  Back then, she don't even know who's she scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have many times tried to keep all evidence like taking photos of her doing such things. Despite have it printed out those photos, she can yet telling you that it wasn't her in the picture! God damn it! Vomit blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part have not ended as the family doesn't know where to put our faces when she started yelling to the neighbourhood pointing at FIL and her brother that they are the thieves in this area.  Their best at stealing lingeries, chickens and kitchen utensil.  Sometimes passerby would turn around and look into our house and not forgetting the backyard neighbours would come out and look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems uncontrollable with her tempers and at times feel like slapping her face to wake her up. Her mouth is always full of vulgar and poison.  The evil notes which she quotes each day is unbearable.  Wonder will she get punished when she's in hell..mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still do my part..taking care of the house. We can't wait for her to go for holiday..ahhh at least a day or two to have a peaceful mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-1659203609865613926?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/1659203609865613926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=1659203609865613926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/1659203609865613926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/1659203609865613926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2010/07/rapid-buzzz.html' title='Rapid Buzzz'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-2151225923695749680</id><published>2010-06-11T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:31:48.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone Pine Country Club Resort , Penang</title><content type='html'>I was here in Penang for 3days 2nights.  Hubby was suggesting us to stay in this place called Lone Pine Resort and I was kinda doubt it'll be a clean place to stay especially with the kids. Well, we checked in to the so called hotel whereby it is a country club in Air Hitam. I love the place here cos it's cosy and ample space to the kids to runabout in the room. Yup, we stayed in a family room. Carmen and Caylie had a great time even papa is busy with work and he's out doing work and we were left in the room all day.  There's facilities such as sauna, jacuzzi, swimming pool and a slot machine room..oh no no it's only for members not for public.  Though it is a small club but I personally find it comfy as there's only 12 guests rooms and funny though there's an in house chinese restaurant 'Tong Hoi' - have not try the food here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were suppose to check out but the kids were begging their dad to have another night extended. Much to not to disappoint the kids, he agreed to extend. Yahoo..we are staying another night here!!!  Sigh..we are at least out of the house for some time to have a peace of time or rather spending valuable family time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There again, I wouldn't mind staying here again for my next trip to Penang. Not forgetting the food here..assam laksa, big prawn char koay teow, fried chicken skin, fruit rojak, sotong kangkong, cockles shell..etc etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-2151225923695749680?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2151225923695749680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=2151225923695749680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2151225923695749680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2151225923695749680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2010/06/lone-pine-country-club-resort-penang.html' title='Lone Pine Country Club Resort , Penang'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-3636708712290807375</id><published>2010-05-14T14:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:36:21.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Sisterly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S_DwZLDu-hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NXZh_h_AqLU/s1600/Carmen%26Caylie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S_DwZLDu-hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NXZh_h_AqLU/s200/Carmen%26Caylie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472137862511000082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have sisters or brothers?  And how close would you describe your relationship with them? Well, I do have 2 beautiful daughters now with an age gap of 6yrs.  It's quite a huge gap for them and no doubt they won't be as close as others with gaps around 2-3yrs.  I always wanted them to be as close as possible and share as much too.  I felt happy and touched whenever they two hugged and played together and their laughter is the best medicine ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've encountered and see sisters fighting over a small thing.  Why..why is this happening?? Gawd you only have one younger or older sis..moreover they are the ones who will listen or talk to you when you are older.. How nice to have siblings especially sisters. Probably you are the one who doesn't like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REcently I've seen and heard there's 2 sisters fighting over a rug-like t-shirt! Yeah, the older one ripped off the tee from the younger one.  Makes her naked in the room.  When asked why and what happened, just claimed that the younger took her clothes to wear.  For goodness sake, the younger do not have any tee at home that time.  So, every now and then I kept reminding Carmen and Caylie the meaning of 'sharing'.  I truly want them to be united and loved each other now and as they grow older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-3636708712290807375?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3636708712290807375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=3636708712290807375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3636708712290807375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3636708712290807375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2010/05/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly Love'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S_DwZLDu-hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NXZh_h_AqLU/s72-c/Carmen%26Caylie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-8628728074870279505</id><published>2010-04-10T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:15:35.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Tokkok Queen is away for weekend!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo, we finally have a peaceful weekend this week.  Somehow it is so peaceful and clean at home.  I can see everyone's smile naturally and would be themselves.  As for me, my head is clear and clean looking straight ahead! My girls are smiling happily..no doubt about it and hubby is not manchang at all.  Seeing her face everyday makes people sick especially with those words coming out from her mouth.  Yeah..she's the Tokkok Queen mah..sekejap said oh she bought it at the market..sekejap she said she got it from whom lah.. ayam kena curi lah.  Indonesian maid came over to our house to steal her baju lah.. Goshhhhh, can you imagine how was the atmosphere when she was making these claims???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before she started to pack her clothes to god know where she's going (S'pore) cos she herself doesn't even know where she going for holidays with her schoolmates!! The 'ghost' masuk into her body and starts her singing routine.  As usual, those things coming out from her smelly mouth was her man stole all her belongings..out of sudden she threw out a bottle of VSOP which she claims that her man took it many years ago. And that VSOP was left balanced when we got married 10 years ago!  This lady could find whatever things in her room where she hid it and nobody can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we gotto enjoy these moments now as she'll be back tomorrow!! Urrggghhhb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-8628728074870279505?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8628728074870279505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=8628728074870279505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8628728074870279505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8628728074870279505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2010/04/tokkok-queen-is-away-for-weekend.html' title='Tokkok Queen is away for weekend!'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-8488767575555479513</id><published>2010-03-31T18:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:38:42.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horror Fridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S7MuVkBBXtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pZel9JHsrrM/s1600/DSC02546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S7MuVkBBXtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pZel9JHsrrM/s200/DSC02546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454754521655893714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S7MuVI8yQOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/euieu7A3wg0/s1600/DSC02545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S7MuVI8yQOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/euieu7A3wg0/s200/DSC02545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454754514390368482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S7MuUjmiAgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zTe-cAFBspM/s1600/DSC02544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S7MuUjmiAgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zTe-cAFBspM/s200/DSC02544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454754504364917250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you had a fully stocked up fridge every day? I can't imagine our fridge is like this!!! (View the pic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is horrible to find the fridge is always stocked up with meat and the fridge is always FULL!!! So much that I wanted to buy some tasty ice-creams for my kids and some frozen food or snacks to munch..sad to say that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at our fridge, it is not surprise if you could arrange those pieces of pork and make it into a whole pig except for the head lah.. Fish..not to mention you could find the mother, the father and the babies of smaller size of promfret.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's the same fish that she'll buy and fried. As for chicken, you can find the drumsticks, thighs, breasts and even the whole chicken!  Sometimes I wish to donate some raw meats to the unfortunates since she'll buy meat everyday to squeeze in any empty space that she could possibly find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just couldn't understand or rather don't even bother what the f... you are saying cos not only human food did she stocked up but dog food is the same!  She usually get those chicken neck and heads from the chicken stall and would cook for her dogs.  It not only taken up the space but the foul smell!  Eeewweee if buy another fridge for her..it'll be also the same..mangsat people are like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-8488767575555479513?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8488767575555479513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=8488767575555479513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8488767575555479513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8488767575555479513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2010/03/horror-fridge.html' title='The Horror Fridge'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S7MuVkBBXtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pZel9JHsrrM/s72-c/DSC02546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-4865681239748914684</id><published>2010-03-09T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:44:20.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S5YYZecLY4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1KaPkzVa99Q/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S5YYZecLY4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1KaPkzVa99Q/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446567625298240386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elloo..CNY already over and lil Caylie is 1 year old now.  Damn..she's just the mama's girl.  I'm beginning to feel that I'm more into her than the elder.  Not that I'm bias and still loves them both as much as before.  Probably it is the time given to Caylie is more than Carmen when she was younger.  I would say..and probably would happen..I gave in more to Caylie.  She's everybody favourite..she got the cheeky smile and knows how to make people laugh and happy while Carmen is like her dad ~ abit kayu!  Hah..another introvert!  Caylie is like me ..an extrovert.  Chill man chill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for me to look for a permanent job.  It's not easy though cause I've started searching since CNY and none of it reverted. Why leh..sooner or later I'll be out of space. I think I need to look for other options..hmm property line maybe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just sit here and wait..how long can I wait??  I'm getting fatter and fatter each day hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-4865681239748914684?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4865681239748914684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=4865681239748914684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4865681239748914684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4865681239748914684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-2010.html' title='March 2010'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/S5YYZecLY4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1KaPkzVa99Q/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-2694275333676892493</id><published>2010-01-22T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:52:16.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st day of school</title><content type='html'>Its been almost the 3rd week now of the school opening.  Carmen is in Standard 1 now and she's all grown up so fast.  Well, she's coping well during the 1st few days.  Its just me who's worrying much.  Yeah..many things that I couldn't let go e.g how and who's she gonna eat with during recess time..will she get lost at school.. what if its raining..can she understand what's the teacher saying (in mandarin)..is she shy with new friends..bla bla bla but at the end she's ok and parents were not allowed to enter school the 2nd week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to juggle my time by fetching her and picking her up at school all by myself when hubby is outstation.  But thank god with my mum's support, I managed to run through all these flawlessly. No doubt it is a damn tough job..even harder than u thought unlike those working days.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, if there's a much younger one needs to take care of.  I should say that I am proud of myself of handling my kids well even without hubby's help.  But at times I do lose my temper by screaming and yelling at the kids..Poor them but of course I loved them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to myself!  I must indulge myself with a day spa or a good full body massage soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-2694275333676892493?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2694275333676892493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=2694275333676892493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2694275333676892493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2694275333676892493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-day-of-school.html' title='The 1st day of school'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-4168471370057744405</id><published>2009-12-25T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:18:59.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Casual Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>Hey Merry Christmas! Yup, its the day when everybody sing "Jingle bell jingle bell"..hmm this Christmas was rather quiet for me cos I can't go anywhere to party when there's a small one clinging on you rite?  But it saved alot of money partying.  Great..just great spending time at home listening to chinese christmas carols..haha only if you got what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Princess Caylie is exactly 10mths olds and she's just as adorable as those animated princesses.  Her laughter and smile really makes or rather melts everyone's heart like these chinese was saying..Happy Fruit.  Carmen is excited to go to Primary 1 in few days time for orientation.  Gosh..can't believed that she's entering primary school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my resolution..hmm I need a permanent income!!! Afterall I haven't been pamper myself for more than a year! Not even a good massage..not forgetting those relaxing facials..ahhh I still can put shopping aside ..I mean for myself.  But so much that I wanted to spend more for my girls on clothes..hair accessories..toys for Caylie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn..the most happiest are the kids during this moment of celebration..yeah ripping off those christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Merry Christmas again and Happy New Year...welcome 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-4168471370057744405?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4168471370057744405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=4168471370057744405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4168471370057744405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4168471370057744405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/12/casual-christmas-2009.html' title='Casual Christmas 2009'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-2232397454847413373</id><published>2009-12-16T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:33:07.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Fark It</title><content type='html'>I had a bad day the other day.  It was the 2nd time that I'd let loose my temper in front of the girls.  Yep, it was pretty much scary for them but I had no choice and was unable to control myself. Well, the story goes some thing like this:  MIL made the farking noise over the same issue again and again on FIL stealing her stuff at home in the whole morning in her blady kitchen when she was cleaning it. Damn it..those words which came out from her mouth was almost repeatable by me and it has been drilling in my mind.  Gosh, I needed a break from then.  Later on in the afternoon before we were about to leave house for our weekend family outings, suddenly she shouted at my elder girl saying that she's not dirty but herself.  She complaint to us saying she's the only one who's dirty and didn't bathe.  But then let me clarify, she didn't bathe after cleaning the kitchen for the whole morning.  Can you imagine she wanted to carry my bb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut it short, I blew my top and fight begin so is with my hubby!  It was an uncontrollable moment for me.  I know it is hard to my hubby but I just can't stand any longer staying with her.  I've been silence so quite some time since gave birth.  I've done much for the family and that's it.  I won't talk unless under certain circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are living hell too with her...just wait till we are able to move on by ourselves and I can't wait for the time.  I'm farking unhappy and upset!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-2232397454847413373?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2232397454847413373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=2232397454847413373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2232397454847413373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2232397454847413373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/12/fark-it.html' title='Fark It'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-8577933343775059874</id><published>2009-11-24T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:10:54.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>My Baby Caylie is 9mths old today!</title><content type='html'>Heya..Baby Caylie is exactly 9mths old today.  Gosh, she grew up too fast and too furious though.  Damn tired of taking care of her cos now is the toughest time for me as a mother.  Yup, it is her learning period now and there are many things that I need to teach her bit by bit.  Hope she can catch up fast.  Technically she can now stand on her own and crawling is not a problem for her.  The best and incredible thing that just happened last nite was she jumped out from her cot and did a semi sommersault to my bed.  I was super scared and terrified!  It is soooooo dangerous to leave her alone be it in her own cot or anywhere.  Naughtly girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, she's super energetic.  She would never stop jumping ans smiling.. my little laughing buddha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 9mths old Caylie..mommy love you..mommy can't wait for you to call me 'Mommy'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-8577933343775059874?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8577933343775059874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=8577933343775059874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8577933343775059874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8577933343775059874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-baby-caylie-is-9mths-old-today.html' title='My Baby Caylie is 9mths old today!'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-3554850164603371677</id><published>2009-10-16T13:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:55:48.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Kiddo</title><content type='html'>I came to my senses that how many elderly would behave like a kiddo when they go old?  Or will I?&lt;br /&gt;It's damn funny that each day when I sees my in law arguing over some fucking same issues.  They were cursing each other like nobody business which I believed that all neighbors could hear them.  Though as I always said that MIL is a problematic person, she is now behaving like a kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would like ahem cursing each other to got and die lah..why so many people die but not you...you are just a piece of rubbish at home..this house is not yours..I got study and you no studay this and that which kids always do..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my oldies are good, they respected each other and trusted each others.  There's always love involved at home.  This is what everyone dream of..of having a good parent and a warm family.  I sincerely felt that I would become like them when I old cos it is the family upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no..yelling each other to go and die???  Kiddos would do that isn't it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-3554850164603371677?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3554850164603371677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=3554850164603371677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3554850164603371677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3554850164603371677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/10/kiddo.html' title='Kiddo'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-144254993353537316</id><published>2009-09-23T12:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:16:06.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/Srmus8Q4kBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/50WXM7OA7OM/s1600-h/angry+face+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/Srmus8Q4kBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/50WXM7OA7OM/s200/angry+face+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384526916612558866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn super pissed off by MIL a day ago and have decided to let it all out here today.  As usual I memang beh tahan her all the while some more that stupid morning where I've washed up all my clothes and had hung there before hers.  She accidentally sprayed water at my hubby's car which parked outside our house.  I saw her removing my hubby's clothes from the gate so that the water won't kena his clothes but mine is still there hanging.  As I was peeping on her, she just sprayed the water through my clothes and made it wetter than before!! I was furious &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/Srmuc4gdOAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rX1CzJvhbjU/s1600-h/angry+face+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/Srmuc4gdOAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rX1CzJvhbjU/s200/angry+face+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384526640726226946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and wanted to snatch the hose and sprayed at hers. But of course didn't do it lah.  I was so unhappy and wanted to get out of the house so that I won't be seeing her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that this may affect my relationship with my hubby after complaining, but I've no choice on to let it go.  I really had enough of her! I hate her!  I can't tolerate anymore.  I just wonder how she treated her MIL&lt;br /&gt; last time cos she doesn't even know the simple concept of life or how to treat &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/Srmuk5KJPTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uTgZ3qMgfQA/s1600-h/angry+face+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/Srmuk5KJPTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uTgZ3qMgfQA/s200/angry+face+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384526778340031794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;people! Shit man, damn embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think my cries will lessen my stress and anger over her?!  I really do felt lonely and would want someone to listen up my woes, cries and complaints on her.  Where are all my good friends...Nobody understand me, not even my hubby what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my happy life back and I think I need do a soul searching soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-144254993353537316?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/144254993353537316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=144254993353537316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/144254993353537316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/144254993353537316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/09/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/Srmus8Q4kBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/50WXM7OA7OM/s72-c/angry+face+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-784563404238874548</id><published>2009-08-07T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:53:54.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Living Hell</title><content type='html'>Yo people, what I'm posting here today, are to release my stress. I have no one to explode to but to cry it out loud here.  As usual, she's been nagging every f****** morning after the older ones gone working.  And her mouth also starts to work! It is so frustrating to listen to all these super craps and it keeps repeating and repeating. Yeah..it goes on and on..till they are back from work. Hell yeah, her mouth works from 8am - 6pm! Serious shit! I had enough of her insanity claims.  IHTOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who gets up early morning at 5.30am to feed the baby milk then proceed to hand wash clothes.  By then, my elder girl is awake to prepare to school. I need to prepare breakfast for her &amp;amp; FIL.  God knowa what will happen to him if I'm not around (no food/no drink).  Then I've to hang the clothes. Take a quick shower as I do not like to touch my baby when I'm smelly and sweaty. By 10am, I've to prepare to cook for my elder and so is the 3 oldies.  My baby gets up at 10.30am.  Sigh..where's the time for me?????? I don't even have the time to eat my breakfast.  Gosh, and yet she makes the hell of out and wakes my baby up every morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can I talk to? Hubby? Nonono though he's always at my side but I do not want to stress him up as he already got too much stress at work.  I can only cry it out to myself and my two little girls are my only listener....I won't shed a drop of tears when she's no longer here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-784563404238874548?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/784563404238874548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=784563404238874548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/784563404238874548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/784563404238874548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-hell.html' title='Living Hell'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-4424338861771230887</id><published>2009-07-17T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:11:54.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Hell From Home</title><content type='html'>It comes to my senses that I am truly unhappy staying here. The words that uttered from my mouth is my true inner sense.  There's no joy or family closeness here.  I have suddenly awaken from thr rude call.  I was once a happy go lucky kinda person and I bring joy and laughter to people around me especially friends.  I am no longer that person.  Instead I longed for those happiness and laughter and wished there were someone could cheer me up.  But sad to say, there were none not even my hubby.  He is usually out of town.  I am like a genie in a bottle where being locked inside the whole day and I could do wonders just for the sake of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wished to stay home most of time but I have no choice because I have 2 princesses to tag along.  Unlike my SIL, she can just vrroooom if she wants to or when the 'monster' broke out from hell.  This is absolutely not healthy at all.  Right now I could only buried these feelings here. Sob sob sob could anyone out there feel it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting worst from bad.  I do not talk to her like I used to cos she's just the pain in my ass! Oops..mind my language.  Oh just in case you do not know who's SHE, she's the 'Monster' in my home. Sigh, she had ran into my tail again this morning.  Yup, seeing is believing.  She took my elder girl's clothes and re-wash.  Saying that it's still dirty.  Hello, I washed those clothes with my barehands!  And these are my girls' clothes and there's nothing to do with her!  I can handled it myself.  If she cares, cares for her own.  She hadn't been washing her clothes for 2 days. Well, hello she loves criticising others for their cleaniness and claimed how clean she is.  Toot! Ahem..foot I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, only if I could take a video of her and upload it here...hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish to move on now for the sake of my kids but I'm jobless.  Just pray hard and wait for the miracle to happen.  I was also touched by what my hubby was saying that night, it is so 'wai wat' for me to stay in the house of horror! But what can we do?!&lt;br /&gt;Kau..miang ahhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-4424338861771230887?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4424338861771230887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=4424338861771230887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4424338861771230887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4424338861771230887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/07/hell-from-home.html' title='Hell From Home'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-8920882610390653751</id><published>2009-07-15T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:27:46.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhumanity of life</title><content type='html'>Recently there were news about the horrorness of Rumah Harapan. Rumah Harapan in another meaning of House of Hope for those spastic and disable handicapped people to stay.  These people had nothing to look for other than a roof to cover their heads during hot and rainy days, a place where food is provided.  Though they are mentally disable but they are still human, they have feelings like us.  It was a heart wrenched news when it was published last week that the reporters claimed those people were naked in the cell and some even seen shitting everywhere.  Hello, I assumed that the workers or cleaners are paid to do the cleaning jobs isn't it?  And those wardens are supposed to take care of them.  Yes it is true that it is never easy to handle these babies-like adults but that what they are paid for.&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;It was so disgusting on what was stated in the newspaper.  I wonder whether these people can differentiate between food with shit and water with urine?  They might be playing with those most of time.  The warden must have them cleaned up using high powered waterhose sprayed in their cell and self dried up.  Pity them, if they do not have blankets, do you think they would have towels??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should consider changing the name of the god sickening place Rumah Harapan to Rumah Anjing cos they were chained up like dogs and sleep and locked in the cell / kennel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are these people are so unfortunate and to be ill treated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-8920882610390653751?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8920882610390653751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=8920882610390653751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8920882610390653751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8920882610390653751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/07/inhumanity-of-life.html' title='Inhumanity of life'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-4696648960925972520</id><published>2009-07-13T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:38:38.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To forget and to forgive, NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SlqdzFY3HQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CFivgDsTrDM/s1600-h/killing+barney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357768207655968002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SlqdzFY3HQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CFivgDsTrDM/s200/killing+barney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of us would self-classified as generous and would say how forgiving they are but ask ourselves - do we really forgive and forget so easily? Once when you have anger on that person, it is difficult to let loose on everything the person is doing. And if these feeling is there in your heart, be it is your friend, family or loved ones, it will haunt you each time you sees that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, there are some 'tidak apa' type of person whom they do not care at all. Sadly to say, I've came across such person who claimed themselves good person who doesn't badmouthed others, who will forgive &amp;amp; forget, who will say they are the good people &amp;amp; others are bad, who have done this &amp;amp; that but not others and the best is accusing others while denying it! Have you seen such people in this world? Yes, there are many but ask yourself why is it happening around you daily. Yes, I am facing it and damn frustrated to have this people around me. What can I do? Huh, only god knows how eager am I to get rid of these people. Won't be too long, I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I too asking myself whether am I the type of forgive &amp;amp; forget or just NOT. I am NOT cos whatever the person have said, it keeps haunting me and it is always in my mind..yes the anger in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guessed I have to take some time to have it blog daily &amp;amp; have my say. Otherwise I will be 'stuffed' myself to death!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-4696648960925972520?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4696648960925972520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=4696648960925972520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4696648960925972520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4696648960925972520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-forget-and-to-forgive-not.html' title='To forget and to forgive, NOT'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SlqdzFY3HQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CFivgDsTrDM/s72-c/killing+barney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-633242081560421312</id><published>2009-05-20T09:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:01:55.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>A long long month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/ShNjV7ZlA4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hsfkU9k4WuE/s1600-h/Carmen-Model+mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337719211737547650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/ShNjV7ZlA4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hsfkU9k4WuE/s200/Carmen-Model+mag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/ShNkSqQJhiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5ZtqO-i4A6s/s1600-h/Caylie+-+Baby+Mag+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337720255106614818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/ShNkSqQJhiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5ZtqO-i4A6s/s200/Caylie+-+Baby+Mag+cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew, it's been almost 3 hectic months for me since gave birth. Now that I can find some ample time to blog again to 'release' my inner tension. Baby Caylie is great. She started to baby talk and loves to smile especially after a good sleep. I felt great as a mother. I have been taking care of her since day 1. I've been doing what a full time mother supposed to be and do. I had to feed, bathe, cradle her to sleep, shitting, washing clothes with hands..everything. From time to time, I have to take care of Carmen as well. It is never easy to do the super role as super mom. I had to squeeze in time to cook lunch for her as I never like to have outside food for her. I had to spend a few moments with her on her homework. I knew that I had given her alot of tension and less care ever since Caylie was born. I might have throw tantrums and scolded her for small mistakes. I always regretted it deep inside my heart. She's a great girl and she has been helping me alot. I still love her dearly but do not have the strength and time to show it to her nowadays. Pity her though..sigh! She's lacking out our attention and I will try my best to suit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times that I broke down and cry to myself. The heavy load is killing me softly. And I am and always trying my best to be the best mum and wife by taking care of my hubby and the 2 princesses. It is never easy to be in that role. But I somehow enjoys it but if I don't start working, I can't pretty up myself. I needed to earn my own pocket money to ease the family burden. Hubby said there's no hurry. Probably he loves to have a 'yellow faced lady' as his wife. Hahaha guess most men likes to have their wifes staying at home..taking care of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family very much.&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/4583036497824027001-633242081560421312?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/633242081560421312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=633242081560421312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/633242081560421312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/633242081560421312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-long-month.html' title='A long long month'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/ShNjV7ZlA4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hsfkU9k4WuE/s72-c/Carmen-Model+mag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-8170677743073337306</id><published>2009-03-24T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:22:42.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>The Fullmoon</title><content type='html'>Today is the exact date of the fullmoon of baby Caylie and the last day of my confinement.  Phew finally, this has been the day I've been lookikng forward to but honestly it seems no difference to me.  I had an earlier fullmoon celebration on last Sunday at Restaurant H&amp;amp;H, Kota Damansara.  Food was good and the ambience is not that bad.  It's just that it can't cater more than 90pax.  Many close relatives and friends left earlier which I do not have the time to chat and mingle around with them.  After all, it's been a month that I have not seen them and some even came back from UK &amp;amp; Australia just in time to attend my fullmoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am looking forward to go out and hang around at my mum's and perhaps a cup of tea with friends.  I am also wished that my baby's routine will change back to normal where I could rest well.  No more midnite cranks and cries..I just hope and pray.  Oh I wish baby Caylie is healthy and well grown..  Cheers to both of us - baby Caylie &amp;amp; myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-8170677743073337306?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8170677743073337306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=8170677743073337306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8170677743073337306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8170677743073337306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/03/fullmoon.html' title='The Fullmoon'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-6179672885182089615</id><published>2009-03-15T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:37:40.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Is she senile?</title><content type='html'>Damn..mind me.  It has been nearly a month now that I have been drowning my sorrows.  I mean not my confinement status, it is the person who is creating the troubles at home.  The person is just so unfine.  She has been nagging every day without fail.  Nags who? The only person she could yak &amp;amp; yak &amp;amp; yak is the man of the house and her jobless brah.  Hell yeah it creates more and more problems when her ill curse mouth starts to flood everyone.  And yes, I have to be so mean now to let the grudges off from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been cooking and washing for me all these while and am in my confinement, I want everything to be simplify.  Not to bother her much, I've tried to do things by myself on the 5th day taking care of my 2 little girls.  It wasn't an easy tasks to take of the princesses at one time.  To make things worse beside nagging, she is senile..oh my G-O-D!  I don't know whether she's pretending to be one.  Whatever that happens in the morning, she can't remember in the afternoon. But she can remember who &amp;amp; when stole her belongings.  Best part is that she even claimed that her undergarments were stolen, her god knows 10yrs face products which she's still keeping it were gone, her kitchen utensils were gone, eyebrow pencils were forever in her mind that someone has stolen it for drawings and her forever in her mind - the curtains!  All these has been hanging at the tips of her lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really been testing my patience or other people in the house with her 'senility'.  I wish I could do the same to her - yup, the nagging.  Let her feel the pain and read my lips, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More homy stories to be posted soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-6179672885182089615?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6179672885182089615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=6179672885182089615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/6179672885182089615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/6179672885182089615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-she-senile.html' title='Is she senile?'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-4109626860425877091</id><published>2009-03-06T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:14:27.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>The Miracle Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SbEvsDFfe1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/7r6EZT8gFmY/s1600-h/DSC00046+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310077869435616082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SbEvsDFfe1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/7r6EZT8gFmY/s200/DSC00046+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day has finally come. It has been a long wait and it is worth waiting. I had contraction on the 24th March midnite some time 4am. It wasn't that painful at first. Then came the 2nd was abit unbearable. Seems like her turnings are sharper than usual. There came the 3rd time within 10mins and I told myself that I had to get my butt up and start my journey to hospital. Showering and washing my hair wasn't the 1st thing on my mind cos I sensed that she's on her way. Without any hesitation, we left home at 4.40am. During the journey to hospital, I can hardly breathe as she's just at the tip of the birth canal! Gosh, true enough she just can't wait to see the beautiful world. Right after the 1Utama's traffic light, her head squeezed out from the canal as I was holding up my breathe. Making the scenerio more panicking, my husband was very tensed up as if he doesn't know what to do and where to turn. Just as we reached in front of Apollo TTDI, she came out with first cries with my bare hands holding her with her amb cord tagging. I cried in tears thinking "oh god, thank you for giving me a very beautiful girl". As my husband was looking for the nurse to help me out of the car, he came to my aid and help to hold her. Together we held her up even she's soaked with fluid and water on the seat. It was miracle and the feeling was just great but it was a dangerous one though. My husband was there and supported me in every way and I really appreciate it very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we have named her Caylie which the meaning of 'Who is Like God' from the net. I will never forget this adventurous birth experience in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-4109626860425877091?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4109626860425877091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=4109626860425877091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4109626860425877091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4109626860425877091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/03/miracle-of-life.html' title='The Miracle Of Life'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SbEvsDFfe1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/7r6EZT8gFmY/s72-c/DSC00046+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-3643015363470700451</id><published>2009-02-20T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:02:08.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Preparation for the Unborn</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm still waiting and waiting for the little one to burst out anytime now.  It somehow gave me the pressure when waiting and so are those daily calls from my parents and concerned friends been asking.  I have been asking and talking to my baby and hope she heard and understand me much that I've been waiting anxiously and been looking forward to see her born.  And I think she does as she moved vigorously which hurts my ribs though.  I am very concerned on my 2nd child.  It's not easy to conceive and having her at my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given my best for Carmen and I will do the same for her as well.  Hopefully that I still could and capable.  Practically I have well prepared for myself and baby stuffs.  Except for some major cleaning in the room which should be done by my hubby's concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've bought some chinese medical herbs which said to be edible during confinement.  Wow damn, I am impressed.  Now they came up with a full month's recipe which costs RM350 and RM680 depending on the herbs grade.  This time round I have asked for those that I needed most to improved health, strength, womb and cervix on 2 weeks basis which already cost me RM300!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no joke by having a child really cost a BOMB!  The monthly medical check up, baby needs and stuff, hospitalization for delivery, confinement, milk powder and the life of growing up..gosh, it kills if you are not prepared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-3643015363470700451?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3643015363470700451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=3643015363470700451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3643015363470700451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3643015363470700451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/02/preparation-for-unborn.html' title='Preparation for the Unborn'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-7476622594557851918</id><published>2009-02-04T16:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:45:15.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Am I paranoid and I felt loved too...during the last trimester</title><content type='html'>I am counting down to the expected due date which is some time within these 3 weeks. Funny though that I started to have a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; sleep since last week. Been having insomnia since day 1 of the pregnancy which made me felt so frustrated of not getting enough sleep. Baby has been kicking, punching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;turning hard these days. Leaving me worried more..is she coming now..soon. I even had dreams of giving birth on the spot and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;water bag&lt;/span&gt; burst and didn't know what to do. My gosh, have I gone paranoid?! I actually felt scared and nervous like a first time mummy. Yeah of course, it has been 6 years since Carmen was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt great today as Carmen initiated to help to wash her little sister's mittens. She was looking forward since yesterday and had warned me to wait for her after her school ends. She came home running to me to have her lunch and then proceed to wash the mittens. There I sat there looking at her smiling wide...she's enjoying every moment of it and kept commenting that the mittens are so cute &amp;amp; adorable. She kept telling her little sis that she also helped out on the little chores. Now she is looking forward to wash the booties tomorrow. I am so glad and of course happy to have Carmen as the elder and will love her more eventually. Not forgetting to pamper the little one too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-7476622594557851918?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7476622594557851918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=7476622594557851918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/7476622594557851918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/7476622594557851918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-paranoid-and-i-felt-loved.html' title='Am I paranoid and I felt loved too...during the last trimester'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-697945759430494802</id><published>2009-01-31T16:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:02:44.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive'/><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fatt Chai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SYQNnJkyw0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/eYF2OkBpA68/s1600-h/P1010557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297374027930846018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SYQNnJkyw0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/eYF2OkBpA68/s200/P1010557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A month has passed now since last Christmas.  Now is Chinese Lunar New Year 2009.  The Chinese will be urshering into the year of Cow..Ox that's the animal of the year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing to celebrate the Chinese New Year is still everyone's favourite - the Lion Dance, the Angpows and the Gamblings...  The worst is the spring cleanings.  Urghhh, I just don't understand why it has to be last minute cleaning?!  If it has been 'cleaned' all the time, it wouldn't be that tiring for the festive isn't it?  The only preparation is to touch up the house, decorating the house with red ornaments, drinks &amp;amp; beers and cookies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrite, well usually the Chinese would celebrate this festive for a month eventhough it should be 15 days only. The last day would be the Chap Goh Mei where youngsters and those who are still single would be crowding by the river to throw mandarin oranges.  This is a tradition and it's believed that you'll be able to find your love soon.  Believe it or not....so those who are still single out there, you might want to try it out especially age is catching up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing all of you a happy "Gong Xi Fa Chai" and win win win win all the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-697945759430494802?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/697945759430494802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=697945759430494802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/697945759430494802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/697945759430494802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-fatt-chai.html' title='Gong Xi Fatt Chai'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SYQNnJkyw0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/eYF2OkBpA68/s72-c/P1010557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-3489977921515983573</id><published>2009-01-08T14:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:59:46.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Being a housewife is not an easy task</title><content type='html'>Being a full time homemaker is never an easy task though especially when you have kids and elderly at home. To me, it is almost a shit end but no doubt I have the time that I want. But it wasn't spent the way I wanted it to be. Time do past fast and it is eating me up. Firing me up to the top of my head whenever I start thinking what I have done past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind me, I have a 6 years old girl who is very attached to me. It seems that I have been grounded by her since the day I chose to be a homemaker few months ago where I actually wanted to rest well for my second pregnancy. Hell no, more work to do with more tantrums to throw. But she is very independent in other ways. And I have a 70 years old mother in law who is forever busy nagging or complaining about others and always been doing 'extra fish' things. I have to think of what to cook for my girl for lunch. Damn it, I really do not have the idea what to cook and I can't let her eat outside food everyday. Cleaning the house is a nuisance cause it tend to mess up again within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no longer such song as Yumcha with my friends or Shopping with my friends...sigh.. And also bear in mind, being a housewife or homemaker, we can't spend lavishly or buy things that we want. Many times have to go through the finance dept and apply for a special budget for self beauty spendings. This is no good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed that life will be shortened being a homemaker....prove me wrong if you can but without any heavy investment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-3489977921515983573?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3489977921515983573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=3489977921515983573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3489977921515983573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3489977921515983573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-housewife-is-not-easy-task.html' title='Being a housewife is not an easy task'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-9054949225617971327</id><published>2008-12-31T19:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:57:21.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3, 2, 1 ..Happy New Year 2009!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SVteDCBak9I/AAAAAAAAADo/O3GocWhdrZU/s1600-h/happynewye_fn9k3mxp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285921993824834514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SVteDCBak9I/AAAAAAAAADo/O3GocWhdrZU/s200/happynewye_fn9k3mxp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well well well it has been a 'not-too-good year' for 2008 and I am glad it is going to be gone in another couple of hours soon. I would wait till the clock strike at 12am to welcome the year of Ox 2009. Damn looking back ahead, I realized that there goes another unfulfill year..achieving nothing..oh but at least I've achieved something and god really granted me a wondeful gift - a baby seed. Yup, and she's coming soon in another 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, many things had happened this year especially in career wise. There were ups and downs starting from beginning year when I was transferred to join a new team. Things wasn't that smooth and it wasn't the way I wanted it to be. I left the company and I somehow misses the life there eventhough it was like hell where you needed to polish shoes and a politic survivor. Told myself that hell no way to be back there again. Then I was offered a new job with a new position. Everything was fine until the day god sent me the 'gift'. My es-boss 'ill treated' me when he got to know the 'gift'. There goes my life..it sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, my resolution for the year 2009 would be, total hell slim down right after delivery and this is a must!, change my lifestyle and starts looking for job..as I don't think I want to be a housewife. It's already killing me for past few months!! So what about you? Have you ever thought what you have done for the 12 months? Hmm so right here, right now I wanna wish all the people out there..&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year..bye bye 2008 and hello 2009!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/4583036497824027001-9054949225617971327?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/9054949225617971327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=9054949225617971327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/9054949225617971327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/9054949225617971327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-2-1-happy-new-year-2009.html' title='3, 2, 1 ..Happy New Year 2009!!!!'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SVteDCBak9I/AAAAAAAAADo/O3GocWhdrZU/s72-c/happynewye_fn9k3mxp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-331908778952012659</id><published>2008-12-18T11:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:34:09.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Reunion Dinner 'Tung' before CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SUnSs_l2_XI/AAAAAAAAADA/M8W4q43du4Y/s1600-h/traditional+tong+yuen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280983708494921074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SUnSs_l2_XI/AAAAAAAAADA/M8W4q43du4Y/s200/traditional+tong+yuen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week just before Christmas, the chinese will be celebrating 'tung', a reunion dinner and family gathering to usher the coming year. It is one of the big celebration where all family members to have dinner together and that's when those glutinuous rice ball - Tong Yuen is served after dinner. It is a symbolic of 'togetherness' of the family. I love celebrating it with my family together with my aunts &amp;amp; uncles. It is always joyous and the warmth is there. Yes, my mum as usual the President for all these events, will make the dinner meaningful tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I can still remember that when I was small, Lee family used to have all these gatherings at my grandparents house. All the ladies in the family would make a dish of their specialty as a contribution. There were 7 families altogether. After dinner, the ladies would start to open up tables for mahjongs and the men would bring my grandpa for yumcha at the kopitiam outside of house. And the kids would be playing hide &amp;amp; seek, jumping ropes, 5 stones and some started gambling...Well, the trend goes on until my grandma passed away many years ago. Nobody in the Lee family initiates to have such gathering anymore. As all of us have grown up and majority of us have our own family, we seldom meet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed all the funs. Now looking at the time to come, younger generation are tend to be more quiet these days and probably they do not understand the value of togetherness. All they would do is either with their laptops, gameboys and mp3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-331908778952012659?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/331908778952012659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=331908778952012659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/331908778952012659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/331908778952012659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/12/reunion-dinner-tung-before-cny.html' title='Reunion Dinner &apos;Tung&apos; before CNY'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SUnSs_l2_XI/AAAAAAAAADA/M8W4q43du4Y/s72-c/traditional+tong+yuen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-9146184084775707496</id><published>2008-12-12T16:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:28:41.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Is it a mating season now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SUIusQ2w7rI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TeIWHqvIP0M/s1600-h/thumbnailCAYUSJXB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278833051205430962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SUIusQ2w7rI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TeIWHqvIP0M/s200/thumbnailCAYUSJXB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is great to blog again after 2 busy weeks. This time I would like to share my happiness and extend my congrats for those who have just conceived and pregnant ladies out there. Like a close friend of mine was asking whether is it a mating season now? Wow, it is hard to believe and it must be cause I just got to know more of my friends are getting pregnant. I just got to know that two of my closest friends is gonna be a first time mother soon. Jenny is about 6weeks pregnant while Joanne is 3months pregnant. I am very happy for them as they have tried to conceive since married few years back. But what I really gotta say is that we have to start kicking up all those bad habits - yup, smoking and drinking no matter how hard. It is the basic that a mom could do for their unborn child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I do look forward to the year of Cow as we'll be busy welcoming the baby cowgirls and cow boys next year. Guessed I really need to come out with a calendar of duedates of my friends who will be giving birth soon including myself. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Asther - February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Myself, Fui Ling, Aw Yong, Gary's wife - March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Joanne - June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jenny/Stephanie - July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4583036497824027001-9146184084775707496?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/9146184084775707496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=9146184084775707496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/9146184084775707496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/9146184084775707496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-mating-season-now.html' title='Is it a mating season now?'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SUIusQ2w7rI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TeIWHqvIP0M/s72-c/thumbnailCAYUSJXB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-2171708106904014242</id><published>2008-12-01T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:29:29.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Names for Little Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/STORsK0XieI/AAAAAAAAACw/s7zFFu2206w/s1600-h/hello+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274719776585255394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/STORsK0XieI/AAAAAAAAACw/s7zFFu2206w/s200/hello+kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's time to crack my brains and think of a beautiful name for the little one. Times flies though it is about 3 months to go. I've been searching high and low for the babies name book at MPH, Borders and Popular bookstores and yet couldn't find a suitable one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am quite particular for the name especially for girls and I wanted it to rhyme with the chinese name and it must sound sweet too. It is not easy to look for such name. My elder girl's name is Carmen which does rhyme with her chinese name. I'm looking for a sophisticated name not a common name though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I've thought of the name Carmay, in chinese Kar May but opps there's something pops out which is the current hit TVB drama - Moonlight Resonance, there's a girl name Kar May and nobody likes her as she acts so lame and everyone hated her in the drama and real life. Hmmm..any suggestions anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I am considering the name &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cayenne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, in chinese Kar Yen...yup, it is one of the Porche model name! What do you think huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-2171708106904014242?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2171708106904014242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=2171708106904014242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2171708106904014242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2171708106904014242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/12/names-for-little-ones.html' title='Names for Little Ones'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/STORsK0XieI/AAAAAAAAACw/s7zFFu2206w/s72-c/hello+kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-7987800925204994190</id><published>2008-11-25T14:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:02:55.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Views'/><title type='text'>Muslim banned Yoga?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SSuvYM1zg5I/AAAAAAAAACo/yEk29AQVwAs/s1600-h/200px-Yoga_tree_pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272500619065918354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SSuvYM1zg5I/AAAAAAAAACo/yEk29AQVwAs/s200/200px-Yoga_tree_pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SSuvL9r7u1I/AAAAAAAAACg/zkTC6JVPnXE/s1600-h/yoga1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is very amused and funny though to read the latest news about the muslims banned Yoga. I really wonder why..Muslims can't practise yoga due to religious views? This is absolutely a laughing item to everyone. Like others was saying, Qiqong is good for health and it doesn't promotes any buddhism so is Yoga! It promotes good health and excercise right. It doesn't get into any buddhism or hindus religious kind of things. Why are the Fatwa creates all sorts of funny bans for muslims?! It's not logical at all. Like they have nothing to do and starts creating new funny rules for the muslims. Then I think dikir barat and silat is just meant for muslims only! So hail on, please don't join these activities in school or anywhere...hmm does it make sense now..&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/4583036497824027001-7987800925204994190?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7987800925204994190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=7987800925204994190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/7987800925204994190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/7987800925204994190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/11/muslim-banned-yoga.html' title='Muslim banned Yoga?!'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SSuvYM1zg5I/AAAAAAAAACo/yEk29AQVwAs/s72-c/200px-Yoga_tree_pose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-1036631651162388882</id><published>2008-11-19T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:07:43.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Little Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SSQc3GFb5cI/AAAAAAAAACY/eSJaCVo6Sos/s1600-h/pregnant1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270369196782118338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SSQc3GFb5cI/AAAAAAAAACY/eSJaCVo6Sos/s200/pregnant1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been more than a week now and my brain is still empty and blank. Thinking of what to write. Since I'm experiencing my second pregnancy after 5 long years, let me share some excitements and worries . Now it's almost the 2nd trimester and I'm beginning to feel the punching and kicking of the little one inside of me. She responded every way she could if you ask her questions. Please don't think I'm crazy as I do talk to her everyday. Making sure that she'll recognized my voice. When there's no movement, it means she's sleeping. Hahaha no joke and I can tell the time whether she is asleep. A naughty movement she'll make when her sister hugs and whisper to her softly. I can't wait for scanning moment each time when I go for monthly check ups. Though I'm longing for a baby boy but it's alright to have another baby girl soon. Girls are tend to be more sensitive and responsible than boys. And I believed that my elder girl will take good care of her younger sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my worries are where to put her when she arrives to this wonderful world. How do I place her in my room? Four person in a room? Will she be as smart as her sister? Where to put all the stuff? Her name rhythm with her chinese name? I wished my dog will be placed at the backyard for hygiene purposes. Can my mum still be able to take care of baby at her age now? How about my confinement? My house is getting smaller and smaller with the little one coming on board..Can I cope with all these since I've been in a 'holiday' for 5 years? Ohhh...I just don't wanna think about it...it's making me headache! But I can't wait for her to arrive..March 2009!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4583036497824027001-1036631651162388882?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/1036631651162388882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=1036631651162388882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/1036631651162388882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/1036631651162388882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-ones.html' title='Little Ones'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SSQc3GFb5cI/AAAAAAAAACY/eSJaCVo6Sos/s72-c/pregnant1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-6682194097471889651</id><published>2008-11-06T21:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:38:15.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Views'/><title type='text'>Cheers for Obama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SRL_XyCwvbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RQnbNt8p8Zs/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551698384960946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SRL_XyCwvbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RQnbNt8p8Zs/s200/Obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess it was definitely a world wide shocking news that Barack Obama now the US President. Bravo and well done!! I truly support him as he is from nothing to something. US is well known of racism between the black and white. But it was a miracle for him to win and that everone respects the votes and their nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abdullah was saying in the Star newspaper today that "Anyone can" in Malaysia. My foot..I don't think so. In Malaysia, there are too many 'undercovered' defense for Malays. Malays are enjoying more benefits than other races and all these are contributed by the governments. In US, everyone enjoys the same benefits and allowances whichever they may get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think Malaysia can accept a Chinese or a Indian as Prime Minister? A small issue like Koh Tsu Koon's and Teresa Kok's case a havoc....What's more to be the PM?! Do you think Malaysia will overturned? Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-6682194097471889651?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6682194097471889651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=6682194097471889651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/6682194097471889651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/6682194097471889651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheers-for-obama.html' title='Cheers for Obama!'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SRL_XyCwvbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RQnbNt8p8Zs/s72-c/Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-507891778413746960</id><published>2008-11-03T15:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:10:56.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bitter Taste of Working Life'/><title type='text'>Work Work Work (Last Episode)</title><content type='html'>Before I resigned, I had heard too many bad vibes about the management and just before I made up my mind, I over heard that my boss is sacking a new guy - Business Developement Manager. Sad to say, he joined us some time a month ago.  He came in empty handed and no one was there to help or guide him and so am I.  He was given a special task to travel outstation as he wasn't that good in interacting with the colleagues since he joined.  What a luck for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came back from outstation for about 4days, boss started questioning him on the sales and collection.  It wasn't a good trip for him as it's his 1st time and customers wasn't too happy on our coverage and servicing as well.  But boss doesn't give a damn and had critisized him in front of everyone especially with the post that he's holding.  Nevertheless, the bad luck was still tagging along with him. He accidentally slipped and fell from the stairs at our office and had caused him sprained his ankle.  Wow, it surely looks like a pig's trotter.  Guess what was the boss 1st reaction over it?  "Aiyo, why is this happening to u?  U just got back from outstation with empty handed and I still need to pay your daily expenses and now you sprained your ankle and need to rest a week and yet to pay your medical bill?!!!  These words were from the heartless employer's mouth.  That guy was already suffering from pain and yet have to deserve this.  Pity him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks, he was asked to leave.  After all these happenings, I can sensed that the arrow will soon pointing at me.  That guy was so called 'handicapped' and so am I in terms of my pregnancy.  Before I would suffer all these nonsense, before I could not tolerate anyone, before I would go insane, I've made up my mind to forego this job.  Cause it's not worth working for a heartless boss like him!!!  No wonder the boss kept saying " I dunno why people are saying bad things about me and the company"...hahaha padan muka..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-507891778413746960?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/507891778413746960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=507891778413746960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/507891778413746960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/507891778413746960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-work-work-last-episode.html' title='Work Work Work (Last Episode)'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-4453454459592878888</id><published>2008-10-29T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:14:49.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>MIL</title><content type='html'>Well, I do believed that one particular concern that came to your thought before getting married or moving into the house with in laws - is your mother in law!!! It'll probably a girl's phobia as you never know what will happen next after moving in with them though you had a good relationship with her before marriage. You may have shared many things with her..be it shopping, jokes, secrets and perhaps cookings. But these will definite turn sour if you had a quarrel with her. Then both will able to see the dark side of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too had a not that bad experience but oklah if just shut your eyes one side. Well, she's a fine old lady but abit of naggy, dirty and forgetful. I used to have hard time dealing with her but as years passed by, things only gets better when I drown my ears with cotton. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some which I find it beh tahan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) she only showers one time a day. Be it after doing gardening, cooking or marketing. Her clothes are often dirty cos she leans on everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) she loves picking up rubbish. I mean real rubbish as she would pick it up from people's dusbin and put it into her collections. I was very afraid to throw rubbish as she many times had picked it up &amp;amp; put it in her room. I only discovered when her door was opened. I was furious then. From then onwards, I would drive and throw it somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) her hands are always oily. Don't ask me why. I do not want to imagine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) she always claimed that her stuff are always missing whilst suspecting my FIL took all her belongings and gave it to his 'girlfriends'. Walau eh, my FIL is already 70plus. But if he really has a girlfriend out there is not a surprise to me. How can a man tahan those nagging everyday especially after a hard days job?! The best part is that she kept saying that her bras and panties gone missing too! She thinks her lingerie is still sexy meh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) her nagging is killing everyone in the house when she starts her 'engine'. There it goes! Can you imagine that the whole stretch of road can hear her voice yelling and cursing?! Honestly I do not know where to put my face when I step out of the house. She would dig back century back stories especially how evil people has mistreat her or how people is taking advantage of her..and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) she loves to boost especially her own kids on how well they are..bla bla..but will critisized others. She would complaint and gossip people's issues from market to home. Why bother people's affair when yours are in a mess! The best part is that nobody would answer her and pretend that she's talking to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7) her forgetfullness sometimes annoys everyone in the house. She could easily drop money without noticing it and starts blaming others. She always complaint and scold the dog for running away when the gate is open. God knows that if the gate wasn't closed, people or animal would not go in and out easily. If the gate is not closed, you are at risk of inviting strangers to the house. If the gate is not closed, you are letting it out openly. Simple statement like that she doesn't understand. She can be so forgetful that she can't remember that she bought this meat 2 days ago and now bought it again and again leaving the older one behind the fridge. She can be so forgetful that she forgetten which clothes she wore and to wash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7) she can be bare footed at times and walk in and out from the house. Hello, where is the cleanliness? I don't see it in her at all but she's still a fine old lady....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-4453454459592878888?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4453454459592878888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=4453454459592878888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4453454459592878888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/4453454459592878888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/10/mil.html' title='MIL'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-2667246504060418847</id><published>2008-10-24T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:00:59.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bitter Taste of Working Life'/><title type='text'>Work Work Work (Pt 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SQGkpZB5fcI/AAAAAAAAACI/AvoHGaZQ_PQ/s1600-h/yes+no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260666870745890242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SQGkpZB5fcI/AAAAAAAAACI/AvoHGaZQ_PQ/s200/yes+no.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time having such activities in such a company - Bible Class/Fellowship gathering.  Don't ask me what the hell is this cause I was asking myself WTF is this company trying to do.  Yep, it was a definite compulsory class for everyone in the office.  Be it whether you are a buddhist or hindu, you have to attend this so-called class except for muslims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I thought it was meant for christians only but was all wrong.  Even the pastor was telling us that the Bible is just a book and everyone or anyone could hold it.  My foot! Can a christian hold a buddhism prayer book?!  To my surprise, we were given each a handy/pocket bible.  And we have to attend the class once a week - 2 hours a day!  Gosh, it was really wasting our precious time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it should be an optional for us especially if we are from different religion.  This is what we call - Mutual Respect!  But it wasn't to our management.  The best part is that during one of the class, the pastor mentioned something about other religion issues which may be offended to others when they asked why is buddhism worshipping a statue which doesn't exist!  Hey, this is sensitive issue.  You have your own god to pray and so are we.  Shame on you if you criticised others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pastor was a friend of our boss.  Our boss is the host and he would do the opening &amp;amp; closing prayers.  It starts from singing the opening christian's jinggles and everyone have to participate in reading the bible. To some of us and other colleagues are now afraid when that day comes - Thursday.  Some might think whether to attend or not and some give a reason to escape from the 'hell' class. We are here to work, not wasting our time or joining such private activities. Wonder whether it's legal or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May god bless him! Hallelujah !  Oh no, namo-oh-li-to-fut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-2667246504060418847?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2667246504060418847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=2667246504060418847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2667246504060418847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2667246504060418847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-work-work-pt-3.html' title='Work Work Work (Pt 3)'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SQGkpZB5fcI/AAAAAAAAACI/AvoHGaZQ_PQ/s72-c/yes+no.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-5131295064380155503</id><published>2008-10-21T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:59:46.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bitter Taste of Working Life'/><title type='text'>Work Work Work (Pt 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7DvaTLCuI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZjhyqjxlIe0/s1600-h/thumbnailCAB7QNJW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259856634096323298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7DvaTLCuI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZjhyqjxlIe0/s200/thumbnailCAB7QNJW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7DX6GCsBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TIzLAdlv2l4/s1600-h/Complaint+department.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259856230314323986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7DX6GCsBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TIzLAdlv2l4/s200/Complaint+department.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7DI3KBLnI/AAAAAAAAABI/E4ybUzNubwU/s1600-h/babygrumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259855971827658354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7DI3KBLnI/AAAAAAAAABI/E4ybUzNubwU/s200/babygrumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever wonder why are you sitting here doing a ridiculous work while your boss is playing golf out there during office hour? Dun waste your time thinking. Cos he got the money, not us! I found it irresponsible for the employer to ignore when your subordinates are here battling with customers and trying to negotiate the best deal for the company and you are there at the golf course having good time with your pals at 3.00pm in the the day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that we wanted to share the good news to him and gave him a call. He picked up the call and started shouting "hey, do you know that I am playing golf? Please don't talk nonsense here. What's so great about it?!" To us is like - WTF?!! Do you know how demoralized can the person be?! Eat shit lah u..haha I believed that was the word is coming out from your mouth..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, we are all human. Being rich doesn't mean you can do or say whatever you like. Hey, there's law. Being rich now doesn't mean you are rich till old and to control people whenever you like! None of us are dogs...&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/4583036497824027001-5131295064380155503?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5131295064380155503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=5131295064380155503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/5131295064380155503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/5131295064380155503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-work-work-pt-2.html' title='Work Work Work (Pt 2)'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7DvaTLCuI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZjhyqjxlIe0/s72-c/thumbnailCAB7QNJW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-8611522832035802983</id><published>2008-10-17T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:10:05.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bitter Taste of Working Life'/><title type='text'>Work work work (Pt 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7E3JUkTAI/AAAAAAAAABo/BXv0jn-2W84/s1600-h/popup+pin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259857866489351170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7E3JUkTAI/AAAAAAAAABo/BXv0jn-2W84/s200/popup+pin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7EqBAz1II/AAAAAAAAABg/hf8l-QuwvmA/s1600-h/shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259857640920700034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7EqBAz1II/AAAAAAAAABg/hf8l-QuwvmA/s200/shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wondering what makes a good working environment whether it is a corporate company or a SME? Many of us always thinks that larger company got alot of political issues and is a must to know how to brush all bosses shoes. While the smaller companies are much easier to manage in term of any manner in terms of flexiblity. But we are wrong lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though corporate companies followed rules &amp;amp; regulations which are ought to obey. And some are in fact are realistic if we study the clause well. One good thing to work in a larger organization is that you can be promoted fast as the opportunity is there for you to seize. And you also got to know alot of new friends from different posts where some of them might be able to upbring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of flexibility, it depends what kind of 'flexibilty' that you want. Mind you that the management would hardly notice you if you happened to sneak out of office for a cup of tea with friends or to run your errands. Unless you are called for meetings lah. You can fight for your rights which based on your achievements during the year end appraisal with your bosses. Fight for your rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for smaller company, some are too chin chai which no rules need to obey. In fact some companies set stupid rules and no year end appraisal to justify your achievement. Some are so ridiculous to have offset your gazetted public holidays and there's no double pay for that day. I have came acrossed company which conduct meetings every day but it was actually a chatting hour of sharing what have done 2 or 4 hours ago. The funniest part is that you might able to sit in for a bible class once a week eventhough you are not a Christian. How could these companies conduct such activities during working hours? Aren't they are unprofessional or are these so called gatherings are legal? Many would have asked. It is wasting other people's time and the prayers should do it on Sundays isn't it? Sigh, this is called unjustly!&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/4583036497824027001-8611522832035802983?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8611522832035802983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=8611522832035802983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8611522832035802983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/8611522832035802983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-work-work-pt-1.html' title='Work work work (Pt 1)'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7E3JUkTAI/AAAAAAAAABo/BXv0jn-2W84/s72-c/popup+pin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-5153933964962818392</id><published>2008-10-14T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:15:51.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>In a Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7J-opJidI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4k4Z1o9neto/s1600-h/thumbnailCAI4L29X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259863492714400210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7J-opJidI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4k4Z1o9neto/s200/thumbnailCAI4L29X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7JvU_Q7pI/AAAAAAAAABw/0xAj-KLJSqs/s1600-h/love+poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259863229740412562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7JvU_Q7pI/AAAAAAAAABw/0xAj-KLJSqs/s200/love+poem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As years gone by, there were many changes in this world, the environment, the economy, the people..etc People now are hard to believe and it is so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've too many friends who in &amp;amp; out of relationship more than 3 times a year, husband's affairs, husband's secret hobbies, FUBU friends...this happens to the circle which is surrounding us. I felt terribly unsafe and insecure and have kept asking " Is this normal?" Let me share a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy (not her real name) is married with 2 children. Her husband is often travelling to oversea leaving the kids and wife behind. He hardly cares for other things except giving monthly allowance to Mandy to take care of the home and kids. She often quarrel with her husband and to the extend they fight whenever the arguement starts. Their kids are so used to it and they will hide in their rooms whenever the fire sparks. Things lead to another, the husband is actually having affairs and it is not only 'an affair'. Soon things get worse, he starts looking for hookers even it was a family holiday in other places. Mandy couldn't do anything about it as their kids are still schooling. All she could do is to tolerate but how long can it be? We are all human afterall. Now her husband is very open with her. He can even tell her that he's now going out to have 'fun' and don't wait for him to come home tonite. Mandy is all heart broken but she could only cry to herself to sleep. She's now working hard to slim down and to beautify herself...to make herself more confident! For her husband, we think he'll not change as the root is already planted into his skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one, Cheryl, a friend of mine. She's a very cheerful girl and is happily married. She has 3 kids now. People always can see her as a happy go lucky kind of girl. She loves her husband well and so is he. But one day she finds out about her hubby's secret hobbies - porno collection. Well, you can say that it is normal for men right? But why when you already have a happy family? I'm pretty sure that youngster may have this interest and bachelors too. Cheryl actually found out his secret when she spring cleaned the house. It was kept in a closet. Not only VCDs, DVDs but in computer and also pendrives. Cheryl tried to check whether did he surf the pornographic website but in avail. Lately as she was playing with her hubby's phone and found numberous folder of the obscene pictures. Cheryl got very mad but did not confront her hubby. Instead she came to us and ask why is this happening to all men? Is it normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, in a relationship is not only about love, kiss, sex, and trust. In a relationship, it comes in a total package of everything especially if you are married. You can and may enjoy all these kinky life while you are young and unattached but I will disagree if you are married. Why can't all be happy and satisfied with what you have? And please do not hide anything from your spouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why men are all like this? Okay okay not all..alright! I hardly heard that " Oh this woman loves to have threesome or his wife is out looking for gigolos".. Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, please do not feel offended especially if you are a man. I am just trying to tell fact. I don't mind receiving comments - correct me if I'm giving the wrong statement!&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/4583036497824027001-5153933964962818392?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5153933964962818392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=5153933964962818392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/5153933964962818392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/5153933964962818392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-relationship.html' title='In a Relationship'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7J-opJidI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4k4Z1o9neto/s72-c/thumbnailCAI4L29X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-6420443170692086646</id><published>2008-10-11T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:20:53.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny names, quotes, labels etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SPBTngRnvxI/AAAAAAAAABA/CRhuw5TJIsI/s1600-h/listen-to-mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255792703285214994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SPBTngRnvxI/AAAAAAAAABA/CRhuw5TJIsI/s320/listen-to-mee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SPBTf1H50KI/AAAAAAAAAA4/99Z2oTB8sYs/s1600-h/fart-and-the-furious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255792571442647202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SPBTf1H50KI/AAAAAAAAAA4/99Z2oTB8sYs/s320/fart-and-the-furious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SPBTXr_c6nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HaDbft6TsA0/s1600-h/egyptian-homos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255792431552326258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SPBTXr_c6nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HaDbft6TsA0/s320/egyptian-homos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SPBS_FrmFzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9So0CsDF1Ec/s1600-h/crocodile-pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255792008951633714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SPBS_FrmFzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9So0CsDF1Ec/s320/crocodile-pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have u wonder why these guys or things were given such names? Hmm probably its a joke people might think. But some are really hilarious though. In the Star newspaper where there's a section called 'Mind Your Language' , some readers shared what they read or saw in public. Here are some funny funny pictures..  See, this is what I mean...funny leh..&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/4583036497824027001-6420443170692086646?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6420443170692086646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=6420443170692086646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/6420443170692086646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/6420443170692086646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-names-quotes-labels-etc.html' title='Funny names, quotes, labels etc'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SPBTngRnvxI/AAAAAAAAABA/CRhuw5TJIsI/s72-c/listen-to-mee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-2251233237616445577</id><published>2008-10-10T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:14:42.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Sour Bitter Spicy of Love Life'/><title type='text'>Family Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7Krebwx-I/AAAAAAAAACA/yebTaDC-Fy8/s1600-h/love+u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259864263068010466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7Krebwx-I/AAAAAAAAACA/yebTaDC-Fy8/s200/love+u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody brought up in different ways and different environment. The background of the childhood is important to us when we grow up. One thing for sure to educate our children is to value your family and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in an ordinary environment yet a happy one though. My mum and daddy are loving till at this old age. So are my other aunts &amp;amp; uncles in the family. We often have family gathering at my mum's house where everyone gets together joking, laughing and having good time. Many of my friends envied that I have such warm family. I do believed that the way we talk, the way we do things, the way we think for each other do reflects the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've encountered some other families members talking loudly or screaming at each other. Finding that little respects do they have for each other and makes other felt uncomfortable. And the worst thing is that it happens daily like eating raw veggie!! Oh god, when are they going to value it? Some could be just cursing rather than teasing. It isn't healthy for the younger generation especially if they stay under the same roof. You will starts to think "Will they be like this when they are older or will I be like this when I'm 50's"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-2251233237616445577?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2251233237616445577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=2251233237616445577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2251233237616445577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/2251233237616445577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-value.html' title='Family Value'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SP7Krebwx-I/AAAAAAAAACA/yebTaDC-Fy8/s72-c/love+u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583036497824027001.post-3900444569570751736</id><published>2008-10-10T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:52:48.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First timer</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm a first timer who's about to learn what blogging means.  I will spend my time to blog and share whatever whenever happenings going on around us.  Bloggers are writers and writers need patience and instinct to produce a good work.  Hmm hopefully I'll be able to share it to anyone everyone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I've ever offended anyone in my blog, please excuse myself as I'm just trying to express or rather share it with open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583036497824027001-3900444569570751736?l=luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3900444569570751736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583036497824027001&amp;postID=3900444569570751736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3900444569570751736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583036497824027001/posts/default/3900444569570751736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckyme-whateverwhenever.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-timer.html' title='First timer'/><author><name>LuckyMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566325862301614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSkJanWFCNc/SO8AcoXT0pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RfqmqIy8J6U/S220/athan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
