tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44275690808786075912024-03-19T06:09:50.219-07:00D'New MrsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-36366070514695088372014-07-06T22:44:00.001-07:002014-07-06T22:47:57.013-07:00Breakfast @ Old Town White Coffee<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You are growing up so quickly. Mummy can see how attached you have grown to your papa. How can you not, when he plays with you ALL the time. Come to think of it, almost every night - papa will play with you after dinner until bedtime. Wow! </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Compared to mummy, papa is much much more with patience. He teaches you to write those complicated Chinese words, holding your little hand - and never lose his patience! Mummy on the other hand, does not know Chinese :P </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So actually, mummy does have a lot of "ME" time. Mummy will spend with grandma chit chatting or with your 3yee por talking about you - our favourite topic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Luckily, you still cling close to mummy during bedtime. I know one day, you will grow up and sleep on your own bed. One day, you will be that teenager that mummy will have a headache. But whenever, whatever - you are always number one in my heart :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We went to Old Town White Coffee for breakfast yesterday, and you drew this while mummy was ordering food. From left to right: 3yee Por, Grandma, Kar Yan, Papa, Mummy =) You were so eager to show mummy how you can ride the swing yourself!! Oh my my Kar Yan!</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-2922343490333960102014-04-23T07:28:00.002-07:002014-04-23T07:28:51.462-07:00Travelling...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I used to love travelling. Shopping, dining, sight-seeing, etc, etc. Not anymore. No more ever since I have you, my darling darling Kar Yan. The thought of not being there to read you bedtime stories, to giggle with you and kissing you goodnight...ahh, it means so much to me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I dread to think, what would happen if something happen to mummy. There are just so much bad news lately that mummy seems to think a lot. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tomorrow, I need to travel for more than five hours to Shanghai. I dread it, but I cannot avoid it because it is work. All mummy wish is to go and travel back safely, and to see you, hug you and kiss you again, my baby Kar Yan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No one will ever know how much you mean to me. All I can say, is that I love you so much, and that you mean the world to me. Every little thing you say or do, always seem to amuse me in every way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is a photo of you showing mummy your little doodle on the IPAD. <br /><br />This is the first time you drew a "complete" face with two eyes and a smiley.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-70527333793408557572010-03-13T08:24:00.000-08:002010-05-25T08:17:34.816-07:00My Karat Blog<div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Karat in our local Bahasa language means "rusty". Yeap, my blog's been rusty for a while now as I have not been updating it for months! Lil' modem was out of service for a while..and when it's back working..I was....kinda...Bzzzzzzzz...<br /><br />Yep..Busy + Lazy. Ok, ok..maybe...Lazy first...but then also busy. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">I met up with an old friend the other day, whom came to know about my blog. He cannot understand why people would wanna blog about their personal stuff on the web...for others to see. He just can't understand it.</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">So, what is the reason I blog? Nope, not that I want other people or strangers to read about my life. Not that I want to be famous or anything...well, I hope to make some money out of bloggin' but judging from my updates....I might as well keep it as a hobby.<br /><br />So, why - he asked?</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">Hmm. To me, it is simple. I am keeping this blog in the hope that IF, one day I am not around or something terrible happen to me...I hope that the someone whom are close to me, will share a part of me - the joy, the laughter, the sillyness...or even the sadness...that I have gone through. Ok, not that it matters to anyone, but I guess, it will matter to someone CLOSE enough. Like my husband :)<br /><br />On the other brighter side, I would also like to keep track of how my emotional rollercoaster evolve...as I grew up....older and wiser. Memories that I wish to cherish, and although we can keep it in our hearts, but trust me, it is so much different to read it again...at that exact point of time when you are penning it down. :D<br /><br />"So complicated?!! Women!!"....hahaha...yes, that was his remarks...as he shook his head to disbelief.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475226702333027138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJSiM8siEkPwQ8WOu9ccYBPR2h3H0gur0zuLKExnpDHvJyQh93xPJzLmlo5jcTuLiNwSijwwjeIsp5lwGnJ6WcKeXfrGH15vlbyKF31SLg1NazW3ITw711tzxz5irOxKkcujestt1GYs/s400/itscomplicated_poster.jpg" /><br />He should see this movie. THAT is what I call COMPLICATED!! This story is about a successful Californian food store owner (Meryl Streep) - happily divorced from former husband (Alex Baldwin) for the last ten years, but on a trip to NY to attend their son's graduation, she starts and affair with him. Yep, imagine, an AFFAIR with ex-husband! He happens to be re-married to a younger woman (hmm...alwiz the younger ones) while she becomes involved with an architect (Steve Martin) Funny movie.... </span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-46647578899974632312010-02-05T08:41:00.000-08:002010-02-05T09:11:23.602-08:00Chicken OR Egg?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aDqFmVJ8B684jkTKkmRLqE1G6vLGQE4u5tKNhk0MhxipZTDLDOsKauDbU9hHNOm6kwcXGBRnws8EiQumdIUGptJXntpusCGMZuyB4sOEFaS_t4kaqOQAqKvUhyphenhyphenwkEX76muGPqWh0i8k/s1600-h/chic+%26+egg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434807970112842322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aDqFmVJ8B684jkTKkmRLqE1G6vLGQE4u5tKNhk0MhxipZTDLDOsKauDbU9hHNOm6kwcXGBRnws8EiQumdIUGptJXntpusCGMZuyB4sOEFaS_t4kaqOQAqKvUhyphenhyphenwkEX76muGPqWh0i8k/s400/chic+%26+egg.jpg" /></a> <div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sis was arguing with me, that Operations are far MORE important than Sales. Obviously, we are both from the different sides. Like everyone else I've ever known from the Backoffice, Operations, Production, etc, etc...everyone keeps saying that theirs are the MOST important of all.<br /><br />Chicken? Egg?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Egg? Chicken?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">How about omellete? :D</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434805326684413314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ozpIu4ngNa_X4A1bLWLa43zvn77JF1QiC1WHrFEpS582zwJRgvoBpjhO4rZuDUaMIP8DGa6ycAHCHJo3IKNgGSIEyYNqFmUD9b3DNyoY96LdfDZGNz_LFX4TOuCo3gQl847ded4KwBg/s400/egg.jpg" /> <div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">She complained that Sales people are too selfish and bring back sh*t too often for operations to clean up. *ahem* Well, that's because there are GOOD and BAD sales people. Those that brings sh*t = BAD sales people.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">But that's besides the point.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">If there are no SALES, there will be no work. SIMPLE. You can have an excellent team of operational people, but with no SALES, there are simply no work to do! </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">How can one undermine the importance of sales people? Without them, there will be no customers....and there will be no work for operations. Don't get me wrong here, I am not saying that operations are not important. They are important, as they support the business. But not the MOST important.<br /><br />Unlike SALES. :) The REAL VIP in business.<br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-78547222748544467182010-01-15T23:19:00.001-08:002010-01-16T08:33:35.144-08:00Express Lunch @ Sushi Zen, Gardens<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Sushi Zanmai Pasta Zanmai Sushi Zen. How confusing can this be?</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><br /><br />I was at Mid Valley and had a sudden craving for Jap food. I took a brochure and searched...and found Pasta Zanmai. Hmm...ok, decided to go and try! I flipped the menu and found that, errm, they serve mainly Pasta...well...that is why they were called Pasta Zanmai anyway. With my thick skin, I walked out at the restaurant and the waiters/waitresses were puzzled. Not until I told them, "I am actually looking for Sushi Zanmai, not Pasta Zanmai..sorry :P"<br />Apparently, they have an outlet at the Gardens! Cool!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">I walked to the Gardens, then remembered this place I used to eat many moons ago. It was quite yummy that time - I think, back in 2007....Now, it's called Sushi Zen! Cool. I thought, maybe the waiter gave me wrong info - it is Sushi Zen. So, I sat down and ordered 2 dishes, my favourite grilled unagi roll and salmon belly. PLUS a chawanmushi. Drinks? Cold Green Tea.<br /></span><div style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When the salmon belly arrived, I stared at the dish for a little while, and took a picture. Hmm. It seriously didn't look yummy. Maybe it was the lighting. If I were to give points to this dish, I would give it only 3 out of 10. I won't say it is disappointing, but really not up to my expectation.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgCyVv-p2pDMuH8MX4JqLIRL3OsCbL5xJBE0UhGPdMUdEg06aWbJ-aiqNz3o5aKcZTMGqzEavnQ8WzIvZe_OgsyjLOPdO_Hlzm9xBYRJdXFI4aIhJ2sym4ICdwxl1pmwVVR8eNA7TPUA/s1600-h/16012010592_edit.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427371634896045410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgCyVv-p2pDMuH8MX4JqLIRL3OsCbL5xJBE0UhGPdMUdEg06aWbJ-aiqNz3o5aKcZTMGqzEavnQ8WzIvZe_OgsyjLOPdO_Hlzm9xBYRJdXFI4aIhJ2sym4ICdwxl1pmwVVR8eNA7TPUA/s320/16012010592_edit.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Next came my favourite STAMINA ROLL. Hmmm. Click and took a picture as well. 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And the chawanmushi...geez...I have never tasted such disappointing chawanmushi before......2 points only...and that is because at least the egg is smooth.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4-Nl8ZUr8Lvx4usscoN4CCscs-TAJaX-pwwnBbZPItVT3037bXVuD0WSM4dez6f-BV2EN7858GqiRi3XkEEMjnptyzR0IMHlXAiqUZCFaFVBtgvSMXjjZ69gRgAp2aYDES8TvYgolXg/s1600-h/16012010593_edit.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427371894017100866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4-Nl8ZUr8Lvx4usscoN4CCscs-TAJaX-pwwnBbZPItVT3037bXVuD0WSM4dez6f-BV2EN7858GqiRi3XkEEMjnptyzR0IMHlXAiqUZCFaFVBtgvSMXjjZ69gRgAp2aYDES8TvYgolXg/s400/16012010593_edit.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Toro Salmon = RM 13.00, Stamina Roll = RM 12.80, Chawanmushi = RM 4.80 and my green tea is RM 1.00</span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">All in, my lunch express cost me RM 36.35 (inclusive tax). Will I be back? Maybe 2nd chance? No Way!!! Especially when I find out that Sushi Zanmai is actually located at 3rd Floor, Gardens. Aiyayayayayayaya!!<br /><br />PS: Looks yummy in photos right? That is because I edited it using Photoimpact :P What an amazing software tool!!<br /></span><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-2957762258353885312010-01-13T08:45:00.000-08:002010-01-16T10:13:56.997-08:00Bugsy Eye<span style="font-family:verdana;">With Betsy around, we have created a whole new dictionary for use with the dog. Only those close to our dog will understand. Speak other ways, and my dog will give you that puzzled look..yup, she won't understand! Even my mum, speak 'em with ease! </span><div><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427399056959981618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm5m8qedi-O_7eBIRLsE85Anks6mhw6CvkrwOC2K5G12FypV2OfXTieuKIEVWmeI1MAM9KlwVafPoTDWRIjURro4X0rRmqv2JVr7FikQI3tbhh3Rl-VBHPjW7hi-O7pUbkTqGccHYUFFo/s400/20122009452_edit.jpg" /> </span><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">New doggie words created:<br />Hat-cha-na-na = Aiyoyoyo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hapidy hapidy = Very Happy</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cayang cayang = Love (Malays word "Sayang")</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yo Yo or Harro Harro = Hello.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">He hu He hu = Sound made by my dog when she missed me (only me!)<br />Monster = My sister<br /><br />We'd alwiz like to say it in pairs as it sounded a lot more fun =)<br /><br />Mum was away for a holiday trip in Taiwan, leaving my dog and sis in the house. Knowing my sis, she will not be home early (as usual) and my poor dog will be left alone on the house. She does not allow me to bring the dog home (even though my dog begs me to) as she watched too much JU-ON and stuff like that. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /> </div></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427401364408413282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6OhgOHqoVWH96NiVQn_zicnUN1c2zqjfOmEOtGuzg1c7Wzyq5C86x__KgBCCt-BfgPnniZzM36feIp_uFCAeSy5ST8ptGyE9kQ03_LK36PjrbT84sEzVAVyED1UB8pVZh3VZgmjnvgnM/s400/04012010577_edit.jpg" />On this day, my hubby was away...I was so darn tired and it's already 9pm+. I decided to leave my poor dog home alone, and drive back to my nest. However, I can't resist but to text msg her and it turned out to be a funny moment I would like to remember:<br /><br />[Me] Where r u la? </span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Sis] No La me shopping in mid valley<br />[Me] I m going back d. Very tired.<br />[Sis] I thot u sleep at mama house 2nite?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Me] No place to park my car la. Tats y I balik</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Sis] Make sure girnie stays!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Me] There is no dog dog in the house</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Sis] I see, ok tomorrow i lock her outside the house house</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Sis] I m so hungry i m eating at madam kwan's</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Me] Ohh pandainya enjoy. Kesian girnie, alone lone in the house. I shd've brought her wif me!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Me] Eat fast, no nd to chew and go home asap. Poor big big eye girnie waiting for someone to go home fast</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Sis] I m sure she will not miss u and she will surelyu he hu he hu me wen i reach home nanti</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Me] Ya right. In ur dreams!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Sis] Yes dun worry i will squeeze her bugsy eye wen i got home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Me] Juz finish ur food n get home quick. If u not home soon, there will b no bugsy eye! Don't say I din warn u! Clock is ticking! Tick Tock Tick Tock!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Sis] Tock Tock Tock your head la i just paid the bill. Will drop by Juscos and also eat dessert first la</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Me] U r supposed to b on diet. Skip the dessert n go home la. Or YOU will b alone lone in the house.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Sis] Ha ha ha u are the one alone lone tonight. I on the other hand got bugsy eye with me</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">[Sis] Ur girnie so happidy happidy her head swing left right like lion dance wen i get home<br />[Me] Aiyo. Now oni home. Nx time, I will definitely take her home wif me!<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">A typical tug-of-dog war we always have! It is a clear fact that I am the master, while she is the monster. If given a choice, my dog would not think twice and follow me home. Unfortunately, I had to leave her behind to safeguard the house and the monster...haizzz.....<br /><br />And why Bugsy eye? Yes, my dog have these big eyes like Bugsy! (from movie Bedtime stories)<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427396256471820258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh74SrFCsLCeSKyqoGWl9mYFIRoMuPQQ5TBxqzCKp3Ui8JjVDzW2r2z7Z2u5jfV4bgh3XcM6U-qEDWMj8BTqV3BMxKzir0EYQXTsoUBoGEZO1uEv2Is3BvI3yfHfGXbBaXSUae_2niBfpY/s400/Betsy+%26+Bugsy_2.jpg" /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-10463513445601307792010-01-13T01:00:00.000-08:002010-01-16T10:16:03.197-08:00Old Town Kopitiam @ LCCT<span style="font-family:verdana;">Tring tring! Tring tring! Tring tring! 330am.<br />ZzzzzzZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.<br />Tring tring! Tring tring! Tring tring! AGAIN! 345am<br /><br />This time, hubby jumped out of bed as he has a flight to catch @ 7am. Yes, 7am...he is always the "gun jiong" type while I still ZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzz. I have set my alarm at 410am...but the sound of him brushing his teeth, showering, etc, etc woke me up for good! Should I continue to Zzzzzz and let him take the bus from sentral (since he already bought the ticket).....*yawn*......<br /><br />This is 2010!! I wanna be a better person! Ok! I will wake up!! *yawn* </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">We reached LCCT at *yawn* about 510am...*yawn*. I was surprised to see such a long, long queue at the check-in counter. And looks like I am the only one whom is sleepy...all of them looked so refreshing....*yawn*</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hmmm...if I were to travel to Jakarta for holiday...I think, I will try to opt for other airline and not budget airline :P I didn't know there are just SO MANY Indonesians in our country!!!!!<br /><br />Anyway, after the long queue...he finally check-in his flight at 530am. We then head to OLD TOWN for breakfast! Ahh....this is what he promised me for my effort to wake up so early! Kekekeke! I just love soft boiled eggs!! Yummy!!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426617444525039746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCS0voiFUKKN2XMFwuZYgW6s56GpzmNhwE4Pw1A7SIshDda7XVI3Tf2ZIFPq6CibvcD06t_zDvjBvSB1bcabb4W8SxxinIPjOFvXjRto6yxcwQhUdSdk1VagL_4vtOllTV3zGdo0nKl90/s320/Old+Town+Soft+Boil+Eggs.jpg" /><br />I suddenly noticed this guy opposite our table. He looked left, right, left, right as if he wanna do something secretly. Hmmm. He had a cup of iced white coffee.... but he looked suspicious. Is he dangerous? What he's up to? I kept spying at him...until....he took out.....a white plastic bag...and chomp on the bun!! Laaa...he is bringing outside food to eat in Old Town. No wonder!!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619616120884818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCP6TYp7KEhPOFSEeha6BaLyaUZiF4LGaYy9AM0k4jbG7z2fge6VoLTtrt8QarnVuZ2877OCy8wRGQdrgYELnvg3GPTK9gxqgxklN78AguFyqJGOJUuK0cHyRCI-VIyyYBl-CfIddybw/s320/14012010590_edit.jpg" /> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Our bill came to about MYR 25/= which I find quite expensive for 2 white coffee, 2 set of soft boil eggs and bread!! Nevertheless..it was a yummy breakfast!!<br /><br />We said our goodbyes around 610am...when I called him at 635am...he just passed the immigration. I hope he don't have to run to the flight!!!!<br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway!! Blogged about this cuz it is the FIRST time he is travelling instead of me, after our marriage. 14th Jan 2010 to 15th Jan 2010. Jakarta. Without me. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-26715667183072652782010-01-12T05:16:00.000-08:002010-01-12T06:43:53.355-08:00My Baby's Back!!It is exactly 22 days. If we exclude the long holidays...the Christmas, the New Year...it will be 20days...if exclude the Sat & Sun, it will be 15 days!<br /><br />Yes, my Altis is back in my possession again! Finally!! Looked as new as it can be :) The repair bill comes up to RM6k++...thank god MITSUI OSK is paying for this! Else, it will be a such a WASTE of money!! Especially when it wasn't my fault in the first place!! The fact that I skidded and ram onto the divider was because of spilled diesel on the road and no one bothered to clean it up!! Luckily I suffer no injuries....except for my poor heart...aching from the fact that, my car is only a few months' old :(<br /><br />My ranting in this blog is not about the accident. It is about the really, really BAD experience I encountered at the TOYOTA service centre in PJ. Yes, unbelievable BAD experience!!<br /><br />I can't believe they have no system in place when it comes to the BODY & PAINT section. (Not sure about other section) There is no queue number available. There is no one to attend to you. They just direct you to the section...and well....wait.<br /><br />Huh? Wait where? Wait at any cubicle that is available... There are about 6-10 desks....but most, if not all are empty!! Apparently the service personnels are either busy servicing a client or out inspecting the car's damage!<br /><br />I actually stood behind a man for and waited....10 minutes...20 minutes pass, still not my turn yet...and there is still no other person that is available to attend to me. ?????<br /><br />I start to wonder if I am at the right place. Am I doing the right thing? Do I continue to stand until the person in front of me leave his/her seat...geez...it is worst than the governtment department. And we are talking about TOYOTA here. I thought, they could at least have a decent system or PROCESS in place.<br /><br />Finally, I saw one TOYOTA personnel walking towards her desk...I quickly move towards her, thinking she could at least help me out. "Nope, please wait at either cubicle B or C". "But "B" is empty, while "C" is busy", I said. She replied "Well...just stand behind there and wait". OMG. Where am I??!! So, I got back and continue to wait<br /><br />After 30 minutes, the guy got up and walked out with the service personnel. I would assume it it to inspect his car's damage. I quickly took the seat and wait.....again. Finally, it's gonna be MY turn. By this time, there is another couple behind me...waiting patiently.<br /><br />When the service personnel return with the customer, they quickly fill up a few forms, update some info onto the computer and DONE! My turn...FINALLY.<br /><br />This time, the woman behind me asked "Excuse me, do I wait here like this?" And our dearest replied "Yes. I am not free at this moment".<br /><br />It is such a S...T... U... P... I... D experience...as if, people have nothing better to do. If TOYOTA can't afford a queue system, at least, they should have a decent process in place.<br /><br /><p>Two weeks later, I called to check on my car's status and guess what? According to the receptionist, no one can advise me except the mechanic in charge. Isn't it crazy? A simple enquiry like "When will my car be ready?" or "What is the status of my car?" met with grumpy response from the receptionist that she have no idea, can't help but can only pass me to person in charge.<br /><br />How S-T-U-P-I-D can that be??!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425848470766538210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKNYw-pIg9CNf2QM__jpGWhM5D_UcrpIgGgOtgGxS1BMjzYljDR2-pJ4cLCgBaHl-P4gkdoFPhjtIJ4c0Bsr5ailpup_E84KkicIJa1tt5o41RNo-mFD25RNAwB1_6qPgemx3G7s2NE8/s400/bad-customer-service.gif" /><br />Really, really a test of patience. If I were asked to rate their level of service, I will give it a thumbs down. Never expect such bad service from TOYOTA.<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-55587570012410614862010-01-11T06:36:00.000-08:002010-01-11T06:59:34.094-08:00How do you measure a reward?<div>Nothing is ever enough. If the boss gives a two month's bonus, you would think, you deserve more. If you get a 10% increment, you still think, you deserve more.<br /><br />Hmmm.<br /></div><br /><div>I guess, if you have a certain level of expectation..then, it will never be enough. However, if it comes to you as a surprise, then, it'll be enough. No question about it....cuz, you are SURPRISED by it. Never expected it to happen.<br /><br />Even when the reward is a personal gesture...you tend to have certain level of expectation. But then, when you think about it...it is a personal gesture....it is up to the giver...not something compulsory...the giver certainly doesn't owe you anything!<br /><br />But still, if you are unaware of such reward and it comes suddenly, you will be delighted to receive. But if you are aware of the reward, but have been playing the guessing game....it can be rather difficult to be happy. After all....we are human being....never contended, never enough. </div><div><br />Grateful, yes. Enough......nope. Sadly, this is the real world. Homosapiens ARE greedy. We want more money, more love, more understanding, more opportunity, more luck, more friends, more, more, more of the good things (of course).<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425496940224355890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9i55ddfR40TiGxE3W8fwuq2vVhDMazF-5wiIHTnhR-JPdME2GQCMDjMHIS9ulbLBO0uZ6ua359NxmsteJtTALnpScQz_89D4tSirF839DnL4PT6j0emfSbYeaQk4b90ik6__MY8RxOo/s320/never-enough-pillows.jpg" /><br />We are after all, ONLY human. :)<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-7674163926245890662010-01-10T04:57:00.000-08:002010-01-10T08:28:08.600-08:00Village Park Nasi LemakThis place just need no introduction. It's a lazy lazy Sunday, and it was already pack with people. Luckily there's an empty table, hubby already queued up for our order! Yep, if you queue up yourself, it'll be much faster!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2o9k8JxJcO9Es3X7M6-dKzJvx8ECE_ESydIW4gxk3kgvdNOA6vJz4JXwyVRmBtFjzZ2HudSLUYb1mo6yP16V5_rIXkecVfethzr49VOTP2EM6X3CvffQikJ52UUZXfHPGvNp3arXDji0/s1600-h/Village+Park.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2o9k8JxJcO9Es3X7M6-dKzJvx8ECE_ESydIW4gxk3kgvdNOA6vJz4JXwyVRmBtFjzZ2HudSLUYb1mo6yP16V5_rIXkecVfethzr49VOTP2EM6X3CvffQikJ52UUZXfHPGvNp3arXDji0/s400/Village+Park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425147653581307426" border="0" /></a>I personally luv the fried chicken that goes with the nasi lemak. The "rempah" that they use to marinate the chicken is simply awesome! In fact, I find it taste much much better than Madam Kwan's. The price? Only RM 4.90 for one whole yummy, juicy and crispy chicken thigh! Add another RM 2 and you'll get the fragant nasi lemak with ayam goreng! There is DEFINITELY a SECRET INGREDIENT here!<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVAaiZYy9yM-4BGGGb6UAWNE4NUeQ5KYM9HKBAReRLZllHzD0oZagUjoPNChCmDA7sMS6IN-emFajCe3YVJkyARSd7-rNR4ie1FXdPtHAkmGgo05JkI-YMwkFr3hzuPOgeSDLJ_qptG5Y/s1600-h/Village+Park+Fried+Chicken.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVAaiZYy9yM-4BGGGb6UAWNE4NUeQ5KYM9HKBAReRLZllHzD0oZagUjoPNChCmDA7sMS6IN-emFajCe3YVJkyARSd7-rNR4ie1FXdPtHAkmGgo05JkI-YMwkFr3hzuPOgeSDLJ_qptG5Y/s320/Village+Park+Fried+Chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425147907774955954" border="0" /></a>We left the place feeling so happy :) - such a satisfying brunch on a Sunday! Go try it out, it is located in Damansara Uptown. (the row of shops opposite Alliance Bank) If you still can't find, call them at 03-77107860. This shop is open from 7 am to 7.30pm daily while 7 am to 6 pm on Sunday/Public Holiday. Go, go...must try!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5pKvhOpLDlsLgVFw3pKFAnJC_3yqoTbaEQNeotikVmMeQOEyYSaXrSvx5LwZ0JxNZKRv9Lkh2J4KY-jeZOKVMrXeHT2BFaiGyJ8BrfdievgXRkdbhPRO4ICnMrPjHDOPS1z4CX9k4CM/s1600-h/Village+Park+Nasi+Lemak+Ayam+Goreng.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5pKvhOpLDlsLgVFw3pKFAnJC_3yqoTbaEQNeotikVmMeQOEyYSaXrSvx5LwZ0JxNZKRv9Lkh2J4KY-jeZOKVMrXeHT2BFaiGyJ8BrfdievgXRkdbhPRO4ICnMrPjHDOPS1z4CX9k4CM/s320/Village+Park+Nasi+Lemak+Ayam+Goreng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425148265437535490" border="0" /></a><br />It has this strictly NO LAPTOP/NOTEBOOK usage sign. Judging from the size of the crowd, it is only considerate that you don't do so! Many people are waiting for table...so, be nice =)<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-57291385249837661002010-01-09T08:13:00.001-08:002010-01-09T08:44:41.392-08:00If Tomorrow Never Comes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4-JqhETN4zvy2YEnnZv6i7xmrq3Kke4cR7yLaZoM07WRlksFNU-4gTxPRj3XXd6ddSbZHYXVsyRO3FZRB6q3x5V4TRyjzEco0yLpueyESnX_de4Mj2gKnQYP0pVGI8XLCwe0X73ftD4/s1600-h/its-called-the-circle-of-life-folks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4-JqhETN4zvy2YEnnZv6i7xmrq3Kke4cR7yLaZoM07WRlksFNU-4gTxPRj3XXd6ddSbZHYXVsyRO3FZRB6q3x5V4TRyjzEco0yLpueyESnX_de4Mj2gKnQYP0pVGI8XLCwe0X73ftD4/s400/its-called-the-circle-of-life-folks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424781429698488786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">What will happen to my money? What will happen to my car? My house? My works? My outstanding lists of to-do, should've done but not done yet list?<br /><br />Although Ronan Keating's romantic question was "Would she ever knew how much I loved her?"<br /><br />But let's be realistic. There are so much more than how much I loved him. At least, I will let him know today..and everyday.<br /><br />But those secrets? Those things you wanna do? Hmm.<br /><br />I have decided to list down all I have, and what I wanna do IF tomorrow never comes. But, I have to decide, to whom I should share this list with. Hmm. And this list has to be updated as things around us change, and tomorrow is here! Hmm. It would be exhaustic too.<br /><br />It would be nice to have people know about my thoughts. At least the ones closed to me. And this blog will serve for that purpose :)<br /><br />The other secrets? My Swiss Bank account? The hole I dig to stash my jewelleries? Kakakaka...I wish I had THAT much amount of money!<br /><br />Anyway, gotta pen it down...just in case..."It's called the circle-of-life folks" - go visit http://www.nataliedee.com for more fun comics.<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-70667044345530294002010-01-03T05:46:00.000-08:002010-01-03T07:13:30.721-08:00Monday BluesIn less than ten hours from now, I will be back to work! Sigh...work, work and work. Not to mention that I have to travel to SG on Wednesday.<br /><div><br />After such long holiday and lazy week, it is hard to imagine 2010 is here. And tomorrow, is the beginning of another year of work, work and work. If only money grow on trees, or fall from the sky...<br /><br />Just need to get the engine started...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMhOXwVgs-_OdIk-W3LSoR_9p90vjtNrRUchmUc1O-sdLeUQBoG-CoJWm5s-C3cbb8Wj4pHJPrjlR3Hvt0jYW5wXxtqajmzTCKVGFZGC5q5HNwnQnymt8-_JlKXcRgeP9YsVFePUwhNI/s1600-h/garfield3-300x211.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMhOXwVgs-_OdIk-W3LSoR_9p90vjtNrRUchmUc1O-sdLeUQBoG-CoJWm5s-C3cbb8Wj4pHJPrjlR3Hvt0jYW5wXxtqajmzTCKVGFZGC5q5HNwnQnymt8-_JlKXcRgeP9YsVFePUwhNI/s320/garfield3-300x211.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422531768790895698" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-41854012236144296082010-01-01T03:36:00.000-08:002010-01-04T07:16:11.694-08:00Happy Birthday!! Aiyoyo 2010 d...<span style="font-family:verdana;">Every year without fail, my hp will be flooded with smses from friends and family/relatives wishing me HAPPY NEW YEAR and HAPPY BIRTHDAY. The BBQ ended around 1am++ and by the time we reach home and shower, it is almost 3am!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Somehow, my tummy feels funny. I feel bloated and my hubby asked me to apply the Minyak Cap Kapak before going to sleep. Sigh. I woke up around 5am+ and OMG - I had diarrhea. Darn. It must be that uncook BBQ fish. Ohhh.</span><br /><div><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_WxclYCAf_AfrN2kM8Cy4MjeLh4GMKrt0SLVoGRk8wlgs20Z8PkBYUxMYdVKbCdb08irQsw4zRvf7jyk_LJp490HMGErNsThzoNpPBfYUBZprJhjzTuFyE2iIGb2NGV1qPBtF1sYkLs/s1600-h/eeek.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_WxclYCAf_AfrN2kM8Cy4MjeLh4GMKrt0SLVoGRk8wlgs20Z8PkBYUxMYdVKbCdb08irQsw4zRvf7jyk_LJp490HMGErNsThzoNpPBfYUBZprJhjzTuFyE2iIGb2NGV1qPBtF1sYkLs/s320/eeek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422901127214736002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have counted the number of times I went to the toilet - 10 times. 2010, and I have to poo 10 times today. I feel so weak and sleepy. ZzzzzZZzzzzzz.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I finally woke up around 3pm and my tummy was ok. The diarrhea have stopped!! Yippee! Feeling fresh and hungry, I decided to cook some Korean noodles soup (sound professional but it is actually those instant noodle lah) and added some fishball. Yummy!! For drinks, I have prepared the Isotonik REVIVE (thank god we have it in the fridge) and we both sat down and had out late, late lunch.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"How about tonight? You wanna go out for dinner?" Hubby was suggesting we go somewhere for dinner to celebrate my birthday. Although I really crave Jap food that day, but after the diarrhea episode...I think I would give up sashimi for a while. Instead, I would want to have a quiet and simple dinner. So, I called my mum and told her that we'll be home for dinner since she is cooking, anyway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We had a simple dinner at mum's house and we left around 10pm. It was raining, and I always feel romantic when it rains. Hehe. It could be the sound of the rain tapping on the window pane, or it could be the sight of rain droplets on the windscreen. I just love it, moreso if I am at home.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkdcA2L_rKuy6ycWWh6I9Vv6lE4zDq16k32yv7yn1RVqcZZjiHOkQ5PucNMkm8gLLa8LynWpryA7rK3Z4sDdkvRscU8jW4jkmJ5da_y0bHbZNhRKUEVYhzOSZsXM25s2BPvaGtKLIkao/s1600-h/Rain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkdcA2L_rKuy6ycWWh6I9Vv6lE4zDq16k32yv7yn1RVqcZZjiHOkQ5PucNMkm8gLLa8LynWpryA7rK3Z4sDdkvRscU8jW4jkmJ5da_y0bHbZNhRKUEVYhzOSZsXM25s2BPvaGtKLIkao/s320/Rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422902414342170626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway, hubby doesn't feel like going home yet. We decided to have a cuppa at the new Pappa Rich outlet near our place. It was pack with people. Thank god there is a place for two. He ended up ordering a Nasi Lemak while I ordered the delicious Naan with Curry Chicken.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A simple birthday this year...maybe it is due to age, I am beginning to like it :) ZzzzzZZZZzzzz...</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUpjb_LAkF2kwvmH-5VVIy-AGmiBTPmZxtv-2EmdCnDyh66IAKRCVUzciCNcK-xinJLdoAk2KDXKnz28ymuULS159t4WgTob0DFQi9yJ42kdvyUIK0IkBc3UkmhfZhAkI4AskDBsZ7iE/s1600-h/kakakaka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUpjb_LAkF2kwvmH-5VVIy-AGmiBTPmZxtv-2EmdCnDyh66IAKRCVUzciCNcK-xinJLdoAk2KDXKnz28ymuULS159t4WgTob0DFQi9yJ42kdvyUIK0IkBc3UkmhfZhAkI4AskDBsZ7iE/s400/kakakaka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422902991417665122" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-59795797071043996892009-12-27T06:57:00.000-08:002010-01-01T19:32:57.809-08:00Our 1st Anniversary =)<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Time really, really flies! Today, one year ago, I am still at the Emperor Garden Restaurant, waiting for all the guests to leave, packing, etc.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Today, hubby planned for a dinner to celebrate our 1st anniversary. After orde</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >ring our food, he mumbled that he need to go to the toilet or something, and left the table.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhue3wUK9xwKneLhQ8kzU7KkrFuZnTIq7qycNSZPLK2coyQAY0OGI44fSkdFqJ_2v-yr1FPtzQM1JoOfj3y551G7AxTFE3f65FrabwhMJfp-XZMURrkMx_8XH7vPkFYFQc18S82v2dG0co/s1600-h/27122009520_edit_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 293px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419936717585253090" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhue3wUK9xwKneLhQ8kzU7KkrFuZnTIq7qycNSZPLK2coyQAY0OGI44fSkdFqJ_2v-yr1FPtzQM1JoOfj3y551G7AxTFE3f65FrabwhMJfp-XZMURrkMx_8XH7vPkFYFQc18S82v2dG0co/s400/27122009520_edit_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Within minutes, he walked back to our table with a bouquet of</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > roses and a card =). OMG! This really took me by surprise!!!! He even asked the waiter to help take a picture of us!!! Wahhh. My husband. So spontaneous and "brave" =P<br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Thinking back, we used to come to this place during our courting days. And that </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >was like more than 15 years ago. Until today, thank god the restaurant is still in business 'cuz, we will order the same food (almost same) ea</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >ch time we dine here. Hehehe! And the best part is, we both will never get tired of it =P<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoVqBNMyJ1r5dYsFTklXvhDTy3QD1YyM46Ml3TBumf0tH7lblqLTFBtr6pRPluZLWMp-NTgfvzA-5oZ2N0RwO6ztFnp0bMFjCQMXTmKUggzST5jpLDsSbRgpssaBJhdXm8Vmpyl7esccU/s1600-h/27122009521_edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 234px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419949999784509602" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoVqBNMyJ1r5dYsFTklXvhDTy3QD1YyM46Ml3TBumf0tH7lblqLTFBtr6pRPluZLWMp-NTgfvzA-5oZ2N0RwO6ztFnp0bMFjCQMXTmKUggzST5jpLDsSbRgpssaBJhdXm8Vmpyl7esccU/s320/27122009521_edit.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Actually, it is the butter garlic sauce that is such a yummy yummy!! Either 1/2 or 1 dozen, it's a MUST-HAVE!! Doesn't matter what we'll be ordering as our main, this dish must not be missed!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNM86seJK27lb7BCAhHeQ8j8aymOcAOPfiEK84FAx-cRR7aXFaZnkdYgqXTdd-XdqFN1CxWFGn_vne72n1F75bLzb7l-k2gyrrhO4bOHOk_b11blmRCr04UEeR2uqv4YVihlhs9DJo32k/s1600-h/27122009524_edit_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 238px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419950979931651282" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNM86seJK27lb7BCAhHeQ8j8aymOcAOPfiEK84FAx-cRR7aXFaZnkdYgqXTdd-XdqFN1CxWFGn_vne72n1F75bLzb7l-k2gyrrhO4bOHOk_b11blmRCr04UEeR2uqv4YVihlhs9DJo32k/s400/27122009524_edit_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">After ALL these years, he still luv the sizzling chicken! Come to think of it, he luvs anything that SIZZLES!! (oooooooo) He will sometimes go for mixed grill...but most of the time, this is his favourite dish!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hTp6ZNIs5L0QpASjiGMb0cyVqo6yiTIctXSL06eBvDMowD3Sv8YjsyC16R80p7EQMD5DVjafPj2FdgqKasKptG90yi8ktKCzguxPtm5esOUMSkFa4xoB3hQ62tkcG34S29XPFGSPxFw/s1600-h/27122009523_edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 293px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419951630990284514" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hTp6ZNIs5L0QpASjiGMb0cyVqo6yiTIctXSL06eBvDMowD3Sv8YjsyC16R80p7EQMD5DVjafPj2FdgqKasKptG90yi8ktKCzguxPtm5esOUMSkFa4xoB3hQ62tkcG34S29XPFGSPxFw/s400/27122009523_edit.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">And mine, is the Chicken Maryland! Luv the banana fritters, simply the best!! Fried food are alwiz the best, although alwiz the most unhealthy!! But still, this is the best place to have Chicken Maryland...after ALL these years! INCREDIBLE!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDc5pGa0D6y-5fwozLN2xVtj9aoUKxhYMAC_NchqhB8WnUuPEaLYI-D5NuzTFtvjiXPnwRsqwvMly7T_4N1REzFgQsXujrb8pmZtdjAAhn65j2RVyDXTMQy7OK93BY9XEm5lvIXxpwf8g/s1600-h/29122009528_edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDc5pGa0D6y-5fwozLN2xVtj9aoUKxhYMAC_NchqhB8WnUuPEaLYI-D5NuzTFtvjiXPnwRsqwvMly7T_4N1REzFgQsXujrb8pmZtdjAAhn65j2RVyDXTMQy7OK93BY9XEm5lvIXxpwf8g/s400/29122009528_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421979984839277490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Knowing that I will definitely blog about this special moment, I asked the waiter to help to take one more picture before we leave. =)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-48181501790838373442009-12-16T07:36:00.000-08:002009-12-24T01:44:48.617-08:00Heartache<span style="font-family:verdana;">Ouch! It really does hurt! =(</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">It was a perfect Wednesday morning (and so I tought), I have an important meeting with "new" boss (maybe, new) at 10am....and I remembered the faulty traffic light yesterday, so I decided to take the alternative road. Slowly...I mean slowly I make a turn to the left and OMG..I totally LOST control of the car and it skidded all the way to the right and hit the road divider!! It happened so fast! Luckily there wasn't any cars behind me!! I was calm..I slowly drive my car to the road shoulder, sat for a while....remain calm.....then came down and inspect the "injury". OH NO! MY poor 1227!! Darn!<br /><br />Two guys came over, and told me that they, too skidded minutes before me! Apparently, someone must've poured some diesel onto the road - according to one motorist. He was cursing and swearing, his bike is "gone", "KAPUT"!<br /><br />I looked around at the place for a while...hmm...who would do such a cruel thing? I would think that there could be a small accident earlier, thus spilling small amount of petrol/diesel on the road...<br /><br />Gosh, 9:20am!!! I quickly got back to my car, start the engine - gotta rush so as not to miss my appointment!! Hmm. Something's not right. The power sterring seemed to have lost it's "power". I tried to manouvered it..but gave up after a few tries. Better be safe than sorry! So, I left my car on the roadside, call for SOS and rush off for my appointment!<br /><br />Darn, I cannot MISS the appointment nor can I be late!!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416982227671672674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3TPEprPqxmQmuOrxubnHz19Kdq6ICWN2g1Ru5IFbPI2HeUyWJn9YxuBUdLTfiJqPBC2n_ESBQkYNqdiA2Pp8cAkMwBSNZqR-T-XQo7l0KvescvesHu6rxe8gBSsx2cne1LtlLq9vamA/s320/bad-day.jpg" />What a day!! Rephrase: What a bad, bad day!!<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-5995015777520012132009-12-15T07:59:00.001-08:002009-12-15T08:25:28.995-08:00The GYM?<span style="font-family:verdana;">Every night when I head home, I can't help but feel as though I will die. No kidding. I have counted, over and over. 8 x 10 = 80. No, no, I am not 80 years old...<br /><br />Everyday, sometimes, twice a day or more (if it does happen, I will surely curse) I have to climb 80 steps to reach my home sweet home. The STAIRS is killing me!!! This is so much true as I grew shorter and shorter as each day goes by =P<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415498142702060018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJG2x7nm3S-_vas_CX_xhitVCXGSpwD2bpVIX1OzuNYNprFB2KcczxyvURHQo7Xf1n3qXWHCza06PE7dlc957Fmc9wnZbsIwT-KzWvHpiFoFlcBgTr2PFTb4wqkFqJQGbiXZVgsn2B4tQ/s400/Garfield-1.jpg" />I am so not fit. So not healthy. At least, for my age. Hubby can breeze up carrying tonnes of stuff in a minute while I have to struggle as if I am climbing Mount Everest!<br /><br />I can't complain much as I was the one whom chose to have this unit. Despite everyone telling me the cons of climbing stairs (they just knew me so well) - I insist to have the unit at the highest floor. I want the view. I want the privacy. And heck, I can handle the stairs...that was what I thought!<br /><br />I have been staying here for almost a year now, and I still huff and puff everyday! I really pray I don't fall or suddenly die of a heart attack, or worst, stroke!<br /><br />Maybe it is time to join the gym again? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm....................</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-48449125361554984812009-12-15T07:20:00.000-08:002009-12-15T08:23:57.739-08:00Live Like We're Dying - Kris AllenSometime we fall down and can’t get back up<br />We’re hiding behind skin that’s too tough<br />How come we don’t say I love you enough<br />Till it’s too late, it’s not too late<br /><br />Our hearts are hungry for a food that won’t come<br />We could make a feast from these crumbs<br />And we’re all staring down the barrel of a gun<br />So if your life flashed before you, what would you wish you would’ve done<br /><br />Yeah… gotta start<br />Looking at the hand of the time we’ve been given here<br />This is all we got and we gotta start thinkin’ it<br />Every second counts on a clock that’s tickin<br />Gotta live like we’re dying<br /><br />We only got 86 400 seconds in a day<br />To turn it all around or throw it all away<br />We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em while we got the chance to say,<br />Gotta live like we’re dying<br /><br />(Continued after the jump)<br />Well if you plane fell out of the skies<br />Who would you call with your last goodbyes<br />Should be so careful who we live out of our lives<br />So when we long for absolution, there’ll be no one on the line<br /><br />Yeah… we gotta start lookin’ at the hand of the time we’ve been given here<br />This all we got and we gotta start thinkin it<br />Every second count on a clock that’s tickin<br />Gotta live like we’re dying<br /><br />We only got 86 400 seconds in a day<br />to turn it all around or throw it all away<br />We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em while we got the chance to say,<br />Gotta live like we’re dying<br /><br />Like we’re dying oh…<br />Like we’re dying<br />Like we’re dying oh…<br />Like we’re dying<br /><br />We only got 86 400 seconds in a day<br />to turn it all around or throw it all away<br />We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em while we got the chance to say,<br />Gotta live like we’re dying<br /><br />You never know a good thing until it’s gone<br />you never see a crash until its head on<br />All these people right when we’re dead wrong,<br />You never know a good thing till it’s gone<br /><br />Yeah… we gotta start lookin’ at the hand of the time we’ve been given here<br />this all we got and we gotta start thinkin it<br />Every second count on a clock that’s tickin<br />Gotta live like we’re dying<br /><br />We only got 86 400 seconds in a day<br />to turn it all around or throw it all away<br />We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em while we got the chance to say,<br />Gotta live like we’re dying<br /><br />Like we’re dying oh…<br />Like we’re dying<br />Like we’re dying oh…<br />Like we’re dying<br /><br />We only got 86 400 seconds in a day<br />to turn it all around or throw it all away<br />We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em while we got the chance to say,<br />Gotta live like we’re dyingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-82444267608608245672009-12-14T08:05:00.000-08:002009-12-17T09:04:06.366-08:00To give or not to give...<span style="font-family:verdana;">It is always wonderful to receive gifts from friends. The thoughtfulness is simply overwhelming. One can easily tell if the gift was chosen with a heart, or if it is just a pick-and-get-it-done-with type of gift. Nevertheless, the time the person have to spend to go to the mall, to pick up that gift, get it wrapped and deliver to you...is all very thoughtful.<br /><br />It is just like choosing cards. I will spend hours to choose a card =P. I will make sure that I read the card carefully, and I will only pick the one that somehow "connects" to the person I want to send.....<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415129253665921650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijza2QRls7Q3i8wCrB3qslajwt0fnEzmWRiGDZbAWFF1Y3xNSafMto6RfjP2VL6TqgUJvPrzZdi43ObHOglUfg5_9e20GZqijbIu9zIZX5fadc9iKI3m9L21IrwEqMSUodgSCmu2wFzjs/s200/gift-blue.gif" />Christmas is coming soon. I have been wanting to get him this gift, but I know, if I do...I will end up having a "similar" gift from him too. Men will be men. They must return you with something "similar"....well, at least my hubby will.<br /><br />So..should I or should I not? Hmmm...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-23553484054257330932009-12-10T06:48:00.000-08:002009-12-21T08:16:31.036-08:00Pasta De Gohan<span style="font-family:verdana;">People DO change!! For the umpteenth time, I am EARLY!! AGAIN!! </span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />In order not to forget where I park my car.. I alwiz snap a pic with my hp =). And, not only do you snap at the carpark, it is VERY important that you snap the first shop you see when you exit from the lift!! Yes, I have "lost" my car many, many times. Sunway Pyramid too, remind us to do the same - pay attention to the lil' poster on the pillar: </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416516067031847506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTXEVHLtKozVs6e75Zd14jEWAvvTujck-sw_ks0rB0nlIFiQO_wk2CxGuW87AV79hat_wwVwSO2n2KtjX1BHqau05WH1TgnBHdwbbarJJdF6ttoREP-FSM9SCglqRV7F0eUZshz4utY2A/s400/combi1.JPG" /> <div></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Our eating place today is at PASTA DE GOHAN. Proudly claimed that their pastas are all the way from Japan (erm, I didn't know Japan is famous for pasta :P) Lots of Pasta choices available and it looks yummy too! While waiting for our VIP, we decided to order some snacks to fill our empty stomach:<br /><br /></span></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416490796229325602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqnF_zUh09voW53g4pWdEJsq5rwIJPOV_HO8oYgIwJYuvPpEq-QYwbpjyHckfBoqsPpiQPgNAtVhkcgw9K5KbXdr2C09Ck6tbWowPEwW9m-MbWX_7pJQ7bRp1HnobxMHwbVPWeaId7lV8/s400/combi.JPG" /></div><div>The takoyaki is simply delicious...mmm....(or mahybe I am hungry) while the garlic toast is, well, a garlic toast. =) The cafe is relatively small, but can see that it is packed. I can't help but feel warm in here :P As we did our little exchange gifts for xmas, our VIP finally arrived!! And it was already almost 830pm! Luckily we had our snacks earlier =P<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416500735853453362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOEWRuzJUSuDP4BQ2I1H_oHfJHY8QK48QH9cbnmCaG9yOV0PYOsYKv4ZFMHk6qsKWcdImKnqG0kizAwRN5yhmX9hSEgPYrkTzpF4wwvHWrvpeNXsm-5y39c5hP6A8ru1l8IVJXA0ywkMw/s400/combi2.JPG" /></div></div></div>We ordered 2 plates of Salmon & Spinach fetucinne, and one dinner set that comes with chicken pilaf, creamy soup and potato pizza toast! It was yummy! I love the wafu creamy sauce in my pasta and the creamy soup! It goes so well with the garlic toast...sllurrppp!!<br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416510463459858402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcNefDaOjtlXfFNiaVZasOcweFl5M45vipVcHmAuPuGPgd_eupmcxS5LQS03yI82N0q1EDRLd_nuJ6ufqsEf6unqD_lfvRYYqztXr1OmBoJamma0NqzBG936EJr0YsxT8qdOF4rxGaLQ/s400/combi3.JPG" /></p><p>And, if you add MYR2/= you'll get this delicious desert that comes with the dinner set! Heeeee.. thanks to Bet, whom pass on this mouth-watering dessert from her dinner set for me! Calories? What calories????<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416513767419651970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj99bfSa-CkE6K8nxWSz7oIXcK-XX-pFiSiXPYoa6kJuuP4W4X49mS5xO-CvNjae9UMBmlJeeZOrDGiOww5wK_VpGnM4SC_FcpnKvZF_TE0oNmEzL1VSidmhC1oG2ymQMVxsY2AhiwkfaE/s400/combi4.JPG" /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-59430929422231894152009-12-06T08:23:00.000-08:002009-12-13T08:09:12.598-08:00Men Loves Shopping too!<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you have been to a PC fair event, you will find it true! So so true! Hundreds, if not thousands of men found at the KL Convention Centre - busy checking out the latest technology, bargaining (yes, they do!) and testing the gadgets, etc, etc. My brother, can spend hours in a PC fair! HOURS!</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />It has been so many years since I last went to a PC fair, and my recent trip is really an eye-opener. From notebooks to GPS to cameras, you can hardly find a clone PC booth nowadays. Maybe it's the rental? Hmm, probably...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />One thing for sure, you can see pretty babes almost everywhere! So, who is saying PC Fair is boring? And when I did a search on PC Fair, wow...you can even find collections of the PC Babes photos..Here's one that I found:</span><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYjNxHnEpZc0HjDAJKI49FZbHJ3cH8F4HkFWJiJVgTChOKtaqoLSZms3BXSu-H_8HkUtU2vNC-SYNpHg6qERdRd1CZ6xxciWAIAuXekMqMW95fBXJ0a43ioA6NGhDRZy4cozaAyHM0cM/s1600-h/pic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYjNxHnEpZc0HjDAJKI49FZbHJ3cH8F4HkFWJiJVgTChOKtaqoLSZms3BXSu-H_8HkUtU2vNC-SYNpHg6qERdRd1CZ6xxciWAIAuXekMqMW95fBXJ0a43ioA6NGhDRZy4cozaAyHM0cM/s320/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414750101842735042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">And yes, you can view more at this tomyam website =P</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Thing is, how can men said they don't understand SHOPPING and WOMEN?! Clearly at PC fair, they are doing the same thing as we do!! My hubby whom always tells me he can't understand why we need to walk few shops to buy a pair of shoes......can now go to few shops to buy a PC. Select this, try that,compare the brands of graphic cards, and compare prices....again and again. And there I was, sitting and almost fall asleep....although the PC is for me =P</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />So, who says MEN don't love shopping!!</span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-85686898751896540262009-12-05T08:20:00.000-08:002009-12-13T07:41:43.661-08:00The Tale of TWO dogs...<p style="visibility: visible;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >What a lovely program! Easy to use, and I manage to complete this slides within minutes! Highly recomended! Many designs available too! ENJOY this short clip I did for my beloved Betsy =)</span> </p><div><embed src="http://widget-76.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3530822107897169270&site=widget-76.slide.com" style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width: 350px; text-align: left;"><br /><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107897169270&map=F" target="_blank"><img style="width: 104px; height: 24px;" src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p4/3530822107897169270/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107897169270&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p1/3530822107897169270/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-47596650380440471632009-11-25T09:03:00.000-08:002009-11-26T10:18:06.774-08:00Mushroom Jack<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5NHTfbT9IfU5kgCpUHxR-qOJQ7DZqQKHNepmF6GOQlq673yRLkd4Bk8Bjrle91JniYiPz7nLJktcvcN5WSu24v7gDiZ9-hmVZ3EOlx20ons6srOv9icJap6QZrbWbIhwXUBofyfwRCEk/s1600/Blog_Mushroom+Jack.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408477936541129586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5NHTfbT9IfU5kgCpUHxR-qOJQ7DZqQKHNepmF6GOQlq673yRLkd4Bk8Bjrle91JniYiPz7nLJktcvcN5WSu24v7gDiZ9-hmVZ3EOlx20ons6srOv9icJap6QZrbWbIhwXUBofyfwRCEk/s400/Blog_Mushroom+Jack.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">It's a MUST HAVE whenever I dine at Chilies. It is such a delicious meal with or without the tortila wrap. Actually, I would prefer without! </span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408478089801158722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0QG8_gWkDuxdXJz-F4_FGTGhzlwc_MDtBF-ptD-crtcpOZVManUn7EaSISv0qSJ2NSy7PqEsgf8eqRf5LQoM-aB0ig2sSgVFDlU2GukGQumnVXIjtSj0eHR652eT-ZNpGdzlxlTUoIQ/s400/Blog_Kiddies+Smile.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today is my dearest nephew's birthday, and we decided to have Lunch @ Chilies. I luv Chilies. I personally prefer Chilies than TGIF. The food is simply yummy, especially the Mushroom Jack. Yummy!!<br /><br />Mid Valley was super duper jam! As it was a working day, I decided not to waste time, and paid the valet RM 10 to park my car (which cost me only RM 1 on weekday). No choice, time is of essence. Luv this "luxury" treatment. Stop your car in front of Mid Valley, get down, hand them the car keys, took the valet coupon and off to Chilies!! Wow! Valet Parking....luv it :) Suddenly, I feel like a VIP..haha!<br /><br />Silly jokes and great food! We all had a great time!!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408477163434966978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kbVkEbEC9ou5Ror3BqEgX8QfT2t2ScjFIdAGz4e13T_dHGF8liOQAgyfCLgIZk9aZ9OUviMHh7XnyDk6ile439qHRw8HnWlazASwJBfzBT5qmOcW4LuW0p2HrFo_BGdXt7kcfHaVtC4/s400/Blog_Kiddies+Happy.jpg" border="0" />Retype my sms here for dearest nephew: "Happy Birthday 2u! May you have more leng luis chase after u. Hope you had a great time today!!" </span></span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408477642222623026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcw7brOM-bT3UtfBhPv8bNmhbKeNHDW7uVxFxOwdORbVBaQULLZ_1ChyphenhyphenPz5MiCrDuckh4do5tFW4KqVBFMkNqtUp43rgLR9Cgl0apEqlPJvX7_9sQMX91c8hLyJ33EyTxHzK0getButQ/s400/Blog_Family_2.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yes, he is a hottie in school =P </span></span></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-1661968790618456332009-11-12T08:40:00.000-08:002009-12-17T09:24:30.077-08:00Shhh...and LISTEN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Dboj8B6nnWANp3W3xuFiQKr8Agm35KuTgawvP3FerNVm2WUGIvOmmbFzGCUVcGeG6pdn1Q-KVHwYjUovJbeeRJK21vbx2SDuwLDG8HIAN741V9z9isbv_obEU4LpLie1ZeLo76i0K3Y/s1600-h/blah_blah_blah.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416257090400330642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Dboj8B6nnWANp3W3xuFiQKr8Agm35KuTgawvP3FerNVm2WUGIvOmmbFzGCUVcGeG6pdn1Q-KVHwYjUovJbeeRJK21vbx2SDuwLDG8HIAN741V9z9isbv_obEU4LpLie1ZeLo76i0K3Y/s400/blah_blah_blah.png" /></a> I would like to think that I am a good listener. I can listen for hours and will occassionally utter "hmmm"..."yeahh"..."ok"....."it will be fine, don't worry"...<br /><br />And, I still remembered this occassion with a friend 2 years ago. I was out clubbing late until wee hours in the morning, and there she was...staying awake @ 4am, waiting for me to come back to pour her heart out...and it continued till 8am NON-STOP!<br /><div><div><div></div><br /><div>..and tonight, this guy just whine non-stop. Yes, a guy. Nothing fishy here, he's just too darn stressed. Blah blah blah and blah. My advise is always this: "Why worry over something that you have no control whatsoever? It already happened, there will be no point worrying anymore. What's done is done. If there's damage, then, damage is done....<br /><br />I find that, by listening to people..I learn more about them. Their views, feelings, etc and most importantly, their personalities. It is from this experience, I learn how to manage the friendship. So, there is an advantage. =)<br /><br />I talk a lot too, but mostly to my mum. She knows the MOST information about me, my life and everything/everyone around me. Maybe, I inherited this trait from her. Mum is really and excellent listener with lots of patience.<br /><br />Listen to hear. How true.</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-19446292953329052322009-11-04T04:11:00.000-08:002009-11-04T04:21:12.477-08:00Glass half empty or half full?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrk3x93GjJcnfmpJW2YE8BYVpSuZoKGoOQnSrxSRDa9lyLZyqmmcKiaMZsjS4Y-8iLJbY-vB1VInhBZyHlqqZy5osC2wwbE4SahgKWf4Ov4bVaoZylYoYUkxpQRVB9wPDQwulmIPJbaFQ/s1600-h/glass-half-full%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400222358450015698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrk3x93GjJcnfmpJW2YE8BYVpSuZoKGoOQnSrxSRDa9lyLZyqmmcKiaMZsjS4Y-8iLJbY-vB1VInhBZyHlqqZy5osC2wwbE4SahgKWf4Ov4bVaoZylYoYUkxpQRVB9wPDQwulmIPJbaFQ/s400/glass-half-full%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><div>The acquisition is confirmed. Our company has been sold off to an Aussie firm. I proceed to address the staff, as I do not wish for them to find out from 3rd party.<br /><br />As expected, they were all concern. At least, in the beginning. Who wouldn't? But after several explanation and jokes, yes jokes, all seems to be ok :)<br /><br />Change is not an easy thing, but it is inevitable. We must learn to change and adapt to new situation in order to survive. And I would like to see it from a positive angle. Benefits, I am sure, will be improved. Process flows, will be fine tuned and realigned. Etc, etc.<br /><br />It is always a question of 1/2 full or 1/2 empty? Embrace the challenge, life would be more interesting when we see it 1/2 full!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427569080878607591.post-59813944814931285612009-11-03T09:35:00.000-08:002009-11-03T09:46:11.745-08:00A woman's mind<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Being a woman myself, I must admit that we are one extremely complicated being. Men often say we think too much. I must admit, we do. It is as if, there is an invisible crystal ball that tells us what to expect in the future. This is especially true when we encounter a problem/crisis.<br /><br />The very natural instinct of a woman will start asking questions, why, how, what, when, etc. And it will sometimes, mess us up so much, it reduce us to tears.<br /><br />I think the song from Beyonce says it so true:<br /><br />If I were a BOY<br />I think I could understand<br />How it feels to love a girl<br />I'll swear I'll be a better man<br /><br />Men from MARS...Women from VENUS. Hmmmm...COMPLICATED. How true...<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">.</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399934695558882978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipj-rfis3zDSlyMBbk7aqedXbkGuJX-PNZiITNogvN4MgO-QOpKG5DGiwILBIQSGLERuO4alnZy80KUxCb2txcBS-dB_eVLQw8zIU4beIG9E_nGc6rsB6RJ_CZcEXO9M9fPfh2PFWIdXM/s400/complicated.bmp" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0