<?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-350745763112779931</id><updated>2012-01-13T00:45:15.976+08:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='Paintball'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Mother's Story</title><subtitle type='html'>There's no words to describe you..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-8840628359920166657</id><published>2012-01-13T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:45:15.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ulu-Wm9tRvU/Tw8NF-1pisI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JZWD4OptNvM/s1600/photo2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ulu-Wm9tRvU/Tw8NF-1pisI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JZWD4OptNvM/s400/photo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696786450065492674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Thru my lens from outside of the field... i like this shot. Newbie shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;After years.. now i can make full of this blog .. hehe.. for starting here one pict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/350745763112779931-8840628359920166657?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8840628359920166657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=8840628359920166657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/8840628359920166657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/8840628359920166657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2012/01/thru-my-lens-from-outside-of-field.html' title=''/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ulu-Wm9tRvU/Tw8NF-1pisI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JZWD4OptNvM/s72-c/photo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-5147574518613742459</id><published>2009-06-04T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:40:05.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucking Up is Difficult</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swear I would never do it again. Tried to suck up my boss today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;... having a casual lunch with her.. and casually asking for a time off.. and granted casually... definitely makes me feels like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next time if I need another time off I'll just walk to her and ask for it. I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt; at doing suck up. Feeling awkward too.. Definitely not in my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ishh&lt;/span&gt;.. I wonder how my workmate able to do this sucking up 2 yrs without fail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahahhahahha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-5147574518613742459?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5147574518613742459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=5147574518613742459&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/5147574518613742459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/5147574518613742459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2009/06/sucking-up-is-difficult.html' title='Sucking Up is Difficult'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-7274613055748785441</id><published>2009-05-14T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:08:30.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social courtesy - I don't get it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really don't. Its a habit nowadays that whenever you see a friend, you would hug your friend and then kiss both cheeks. It goes to girl friends, even male friends. I'm not broad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minded&lt;/span&gt;? Fine. Hear my reasoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being friendly - There are so many other way of being friendly without any skin contact. I would kill those who is being 'friendly' to my hubby like that. Literally kill them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Show affection - Do you show affection to every single friend that you have? Seriously you're that affectionate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A very close friend - Do you hug your family when you sees them? Family is supposed to be the closest person to you, but if you're only hug your friend because you're very close...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm done. So people, I'm not that friendly, affectionate and that close to you anyway so just f**k off. I don't like this so called friendly gesture. Buzz Off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS : Does not apply to my girl friends and my hubby. Hug me all you want &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I do love you all so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-7274613055748785441?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7274613055748785441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=7274613055748785441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7274613055748785441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7274613055748785441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2009/05/social-courtesy-i-dont-get-it.html' title='Social courtesy - I don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-7252970836905081638</id><published>2009-03-20T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:38:34.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada Masalah ...?</title><content type='html'>Semalam lepas hantar mak ke KLIA untuk mengerjakan Umrah, aku terus gi kerja. Dari subang aku masuk ke federal pas2 nak gi NKVE. Simpang dari federal masuk ke jalan airport lama, ada satu road block ... sib baik aku pakai handsfree masa tu, masalahnya... aku tak pakai 'seat belt'. Dah laa seat belt kereta ni, kena tarik slow2 kalau tak takleh nak tarik... sampai depan tu, memang sah aku  kena tahan. Aku pun tak tau kat mana polis tu menyorok belakang pokok mana. Nak di pendekan cite:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polis : Encik nie pakai handsfree dah bagus.. tapi tak pakai seat belt. Bahaya nie...&lt;br /&gt;aku  , senyum kambing jek...&lt;br /&gt;polis : So, camana nie?&lt;br /&gt;aku  , senyum kambing jek...&lt;br /&gt;polis : Sebelum saya nak saman encik, saya nak tanya sket.. Ada masalah tak kalau kena saman?&lt;br /&gt;aku  : Saya takde masalah cik... cuma masalah nak bayar jek.&lt;br /&gt;polis : pasal tu saya tanya awak sebelum saya saman awak...&lt;br /&gt;aku  : .............................?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?! sapa takde masalah kena saman....?! meh sini pinjam duit...  sib baik dia lepaskan aku. Kalau tak mana aku nak korek RM300... wahhahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-7252970836905081638?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7252970836905081638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=7252970836905081638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7252970836905081638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7252970836905081638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2009/03/ada-masalah.html' title='Ada Masalah ...?'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-5885119334414966142</id><published>2009-03-02T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:52:09.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPOC 7-8th Mach (masalah2)</title><content type='html'>Shocker down...&lt;br /&gt;etek down...&lt;br /&gt;PMR down ...&lt;br /&gt;PM6 down...&lt;br /&gt;PM8 down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 out 7 Marker down.. Camana nie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** no more sharing laa... nanti susah plak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-5885119334414966142?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5885119334414966142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=5885119334414966142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/5885119334414966142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/5885119334414966142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2009/03/mpoc-7-8th-mach-masalah2.html' title='MPOC 7-8th Mach (masalah2)'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-29399290516247036</id><published>2009-02-23T04:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:05:06.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Siapa paling POWER antara kalian? (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Masa zaman2 gila MUDing.... Si beltriz hantar aku log file nie. Dia suruh aku translate dari BM ke english.. huhu.. imagine camana aku translate 'carut2' semua tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bodoh = idiot&lt;br /&gt;balik kampung = go back home&lt;br /&gt;p****t = pussy?!&lt;br /&gt;taik = shit&lt;br /&gt;b***h = ??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'darklord kedua'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'power power'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'tipu?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'pehh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'dari dulu tipu aku'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'suma orang ko cakap suka tipu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'aku tau pon, konon2 tak tipu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'taring pon ko cakap suka tipu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'aku cakap ko sorang jer tipu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Town Crier leaves down.&lt;br /&gt;The knight leaves down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'lancau'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'apa yg taring tipu?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stray dog has arrived from below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'ko la cakap dia suka tipu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'dia sound aku'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'heh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'taik'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes stop tingling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 3 drinks clear water from a polished flagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'orang lama macam taring pon pakai eq cikai'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 3 drinks clear water from a polished flagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; qua potYou quaff a yellow potion of see invisible.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes tingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'suma tempat tau'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'pastu ko pake power2 plak/'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'tak kisah pon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'butus sungguh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'dah aku gi amik sendirik'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'apa tak puas ati?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'aku kalo eq power2 pon ape yg ko susah?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'apa yg ko tak puas ati?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'bukan aku buat jahat kat ko pon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'ko gak mintak kat aku'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'aku tak kaco ko'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'dah tuh aku pon tulun gak'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'pening bodoh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knight has arrived from below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'sana mintak sini mintak'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stray dog leaves down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'eq power power plak tu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'ko pening ape salahkan aku plak'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'god tanya aku nak jawab apa'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'lancau betui'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'dah tuh..ada ke orang nak yg tak powr'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'pastu nak suruh jual murah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'macam sial'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4 says, 'uishhh....aper ler ko sakse...btul gak tuh....ader point'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'aritu aku jual shaman belt 2 juta pon svartee sound'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'hehe..seme orang cakap ko jual mahal'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'bodoh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'dah god suruh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'heh..orang jual dua juta god tak sound pon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'pi balik tido la'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'ko la gi balik tido'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'butuh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'lancau'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'nanti meh cakap sama god'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4 pats you on your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'kalo orang tak kaco ko, ko jangan la gi aco orang'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 3 shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'shaman belt brapa juta'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4 tells you, 'oi jom jln2'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'aku kacau sapa?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'ada kacau ko'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'ni dah la guna char aku buat gate nak gi titik darklord'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'butuh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4 lies down and falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'ko la butuh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'aku takmo jadi musuh sesapa'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; tell chet nak tengokYou tell Person 4, 'nak tengok'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'darklord takda gate ko pon tada hal punya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'pastu aku plak kena tuduh tulun hang'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'macam sial'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4 tells you, 'sure tak abis nyer nih'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'dah tuh..kalo takde hal pesai guna aku?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4 awakens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'orang seme cakap aku tulun ko'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; tell che aku log nieYou tell Person 4, 'aku log nie'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'dari eq nak eq power...tak kenang budi...suma ada'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'seme cakap aku cari pasal'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'pehhh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; tell che nak tunjuk epiYou tell Person 4, 'nak tunjuk epi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'aku nak kawan ngan seme..takmo gadoh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4 tells you, 'hehehhe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'ni macam saja nak buat aku kena plak'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'hek eleh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; tell chet nanti aku bawak ko levelYou tell Person 4, 'nanti aku bawak ko level'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'macam tu takde alasan lak nak buat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'heh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knight leaves down.&lt;br /&gt;You are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;You are thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; cast 'create food'You can't do this sitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'sabun pon cakap'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; You stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; cast 'create food'Okay.&lt;br /&gt;You create a waybread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; eat wayYou eat the waybread.&lt;br /&gt;You are full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; dri rainYou drink the water.&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel thirsty any more.&lt;br /&gt;You are full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'depan mata dia aku gate gi darklord'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'ko masuk terus slams'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'nak test sword free pon bukan main punya bangang alasan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'butuh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'aku tadak mana la buduh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'gate tu pon tatau nak jawab'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'macam sial'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'apa kait mana plak?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'bodo betui ko nih'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'kedai tak jual bag ka?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'macam laa tak pernah rasa sword tuh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'sapa bangag?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'ko pon macam tadak bag'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'ko ke bangang?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'lagi sial'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'cakap putar belit'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'bila aku cakap bangang butuh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1071/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'masa aku mintak .. tak tanya pon ada bag ke tak'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'aku tak taip pon bangang tadi babi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'aku nak test sword time gambit ade'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 3 gets a bread from a furball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'heh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; tell Person 1 nanti komplen kat god senang jer&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'kalau tak aku tak mintak la'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; You tell Person 1, 'nanti komplen kat god senang jer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Town Crier has arrived from below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'macam tak biasa'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 says, 'lancau sungguh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'dulu pon dah buat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'ko la lancau'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; tell Person 1 biar dia rasaYou tell Person 1, 'biar dia rasa'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 tells you, 'aah'&lt;br /&gt;Person 4 pats Person 3 on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cityguard has arrived from below.&lt;br /&gt;The Town Crier leaves down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 says, 'sword free pon nak berkira'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 231/231V &gt; The Entrance To The Falling Eagle Inn&lt;br /&gt;You are standing in the entrance hall of the Falling Eagle Inn. The hall&lt;br /&gt;has been wisely decorated with simple, functional furniture. The heavy smell&lt;br /&gt;of dust and aging paper drifts in from the Post Office to the north. A small&lt;br /&gt;staircase leads up to the reception and the bar is to the east.&lt;br /&gt;[ Exits: n e w u ]&lt;br /&gt;The Town Crier is here, weeping quietly.&lt;br /&gt;A knight of the realm is standing here watching for signs of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 230/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 230/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 tells you, 'gambit tu main dulu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 230/231V &gt; 808/808H 1076/1076M 230/231V &gt;&lt;br /&gt;the juggler has arrived from the west.&lt;br /&gt;The knight leaves west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 230/231V &gt; wGerzan Road&lt;br /&gt;You are standing on the Gerzan road. Huge marble steps lead up to the&lt;br /&gt;fountain square. The entrance to the Clerics' Guild is to the west, and the&lt;br /&gt;Falling Eagle Inn, is to the east. Just south of here you see the market&lt;br /&gt;square, the center of New Tarsis.&lt;br /&gt;[ Exits: n e s w ]&lt;br /&gt;A knight of the realm is standing here watching for signs of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 229/231V &gt; nFountain Square Of New Tarsis&lt;br /&gt;You are standing in the Fountain Square. A large group of townfolk&lt;br /&gt;are gathered here, some talking and socializing, some performers of the&lt;br /&gt;arts, others vendors. To the west is a reading room. The&lt;br /&gt;Gerzan Road extends to the north and south.&lt;br /&gt;A small sign is planted in the ground here.&lt;br /&gt;A large guild post with a map is here.&lt;br /&gt;[ Exits: n s w u ]&lt;br /&gt;A large fountain carved from blue-streaked marble is here, bubbling merrily.&lt;br /&gt;A knight of the realm is standing here watching for signs of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 228/231V &gt; uAcademy Of Learning&lt;br /&gt;You are standing outside a very large stone building. By looking&lt;br /&gt;at this building, you can tell it has been well kept. Hey... A edumacation&lt;br /&gt;couldn't do me no harm you figure. Make sure you read ALL signs, you find it&lt;br /&gt;more help than hurt.&lt;br /&gt;[ Exits: s d ]&lt;br /&gt;( 3) A thin choke wire lies here.&lt;br /&gt;A wooden key has been left here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1076/1076M 227/231V &gt; cast 'sum' person 4Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Person 4 arrives suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1016/1076M 227/231V &gt; say jom levelYou say, 'jom level'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;808/808H 1016/1076M 227/231V &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-29399290516247036?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/29399290516247036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=29399290516247036&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/29399290516247036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/29399290516247036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2009/02/siapa-paling-power-antara-kalian-part-2.html' title='Siapa paling POWER antara kalian? (Part 2)'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-881310113094876343</id><published>2009-02-23T04:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T04:59:52.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Siapa paling POWER antara kalian? (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Aku suka save chat aku especially bila ada isu/masalah (YM/Sametime), mana laa tau satu hari nanti leh jadi bukti... so jejaga laa korang2 yang rasa nak menipu aku guna chatting nie.. Hahaha!! Power Ranger kot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mohdhadi@my...&lt;br /&gt;depan abg hadi cakap a-z menyampah itu laa ini laa...&lt;br /&gt;5:49:43 PM&lt;br /&gt;◄&lt;br /&gt;tapi belakang mamat tu terus kipas tak ingat.. apa takde prinsip ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5:49:54 PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;********....&lt;br /&gt;hehe...ntahla...kot masing2 ade kepentingan masing2.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5:50:09 PM&lt;br /&gt;mohdhadi@my...&lt;br /&gt;isk... kepentingan tu memang laa abg hadi paham...&lt;br /&gt;5:50:18 PM&lt;br /&gt;◄&lt;br /&gt;sapa takde kepetingan ngan kawan2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5:50:29 PM&lt;br /&gt;********....&lt;br /&gt;tp obvious jugaklaa cmtuh...kalo bab mamat tu je...sumer mcm tunduk jer...naper ekk? &lt;strong&gt;power&lt;/strong&gt; sgt kt dier? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Tengah korek mana2 lagi yang aku dah save...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-881310113094876343?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/881310113094876343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=881310113094876343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/881310113094876343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/881310113094876343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2009/02/siapa-paling-power-antara-kalian.html' title='Siapa paling POWER antara kalian? (Part 1)'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-7487537933159621568</id><published>2009-02-20T22:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:01:05.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paintball'/><title type='text'>Paintball 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SZ69GhvoKsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DUfbGlKIYic/s1600-h/my-npl_scores_d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304885330924022466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SZ69GhvoKsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DUfbGlKIYic/s400/my-npl_scores_d3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets talk about paintball... urban rush @ urbanX will be playing both league MY-NPL and MPOC this year. But we are going to concentrate on NPL although MPOC have a better chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First league MPOC we manage to go untill Semi but lost, a good start for MPOC, 4th placed. But, the 'suwei' from last year always there. MY-NPL, lost at Second Round (lost to the-simpson). In premelinary we won 6 games and lost only 2. Most of last year 2008, we only managed to go untill q-final. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know some of us mesti frustrated.. macam zaihan cakap laa.. dah puas gilap 'gold' medal Div4 2007.. Akakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.my-npl.org/"&gt;http://www.my-npl.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xtionpaintball.com/forum/"&gt;http://www.xtionpaintball.com/forum/&lt;/a&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/350745763112779931-7487537933159621568?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7487537933159621568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=7487537933159621568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7487537933159621568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7487537933159621568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2009/02/paintball-2008.html' title='Paintball 2009'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SZ69GhvoKsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DUfbGlKIYic/s72-c/my-npl_scores_d3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-4021311026717135421</id><published>2009-02-20T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:07:19.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Amir</title><content type='html'>Last 15/2/2008 was amir 3 month already. He is now 5.4kg, and getting bigger... hehe.. I made him 'promise' to me, he must be at least 8kg  when he is 8 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sayang, nanti baby kita lepas 6 bulan, menu utama will be McD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Dont know how to put pictures here laa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-4021311026717135421?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4021311026717135421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=4021311026717135421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/4021311026717135421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/4021311026717135421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-baby-amir.html' title='My Baby Amir'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-1031103801794944076</id><published>2009-02-19T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:36:51.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking over</title><content type='html'>im taking over from my wife... hehehe.. now im the owner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-1031103801794944076?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1031103801794944076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=1031103801794944076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/1031103801794944076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/1031103801794944076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2009/02/taking-over.html' title='Taking over'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-139032657405064874</id><published>2008-11-11T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:43:52.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Waiting is A Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate waiting!! I guess everybody who knows me will know this to be damned true. I know that my hubby always keep me waiting but I REALLY HATE WAITING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waiting for my baby to arrive is a torture. I swear the baby's clothes being unfold and folded again like 5 times a day. They are so darn cute! So small and colorful and cute! I keep on imagining how he would look like. Part me and part Hadi off course. Hadi's eyes and nose, my mouth and my dimple. He had to be chubby. He's already 2.8kg now. 39 weeks in my womb. Mummy fed you well, did I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I find it very hard to take preggie picture. Not sure why. But I do have a pict taken during raya that I thought looks okay. Well, you can still count all the pimples on my face though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SRmDDtyqwlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/af6VxfV7XNM/s1600-h/preggie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SRmDDtyqwlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/af6VxfV7XNM/s320/preggie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267385339041464914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See what happens when you brag a lot about your pimpleless face before? It will come at hit you at your face. Like this. I've turned darker and I think the amount of pimples that I had within this 9 months exceed the amount of pimples that I had for all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had myself to blame for this one. I was so lazy to wash my face anymore. The Dermalogica product (GOD I LOVE THEM) are the best but they won't work if you don't use them. Hence all the pimples I guess. Its okay. Will start again once given birth. I know I still got a few free facial left there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will start to take care of myself more after this. Would want my baby to be proud of his mummy. Would want to prove my hubby that I too can slim down. Even by few kg's only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come to think of this year, such blessing we had. A new house and a new member of the family. Will tell you more about the new house that we stayed for already 6 months now. Thank GOD, ALHAMDULILLAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-139032657405064874?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/139032657405064874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=139032657405064874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/139032657405064874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/139032657405064874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting-is-game.html' title='Waiting is A Game!'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SRmDDtyqwlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/af6VxfV7XNM/s72-c/preggie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-9070579556398585453</id><published>2008-11-06T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:57:11.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Snippets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night Out With My Chubby Hubby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that I'm forever nagging him to take me out, even when I'm just counting days to meet my lovely baby. Its just that I love to spend time with him so much nowadays that even a simple night out would be more than sufficient for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So what we did is to go out. To &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alamanda&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing special though. We're just out to get my medicine, went to the banks and so on. Just errands. Then we bought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;, just a snack plate, to take away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Off we go to the banks then. after that, we just stop by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Masjid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Putra&lt;/span&gt;, sat there and have a lovely night picnic by the lake. It was so breathtakingly beautiful. He was so sweet. Everything is perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's just the night that I would remember forever.. Just the three of us, Hubby, me and baby in the tummy... A picture perfect of a happy family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a open house done during &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing big, just a simple gathering I might say. Thanks to my mother and mother in laws, it was smooth. If its up to me, I won't be able to do anything at all. I'm already 8 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; plus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;preggie&lt;/span&gt; at that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; was different I must say. With all the anticipation waiting for the baby. we celebrated &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; this year with hubby's family. As usual, first day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; is in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt; and the next is in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muar&lt;/span&gt;. Being in the car that long is really exhausting for me. Back ache is what I can't endure actually. Then comes the muscle cramps since I've been walking all day long to relatives house.. Not to mention the non stop eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By 3 weeks of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt;, I gained extra 3 kilos, while I manage to maintain no weight gain during fasting month. well I guess it just fair. Anyway whatever food I ate will go to the baby right? So in a way I'm feeding my baby right? (Excuses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Preggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for now I'm counting days to see my baby. Already on holiday, long holiday actually since I stretched it from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt;. I think we had almost everything covered in terms of baby stuff. We bought almost everything, not leaving anything at all for anyone to buy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahahhahaa&lt;/span&gt;.. Well, we're just excited parents that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I already can feel the contraction. Can see my feet swollen up. Can't see if I'm standing though. My tummy is extremely big that people keep on asking whether its a twin. We do hope so even its a fat chance to get a twin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubby is extremely sweet to me nowadays. Well sweeter than he always do I can say. He tried his best to come home early everyday. And yes, I'm staying at my parents house for now. Will go to my in laws house tomorrow since they're just 10 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; away from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SJMC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I mention that we're gonna go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SJMC&lt;/span&gt; for delivery? No because we had so much money to spend, its just that my hubby's company covers maternity in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SJMC&lt;/span&gt;. So I could safely says that I'm going to stay at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SJMC&lt;/span&gt; for free, or maybe for a few hundreds if we exceed the ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Comments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only my hubby and I knows what trouble I love getting myself into last time. I can still remember a few 'close friends' that turns into 'not friends anymore'. Those people who stabbed me in the back, those people who managed to make my life harder. Those people that I know I won't forget. These are the people that made me bitter, made me hard to be close to anyone, made me hated the term friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I stumble into some of them. Their life story, isn't as beautiful as mine. I'd say that the wheel has turned. Sorry for being unsympathetic. But I can say that you brought this all to yourself. All the bad deeds that you made towards me, has finally ate you back. My bad deeds that I've done to other people has been paid by facing my life experience knowing you. So the wheels has turned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-9070579556398585453?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/9070579556398585453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=9070579556398585453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/9070579556398585453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/9070579556398585453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/11/snippets.html' title='Snippets'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-9161768741311233094</id><published>2008-05-16T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:34:33.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a sad day for Malaysia</title><content type='html'>We lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost Thomas Cup, after how many years of us not winning, we're adding another year of misery.  It is such a sad day. So many effort wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is semifinal good enough for Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign off with a heavy heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-9161768741311233094?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/9161768741311233094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=9161768741311233094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/9161768741311233094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/9161768741311233094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-sad-day-for-malaysia.html' title='What a sad day for Malaysia'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-8151117642020721190</id><published>2008-04-30T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:10:38.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being pregnant has its up and down. Each and every single thing that anyone around me do or didn't do, disturbs me so much. One simple example, I feel hurt when my friend didn't say hi to me. It hurts me that I feel like crying. Not her fault though, because she had something going on at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also cried when I listened to certain song. It reminds me so much of how I feel about my baby and it touches my heart so much. It also hurts when my husband fell asleep downstairs while watching football. I cried all night long. Not any one's fault though. Just that my hearts is easily touched these day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cried again today. When the doctor show the scan to me, I was in tears. I could see my baby, so little, moving inside me. Then while driving, I cried again, remembering how the baby looks like. Its so tiring to cry all the time, because I am not someone who cries a lot. Heck, even I used to laugh at people who cried and make fun of them. What's becoming of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then now at the office, I'm almost in tears again. To think about the two of us, my baby and I, what we will go through together. I will try to be the strongest person on earth, for my baby. What I have to go through just to have this baby, and what I have gone though during this 11 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The office has been a great big deal of a test as well. The calls that comes through, the idiocy of the questions asked, the volume of the calls, the complexity of it, and also with the people that I deal with. Honestly, I do not know how long I can endure this. But I will for the sake of my baby. We need the money. I'm not saying that my hub is not helping but we need all what we can have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All this, contributed to my high blood pressure. And I need to cool down. I need help to cool down. Please help me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-8151117642020721190?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8151117642020721190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=8151117642020721190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/8151117642020721190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/8151117642020721190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/04/test.html' title='A test'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-6896770019461728306</id><published>2008-04-17T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:22:49.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Terrible mood swing. Hormones raging up. I'm tired and I'm bored. I am going out of my mind here. I hate my job. I'm pissed and angry all the time today. I'm lonely and sensitive. I am all that and more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm dizzy and feeling nauseated by the smell of this office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excuse me. I need to go and puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-6896770019461728306?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6896770019461728306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=6896770019461728306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6896770019461728306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6896770019461728306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/04/mood-swing.html' title='Mood Swing'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-2435175978872873836</id><published>2008-04-09T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:10:31.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Role</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm thrilled as my new role takes place. Being a mother to be, (even by typing it sends shivers to my vein) I'm practically hyperventilating of happiness. And vomiting also, of course. I'm so tired and moody and God knows what else. But that doesn't affect anything about my happiness though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't this what I always want? Yes. This is exactly how I want it. Er mm.. not exactly. What I had in mind is more... hm mm... easy. I always imagine myself looking beautifully bloated on the stomach. And my baby will softly kicked me and I would be smiling and rubbing my baby. My dress is nothing short of fabulous. I get to wear beautiful pregnant dresses and look serenely, breathtakingly gorgeous with my swelling tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then my husband will come into the picture, looking as handsome as ever, and lovingly kissed me and our baby to be. What a beautiful picture it will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I had in reality is extremely far from that. I didn't get to wear any pregnant dress yet because, lets just face it, nothing shows for 2 mths pregnant, except my own non-pregnant swelling tummy (fat I tell you, FAT!!!). I'm sure I'll look nothing like a beautiful happy pregnant lady, but look more like an indon maid, overdressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But even so, I do feel bloated, and I can't stop throwing out. Thank God I don't smell like vomit. Even with everything that I ate I manage to get it out, I still add few more kilos to my already overweight body. Which is actually a wonder on how did I manage to gain weight by the amount of vomit that came out of me everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And my work just makes things worse. My job requires me to stare at the PC for eight hours and it adds up to my dizziness spell level to be increased. And then there's this ugly headphone attached to my head to enable customers to shout things straight to my brain. Makes things worse you see. I've been thinking to take like a whole 2 mths of leave, but then again, where will I get money from then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cravings is something that I still don't feel. Yes I do feel the urges to eat something different, like that day I really wanted to eat '&lt;em&gt;bubur kampung baru&lt;/em&gt;'.  Then I have then sudden likeness to green guava. Until I vomit all out that's it, no more green guava for me. But it doesnt seems like a craving to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talk about the food that I must take and musn't take. To put it in the easiest way possible, most of the food that I liked to eat, are strictly forbidden. But most of the food that I really hate to eat are top ten in my food intake list. Talk about urghhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I already felt dizzy by staring at this PC for too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-2435175978872873836?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2435175978872873836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=2435175978872873836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2435175978872873836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2435175978872873836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-role.html' title='New Role'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-3682200682475703007</id><published>2008-03-16T10:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:42.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paintball'/><title type='text'>Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pics from Paintball Tournament Padang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Astaka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; on 25t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; - 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; February 2008. What I have here in part one is not even quarter from what I had snapped there. But it took me forever to upload the picture and I just don't have that kind of patience at all. So, I'll update more later, but these is what I have for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that I promised like this before and it wasn't done, but fret not, I owe this post and the continuity of this to a lot of people that I promised before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I wanted to tell you, the story of Urban Rush....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178168944023619138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9yNOC98xkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/03ISPLh-n9U/s320/P2240333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to the war, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Armageddon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9yNOi98xlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EknCfXcpdcE/s1600-h/P2240357.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178168952613553746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9yNOi98xlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EknCfXcpdcE/s320/P2240357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At camp, these is where their shelter is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9yNPC98xmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/d3fLJbhblEY/s1600-h/P2240360.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178168961203488354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9yNPC98xmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/d3fLJbhblEY/s320/P2240360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Their first war &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9yNPS98xnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PWUXoBAvH34/s1600-h/P2240361.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178168965498455666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9yNPS98xnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PWUXoBAvH34/s320/P2240361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Our sharpshooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9yNPy98xoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zWS990Ywbzk/s1600-h/P2250366.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178168974088390274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9yNPy98xoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zWS990Ywbzk/s320/P2250366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prebets having fun ahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-3682200682475703007?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3682200682475703007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=3682200682475703007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/3682200682475703007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/3682200682475703007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-1.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9yNOC98xkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/03ISPLh-n9U/s72-c/P2240333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-6190774216355434515</id><published>2008-03-11T15:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:42.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Samy Vellu in Wikipedia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who ever did this.. I would like to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS MATE !! YOU MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD IN MY OFFICE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176380721505027618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9Yy1y98xiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cn5AX4ZiNVY/s320/SAMYVELLU.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What? You can't see what I'm talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176382718664820274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9Y0qC98xjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8yuGeOu_oL4/s320/SAMYVELLU1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just in case ( I know that's the case) the font is too small... there's what written on Wikipedia about Samy Vellu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Pursued by scandals, corruption allegations, and charges of lack of affectiveness, he suffered a shcoking defeat at the Sungai Siput parliamentary constituency in the 12th Malaysian General Election on March 8, 2008. He has since retired from Malaysian Politics and has ventured into a Roti Canai food bussiness in Sentul'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What an entry... I wonder whether Samy Vellu NOW realized his position in politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-6190774216355434515?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6190774216355434515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=6190774216355434515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6190774216355434515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6190774216355434515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/03/samy-vellu-in-wikipedia.html' title='Samy Vellu in Wikipedia'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R9Yy1y98xiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cn5AX4ZiNVY/s72-c/SAMYVELLU.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-1460069942863309613</id><published>2008-03-06T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:17:27.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paintball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Do not blame me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I will post the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt; photo's to this blog, but so sorry because our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection at home has been cut. Its only because we're moving house, and it takes forever to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;transfer&lt;/span&gt; the phone line to our new house.&lt;br /&gt;Will get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; uploaded once everything settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we have moved!! My house look like a store with all the box and after a week, not even a box fully unpacked!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arghhh&lt;/span&gt;.. dunno where to start and dunno where to keep all of those stuff. I could not believe that from our small flat we had so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know my post are all so boring nowadays. I'll try to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection fixed so I can do proper post at home. Now posting blogs from office are just so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nuisance&lt;/span&gt;. They keep interrupting my flow of thought and in the end, recent few post is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. just bear with me. I promise I will definitely post the pics soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS :- There's a paintball buffet on 15th March BY MudTrekker, pallet unlimited!! Msg me if you wanna join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-1460069942863309613?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1460069942863309613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=1460069942863309613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/1460069942863309613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/1460069942863309613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-not-blame-me.html' title='Do not blame me'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-8646213664681782413</id><published>2008-02-28T08:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:43.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paintball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>What??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have done a big mistake!! Look at my page.. what can you see as a mistake here? Something that I honestly did not attend to do so, yet it carries so much meaning (which is not true!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171826882507249362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R8YFJeupFtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JDqVxGecIF0/s320/silly.gif" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. I intend to say Paintballer's wife, not a painballer's wife!!!! Erghh.. What one alphabet can change the whole meaning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have totally change it.. this is just as a reminder.. wrong words will mean something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-8646213664681782413?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8646213664681782413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=8646213664681782413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/8646213664681782413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/8646213664681782413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/02/what.html' title='What??'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R8YFJeupFtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JDqVxGecIF0/s72-c/silly.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-6805874220327848389</id><published>2008-02-18T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:21:32.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>What done can't be recovered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a huge, huge row with my hubby last night. Not that I'm going through every details here, but he reminds me that I need to be thankful. Thankful for him being at home on 10 o'clock every night when most of his friends, married or single, slave away in a karaoke with sleezy GRO and tons of alcohols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That made me think. I am grateful that he's home every single night. And god knows how much I trust him. He is different from any KL boys that I ever knew. That is the reason why I choose him from other boys. But what different I am from other girls? I rarely cooks, I rarely clean the house. The only thing I do regularly is ironing his shirt. He did say that he need something to be gateful of, having me as a wife. Man I need to buck up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the words, as true as it is, it kills me. It kills me to realize that I am the one who took him for granted. I never have to worry about having no money, his salary is enough to support both of us. Yet I'm working, and not a single cent contribution to our house. Every single thing is paid for. Even my telephone bill was paid for. Some of my credit cards bill is paid for. My money is simply for me. How selfish I am,(that is what my husband called me, which now I came to agree to it) to let go of my own responsibility. I know he didn't ask for money, he got more that what I earned. All he ever want is me being his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, have I promised him to change? Numerous times. Have I swear to do as he says? I lost count. I am a selfish person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ALRIGHT. What I'm going to do is to set up a small target. A very small target to achieve. I will try to make a breakfast everyday. Small breakfast such as a fried meehoon, or a sandwich (which he loves so much). Give me a week to fullfill this. From today onwards, everyday breakfast for me dear hubby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can do it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-6805874220327848389?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6805874220327848389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=6805874220327848389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6805874220327848389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6805874220327848389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-done-cant-be-recovered.html' title='What done can&apos;t be recovered'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-5360940896483241473</id><published>2008-02-15T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:22:07.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>What lost what gained</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got the result of the interview. I DID NOT GET IT. It doesn't matter though. In fact, its a relief. I have a very huge doubt of my capability of handling the job. You know, I even had a dream that I failed doing the job that caused me fired. Urghhh.. ugly dream I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's okay. Although I didn't get the job, I still get something though. I got an order of 10 jerseys (which I'm currently selling). Well, that's good enough I guess. Still waiting for 60 jerseys order to confirmed and another 10 to come through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What am I thinking actually when I was told that I did not get the job? I was just thinking, should I look dissapointed because I'm not at all, or should I look joyous, that would keep him wondering why ahhahahaha... nevertheless, I remained calm and acted like a very sane person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, Shan is going to be very dissapointed since I'm going to be in his team for a long time. On a bright side, I can still bully my manager in my current team!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, moving house proved to difficult. I hope that this will be our last move for long long time. I love my new house. Thanks to my dear hubby who goes with all of my wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Valentines day. I do not celebrate it at all. I have celebrated it before, that was back when I was still in school and college, when I was too naive to understand the real Valentines stood for. Anyway, I did not care for Valentines day for a very very long time already, until this year. This is my 2nd Valentines as a wife. My1st, nothing that I can remember because there's nothing done. This year however, I received a very sweet sms from my dear hubby. "walaupun kita celebrate Valentine, tapi saya nak awak tau saya syg awak. You are the star of my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You see, this is actually a big effort coming from my hubby. He is the type that always and always think that we women do not need to hear sweet words when we are in pain or difficulties. He always say that what we need is the truth. SO when he gave a sweet word, which happens to be the truth, I'm really touched. But I would appreciate it he could give me more sweet words you see. I could never get tired of sweet words. Like famous amos cookies. How do you get tired of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm at the office right now. Thinking of my hubby who doesn't know to stop working. He better not be working tomorrow or I'll just explode!! Arrrghhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK then. Chiow for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-5360940896483241473?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5360940896483241473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=5360940896483241473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/5360940896483241473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/5360940896483241473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-lost-what-gained.html' title='What lost what gained'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-6186066064062075925</id><published>2008-02-07T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:22:33.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Now that I think of it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you realize that its so rare to see anyone marry their childhood sweetheart? I was just thinking about my friends and who were we dating with back then... None of us married our childhood sweetheart. I once fall head over heels for a guy, and I thought that he was my true love. Boy what I went through just to keep our relationship alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking about this relationship I'm currently under. No doubt this is the longest relationship I have ever been in. And I'm praying, hoping that this is forever. Heck, I'm married to this guy. Please la forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what made me think was a question from a friend of mine.. What makes me think that my hubby is the one? Obviously so many people think that they have made a right choice my getting married. And obviously there are so many people who made the mistake of thinking so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's my answer. What do you look for in a husband? I believe that determined how long your marriage gonna last. If you're looking for someone who you can have fun with, I doubt its gonna last very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna get a little bit religious here. We have guidance on how to choose your other half, I would strongly suggest for you to actually to go through the list and check what's there, what's not there. The first two is very important. The religion and the family trees. You don't want to get married and end up marrying your half brother or sister right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for religion, doesn't mean that as long as both of you are Muslim that's enough. You might need someone who will be able to guide you. Completing each other that's what is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons more to say on this subject but seems like time is not allowing me to continue. I would continue my say later, maybe in another topic then. I know that this is such a boring post. But I feel compelled to do so in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post more interesting post soon. Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-6186066064062075925?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6186066064062075925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=6186066064062075925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6186066064062075925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6186066064062075925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-that-i-think-of-it.html' title='Now that I think of it...'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-2117237407732783656</id><published>2008-01-24T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:14:54.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Mate Match Radio Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the WBAM FM morning show in Chicago, the DJs play a game where they award winners great prizes. The game is called "Mate Match." The DJs call someone at work and ask if they are married or seriously involved with someone. If the contestant answers yes, he or she is then asked 3 random yet highly personal questions.&lt;br /&gt;The person is also asked to divulge the name of their partner (with phone number) for verification. If their partner answers those same three questions correctly, they both win the prize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular game, however, several months ago made the City of Big Shoulders drop to its knees with laughter and is possibly the funniest thing I've heard yet. Anyway, here's how it all went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Hey! This is Edgar on WBAM. Have you ever heard of 'Mate Match'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: (laughing) "Yes I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Great! Then you know we're giving away a trip to Orlando,Florida if you win. What is your name? First only please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: "Brian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Brian, are you married or what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;J: "Yes? Does that mean you're married or you're what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing nervously) "Yes, I am married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Thank you. Now, what is your wife's name? First only please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Sara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Is Sara at work, Brian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "She is gonna kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Stay with me here, Brian! Is she at work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing) Yes, she's at work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Okay, first question - when was the last time you had sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "She is gonna kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Brian! Stay with me here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "About 8 o'clock this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Atta boy, Brian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing sheepishly) "Well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Question #2 - How long did it last?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "About 10 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Wow! You really want that trip, huh? No one would ever have said that if a trip wasn't at stake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Yeah, that trip sure would be nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Okay. Final question. Where did you have sex at 8 o'clock this morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing hard) "I, ummm, I, well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "This sounds good, Brian. Where was it at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Not that it was all that great, but her Mom is staying for a couple of weeks..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Uh huh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "...and the Mother-in-law was in the shower at the Time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Atta boy, Brian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "On the kitchen table."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Not that great?? That is more adventure than the previous hundred times I've done it. Okay folks, I will put Brian on hold, get his wife's work number and call her up. You listen to this. (3 minutes of commercials follow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Okay audience, let's call Sarah, shall we?" (touch tones ringing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: "Kinkos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Hey, is Sarah around there somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: "This is she."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Sarah, this is Edgar with WBAM. We are live on the air right now and I've been talking with Brian for a couple of hours now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "A couple of hours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Well, a while now. He is on the line with us. Brian knows not to give any answers away or you'll lose. Sooooooo...do you know the rules of 'Mate match'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "Brian, what the hell are you up to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian (laughing) "Just answer his questions honestly, okay? Be completely honest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Yeah yeah yeah. Sure. Now, I will ask you 3 questions, Sarah. If your answers match Brian's answers, then&lt;br /&gt;the both of you will be off to Orlando, Florida for 5 days on us. Disney World. Sea World. Tickets to the Magic's game. The whole deal. Get it Sarah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "All right. When did you last have sex, Sarah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Oh God, Brian....uh, this morning before Brian went to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "What time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Around 8 this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Very good. Next question. How long did it last?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "12, 15 minutes maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Hmmmm. That's close enough. I am sure she is trying to protect his manhood. We've got one last question, Sarah. You are one question away from a trip to Florida. Are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Where did you have it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "OH MY GOD, BRIAN!! You didn't tell them that, did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Just tell him, honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "What is bothering you so much,Sarah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Well, it's just that my Mom is vacationing with us and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "She saw?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "BRIAN?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "No, no I didn't..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Ease up there, sister. Just messing' with your head. Your answer, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: "Dear Lord...I cannot believe you told them this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Come on, honey, it's for a free trip to Florida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Let's go, sister. We ain't got all day here. Where did you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (short pause) "In the ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(long, long pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "We'll be right back after a word from our sponsors."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-2117237407732783656?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2117237407732783656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=2117237407732783656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2117237407732783656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2117237407732783656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/01/mate-match-radio-game.html' title='Mate Match Radio Game'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-2962483064681880400</id><published>2008-01-24T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:14:54.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>In honor of stupid peaple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In honour of Stupid People .&lt;br /&gt;In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed through stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom) -- "Do not turn upside down."&lt;br /&gt;(well...duh, a bit late, huh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On Sainsbury's peanuts -- "Warning: contains nuts."&lt;br /&gt;(talk about a news flash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On Boot's Children Cough Medicine -- "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication."&lt;br /&gt;(We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5 year-olds with head-colds off those bulldozers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On Marks &amp;amp;Spencer Bread Pudding -- "Product will be hot after heating."&lt;br /&gt;(...and you thought????...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a Sears hairdryer -- Do not use while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;(That's the only time I have to work on my hair.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On a bag of Fritos -- You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.&lt;br /&gt;(the shoplifter special?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On a bar of Dial soap -- "Directions: Use like regular soap."&lt;br /&gt;(and that would be???....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On some Swanson frozen dinners -- "Serving suggestion: Defrost."&lt;br /&gt;(but, it's just a suggestion.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On packaging for a Rowenta iron -- "Do not iron clothes on body."&lt;br /&gt;(but wouldn't this save me time?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On Nytol Sleep Aid -- "Warning: May cause drowsiness."&lt;br /&gt;(..I'm taking this because???....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On most brands of Christmas lights -- "For indoor or outdoor use only."&lt;br /&gt;(as opposed to what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On a Japanese food processor -- "Not to be used for the other use."&lt;br /&gt;(now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On an American Airlines packet of nuts -- "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts."&lt;br /&gt;(Step 3: say what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On a child's Superman costume -- "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."&lt;br /&gt;(I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;On a Swedish chainsaw -- "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals."&lt;br /&gt;(Oh my God..was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-2962483064681880400?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2962483064681880400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=2962483064681880400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2962483064681880400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2962483064681880400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-honor-of-stupi.html' title='In honor of stupid peaple'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-1217667738583955236</id><published>2008-01-24T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:43.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>And A Happy New Day!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hear, Hear!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With this I announce, I am exremely happy and excited and giddy!!! I am so extremely content, extremely feeling good, extremely everything!! Such a good start of the year you see.. All the puzzle fall in pieces and what a good piece it is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am I so happy? Because I got shortlisted for second interview!!!!! Yeay!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159006814930542642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R5h5XVXBIDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/j6rRsIbpgXg/s320/19-job-interview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason why I was so happy is because I never thought that I will get shortlisted for second interview. I wasn't expecting to be called for the first interview in the first place. So when I was being interviewed, I was nervous like hell. I pant, I cough, my voice trembles, my head blank, I talk too fast, I gave stupid answer to a very brilliant question. I have done all sort of the not to do's in the interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember going out from the meeting room, feeling like shit and hopeless and defeated. I had never done THAT bad in interviews before. Anyway, I'm glad that I got it wrong for this.. ehehhehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, newsflash!! We're moving to our own house soon!!! Another happy story to tell you about but I have no idea how to put it in words. The feeling of having our own house for the first time so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will TRY to update more later...&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/350745763112779931-1217667738583955236?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1217667738583955236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=1217667738583955236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/1217667738583955236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/1217667738583955236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-happy-new-day.html' title='And A Happy New Day!!!!!'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R5h5XVXBIDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/j6rRsIbpgXg/s72-c/19-job-interview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-7719957659832190870</id><published>2007-11-25T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:44.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paintball'/><title type='text'>A sip of war taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happiest.. happiest moment of my life.. see.. just look at the pic.. do I really need to tell what I was doing in that outfit? Well... to any girls.. I repeat.. GIRLS that would like to play paintball with us, do msg me here okay? I'm looking for girls who are tough enough be with us.. (actually to cover me ahahahahha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R0mZ7sBIKJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nG9WWkSupSo/s1600-h/paintball3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136806100699981970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R0mZ7sBIKJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nG9WWkSupSo/s320/paintball3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do I have to be the biggest among all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in the pic is me. Dilla, Mel and Yani.. Which one is which, you take a wild guess (don't anyone dare to guess which one is me by pointing out who's the biggest okay? I'm talking about the other three!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R0mZ28BIKII/AAAAAAAAAD0/T9IVkbPH9D8/s1600-h/paintball2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136806019095603330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R0mZ28BIKII/AAAAAAAAAD0/T9IVkbPH9D8/s320/paintball2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still the biggest.. dammit next player need to be bigger than me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tell you, I was hiding behind the first bunker most of the time, dare not to move, but by the end of each game, I still have to catch my breath!! I swear that I turn blue from exhaustion. That's mainly because I hadn't had anything to eat since morning. And to those who knows me well should know better that I couldn't function without food. Like engine you see, they need petrol, the only thing difference is they don't store their excess fuel as fat (like we do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R0mZwMBIKHI/AAAAAAAAADs/WbbITQsi4Wc/s1600-h/paintball1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136805903131486322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R0mZwMBIKHI/AAAAAAAAADs/WbbITQsi4Wc/s320/paintball1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at me I'm so fierce yet so happy ahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, thanks to my dearest hubby to introduce me to this game. I love you hubby!!!! I would love you more if you sponsor my next game... wink..wink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-7719957659832190870?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7719957659832190870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=7719957659832190870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7719957659832190870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7719957659832190870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/11/sip-of-war-taste.html' title='A sip of war taste'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/R0mZ7sBIKJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nG9WWkSupSo/s72-c/paintball3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-67616048313290798</id><published>2007-11-23T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:19:11.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>What A Day...</title><content type='html'>1999 was the year.It's been so long since I knew you. At first, you're just another guy from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; ever part of the world, that won't look into my eyes at all. Well, I could understand why. I'm just a newbie at that time, and you are one of the notorious warrior. And then you became a thief, while I from someone who believes in magic changes my path to healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever gave me any chance? Not at all. Not even when you know my reputation is growing. Not even when you know that I am the only female in that dark world, and everybody is paying attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 was the year. Then we crossed path. We both decided to returned to reality. And we met. We both at the arms of other people. You look good in her arms, and you definitely glowing with happiness. How I envy that. And my arms also link with another guy. He doesn't know anything about our dark world. Its getting harder and harder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fall into the darkest pit. The most dirty, smelly darkest pit I ever fall off. Then I saw you there. You also fell? But you climbed up very quickly, and you recovered. But not me. I'm falling deeper and deeper and getting nowhere in this reality world. I tried escaping through the dark world, but it all seems meaningless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arms are free. Then you helped me. You, the one who is most sought after, is lending your arms to me. You helped me out from that dark pit. You set my path straight, and clear the obstacle for me. you were at the front, fighting my war for me. How I valued you, looking at you as my knight with shining armor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003 was the year. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt; from you. All I can see is you. All I ever think of is you. I cornered you, yanked away your freedom, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cling ed&lt;/span&gt; myself to you. I know you couldn't breath, I know you feel trapped, but how could you feel trapped with me? You, who helped me though my day, who I trust my life with. Then you threw me away. I couldn't understand why. How could you push me into misery when you saved me in my own war?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged and I begged. And you keep on asking me to look at the point. What point? The point where I'm about to destroy myself? After eternity, then only I get it. I could live without you. I could make it on my own. But you made me complete. I don't have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cling ed&lt;/span&gt; myself at you, I can do my own thing. I survived all these while, what makes me weak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood then. You, as a well known fighter, wants me to fight. Wants me to stand on my own 2 feet. Wants me not to rely on people around so much, as they could hurt you. Wants me to know how to clear my own path, and walk straight without his direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was the year. We joined as one. You, again became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt; from me. But, so do you from me. All we can see is each other. And you make me the happiest woman alive. You, who loves me for who I am. You, who teaches me valuable lesson of life. You, who brighten my day just by a touch of your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 is the year.I can see your face lit by morning sun. I can see you closing your eyes every night. I can see you when you sad, my heart would shatter into pieces. When you laugh, I will smile for days, thinking about your life. I still love you , as much as I loved you before, probably more. I pray for your life, so I can live my day happily as I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we're getting older, but I really hope that we have a long journey ahead of us. I would want to go to that journey with you by my side. Lets grow old together. Lets live together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more as you age more. I love you hubby, and always will. Happy birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-67616048313290798?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/67616048313290798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=67616048313290798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/67616048313290798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/67616048313290798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-day.html' title='What A Day...'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-1298288055872236020</id><published>2007-11-17T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:20:28.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>True to your words!!</title><content type='html'>I seriously have no idea what to put for my title so here it goes. Got nothing to do with what I'm about to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes. I have no patience for life. I really have no patience for other people as well. How I survived in customer service line for this long also I don't know. I seriously very inpatience person. I can just go nuts over simple smal thing as in rice... over some uncook rice I cried my heart out of ,anger and despair. Believe it? You better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my mum as my idol. I really do. But I can't see myself to be as patient as she is. I have never seen her goes berserk to my dear dad as I did to my husband. I have never seen her voice out her objection angrily as I always did to my husband. the only time I saw her went berserk is when the trial time on our family. By that I mean when I was a rebel teenager back then. I was impossible to handle.. Well I'm almost impossible to handle even now according to my husband... (sorry dear for that, I am stubborn yes I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has gone though a lot with me. I mean, I made a lot of things that broke her heart and she still loves me anyway. I have done the unthinkable to them, and made my mum cried almost every night. I still felt sorry for that. And for that, I've been trying my best to make her the happiest mum in the world. And I want my dad to know that I've changed, if not a lot. I want them to be proud of what I am now. Although I' a college dropout, I'm still doing fine. And I'm working with the largest bank on earth. I hope they're proud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I need THE MOST now is patience. I know that I should snapped on my hubby, but I did, and I did almost everyday. I could tell you that most of our argument is because neither of us is being patient with each other. Neither one of is willing to back off when it comes to argument. I guess when we're married, we expect the best from our soulmate, but since no one is perfect, we're not getting what we were hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I know that I need that patience more than anything else now. I'm just so tired of getting caught in a middle of nasty argument by not being patient. I love my hubby dearly, but I just can't get my head straight when I'm arguing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... there's an interesting argument going on in the office right now. So I'm signing off rite now, will continue later okay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-1298288055872236020?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1298288055872236020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=1298288055872236020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/1298288055872236020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/1298288055872236020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/11/true-to-your-words.html' title='True to your words!!'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-8327852234496744668</id><published>2007-11-10T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:18:20.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paintball'/><title type='text'>We're not in war people!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a busy day. What a tiring, busy day. What a tiring yet exciting, busy day. Today is the first day of my darling's paintball tournament. I've been there yes, but I'm in the office currently because..hmmmm...... welll..... you know why.......... I HAVE TO WORK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I can see him being happy.. yes he is extremely happy. I was there until his second game, and there's 2 more games to go. First game is the easiest. Because the opposite team decided that they're too chicken to fight my mighty hubby and just didn't turn up for the game.. ehhehehe.. yes my hubby is a mighty hubby... ehehhehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The second game is quite good, and off course, being mighty as he is, they won!!!! Although 2 of his team member got their marker jammed, but they won alright. And he was so ecstatic that he won!! Well, I would be too if I were him.. It is a good game ok... hiding behind bunkers and get to shoot people and hide some more... ahahahhahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Surprisingly, there are a lot of girls player. And guess what, a bunch of stewardess from God knows which airlines are in division 2!! And my mighty hubby is in division 4 only.. hmmm... I guess then from now on I would refer to them as mighty stewardess.. And they are hot I tell you hot!!! Holding a marker and shooting at men.. and then they can pose and smile cutely... ehehehhehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll end this entry now because I beginning to sound like a lesbian.. Anyway, those mighty stewardess they for sure can play a very good game, or else they won't be in Division 2. Almost amateur i guess.. go mighty stewardess go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-8327852234496744668?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8327852234496744668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=8327852234496744668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/8327852234496744668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/8327852234496744668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/11/were-not-in-war-people.html' title='We&apos;re not in war people!!!!'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-6334750501435190940</id><published>2007-11-08T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:25:34.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Tell me the first step to get a baby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so freaking jealous with most of my friends. OK I admit that I am insanely jealous with those who have babies doesn't matter my friends or not!!! I am so into babies.. that I dream of having one almost every month..OK OK every week!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to say? I love baby, I really want at least one.. but we haven't have any.. not because we don't want to.. but that thing just won't stick around.. I hate to answer those bloody question of when? Am I planning? Dammit I just hate that stupid question!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a less depressing topic, I FINALLY GOT MY ACCREDITATION SCHEME!! Woo Hoooo!!!! Extra money for extra lavish lifestyle ahahahhahahaha.... what lavish also I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday gone, doesn't even feel like celebrating it.. gloomy birthday except when hubby throws a surpise small birthday party that attended by 99% of HIS friends... ahhahaha.. ehh wait.. is it my birtday party or his.. ohh.. mine.. the cake says my name... ahahhahaha... Thanks Sab for being there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.. ohh.. I really wanted to upload some pics from last raya, but they're uploading it real slow so I got fed up so I decided will upload it later. (which might mean never in my terms ehehhe). Anyway, I enjoy this year of raya sooo much because I get to go back to my hometown. My hubby really really can't cope with village celebration that is so quiet yet so 'meriah'. That's ok, he will learn in years to come I hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love most is the busy preparation. We're in the kitchen all day long, which I don't get to feel last year because my in law's family celebrate it differently... I don't get to eat my favorite food last year, so this year... hmmm.. need I say more? ehehehhee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure that I'll miss it next year... ohhh great tasty delicious food... I'll see you two years from now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I running out of word now. And I am getting extremely bitter because my extremely busy husband is so damn busy that I unable to see or even speak to him for 48 hrs now. So I'm just going to sleep now, alone. So people stop asking me why I'm not pregnant yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-6334750501435190940?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6334750501435190940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=6334750501435190940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6334750501435190940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6334750501435190940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/11/tell-me-first-step-to-get-baby.html' title='Tell me the first step to get a baby..'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-2457856258582291435</id><published>2007-10-19T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:27:54.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Good News!! Great News!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Astro now has KBSW channel.. I have no freaking idea what it stands for but it is a Korean Channel!!!!!! Now I can watch Korean dramas all I want!!! I'm soooooo happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;I dunno when did they add this new channel but to Astro, THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best to update tis blog after months of keeping quiet. Seems like I am running out of words to say. Celebrating Raya in a very familiar yet different way. I'm so happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. Selamat Hari Raya dan Maaf Zahir Batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update more after this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-2457856258582291435?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2457856258582291435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=2457856258582291435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2457856258582291435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2457856258582291435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-news-great-news.html' title='Good News!! Great News!!!!'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-6021279149390102608</id><published>2007-08-29T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:28:23.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your heart is broken so bad that you thought that your heart will never be the same again? Would you blame the person or the incident that did that to you? Or yourself for allowing it to happened to you? Will you be sad or angry? Will you mend your heart by crying and praying or broke people heart to make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see.. these are choices that we have in our life. Either to make yourself a better person or worse when facing a disaster of your life. Some people choose to guard themselves so they will never be hurt again, some people choose not to change anything because the experience worth all the hurting. Who are we to tell which one is right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe... GOD destined us for better future. That's why he make this disaster happened. Maybe if this isn't happening, we could be worse. I'm sure there's a silver lining in every cloud. This is my choice of handling my sadness. If I'm ever frustrated over anything, I'll promise myself to remember this. I will no resort to blaming others, or even the situation. I'll not blame myself either. I hope I'll be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ultimately sure that if God wants me to be a mother, I'll be. Maybe not now, but I will. God will let us be. I'll just need to make sure that I'm a better person so that I'll be a better mother than I will now. I'll take this as a test for me. Thank you God for at least giving me the opportunity of hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :- This doesn't mean that I miscarried or anything. Simply because I have to wait for another month for trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-6021279149390102608?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6021279149390102608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=6021279149390102608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6021279149390102608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/6021279149390102608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-8295657984159446288</id><published>2007-08-29T07:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:26:58.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Correct me if I'm wrong but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong but the losing of Nurin Jazlin is the parents fault. I'm being very bold here, but not without my deepest sympathy, but an eight years old child shouldn't be going to night market alone. That is definitely not a place for a child, no matter how safe you think the place is... To thought that the parents would learned something from a missing child case at SOGO a few months back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong but a little girl alone is like a magnet to pedophiles. In places of people don't really pay attention of one another except selling and buying and chit chatting, its a heaven to them. No one would notice anything, who would have cared of a little girl crying at the arm of a man, the would have thought that the girl was denied a candy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong but a child shouldn't go anywhere alone. It us who suppose to bring them. We are the caretakers, so we care for them, and take them to places they want to go. Although the place is very near, and the people are just your neighbors, but you have to know this. Murderers or a criminals or a pedophiles ARE someone's neighbor. You could never know anything like this would happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong but a sick child shouldn't be going anywhere alone. What if she falls into drain and so helpless to ask for help? Can you imagine a sick child in the drain, unconscious, and the clock is ticking before she lost her life... what if anything happens and she needs her medication straight away? Who would have the medicine if not for people who cares for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please learn from mistakes.. I'm so devastated to see this happening in Malaysia again and again.. Use some brain please... There's nothing wrong of being a little bit paranoid, its your child safety  for god's sake, you don't gamble with that!!  I'm so sorry if I sound crude or in anyway this post might hurt anyone's feeling, but someone has  to say something over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't rely on government to teach you every single thing. Do you really have to told  to hold your child's hand while crossing? WHO in their right mind would let a child cross the road by themselves? These little are important. Might seems petty and troublesome, but these are the things that can make you sleep well at night. Same as not letting your child out of supervision. Its called common sense!! But then again.. maybe common sense is not common at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine the worst could happen when we ignore little thing like this.  I pray that  Nurin will be home safely soon. No child should pay for parents mistake.  She shouldn't suffer like this so that parents in Malaysia would learn how to take care of their child. I hope when I have a child, I would pay attention to these little details. I hope that everyone would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next disaster, I'm reporting sadly from my bedroom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-8295657984159446288?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8295657984159446288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=8295657984159446288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/8295657984159446288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/8295657984159446288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/08/correct-me-if-im-wrong-but.html' title='Correct me if I&apos;m wrong but...'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-888502615359032461</id><published>2007-08-17T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:44.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Behold my words!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I'm gonna be a bit serious. I know that I got 2 post pending, but I don't feel like blogging about it at all. Lets talk about the most popular topic today.. Maybe not anymore since weeks has passed I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RsUUpKrxYzI/AAAAAAAAADk/hwnU-06x2_M/s1600-h/111-Malaysia_Bus_Crash.sff.embedded.prod_affiliate.79.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099504850542093106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RsUUpKrxYzI/AAAAAAAAADk/hwnU-06x2_M/s320/111-Malaysia_Bus_Crash.sff.embedded.prod_affiliate.79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bus crashes, 20 killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ehhh.. again? I very very sure I've heard about this like few years before.. Happened again??!! Never learn from mistakes. I don't know until how many hundreds died, then they would put more efforts on avoiding this catastrophes. Lets do what Malaysians do best.. who to blame in this case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bus company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Picture me saying this shouting) What the hell the bus company is thinking? Where is their responsibility? Didn't they run a check against their employee? Don't tell me that they didn't know about their own bus driver!! That is the lamest excuse ever! Ignorance is bliss I can see that now. Because of ignorance, 20 died, and they get to keep their hands off this matter.. Bliss huh??&lt;br /&gt;I understand that we cannot avoid human error, no one is perfect blah blah blah... but human error can be minimized god dammit!!&lt;br /&gt;I say we just sue the damn company for putting their passenger at risk! Sue them so that they won't be able to operate anymore! Sue them so they have to take bus as their public transport, and scared the shit out of them every time on the damn bus!! Sue them because they don't have moral or civic or whatever conscience they should have. Sue them because they're just irresponsible bastard who can only see money!!!! (panting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why ohh why this fella still be able to drive around? Why you can put a normal people to jail for parking ticket, but not him? How the hell he can renew his license? Why that you giving excuse after excuse? I don't understand!!!! You see, now when you want to apply this new act or that new law, it wont work either. You know why? Because you have to practise what you said!! You can't just said that ppl cannot do this and that, but when they do, you just close one eye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever it is.. I know its too late to point fingers. Let gone be bygone. So after weeks that fatal incident happens, I bet now everybody can relax, smile as if nothing happens, and still sleeping while driving (I'm talking about all the bus drivers).Until the next crash, I'm reporting live from my bedroom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-888502615359032461?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/888502615359032461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=888502615359032461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/888502615359032461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/888502615359032461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/08/behold-my-words.html' title='Behold my words!!!'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RsUUpKrxYzI/AAAAAAAAADk/hwnU-06x2_M/s72-c/111-Malaysia_Bus_Crash.sff.embedded.prod_affiliate.79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-2814816256579757251</id><published>2007-08-12T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:29:14.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>What la..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just came back from my parents house, right after watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinta Mat Rempit&lt;/span&gt;. Its like a family tradition, to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cerekarama&lt;/span&gt; every Saturday night at 10pm, TV3. But the movie sucks. Although I love the lead actor so much because of his previous drama, but this drama sucks. Its like lame version of A Walk to Remember.. What laa.. want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiru pun  &lt;/span&gt;at least make is good can or not? Spoiled the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other taught, I have so many things to update, especially the latest Royal London Circus. Got a few movie clip to show, but then again, still not sure how to upload. The truth is, I don't even find a way yet. Lazy la nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other taught again, I will be on leave for almost a week. Heaven...&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 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-2814816256579757251?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2814816256579757251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=2814816256579757251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2814816256579757251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2814816256579757251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-la.html' title='What la..'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-2199472868936302439</id><published>2007-07-31T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:46.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Langkawi - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again.. well... seems like everybody that owns blog or read blogs talking about &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;xiaxue &lt;/a&gt;vs &lt;a href="http://www.stevenlim.net/"&gt;steven lim&lt;/a&gt;. The prettiest Singapore girl vs the most handsome Singapore man. So they claimed. Interesting. One thing for sure, Steven Lim is a retard. I'm glad I didn't have actual friend like him. Thank GOD. And XiaXue, she's perfect for Steven Lim. You'll agree with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Back to main story. Our trip to Langkawi. Its ok if you feel bored or thinks that I only talk about Langkawi recently, I really don't mind. Ehehehhehe.. still all tanned (actually almost black) from the trip, so I'm still gonna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We touched Langkawi about 2PM, and its time to rent a car and booked a snorkeling package. Those 2 cost us RM 520. An old Nissan Sentra and snorkeling package for two. Interesting right? Because at first I though snorkeling itself gonna cost us RN290 per head. Well, we get lucky I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq8DKmAk1LI/AAAAAAAAADE/5twWO_5VaRw/s1600-h/P7220009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093293184115856562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq8DKmAk1LI/AAAAAAAAADE/5twWO_5VaRw/s320/P7220009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where we stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All checked in and ready, we headed to Kuah Town, just to look around and gonna go straight to dinner. We're having dinner at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Restoran Sangkar Ikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Remember that ridiculous &lt;a href="http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/07/langkawi-here-we-go.html"&gt;booking conversation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq7_KmAk1KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xfeKpAW-vmU/s1600-h/P7200040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093288786069345442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq7_KmAk1KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xfeKpAW-vmU/s320/P7200040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here we are, in Langkawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq78jWAk1II/AAAAAAAAACs/Re3qa1xZsbA/s1600-h/P7200054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093285912736224386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq78jWAk1II/AAAAAAAAACs/Re3qa1xZsbA/s320/P7200054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq9iBGAk1NI/AAAAAAAAADU/4p3WSJQU_xw/s1600-h/P7200046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093397474511738066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq9iBGAk1NI/AAAAAAAAADU/4p3WSJQU_xw/s320/P7200046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq78KWAk1HI/AAAAAAAAACk/6wBhyT5ZCgI/s1600-h/P7200055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093285483239494770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq78KWAk1HI/AAAAAAAAACk/6wBhyT5ZCgI/s320/P7200055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture taken from the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about the food? Well, its just normal. Nothing extra to boost about. Maybe the only thing that makes it just a little bit different is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kerabu Epal Hijau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yup, thats's rite, a green apple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kerabu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Tastes weird to me, but hubby loves it so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq9hWmAk1MI/AAAAAAAAADM/a7uLhgnsxLY/s1600-h/P7200056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093396744367297730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq9hWmAk1MI/AAAAAAAAADM/a7uLhgnsxLY/s320/P7200056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The infamous Green Apple &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kerabu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After dinner, we headed straight to Kuah, just looking around for places to buy chocolates!! Yes you heard right! We bought chocolate that enough to feed hungry soldier for a day. Anyway, the best part of my trip is the second and third day, but so sorry that I can't continue now. Hubby is bugging me to let him use pc to watch The Simpsons. I'm praying hard that he's not gonna be Homer anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, I'm not sure how upload video here... Maybe will figure out a way in a day or two, if if I'm not, then I won't be able to post the baby shark video... sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-2199472868936302439?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2199472868936302439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=2199472868936302439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2199472868936302439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2199472868936302439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/07/langkawi-part-2.html' title='Langkawi - Part 2'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/Rq8DKmAk1LI/AAAAAAAAADE/5twWO_5VaRw/s72-c/P7220009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-1604695303671736037</id><published>2007-07-26T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:29:14.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>A day of frustration</title><content type='html'>They all got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accreditation&lt;/span&gt; scheme. An allowance of $83 or $95. If for me, I'll get $95. But guess what, I didn't get, at all!! There, I said it. I don't get a cent!! Why everyone is making a big fuss over it? You guys get, good for you, those who didn't get, don't pull me along with your rebellious scheme. I just don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;farking&lt;/span&gt; care!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? I really thought that I got. I even manage to get compliment. Then what the hell did I do wrong? Everyone is pouring their heart out to me.. not satisfied this fella got, this fella don't have, management biased, boyfriend manager get extra attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what??!! Life is unfair ok? And we still have to go through it every single farking day!! Just suck up your damn bloody mood, and move on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I suppose to pour my heart to? Every single farking people tell me how upet they are.. hello!!! I'm upset too ok? I ALSO DIDN'T GET IT!!!!!! Why the fark do you guys think that I'll comfort you??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weren't this upset this morning.. but since everyone is assuming that I'm absolutely ok with not getting almost RM100 which I'm suppose to get, all pouring their heart out to me.. I'm getting depressed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-1604695303671736037?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1604695303671736037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=1604695303671736037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/1604695303671736037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/1604695303671736037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-of-frustration.html' title='A day of frustration'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-7682402004248742137</id><published>2007-07-23T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:48.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Why so fast one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah I'm back.. So fast orr.. 3 days flying without me even noticing it... So many things to blog about.. So many things happen in 3 days.. so much money saved, so much money spent ahhahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to describe my trip to Langkawi as simple as I could. First, This is my anniversary present!!! I got it a week before our anniversary, and the ring is (err.. not sure what the exact word is.. written??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Adi 2107 Ina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. 2107 is our anniversary date!!b Love it love it love it!! I never took it off even when I'm snorkeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RqQokwGGs9I/AAAAAAAAABc/e9nFF6RY_cU/s1600-h/P7170004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RqQokwGGs9I/AAAAAAAAABc/e9nFF6RY_cU/s320/P7170004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090238090686411730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here I am, at the LCCT terminal... with my husband, at the Coffee Bean. We reached there around 10am, and the flight is at 11.50 am. So I just though yeah.. WTH, still early.. lets update blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RqQppQGGs-I/AAAAAAAAABk/uL4S2XBRAMo/s1600-h/P7200012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RqQppQGGs-I/AAAAAAAAABk/uL4S2XBRAMo/s320/P7200012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090239267507450850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at me I'm so happy and giddy and excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm so excited!! Already busy snapping picture and explain to my hubby what our plan is. Well, He's a bit angry because I want to take up snorkeling that cost us RM295 per person, and I was explaining to him that we had to make our trip memorable with doing something special, like snorkeling.. there... you guys got my point rite?&lt;br /&gt;Then he came out with one killer sentence, 'why, going to Langkawi with me on our anniversary day is not special enough meh??!!'&lt;br /&gt;Aiyark.. how do one reply to a statement like that one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RqQqLAGGs_I/AAAAAAAAABs/c4NJTujGXXk/s1600-h/P7200013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RqQqLAGGs_I/AAAAAAAAABs/c4NJTujGXXk/s320/P7200013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090239847328035826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why are we still here??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argue and argue and argue later, its already 11.20am.. shit we haven't check in yet.. damn.. damn..damn.. shit..shit..shit.. we missed the flight!!!!!!!!!!!! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My hubby just laugh and I BLAMED MYSELF FOR NOT CHECKING IN!!!!!!! My hubby also blamed me in secret, i know it, but he never tell.. he sure blame me one.. I'm the one who busy blogging!! ( at the end, that blog entry that I missed the flight for, wasn't even saved and can't be published!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RqQrkgGGtBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sc-xCBE_9uQ/s1600-h/P7200017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RqQrkgGGtBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sc-xCBE_9uQ/s320/P7200017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090241384926327826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You never listen, busy blogging, we missed the damn flight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RqQr7QGGtCI/AAAAAAAAACE/QXQxU0-9zzs/s1600-h/P7200018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RqQr7QGGtCI/AAAAAAAAACE/QXQxU0-9zzs/s320/P7200018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090241775768351778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The farking flight that we missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we take the next flight to Langkawi, and the bloody flight that suppose to depart at 12.05 got nerve to delay until 12.55. What the fark???!! The flight actually cost us another RM600. And of course, I do what I do best when I'm stressed, I cried.. I cried and I sob and a few tears away, hubby promised to go snorkeling just to make me happy!!! Ahahahaha.. he did make me smile though.. I swear if its not for my hubby, I would cry until end of the trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of departing the big mighty city to small pretty town.. I'll update some picture and,, jeng jeng jeng.. some baby shark video later.. stay tuned.. ahhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Sab and KC, thanks for reading my blog, I'll make a special blog entry for your guys later ok? (once i got material laa..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-7682402004248742137?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7682402004248742137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=7682402004248742137&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7682402004248742137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7682402004248742137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-so-fast-one.html' title='Why so fast one?'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RqQokwGGs9I/AAAAAAAAABc/e9nFF6RY_cU/s72-c/P7170004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-3716680172617951000</id><published>2007-07-19T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:30:04.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Langkawi here we go!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I should have posted some picture that I got in Penang, but since I was using my hubby phone camera, (I don't really have an option do I?) i just have to wait for him to upload the picture first...&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. updating my blog where no one read (except me) and telling my story like anyone cares ahahahhaha.. My plan for today is to wash all the clothes 1st, play game a little bit, then dry the clothes and start the 2nd batch, play game some more, then dry again, play game again, then clean up living room, rest a bit, then clean up kitchen, watch tv, finally clean up bedroom, then start packing.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to book a restaurant in Langkawi for our Anniversary dinner. There's one pretty place called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Restoran Kelong Seri Melayu&lt;/span&gt; which is so pretty, but it was closed already. I tried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Restoran Sangkar Ikan&lt;/span&gt;, calling them proved to be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSI : yes??&lt;br /&gt;Me  : (Where's the introduction? Am I calling the right place?)Restoran Sangkar Ikan?&lt;br /&gt;RSI : (Are you freaking idiot??!!)  Yes....&lt;br /&gt;Me : Saya nak buat tempahan untuk esok..&lt;br /&gt;RSI : Wait wait...(passed the phone to someone else..) YES??!!&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Slightly irritated) I want to do reservation.&lt;br /&gt;RSI: Yes yes yes!! Cannnnn.. How many of you?&lt;br /&gt;Me : 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;RSI : What time?&lt;br /&gt;Me : 8 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;RSI : Ha ok ok 8 o clock aa. what's ur name?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Zuhrina. Wait. Can you make it special because this is my anniversary dinner.&lt;br /&gt;RSI : Special? Can.. What special you want? Prawn got, squid got, fish got? What you want?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Errr.. Prawns... but wait, that is not what I mean. I mean the table, not the food!!&lt;br /&gt;RSI : (Confused) What table?&lt;br /&gt;&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 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me : The table la. Where I'm suppose to eat? Can you like place us where we can see the sea and put some flowers on the table?&lt;br /&gt;RSI : Flowers? We don't sell flowers la .. Seafood only.. ehhh.. wait wait wait.. ok I got one flower.. Ok can can.. sure..&lt;br /&gt;Me : (more confused than ever) Haaa? Ok la.. Nevermind the flower ok? We'll just have oour dinner there.. ok..&lt;br /&gt;RSI : Ha ok ok.. can can.. bye (and hang up on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world just happen? Did I really make a reservation there? Is it really gonna be a special anniversary dinner? I seriously doubt that.. Never mind. Worse come to worst I'll just have our special dinner at the Hotel's restaurant. THEY should be able to arrange something special right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to stay at Kampung Tok Senik Resort. I know this anniversary trip is going to be a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-3716680172617951000?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3716680172617951000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=3716680172617951000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/3716680172617951000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/3716680172617951000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/07/langkawi-here-we-go.html' title='Langkawi here we go!!!!'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-4514869299078692838</id><published>2007-07-13T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:30:04.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Penang wait for me!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to Penang!! Yeay!!!! So so so excited!!!! I'm going to Penang!! I'm gonna eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasik kandar!! &lt;/span&gt;I'm gonna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layan char koey teow!!! &lt;/span&gt;I'm gonna go back to the place I used to hang out last time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good memory in Penang. In Penang, I learn true love. In Penang, I learn true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasik kandar&lt;/span&gt;. I learn true friendship. I learn hardship. Yes, Penang taught me a lot of thing. In Penang I met my first true love. Yes he's from Penang. Old story blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to happy thought!! My friend Raad promise to bring us to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasi Kandar Line Clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once we reach there. Ohh I've heard good stuff about that place.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hell yeah.. they even make it to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Majalah 3&lt;/span&gt;!! I really really really can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we can't stay long. We have to go back to KL after the wedding ceremony. Oh yeah.. the main reason we're going there is to attend a wedding. I'll upload some picture once we get back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more happy thought!! I already get my anniversary gift!! Can't tell you for now but one thing for sure, the thought, takes my breath away.. I could never thought that he can give me such a thoughtful present, but he did, and i love him dearly for that. Not for the price of the present, but for giving me such a memorable present!! I'll love you till death do us part! Okay... so now.. just wait for me to update more okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, Penang wait for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-4514869299078692838?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4514869299078692838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=4514869299078692838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/4514869299078692838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/4514869299078692838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/07/penang-wait-for-me.html' title='Penang wait for me!!!!!!'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-2224102094905426684</id><published>2007-07-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:43:30.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Emo rant!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am absolutely, definitely damn bloody angry today.. I was so hoping that my day is gonna be perfect.. Woke up right on time.. every single thing so perfect this morning. Until I heard a song.. you're having bad day by dunno who...&lt;br /&gt;Then my bad day started.. 1st, I was queuing for the Putrajaya toll, thinking that I'm gonna be at least 15 minutes early that usual, at the same time wondering why the hell got so many car at 10 o'clock in the morning??!!&lt;br /&gt;Then I got my answer.. Its a bloody traffic jammed!!!!!!!!! I have been having a blissful day for all this while, thinking all this long that as long as I'm working in Cyberjaya, there's no bloody way I'm gonna face traffic jammed. Well, I was wrong today. The cars are not moving at all for almost 10 minutes. Must be pretty bad accident then.. So okay.. I just call office and let them know that I might be late.. heh... so much for reaching office early today..&lt;br /&gt;Then almost half an hour passed, and I'm not even close to Cyberjaya exit. I'm getting pissed at that time. Well hello.. even no matter how bad the accident is, do you really have to watch aa? Just drive your damn car faster if you're not helping!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nak ambik nombor ke????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was busy looking around, the car in front of me moves a few inches. Since its still jammed ahead, I don't even bother to move, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;alah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a few inches only.. any car also cannot squeeze in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Some jammed, ppl also don't bother changing lane what.  Then the bloody stupid car behind me have the nerve to honk me!! Stupid ass, you think what? Drive Gen 2 so big already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;meh???!!&lt;/span&gt; There's a fucked up jammed in front and you still honked me? Hello???!! Gotta pee so bad issit? Going to London issit? If I move also you cant get to London quickly what!! Jammed&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; idiot!!! You honked me for what???!!!!! Stupid hairy ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then I can see what is the cause of traffic jammed. ITS A BLOODY ROAD BLOCK!!!! Who the hell blocked the road until jammed so bad one? And they don't even bother looking at the cars passed by!! Just close 3 out of 4 lanes, let all the cars squeeze into one lane, then just let the car passed by like that... Hello??!!! Don't want to look then don't block the fucking road can or not!!!!! Another case of stupidity... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;heih.. bodoh nak mampus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally I reached office after officially half an hour late. Then I answer my first call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME     : Welcome to................ ...... How can I help you today?&lt;br /&gt;CUST : Hello??!!! Why charge me interest? I pay full bal ok!!&lt;br /&gt;ME      : LAright ma'am, let me check for you, card number please?&lt;br /&gt;CUST : xxxx xxxx xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after verification..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME    : Ma'am you didn't pay full balance, you only pay more that your minimum payment.&lt;br /&gt;CUST: No. I pay more that my full balance, I shouldn't be overlimit!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME    : Ma'am, the amount that you pay is slightly more that your minimum payment. Your full balance is AUD2500.00. That's why you've been charged interest. If you don't want to be charged again, you've got to pay full balance every month..&lt;br /&gt;CUST: Well I don't have 2 grand, that's why I use your credit cards!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME    : .............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Aiyohh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this type of customer also got aa.. you use you have to pay la idiot!! Some more act like the money she spent is her money.. hello!!! Credit card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; woi!! Not debit card!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't think that Malaysian are not educated in using credit cards as our government &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kecoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; all this while.. I think this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ang moh  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is in serious need of help.. I met a lot of Aussie's who don't even know what payment due date is!! Malaysians.. be proud.. we definitely more clever that some other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ang moh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; out there.. believe it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. this is just some emotional rant because I'm having such a bad morning.. the rest of the day is okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; la  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-2224102094905426684?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2224102094905426684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=2224102094905426684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2224102094905426684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/2224102094905426684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/07/emo-rant.html' title='Emo rant!!'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-7669554600500743707</id><published>2007-07-08T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:59:49.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>The most expensive birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Have you ever feel like treating your mum extra special on her birthday? I did. I was thinking, I'm 26, been working for a few years already, and I'm already married. What the heck, sure I can treat my family to somewhere extra nice.. So we decided to go to this place.. in Alamanda Putrajaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCoquMHLZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lGUd0TcBlX0/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCoquMHLZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lGUd0TcBlX0/s320/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084749431208095122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;                                                                 The place where all the Thai's are original, but the waiter's are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty nice isn't it? So I made my mum to order all the dishes, and she still didn't know that the dinner is supposed to be her birthday dinner! We're pretty good in hiding secret aren't we? (that and plus my mum's birthdays is actually on 18th, and I'm not around KL by that time, so I decided to celebrate earlier).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCpeuMHLaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZPzLyceNeR8/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCpeuMHLaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZPzLyceNeR8/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084750324561292706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Mum and my little sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the drinks arrived, it was a pretty presentation though, but for me, the glass is a bit too small for the price.. ehheheheheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCrWOMHLcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/90gcLwR5y34/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCrWOMHLcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/90gcLwR5y34/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084752377555660226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Young coconuts that's not so young anymore.. cheh.. tipulah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off course, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomyam&lt;/span&gt; arrived. The taste is a bit too strong and not spicy at all! Hey.. I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomyam&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be damn bloody spicy until you couldn't fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;l your tongue anymore... I'm so disappointed because I'm so very looking forward to eat spicy food tonight.. well... my husband is obviously happy since he hates spicy foods.. there.. at least one person is in love with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomyam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCssuMHLdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gdL9AK_s6Hg/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCssuMHLdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gdL9AK_s6Hg/s320/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084753863614344658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Kindly excuse my husband, hasn't been sleeping for the last 48 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the foods arrived. We ordered green curry prawn, chicken with cashew nuts ( I thought this is Chinese cuisine), butter crabs, fried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kangkung  &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belacan&lt;/span&gt; and fried garoupa wrapped in lotus leaves.  The prawns in green curry is to die for!! So delicious, I don't ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;en bother to finished the rice, I ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;st ate the prawns!! My mum loves the butter crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCuW-MHLeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fZeRlTM0PIY/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCuW-MHLeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fZeRlTM0PIY/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084755688975445474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;My dad just can't wait to put his hands on the dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I already buy the cakes for mum. she was so surprised when the dessert comes  with cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCugOMHLfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vmDNU2zNGpo/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCugOMHLfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vmDNU2zNGpo/s320/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084755847889235442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;                                                                                                                            The look on  mum's face, priceless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;But the dinner is costly. I have eaten at other places as well, the price is not as expensive as this one! The total dinner costs me RM4++.++.  Well, what's that to compare with mum's smile. But I can tell you, my budget to Langkawi 2 weeks from now has been affected. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you plan to have dinner there, if its 8 of you, maybe you should prepare more money, instead of swiping card like me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most humiliating thing happens then. After dinner, my dad approach me and gave me RM100 for the dinner, then my sis as well. So the dinner actually cost me only RM300.00.  Huih... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memalukan jer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's birthday gonna be somewhere else though.. maybe in KFC? Ahahahhaha.. I'm sooo cheap.. No lah... may be in Secret Recipe or Sari Indah..  Lets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simpan duit&lt;/span&gt; so that wouldn't have to asked for parents charity again ... hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-7669554600500743707?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7669554600500743707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=7669554600500743707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7669554600500743707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7669554600500743707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/07/most-expensive-birthday-dinner.html' title='The most expensive birthday dinner'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/RpCoquMHLZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lGUd0TcBlX0/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-7665723860495667006</id><published>2007-07-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:26:30.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;I've grew up with Transformers. I remember fighting with my big brother over a simple truck, pretending it was Optimus Prime. When the movie s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;tarted, I can hear Optimus Prime's voice, and I can't believe it but I was so excited!! It was like t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;ransfered to that time, younger, happier time again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)" href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/optimus4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/optimus4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;I was so in love with the captain. He is one hot dude man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)" href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/josh_duhamel/transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/josh_duhamel/transformers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the chick.. wow.. I got a friends drooling over this pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)" href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/megan_fox/transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/megan_fox/transformers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;I'm talking about a non-stop action packed movie. From the beginning of the movie till the end of it, my heart's beating rate couldn't be more faster than running 10 km. Wow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)" href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/starscream2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/starscream2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;And tell me who don't like to have a car/robots like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)" href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/autobots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/autobots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;So to those who haven't watch the movie, don't waste time and go today!! If happens to be that they're running out of the ticket for the day, straight away purchase a ticket for tomorrow!! That way tomorrow you don't have to queue again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Enjoy the movie!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Updated 09/07/2007 15:21 PM :- Just realized that Velan answers Raad's call by singing the Transformer's theme song!!! Ahahahahahha.. Indian version by the look of it.. anyway.. do you know how the theme song sounds like when it was whispered? Ahahahahahha.. you guys spoilt it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-7665723860495667006?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7665723860495667006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=7665723860495667006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7665723860495667006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/7665723860495667006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350745763112779931.post-5589421312958723257</id><published>2007-07-06T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:39:58.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>My Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What can one say about oneself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I hope I can record the events of my life, happy or not, glorious or not, funny or not. Don't mean to publish the private life of myself, just hoping that one day I could open this blog and say that I've been there, done that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm female, 26 and married. Currently working with a bank, not such a high-paid job, more like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuli. &lt;/span&gt;I am currently in KL, living with my husband, just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a great writer though, but I do have some opinion on my own.Trying my best to be a better person, but keep on doing the same mistake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very talkative if you get to know me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350745763112779931-5589421312958723257?l=loveydewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5589421312958723257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=350745763112779931&amp;postID=5589421312958723257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/5589421312958723257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/350745763112779931/posts/default/5589421312958723257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydewey.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-self.html' title='My Self'/><author><name>lovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183180882779262067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW2SvEGD4iM/SaG33pxvcxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PjOg2lsSWd4/S220/P2213527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
