<?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-15910145</id><updated>2011-10-20T09:16:43.252+08:00</updated><category term='Rambling'/><category term='Little Bakery'/><category term='My Family'/><category term='Food Talk'/><category term='Hired Help'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='My Day'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Miscellaneous'/><category term='My Kids'/><category term='Little Kitchen'/><category term='Advertising'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Photoshop'/><title type='text'>Little Haven</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to put up my feet and let loose...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-731022399887452044</id><published>2008-05-21T05:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:57:10.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Caught Something at Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lilpeople.net/blog/uploads/lilhaven/80521%20Sunrise%20@%20Port%20Dickson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://lilpeople.net/blog/uploads/lilhaven/80521%20Sunrise%20@%20Port%20Dickson.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-731022399887452044?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/731022399887452044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=731022399887452044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/731022399887452044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/731022399887452044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2008/05/caught-something-at-port-dickson.html' title='Caught Something at Port Dickson'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-2439828008898416725</id><published>2007-11-19T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:58:09.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>I Got...</title><content type='html'>Geez, and I thought it would be a straight forward post on what I got from being &lt;a href="http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/11/luck-less.html"&gt;luck-less&lt;/a&gt;. But it was not to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got a rice cooker! I have 2 at home already, one more will go straight into the store room until some poor soul invites me for house warming or something *LOL*. But but but... guess what? Just this morning, HR called me up and said, "Sue, I have something which you might not like to hear... when we drew your prize, you got a rice cooker, right? Well, HSL just told us that they do not have enough stock, so they have replaced your gift with an airpot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, what in the world is an airpot? Turns out it's a water dispenser which dispenses hot boiling water, something which I always thought was useful for confinement *keke*. Anyway, I don't know if it's better or worse, but quite resigned to it. So I just said OK. So now you have it, thank God I didn't get another toaster!! You guys are so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;teruk&lt;/span&gt; to guess me another toaster *LOL*!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: By the way, it's been like more than 2 weeks since the annual dinner and I still haven't gotten my hands on the cheapo gift... *bleh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-2439828008898416725?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/2439828008898416725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=2439828008898416725&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/2439828008898416725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/2439828008898416725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-got.html' title='I Got...'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-9216566263227691072</id><published>2007-11-10T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T12:15:27.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Luck-less</title><content type='html'>In my current company, we have annual dinner, well, annually. Sometimes they do it together with the &lt;strike&gt;annual&lt;/strike&gt; trip (which is not so annual these days), sometimes by itself when there is no &lt;strike&gt;annual&lt;/strike&gt; trip. We just had our annual dinner last weekend at The Grand Bluewave Hotel, which is the ONLY hotel of choice due to it being so close to office and I guess one of the more affordable hotels around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that after so many functions being held there by our company for the past 3 years or more after my company shifted to Shah Alam, this is the worst they've done. The hotel staffs are totally unprepared for such a huge group of people. Decos are totally thumbs down and the service is downright bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being seated and hearing some opening speeches by the CEO and Executive Director, we were invited to stand up for a toast... with empty cups! Tea wasn't served till much later (for half the tables there, of course those big shots seated in front got lah) and even the sauce plates were empty. I really don't mean to be critical, but aren't the sauce plates supposed to be filled up before the guests even arrive? Other than that, food were plopped down on the table without anyone serving us, we actually had to dish out the sharksfin and other foods by ourselves! And this is a hotel ballroom we're talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That put aside, the gifts were shitty this year too... tonnes of stuffs which people do not want but something for everyone. Previous years, we had a lot of nice gifts. On top of that, there were special draws for early birds as well as door gift for all who attended. For the past 2 years, they kinda changed the whole thing and say that everyone will go home with a gift, no matter big or small. Well, I was wondering to myself, what's the point of having L-U-C-K-Y draw when what you get is shitty. Seriously, will it make you feel lucky if you were to get a toaster? Darn, if I wanted a toaster I'd have gotten one sooner than this (I did get a toaster for a lucky draw 2 years ago :S)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, gifts were shitty this year. We have a total of 400 over gifts, only the top 27 were "good gifts" consisting of Mont Blanc pens, plasma TVs, notebook, etc. The remaining 400 or so, are all rubbish I tell you. IMHO, I'd rather not get anything and have like 100 tops gifts which are good ones than having 400 which are shitty ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think I got this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-9216566263227691072?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/9216566263227691072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=9216566263227691072&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/9216566263227691072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/9216566263227691072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/11/luck-less.html' title='Luck-less'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-5835424435917419009</id><published>2007-11-08T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:21:42.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Bakery'/><title type='text'>Mini Cheese Tarts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.lilpeople.net/blog/uploads/scrapbook/70903%20Mini%20Cheese%20Tarts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I was in a baking frenzy every time I went back to my mum's... mostly it's because my mum has got all the baking tools I need whereas my house has nothing. Of course, like any&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; chef at work, I have my own assistant, namely Apprentice Ivan *hehehe*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lilpeople.net/blog/uploads/lilhaven/7090301%20Ivan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;helping &lt;strike&gt;destroy&lt;/strike&gt; make the tart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lilpeople.net/blog/uploads/lilhaven/7090302%20Ivan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;washing hands after wasting some pastry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cheese tarts are pretty easy to make and most importantly, my kids love it. It went well from the first time I made it. Got the recipe from my aunt who also happens to love baking. These days however, both kids like to eat just the middle, licking off the jam first and then the cheese, and leaving the crust on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lilpeople.net/blog/uploads/lilhaven/7090303%20Cheese%20Tart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bite-sized cheese tarts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next item I would love to try are some banana cupcakes and strawberry swirl cheese cake. I'm still looking for a nice banana cupcake recipe, if any of you tried and tested any good ones, do let me try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-5835424435917419009?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/5835424435917419009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=5835424435917419009&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5835424435917419009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5835424435917419009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/11/mini-cheese-tarts.html' title='Mini Cheese Tarts'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-9140077099769142692</id><published>2007-10-26T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:19:25.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>I'm a Pig</title><content type='html'>Being away from the blogs for so long means I have been doing things other than blogging. The one thing I love to do other than sleeping is baking. Seriously. I prefer baking to cooking. And since my kids and family love eating the things I bake, I will bake even more *LOL*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with baking, it comes with tasting it yourself. I really very seldom eat the things that I make, but I do taste 1 or 2 as soon as they come out of the oven to see if they taste alright. But believe it or not, a little bit of tasting here and there plus a good sized appetite at normal mealtimes, I've put on a total of approximately 5kgs in the last few months! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been weighing myself as I do not have a weighing scale at home. I recently got one as a free gift from Citibank and got on it. I knew I have put on some weight from the clothes I wear, but 5kgs?! Now, tell me, how do I shed this off? I know the best way is exercising, but I'm a lazy bum and most times after work I'd prefer to rush straight home and hang out with the kids (or the notebook :P). I am trying to east less for dinner... less rice, more vegetables... (even that is kinda hard if we eat out). So, anyone with some bright ideas which doesn't cost a lot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-9140077099769142692?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/9140077099769142692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=9140077099769142692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/9140077099769142692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/9140077099769142692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-pig.html' title='I&apos;m a Pig'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-3871809712055481045</id><published>2007-10-23T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:31:28.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hired Help'/><title type='text'>What's in Your Soup?</title><content type='html'>For the past 2 weeks or so, I've been faced with some issues with Supini. She seems to take some things into her own hands. From the title above, I guess what we're facing has something to do with soups *LOL*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily, we boil soup at home. Recently, hubs has started instructing Supini on how to do it, buying the ingredients and letting her clean/prepare them and just "dump" into the pot. Simple enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she decided that she wanted to cook corn soup, so she took out all the corn which I bought the night before at Giant and prepared them. Then my hubs came home (in the morning) with soup ingredients for the day - Lotus Root and Pork bones. Guess what happened? In the evening when I came home, hubs complained to me that we have a new kind of soup which SIL#1 says tasted like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lin Chee Kang&lt;/span&gt;" (a type of Chinese dessert). Supini actually dumped in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lin ngau&lt;/span&gt; PLUS all the corn which she initially prepared. OMG! For me, it's not too big a deal as the taste is palatable although we can hardly taste the Lotus Root with all the corn in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked why she did that, she told me that she already prepared them so she dumped them in as well. I told her off saying that it can be kept for another day. Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, hubs brought home &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sai yeong choy&lt;/span&gt; (don't know what it's called in English) with Pork bones. Guess what we found in the evening? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sai yeong choy&lt;/span&gt; PLUS little bits of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lin ngau&lt;/span&gt;. Geez... SIL#2 laughed so loud, she said, "I think she added corn into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lin ngau&lt;/span&gt; soup and kept 1 piece of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lin ngau&lt;/span&gt;. Then today she improvised again and added the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lin ngau&lt;/span&gt; into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sai yeong choy soup&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what made her do that. Her replay was simply that it won't happen again. Well, it'd better not because we like our soups the traditional way and the way it's supposed to taste :P. It really puzzles me as to why she felt she needed to retain that 1 portion of lin ngau and add it to the soup the next day. SIL#2 told her she's better not retain anymore ingredients in the future and add into other kinds of soups *LOL*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the soup incident, she's a pretty OK maid. A little slow to react to what she's told to do, which I quite dislike, but at least I can see that she works well and the kids are well looked after. I just hope that the quality of her work won't degrade over time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-3871809712055481045?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/3871809712055481045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=3871809712055481045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/3871809712055481045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/3871809712055481045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-in-your-soup.html' title='What&apos;s in Your Soup?'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-3889480899307780542</id><published>2007-09-11T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:06:41.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advertising'/><title type='text'>Smorty, Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>Psst... have you heard of Smorty? Smorty is a service which connects bloggers to advertisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're among those who are constantly online and have a blog of your own, you will surely be so thrilled to know that you can now blog for money! &lt;a href="http://www.smorty.com/"&gt;Blog advertising&lt;/a&gt; is so easy. All you have to do is just write some opinion posts with link backs to the advertiser. What I normally do is just go into the advertiser's website and browse through, read the requirements of the opportunity and then do a simple review on it. Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing it even further still, Smorty makes it even easier for its members. They actually email you when an opportunity that suits your blog is available! What more can we ask for? All you have to do is just log in as soon as you can and grab the opportunity available to you. What are you waiting for now, hop on over and sign up now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-3889480899307780542?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/3889480899307780542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=3889480899307780542&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/3889480899307780542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/3889480899307780542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/09/smorty-here-i-come.html' title='Smorty, Here I Come!'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-1804528506290561688</id><published>2007-09-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:03:51.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Here I Am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew&lt;/span&gt;! After being MIA for over 2 months, I'm back. Not that I'm too busy to blog or anything, but you know, it's like there are always something to do. And when there is nothing to do and it's time for blogging, I just feel like lazing on the bed, which usually end up with me snoring away *hahaha*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Life has been great. The kids are great. Family is great too. I couldn't wish for anything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;... except that things can get pretty monotonous, don't you think? I mean... is life only about waking up, going to work, coming home, having dinner, playing with the kids, going to bed, and then repeat the whole process again ten million times? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so fickle :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-1804528506290561688?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/1804528506290561688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=1804528506290561688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/1804528506290561688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/1804528506290561688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am!'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-1524625019502839999</id><published>2007-06-14T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:16:56.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Of Lightning and Modems</title><content type='html'>Rain, I don't really hate rain. Actually, I love rain if I'm at home and in bed, dry. But lightning, that's another matter altogether. Hate it. And guess what it did today? It fried my modem. Left me with only dial up to use. I haven't been using dial up since I had Streamyx installed and goodness gracious, it's freaking slow!! And just when I have time to blog myself crazy after being MIA for so long. Geeeeeeez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-1524625019502839999?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/1524625019502839999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=1524625019502839999&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/1524625019502839999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/1524625019502839999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-lightning-and-modems.html' title='Of Lightning and Modems'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-8693703743862355135</id><published>2007-06-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:45:34.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><title type='text'>Princess Elina</title><content type='html'>We happened to drop by at the Curve on the 31st of May and chanced upon a Barbie promotion. I, being the kiasu mommy sometimes, saw that they were letting people take pictures with a live Barbie. Now I have always been a Barbie fan, when I was little. Seeing that Ivan also wants to have his picture taken, I quickly lined him up, not knowing if I can, am entitled or how to go about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RnF63YGbXWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oIHPr6kWOyk/s1600-h/7053101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RnF63YGbXWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oIHPr6kWOyk/s400/7053101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075973346804063586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, they were closing off the line &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or maybe they HAVE closed it off)&lt;/span&gt; but anyway, it was about 8-ish in the evening and the emcee decided to let Ivan go anyway since the boy was already on stage. I was actually quite surprised that Ivan was willing to go up there by himself and pose with the lady. He's normally not so cooperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, just when the emcee said, "Well, okay, just one last picture then," I can actually hear some people say something like, "So unfair!" I guess some other moms didn't manage to get pictures as Princess Elina was leaving and they closed off the line. Blur me just simply pushed Ivan forward into the line coz I just arrived at the place! So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt;, but at least I have a picture... *LOL*!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-8693703743862355135?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/8693703743862355135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=8693703743862355135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/8693703743862355135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/8693703743862355135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/06/princess-elina.html' title='Princess Elina'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RnF63YGbXWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oIHPr6kWOyk/s72-c/7053101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-5497774637130523296</id><published>2007-06-06T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:09:43.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><title type='text'>I Like This Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday night, I was sitting in front of the computer &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(next to the kids' bed)&lt;/span&gt; reading blogs as Ivan was dropping off to sleep by himself. In the darkness, his little voice softly said, "I like this song."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said, "What?" I couldn't hear properly as his mouth was stuffed with his jut-jut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I like this song," he repeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt warmth all over just by him muttering the four simple words. On this blog, I have embedded a Richard Clayderman piano instrumental called Coup De Coeur. My little darling knows how to appreciate music. Actually, I really don't know why I felt as I did, but I just really felt warm and happy. I was surprised too that he actually told me he like this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Yes darling, mommy also like it a lot," I replied. "Listen to it and go to sleep okay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And with that, he dropped off to slumberland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-5497774637130523296?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/5497774637130523296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=5497774637130523296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5497774637130523296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5497774637130523296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like-this-song.html' title='I Like This Song'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-6364762840794809269</id><published>2007-06-04T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:45:34.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Homemade Cough Remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems so many people are down with flu, cough and what-nots these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://vivienlai.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/cough-remedy-anyone/"&gt;Vien's little cutie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is also having prolonged cough and I thought I'd do a post on some homemade and traditional cough remedy which I have used for myself and my kids when they were suffering form hacking cough. Remember I had a cough which seemed to develop into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://lilpeople.net/blog/?p=11"&gt;bronchitis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; last year? Well, many people told me to try this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;plectranthus barbatus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; leaf and I was really reluctant at first, mostly because I'm not a fan of these homemade-bitter-tasting-alien-feel-drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RmMghHB9eUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MU6U2WpS_ec/s1600-h/70604+Plectranthusbarbatus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RmMghHB9eUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MU6U2WpS_ec/s400/70604+Plectranthusbarbatus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071933358544353602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Picture taken from &lt;a href="http://www.rimbundahan.org/environment/plant_lists/taman_sari/index.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after weeks and weeks of coughing and the phlegm seem to not come out, I decided to have a try. It's pretty simple. You basically just get a handful of this leaves, clean them, pound them and boil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(or double boil if you really want)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; them with rock sugar. After it's done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(depending on how pungent you want it to be, sometimes we are so kiasu, we just boil and boil until the whole concoction turns thick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; just sieve it to remove all the rubbish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(ie. pounded leaves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; from the liquid and drink it after it cools down a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miraculously, I was healed after a few times drinking this. And I must admit that it does not taste half bad. Do try it if you're at wits end on how to get rid of your phlegmy cough and maybe to soothe that sore throat of your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(from all that coughing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-6364762840794809269?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/6364762840794809269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=6364762840794809269&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/6364762840794809269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/6364762840794809269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/06/homemade-cough-remedy.html' title='Homemade Cough Remedy'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RmMghHB9eUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MU6U2WpS_ec/s72-c/70604+Plectranthusbarbatus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-1482932061441220744</id><published>2007-06-03T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:45:34.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Of Mangoes and Having Em All Year Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RmMRmnB9eSI/AAAAAAAAADk/kpjzA1la5_o/s1600-h/7042801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RmMRmnB9eSI/AAAAAAAAADk/kpjzA1la5_o/s400/7042801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071916960359217442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love mangoes, specially the sour types which we can dip in spicy rojak sauce. It's mango season nearly the whole year round at my mum's house. I wonder why her trees have such bountiful yields of the fruits several times a year while some which I see looking so scrawny and fruitless at the times when hers are giving us fruits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RmMRwnB9eTI/AAAAAAAAADs/s8KaHbxiwlY/s1600-h/7042802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RmMRwnB9eTI/AAAAAAAAADs/s8KaHbxiwlY/s400/7042802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071917132157909298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Care to have some?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-1482932061441220744?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/1482932061441220744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=1482932061441220744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/1482932061441220744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/1482932061441220744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-mangoes-and-having-em-all-year-round.html' title='Of Mangoes and Having Em All Year Round'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RmMRmnB9eSI/AAAAAAAAADk/kpjzA1la5_o/s72-c/7042801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-3977584411791512861</id><published>2007-05-25T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:52:22.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>I See My Desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For the past few weeks, even months, work has been continually piling up on my desk. Everything seems urgent and of top priority, makes you go dumbfounded and wonder where to start. Finally after a whole week of working overtime till about 8.00pm - 8.30pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(like we've got no home like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, I am finally able to say that I can slow down and take a breather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(can see desk liao means work must have been cleared a lot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tomorrow is a working Saturday for me. I think working on Saturdays is such a waste of time. Where I work, we do alternate Saturdays, meaning each Saturday there is only half the workforce working (not literally *haha*). It's such a waste of time, By the time our systems warm up and work is starting to flow through nicely, it's time to go home *ugh*. Normally, Saturdays are used for tying loose ends and for doing menial works like filing and archiving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(weekdays where got time, phone cannot even stop ringing for us to do some proper work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. But tomorrow, I'll be taking it slow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(haven't been filing for months *eek!*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hopefully this weekend I will be able to update more things that are currently kept at the back of my mind in my other blog. Tonnes about the kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-3977584411791512861?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/3977584411791512861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=3977584411791512861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/3977584411791512861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/3977584411791512861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-see-my-desk.html' title='I See My Desk'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-561283340112943207</id><published>2007-05-24T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:54:25.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><title type='text'>Of Tearful Mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For a working mother, I guess one of the most difficult things we have to face in the mornings is a tearful child when we leave for work. I cannot bear to see my kids crying first thing in the morning but difficult as it may be, we have to do it and get out of the house, or end up staying home or being late almost every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One thing though, I somehow think that kids have a sixth sense. For example, Izac will squirm in his sleep just as it is time for me to wake up, asking to be fed. It's as if he knows that I will be getting up and is trying to prevent me from doing so. And it takes him ages when he's at the breast, I think he's suckling for fun *LOL* or for comfort, not really doing it because he's hungry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-561283340112943207?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/561283340112943207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=561283340112943207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/561283340112943207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/561283340112943207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-tearful-mornings.html' title='Of Tearful Mornings'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-58183904890603362</id><published>2007-05-19T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T13:04:30.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Of Overtimes and Overworked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My superior just got promoted to assistant service manager recently. I think he was senior engineer for longest time. It's high time they promoted him, I'm happy for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The past few weeks have been havoc at my workplace. I have tonnes of work that I can't seem to get rid of. The faster I work, the faster they seem to "work" at piling in again. I think "work" is trying to drown me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think this trend will continue for the remaining 2 weeks of this month, as I have been requested to do overtime everyday until 8.00pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(if possible, he says)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and also on Saturdays, when it's not our working weekend. As a compensation, we will be given "earned leave" for the times we work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. 4 hours equals half a day of leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(which we have to use up by the end of this year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. This is the first time ever that they are giving such a compensation for us support staffs working overtime. Normally, support staffs are not entitled to overtime pay and stuff like that, very sad case indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I do want to do OT to clear off the pending stuff as soon as possible but I keep getting a nagging feeling that my kids might be refusing dinner, not have their shower yet, etc etc that as soon as it reaches 7.00 in the workplace. By then I'm already all fidgety, wanting to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I reach home, if they're not fed, I try to stuff their face with as much food as they are willing to take, shower Ivan if he's still sticky all over, have a late dinner myself (hubs will be lazing on the floor or sleeping as usual), inform Supini of her duties tomorrow and then pack the kids up to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know it's sad, sometimes we hardly have time to really play with the kids after work. We do get cuddle time and some play time before sleep in the bedroom. But sometimes, after a long day at work, I tend to just want to put them to bed and drop off myself. For the past 2 weeks I have been hoping to get some time to blog hop, clear my feedreader, do a few scraps and update my blog after they go to sleep... but what happened? Too tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-58183904890603362?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/58183904890603362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=58183904890603362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/58183904890603362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/58183904890603362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-overtimes-and-overworked.html' title='Of Overtimes and Overworked'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-1715563907242283977</id><published>2007-05-17T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:51:21.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Endless Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I last posted on my &lt;a href="http://lilpeople.net/blog"&gt;kids' blog&lt;/a&gt;, I assumed that I would be able to continue updating more frquently from then on. How wrong I was. Work didn't ease up, but kept piling in, more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I feel mentally tired from all the work, so much so that they seem to be monotonous and repetitive. During these times, I fantasize for the times when I do not need to work but stay at home with the kids as a stay-at-home-mom. Believe me, that will immediately bring me back down to earth too *LOL* because I know being a SAHM requires even more tolerance and hard work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(coz that would be a 24-hour job, with no easing up!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My workplace has recently added a new manager who will oversee the whole department, a lady boss. Everyone foresee more work and a more stringent environment, because you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... people tend to think lady bosses are anal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another addition is a new service administrator who will help out in the spareparts operation. From what I can see thus far, she seem to not be able to cope. Although new, a person who is capable can be identified right away. So far, with only easy tasks delegated to her, she's taken far too long to complete them, half the time talking on her mobile to friends and even chatting excessively on MSN. I do not know if she's trying to avoid more jobs by doing things slowly or if she really IS that slow. *Sigh* Additionally, the jobs assigned to her has been wrongly done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(even after doing them at snail's pace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and required us to redo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(this means double work and waste of time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I just hope she bucks up, warranty department required us to be on our toes at every moment because we deal directly with fuming customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Work's evolving for me. Tasks which I have been doing will be delegated to other colleagues and I am to be in charge of something else. I seriously hope that does not mean endless overtimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-1715563907242283977?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/1715563907242283977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=1715563907242283977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/1715563907242283977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/1715563907242283977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/05/endless-work.html' title='Endless Work'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-8651101166830650548</id><published>2007-05-10T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T03:53:41.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Of Toilet Going and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm just wondering, any of you tend to work and be too lazy to go to the toilet? Or rather, do you tend to be so engrossed in something, put off going to the toilet and then totally forgot that you needed to go in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, this happens to me all the time! You can call me lazy or crazy or whatever, but I just can't get my butt to move from my cubicle to the toilet... which is in fact not that far away from my department. Most times, I am too caught up in my work. You know how it is when you get the ball rolling and the momentum builds up, you don't really want something to interrupt the flow, much less by a need to go to the toilet. So then I would think to myself, "OK, once I finish this (whatever I'm doing) I'll go to the toilet". But when I finish THAT thing I was doing, something else tends to crop up and then I'll totally forget that I have been meaning to go relieve myself. Duh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Err&lt;/span&gt;... could it be due to a mommy's deteriorating memory &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And since we're on the topic of toilet, I used to think that the women will always be more hygienic than the men. I was proven wrong at my workplace. It seems that women too can be darn sloppy. To name a few things which pisses me off when I visit the toilet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. unflushed toilet (with or without something floating inside... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. wads and wads of toilet tissue in the toilet bowl, unflushed (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;, trying to kill all the tress or what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. drips of blood on the floor (sorry ah, a bit too graphic... double &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. whole toilet cubicle looks like a war zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With regards to point number 3, I think it's downright bad that if they see it and know that the drip belongs to them and don't wipe it up with tissue. We don't want people stepping on it and then smearing it all over the floor do we? *sigh* I guess some people will never learn to be courteous (yeah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;... even in toilet also must be courteous what?!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-8651101166830650548?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/8651101166830650548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=8651101166830650548&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/8651101166830650548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/8651101166830650548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-toilet-going-and-such.html' title='Of Toilet Going and Such'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-4652497419367784667</id><published>2007-05-08T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:12:32.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Family'/><title type='text'>Good Helpers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I seldom admit this but yes, my SILs are really good helpers to me when am stressed out with handling the kids. I love it when SIL#1 pops by our house, coz that means she can keep both Ivan and Izac occupied for a while while I catch a quick shower &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if I haven't managed to that day)&lt;/span&gt;. Both my kids love her to bits, even when they were very little and didn't know any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whenever she comes by, Ivan will be jumping with joy too, as it could mean that he will be brought for a "Barney ride". He loves the Barney coin operated ride in 1Utama. It's a treat for him whenever SIL drops by. Soon Izac will be joining them as well as he's starting to love going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SIL#2 helps out too. She stays with us and after returning from work with Hubs in the afternoon &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(normally after lunch)&lt;/span&gt;, she sometimes forego her nap to play with Ivan or keep an eye on them while the maid does her chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most times, even when we appreciate people for their helpfulness, we tend to not let it show. It's true in my case, I do not tell them that they are appreciated, but in my heart, I do... very much so. Soon, these 2 people will be gone, off to Europe as they have obtained a "Work and Travel" visa for the UK. They'll be travelling Europe, and hopefully work, for the coming 2 years. They'll be gone in July. I hope my kids will not miss them too much. I'm sure I will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-4652497419367784667?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/4652497419367784667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=4652497419367784667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/4652497419367784667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/4652497419367784667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-helpers.html' title='Good Helpers'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-5588688180324805286</id><published>2007-05-07T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:26:04.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><title type='text'>Of Bumps on Wobbly Toddlers' Heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Izac walks like a drunkard even now when he is already 15 months old. He started walking or rather trying to walk when he turned 13 and a half months. Back then, he walks with his hands in front, trying to balance and walking too darn fast, trying to reach the next person holding out their hand to him. Now it's not much different than last time, he still walks unsteadily, without the hands in front though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday he had a bad fall. He fell backwards and knocked his bald head on a little step in the doorway that leads into the kitchen. I was but a few steps away from him but things happened so fast I couldn't have done anything to stop it. He just woke up and he was standing there near the fridge. It was caused by him stepping on his a-little-too-long jammies and fell backward. I screamed so loudly, as if it would help him feel less pain, as if it would make it all better for myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So then, I applied some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fung yau&lt;/span&gt; (medicated oil) to the area and kept rubbing there every now and then. He did not sleep well yesterday, tossing and turning at night. Only slept well when I was sleeping next to him. I have been keeping a close eye on him to see if he:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. felt especially lethargic / looks sleepy most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. vomits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. show any signs of a concussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today his head is showing a huge bump the size of half a mini cocktail sausage. I have just reapplied some oil to it and lightly rubbing it to reduce the swelling. Touch wood, so far he seems his happy self and I truly hope it won't happen again. This poor boy has had more than his fair share of falls, much much more than Ivan ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-5588688180324805286?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/5588688180324805286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=5588688180324805286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5588688180324805286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5588688180324805286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-bumps-on-wobbly-toddlers-heads.html' title='Of Bumps on Wobbly Toddlers&apos; Heads'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-4059003062418309042</id><published>2007-05-06T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:03:51.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kids'/><title type='text'>Of Clingy Kids and a Short-Fused Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As said in &lt;a href="http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-to-daily-grind.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; previous post, I got home at around 7-ish pm after purchasing some gifts for some children &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not mine :P)&lt;/span&gt;. As soon as I opened the front door, Ivan saw me and wanted to get to the door. Hubs and SIL#2 warned him to sit down and I was told he started his meal an hour ago and there was still a whole bowl of rice from what I can see. I was like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheeesh... here we go again&lt;/span&gt;". I knew it would take him another half an hour to finish that &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and it did!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, the lil one heard my voice even when he's in the kitchen with Supini. I can hear him going, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um-mah... um-mah... um-mah&lt;/span&gt;". And again, I went, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alamak!&lt;/span&gt;". He saw me and from then on, clung to me like I'm gonna desert him or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was destined that I have a 15-months-old in my left arm while I struggle to feed my 2 and half year old with my right hand. And while I was doing that, with Izac occasionally lying down, squirming, moaning, crying and what-have-yous, Hubs laid luxuriously on the sofa as he watched TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nope, the kids don't want him when I'm home. Unless, of course, when they see him dressed up properly and looks as if he's going somewhere! After completing the task of feeding Mr Two-and-a-half-year-old, I planned to bathe him. I failed because Mr-15-months-old refused to leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had my dinner at 8-ish pm that day, but it's dinner interrupted by kids trying to climb up on my lap. I really have no appetite when I have interrupted meals. I can gobble up a meal in no time if I'm uninterrupted and I would have preferred to eat standing in the kitchen if I'm able to get away from them if just for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to bed time. By 9.30 pm, I usually drag them upstairs for bed. Before that, I asked Supini to give Ivan a wipe and a change of clothing... and nope, Ivan doesn't want her to do it. Mommy has to do it. So it starts again... whining and everything mommy mommy mommy. By this time I am about to start going bonkers and voice level can be heard a few decibels higher than normal. Wipe him I did, with my one free hand, and after which I commanded that he let Auntie wear his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up we go to the room, and Ivan decided that jumping on the bed is fun. Needless to say, little brother Izac saw all the fun kor-kor's having and decided to join in. Frazzled mommy on the smaller mattress, with one hand out trying to prevent the little one from falling and at the same time, tried to fill up a syringe with medicine for the kids. Now can you imagine that? It's a huuuuuge task trying that, medicine dripped on the mattress and finally mommy blew her cool. I screamed at the two fellas to stop and plop Izac down on the bed. I was finally able to get the medicines down, amidst crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, lights out and things finally began to settle down. I would guess that it was then past 10.00 pm. Finally, after the kids settled down, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief, and sometimes I even wonder to myself how come I can't be more patient with them. This is one of the more difficult evenings with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, for the past 2 weeks,  have been tired and downright lazy. I plop myself down beside them after then drop off to sleep, and I sleep too. No blogging.&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/15910145-4059003062418309042?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/4059003062418309042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=4059003062418309042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/4059003062418309042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/4059003062418309042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-clingy-kids-and-short-fused-mom.html' title='Of Clingy Kids and a Short-Fused Mom'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-8735717568728266175</id><published>2007-05-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:43:09.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Back to the Daily Grind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doesn't the long breaks always leave us so lazy to return to work? Every time I have breaks like these, it makes me just want to quit the job and stay at home when the times comes for me to resume work... *LOL*. But believe me, thats just a passing thought, mind you. I don't think I am stay-at-home-mom material, not for the long term at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was one such day. I returned to work after 4 and a half days of lazing around &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(a bit la, with kids how to laze 24/7 wor?)&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up late due to leaving the mobile phone downstairs &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ok, ok, I was lazy)&lt;/span&gt;. Then since I was late, both kids woke up before I could escape so I was temporarily held back. I finally reached the office at about 10.00am and guess what? Need to have an excuse for being late &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;, so I quickly applied for "out of office" and put the &lt;strike&gt;excuse&lt;/strike&gt; reason as "tyre puncture" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(convenient reason but not to be used too frequently)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day passed by quite quickly as I have tonnes to do &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(we just got a new girl in and I wonder why I still have tonnes of work)&lt;/span&gt; and I left on time so that I could swing by 1Utama to get some presents for some birthday boys and girls without lugging the kids along. I arranged to meet &lt;a href="http://www.jazzmint.net/blog/"&gt;Jazzmint&lt;/a&gt; there, so we kind of looked around and tried our best to figure out what presents would be best for 2-year-olds. She left before I did as she had other plans but she got her loot. I went browsing some more and if you know me, I'm damn fickle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wan&lt;/span&gt;... look look look, I ended up just buying 2 presents when what I needed was 5 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(can you imagine what a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pokai&lt;/span&gt; month this is for me?)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, there was war brewing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(to be continued...)&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/15910145-8735717568728266175?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/8735717568728266175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=8735717568728266175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/8735717568728266175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/8735717568728266175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-to-daily-grind.html' title='Back to the Daily Grind'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-4439041440609614195</id><published>2007-04-30T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:45:35.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Tom Yum Seafood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I said before, I totally love spicy food. Sometimes I really go to the extreme of putting a lot of chilli in it until I cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; myself *LOL*. Tom yum is one of my favorite soups of all time, my mum and my brother's wife Nok (who is a Thai) can cook it very well. However, please understand that this thing is homemade okay, so some of the ingredients weren't available at that time. You can basically put anything you fancy in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjXXOE2dysI/AAAAAAAAADM/UClcDAZQh0c/s1600-h/100_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjXXOE2dysI/AAAAAAAAADM/UClcDAZQh0c/s320/100_0450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059186393240947394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredient A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) Lemongrass / Serai...... 4 stalks (sliced)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Galangal / Lengkuas..... 1 bulb, about 100gms (sliced)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Thai red chilli padi......... a handful, depends on how spicy you want the soup to be (pounded finely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Limau perut leaves........ 6 pcs (break into 2 halves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) Fish sauce...................... 5 tbsp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) Lime juice....................... 1 cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjXbqE2dytI/AAAAAAAAADU/fz4T1SzBSbs/s1600-h/100_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjXbqE2dytI/AAAAAAAAADU/fz4T1SzBSbs/s320/100_0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059191272323795666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredient B *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;except for the seafood, the rest are all optional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tiger prawns................... 200 gms (slit back, devein &amp; clean up the sharp edges)&lt;br /&gt;2) Squid............................... 5 pcs (cut into smaller rounds)&lt;br /&gt;3) Chicken breast............... 200 gms (cut small)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Tomato............................ 1 pc (cut into 8 pcs)&lt;br /&gt;5) Button mushroom (canned)... up to you&lt;br /&gt;6) Oyster mushroom&lt;br /&gt;7) Baby corn&lt;br /&gt;8) Carrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For soup base:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Put 3 litres of water in pot and bring it to boil. Dump in all items in ingredient A except for the lime juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Add 1 tsp of salt, and boil on high.&lt;br /&gt;3) Let the soup boil until it's tasty and then sieve to remove all the junk inside, unless you like to eat them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjXc3U2dyuI/AAAAAAAAADc/EMg2tnbNpNo/s1600-h/100_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjXc3U2dyuI/AAAAAAAAADc/EMg2tnbNpNo/s320/100_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059192599468690146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To complete:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dump in all ingredient B.&lt;br /&gt;2) Lastly before serving, add lime juice to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Additional note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sieving the soup, you should take out the amount you want to keep without adding in the lime juice. It's best to only add the lime juice right before serving to maintain the flavor of the lime.&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/15910145-4439041440609614195?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/4439041440609614195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=4439041440609614195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/4439041440609614195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/4439041440609614195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/04/tom-yum-seafood.html' title='Tom Yum Seafood'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjXXOE2dysI/AAAAAAAAADM/UClcDAZQh0c/s72-c/100_0450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-5258791489650138254</id><published>2007-04-30T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:11:38.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>I Love It Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Somehow, everytime I come over to my mum's place I tend to overstay *LOL*. I love staying at my mum's, when I am here I tend to be extra lazy as she's there to help me look after my two monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I came over on Thursday evening after work and initially I planned to stay for only one night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Mana tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, end up I stayed for 4 nights already. Hubs must be wondering if I'm having a mini holiday here or something. Everyday I tell her "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Yea yea, I'm leaving already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;." Then I'll dilly dally until the sun also set already and finally I decide to stay for another day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now half of the long weekend is nearly gone. What have you done for this holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-5258791489650138254?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/5258791489650138254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=5258791489650138254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5258791489650138254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5258791489650138254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-it-here.html' title='I Love It Here'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-6356852353276443562</id><published>2007-04-29T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:45:35.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Fried Long Beans with Sambal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first food post for some homemade goodness. I love all types of spicy food, so please bear in mind that you can reduce or increase the amount of chilli used in my recipes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjWWpE2dyqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPXegP0-REI/s1600-h/100_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjWWpE2dyqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPXegP0-REI/s320/100_0435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059115388841609890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ingredient A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) Dried chilli.......... 4 pcs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Red chilli............. 2 pcs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Chilli padi    .......... 6 pcs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Garlic         ................ 4 pips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) Shallot        ............... 5 pcs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) Dried shrimps  .... a handful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ingredient B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) Long beans     ........ 1 bundle (cut into 1 inch sections)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Squid          ................. 2 pcs (cut into smaller rounds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Preparation of sambal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blend dried chilli (1) and pound the rest of the ingredients (2 - 6) using a mortar and pestle. Mix blended chilli and pounded paste together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjWZ_02dyrI/AAAAAAAAADE/Hqb3bUv2d-A/s1600-h/100_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjWZ_02dyrI/AAAAAAAAADE/Hqb3bUv2d-A/s320/100_0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059119078218517170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Cooking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) Put oil in wok. Once oil heats up, pour in sambal paste. Add in a pinch of sugar for a glossy look to the sambal (accoring to my mum, it works for all the chilli dishes that you cook). Fry the paste until aromatic and dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Add in sotong, fry for a while. Then pour in the long beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Add some water (how much will depend on how soft you want the beans to be), maybe half a cup or less, and fry till almost dry. Serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-6356852353276443562?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/6356852353276443562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=6356852353276443562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/6356852353276443562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/6356852353276443562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/04/fried-long-beans-with-sambal.html' title='Fried Long Beans with Sambal'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RjWWpE2dyqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CPXegP0-REI/s72-c/100_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-875558382249645985</id><published>2007-04-26T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:24:35.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hired Help'/><title type='text'>Supini Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm glad to say after being here for about two weeks now, the new maid Supini is &lt;strong&gt;beyond my expectations&lt;/strong&gt;! Perhaps my expectation is already quite low due to two problematic maids which I had after Sutini took off but after packing up and returning home (we were staying at my mum's place while waiting for a maid to arrive), I wake up in the mornings to this maid doing stuff I didn't tell her to do... good stuff *stupid grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day I woke up and went downstairs, I saw her digging out all the plates, tins and what-have-yous from the kitchen cabinet and &lt;strong&gt;wiping the cupboard&lt;/strong&gt;! Man, can I tell you how surprised I was. The next day &lt;em&gt;pulak&lt;/em&gt; I woke up and you know what? She asked me how to switch off the power for the fridge. Turns out that she wants to &lt;strong&gt;wipe the fridge and freezer&lt;/strong&gt;! I was glad, so I just roughly show her where the switch is and told her not to leave it off for too long as there were things inside which have to be kept frozen. The 3rd morning I woke up and went downstairs (duh!) and I found her in the hall, &lt;strong&gt;wiping the display cabinet and all the bottles of liqour&lt;/strong&gt; my hubs owns. I was like... OMG, I love this girl! *LOL*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the subsequent days went by in a blur as I was always rushing to work, but mostly in the mornings, she just tries to do the housework before the kids wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about her though is the &lt;strong&gt;body odour&lt;/strong&gt;. She never switches on the fan unless we ask her to. Mind you, she sleeps without the fan, and I had to keep asking her "Kamu tak panas ke? Kalau panas buka kipas ya?" (&lt;em&gt;Malay: You're not hot? If you're hot, switch on the fan okay?&lt;/em&gt;). Anyway, she listens well, when the kids are around, she keeps the fan on. And we've purchased some kinda soap which supposedly works for BO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have no complaints. Oh, by the way, she &lt;strong&gt;can't cook&lt;/strong&gt;. Luckily since she came, hubs have kinda made &lt;strong&gt;arrangements with MIL&lt;/strong&gt; to be in our house from 7.00am to about 2.00pm to keep an eye on the maid and the kids, as well as do some cooking. So far, this is the best arrangement we have made, as I can go to work without worrying that the maid might run away laa or the kids got nothing decent to eat laa or etc etc etc that we mothers tend to think of to scare ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-875558382249645985?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/875558382249645985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=875558382249645985&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/875558382249645985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/875558382249645985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-maid-part-ii.html' title='Supini Is...'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-12778026378458132</id><published>2007-04-13T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:54:43.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hired Help'/><title type='text'>New Maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, after months of choosing, applying and waiting for a new maid, she's finally here yesterday. I got her from a new agent, &lt;a href="http://rachellittleprinces.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;'s agent to be exact. I really hope she will click with us and do her job well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As of this morning when I left for work, Izac seemed to be okay with her, letting her carry him. They're still staying at my mum's house. Ivan, on the other hand, sticks to my mum like glue. That's normal for him, he's very attached to his grandmother. Hope that he will accept her soon. Till then, my mum will be around to pamper this boy, she loves to pamper him, sometimes too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight I hope to finish a timetable for her. Got a template from &lt;a href="http://www.jazzmint.net/blog/"&gt;Jazzmint&lt;/a&gt;, will amend it to suit my household's timing. Last time Sutini didn't need a timetable, she does things on her own accord and she does it quite well. Her subsequent temporary replacements were major headaches for me. That was when I thought that having a great 1st maid has spoilt me for the subsequent ones. None of them seem to meet my requirements well. Hmm... could it be that I am extremely picky? *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, isn't it such a coincidence that the new maid's called Supini... *hahaha*&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/15910145-12778026378458132?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/12778026378458132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=12778026378458132&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/12778026378458132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/12778026378458132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-maid.html' title='New Maid'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-102644140035920439</id><published>2007-03-20T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:15:33.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>We Have Moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time flies, and before I knew it Ivan is now 32 months and Izac 14 months. Have neglected this blog for ages! Anyway, I have started blogging again. If you feel like following my kids' progress, pls visit them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://lilpeople.net/blog"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here ---&gt; (&lt;a href="http://lilpeople.net/blog"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On another note, I will continue updating this blog when I have time, and it will mostly be posts about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chaplang&lt;/span&gt; (mixed up) things that happen to cross my mind... *kekeke*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, see you there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-102644140035920439?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/102644140035920439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=102644140035920439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/102644140035920439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/102644140035920439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-visit-kids-here.html' title='We Have Moved!'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-4937687735987981636</id><published>2007-03-19T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:22:45.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>USD20 Worth of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got this email from a friend, thought I'd share it here with all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Daddy, may I ask you a question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yes sure, what is it?" replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's none of your business, why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to know, please tell me, how much do you make an hour? pleaded the little boy.&lt;br /&gt;"If you must know, I make $20 an hour."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I please borrow $10?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed, think about why you are being so selfish. I work long hard hours everyday and don't have time for such childish behaviour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, he had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10 and he really didn't ask for money very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. "Are you asleep, son?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No, daddy, I'm awake," replaied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier," said the man. "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $10 you asked for."&lt;br /&gt;The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. "Daddy, I have $20 now, can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow, I would like to have dinner with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't that true. So many of us are so preoccupied with work these days that we do not stop to smell the flowers, much less slow down to spend some time with our own kids. We need to keep in mind that they will not remain kids forever, and sooner or later they will grow up and leave home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p:colorscheme style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" colors="#FFFFFF,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00CC99,#3333CC,#CCCCFF,#B2B2B2"&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" shape="_x0000_s2050" class="O"&gt;    &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/15910145-4937687735987981636?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/4937687735987981636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=4937687735987981636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/4937687735987981636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/4937687735987981636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/03/usd20-worth-of-time.html' title='USD20 Worth of Time'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-5726930220347334479</id><published>2007-03-08T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:56:31.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Silly Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday morning as I was driving to work, I met a silly kid on the road. I was taking a left turn slowly, as it is a &lt;em&gt;kampung &lt;/em&gt;area where I normally take a shortcut to go on to the NKVE. As I turned, I saw 2 kids, one on a bicycle and one on foot, walking towards my direction, quite to the middle of the road. They saw me coming and started to inch to the edge of the road. The kid on foot then decided to be stupid, and pushed his cycling friend outwards, towards the road, towards the oncoming traffic (which is my car). Now how silly can you get? I know that it is just meant to be a joke, but what if...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then as I was coming home, again taking the shortcut to get to my house, there's another silly kid taking a "deadly" chance. He obviously saw me coming, albeit slowly; but he decided that he'd rather risk his life crossing in front of a car than wait another few seconds when he could have crossed over safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hrmmm... I'm just wondering, how will my kids behave next time when I'm not with them. Not so reckless and stupid I hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-5726930220347334479?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/5726930220347334479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=5726930220347334479&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5726930220347334479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5726930220347334479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/03/silly-kids.html' title='Silly Kids'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-6935932235968537723</id><published>2007-03-07T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:29:15.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>The Z-List Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This tag is easy, so just do it. Copy and paste. *heehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Instructions**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The premise is simple: Write a post, and copy and paste my list from below into it. Make sure the links are active and correct. If your blog is on that list, remove it because your post isn’t about self-promotion. Don’t worry, because if your name is on mine, it’s on others and will spread. Add your favourite deserving blogs to the top of the list (not compulsory). Publish the post. People will notice the incoming links, and hopefully write their own z-list posts. The result will be that we all get more links pointing to our blogs, and more readers - got to be good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Key Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) Create a new post on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Copy and Paste the entire list of blog links below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Add any blogs that you want to include near the top of the list. (Optional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Include the blog where you first got the list from, on the list in your post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) Do not include your own blog links on the list in your post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) Make sure that all links are copied intact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) Publish the Post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The List:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Adds&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jazzmint.net/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jutz 1 Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mom2ashley.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Musings of a New Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mybabybay.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;myBabyBay.com Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originals:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessiewyt.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jessie Woo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredihos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blur Blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tracy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamshoppingmum.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ShoppingMum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myorganicincome.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Samm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homeofficewomen.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Home Office Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.cyberpartygal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cyberpartygal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pablopabla.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PabloPabla's Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueapron.i.ph/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blueapron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://5xmom.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make$ Money$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.u-g-h.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Owen of Ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://utterlygeek.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jules is Utterly Geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internetseriousbiz.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Internet. 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I was thinking of skipping it, but then decided against it *&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;*. There are too MANY questions here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Are your parents married or divorced?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mum's remarried, dad's passed away when I was 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Are you a vegetarian?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Do you believe in Heaven?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, where I can meet God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Have you ever come close to dying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;What jewellery do you wear 24/7?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Necklace with pendant and a ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Favourite time of day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After dinner and before bedtime, it's family catch up time :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Do you eat the stems of broccoli?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, that's the best part of the whole broccoli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Do you wear makeup?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Almost never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Ever have plastic surgery?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;What do you wear to bed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singlet and shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Have you ever done anything illegal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speeding, taking short cuts, you name it, I've done it.. err, except stealing la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;Can you roll your tongue?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;Do you tweeze your eyebrows?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. &lt;em&gt;What kind of sneakers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Err.. which ever brand that looks nice on my small feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. &lt;em&gt;Do you believe in Abortions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When there is no other choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. &lt;em&gt;What is your Hair color?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dark brown, want to dye it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. &lt;em&gt;Do you snore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully only when I'm extremely tired. No one's ever complained before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. &lt;em&gt;If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Europe &amp; USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. &lt;em&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope, allergic to dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. &lt;em&gt;If you won the lottery, what would you do first?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Invest part of it and go shopping / traveling with the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. &lt;em&gt;Gold or silver?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gold, can bring when "chau lan" (running for life) during war *&lt;em&gt;hahaha&lt;/em&gt;*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. &lt;em&gt;Hamburger or hot dog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. &lt;em&gt;If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nasi lemak. Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. &lt;em&gt;City, beach or country?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Country. Feels cosier :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. &lt;em&gt;What was the last thing you touched?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My notebook and the mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. &lt;em&gt;Where did you eat last?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. &lt;em&gt;When’s the last time you cried?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. &lt;em&gt;Do you read blogs?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can never get enough of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. &lt;em&gt;Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. &lt;em&gt;Ever been involved with the police?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When caught for speeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33. &lt;em&gt;What’s your favourite shampoo conditioner and soap?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pantene &amp;amp; Dove Cream Bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. &lt;em&gt;Ocean or pool?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pool for soaking only. I can't swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. &lt;em&gt;So, who has the original missing questions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, wonder who and why number 10??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. &lt;em&gt;Who would you take on a ménage à trois for a dirty weekend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Err... sounds familiar but I'm too lazy to check the dictionary or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38. &lt;em&gt;Window seat or aisle?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Window seat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39. &lt;em&gt;Ever met anyone famous?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yah, but I don't know his name. Considered famous or not liddat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. &lt;em&gt;Do you feel that you’ve had a truly successful life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing too brilliant, but good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;41. &lt;em&gt;Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Twirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;42. &lt;em&gt;Ricki Lake or Oprah Winfrey?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both same la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43. &lt;em&gt;Basketball or Football?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44. &lt;em&gt;How long do your showers last?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15 - 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;45. &lt;em&gt;Automatic or do you drive a stick?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Automatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;46. &lt;em&gt;Cake or ice cream?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can I say both again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;47. &lt;em&gt;Are you self-conscious?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;48. &lt;em&gt;Have you ever drank so much you threw up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yah. My friends had the nerve to go into the ladies' and support me outta there. It was like "OMG"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;49. &lt;em&gt;Have you ever given money to a beggar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50. &lt;em&gt;Have you been in love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, and still am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;51. &lt;em&gt;Where do you wish you were?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In bed, sleeping. Tomorrow have to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;52. &lt;em&gt;Are you wearing socks?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;53. &lt;em&gt;Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;54. &lt;em&gt;Can you tango?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;55. &lt;em&gt;Last gift you received?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angpow from hubbys for CNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;56. &lt;em&gt;Last sport you played?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Err... playing catch with Ivan counted or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;57. &lt;em&gt;Things you spend a lot of money on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Children's clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;58. &lt;em&gt;Where do you live?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bandar Utama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;59. &lt;em&gt;Where were you born?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assunta Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;60. &lt;em&gt;Last wedding attended?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my best friend's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;61. &lt;em&gt;Spit or swallow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Food is for swallowing, set a good example for kids lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;62. &lt;em&gt;Favorite position?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sleeping sideways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;63. &lt;em&gt;Most hated food(s)?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mushrooms, tofus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;64. &lt;em&gt;What’s your least fav.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being made a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;65. &lt;em&gt;Can you sing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only when I'm singing nursery rhymes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;66. &lt;em&gt;Last person you instant messaged?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michelle, Amy, Annie, Judy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;67. &lt;em&gt;Last place you went on holiday?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taiwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;68. &lt;em&gt;Favourite regular drink?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Black coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;69. &lt;em&gt;Current Song?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Reason, Hoobastank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;70. &lt;em&gt;Tag 3 friends:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jazzmint.net/blog/"&gt;Jazzmint&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://babyyeeching.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jefferene&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mybabybay.com/blog/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-4219170394492797843?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/4219170394492797843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>StemLife's Blogging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day as I was browsing through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Technorati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to see who linked to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2006/02/breast-milk-gold.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I found that my blog was one of those that were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stemlife1.blogspot.com/2006/05/stemlife-malaysia-clients-interesting.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mentioned in StemLife blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. It is such an honour that they chose the picture of lil' Izac sleeping on me during confinement. It was such a nice surprise. This shows how powerful the Internet and the search engines are these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my blog, they also highlighted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://loopymeals.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;James'" blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoppingmum.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shopping Mum's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nickblogspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nick's" blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myorganiclife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Samm's" blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-5243139718789192840?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5243139718789192840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5243139718789192840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/02/other-day-as-i-was-browsing-through.html' title='StemLife&apos;s Blogging!'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-7568511082621425384</id><published>2007-02-16T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:16:39.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>To Switch or Not To Switch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK. I can't quite decide on whether I should switch to &lt;a href="http://wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or not. Haven't been blogging for a while and not quite sure to what extent &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt; have improvised. I must say that even with the long wait (sometimes) during photo loading sessions, it seems to me that &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt; is more user &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;a href="http://wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. What do you think? Should I switch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-7568511082621425384?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/7568511082621425384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=7568511082621425384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/7568511082621425384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/7568511082621425384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok.html' title='To Switch or Not To Switch'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-5221942230365253206</id><published>2007-02-16T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:37:48.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="261" alt="My House, Rosie St" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid224/p22f57df3442315e8bd103f03faafabdd/eaa7a896.jpg" width="277" align="middle" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-house.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I am now a proud owner of my very own house on Rosie St *&lt;em&gt;heehee&lt;/em&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does the drawing say about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Based on your drawing and the 10 answers you gave this is a summary of your personality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. Your life is always full of changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You see the world as it is, not as you believe it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are not a romantic person by nature. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drawahouse.com/takethetest/index.asp?street=fa4de7deb4a89db726304a60c17b88c1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; if you wanna draw your own house on Rosie St and be neighbours. OK. Back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-5221942230365253206?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/5221942230365253206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=5221942230365253206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5221942230365253206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/5221942230365253206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-house.html' title='My House'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-9079272727242758631</id><published>2007-01-27T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:45:36.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Talk'/><title type='text'>Cuppacakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a quick product review on some cupcakes brought from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cuppacakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuppakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I promised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jazzmint.net/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jazzmint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; that I would take a picture of them after I told her that I'm purchasing some for SIL#1's birthday. When I saw the pictures of the cupcakes on the website, they looked really special and pretty. The smallest package they have available was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cuppacakes.blogspot.com/2006/09/royal-nine.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Royal 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, just enough for the few of us because the others come in 20s or 30s in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033876139574231378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RdvrraajAVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p3Xtd0prqyI/s320/70127-Cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;cuppakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I first got the package, picked up myself, the packaging was rather plain but nicely done with a nice ribbon. After opening the package to take a peek, I was rather disappointed that the cupcakes were quite squashed in the tight confines of the box. From the picture of the &lt;a href="http://cuppacakes.blogspot.com/2006/09/royal-nine.html"&gt;Royal 9&lt;/a&gt; in their &lt;a href="http://cuppacakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and the picture I took above of those I got, I'm sure you will agree that they look totally different, not as pretty and as yummy looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033875942005735746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/Rdvrf6ajAUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N5DMkMQM_1M/s320/70127-Cakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tiramisu from bakerzin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of the cupcakes itself (minus the icing) was quite nice. As for the icing,I think there was too much icing on the top (close to 1cm thick!) and they were too sweet. All in all, I think for the quality of the cupcakes, they are really not worth the price I paid. If they had been prettier, I think I wouldn't mind the price as I think most people purchase these cupcakes for the novelty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict: 5/10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-9079272727242758631?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/9079272727242758631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=9079272727242758631&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/9079272727242758631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/9079272727242758631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-quick-product-review-on-some.html' title='Cuppacakes'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ki1vPr_BdPU/RdvrraajAVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p3Xtd0prqyI/s72-c/70127-Cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-113821020381614141</id><published>2006-01-26T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:57:07.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>The 4 Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is what I fear the most… being one of the last ones to be tagged and have no one else to pass the homework to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;… must really thank &lt;a href="http://sabrina_vun.blogs.friendster.com/sabrina/"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/a&gt; for the &lt;a href="http://sabrina_vun.blogs.friendster.com/sabrina/2006/01/tagged_by_tracy.html"&gt;favor&lt;/a&gt; this time. Since this tag started going around, I have been hoping I do not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Malay: get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;), so I have been keeping my eyes opened for blogs with the “4” title. Here goes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 Jobs I Have Had In My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Notebook Promoter (only for 3 days during PC Fair after SPM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Waitress (part time job in Melbourne during studies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Customer Service Executive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Service Administrator (both 3 and 4 in current company, change job title only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 Movies I Could Watch Over And Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pretty Woman (I’m such a soppy person, but don’t you just love happy endings?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sound of Music (Somehow I got hooked onto this movie since I was a little girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOTR (all of them, like &lt;a href="http://faythehon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jazzmint&lt;/a&gt;, I really like these big productions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sleeping Beauty (the cartoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 TV Shows I Have Love(d) To Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reality Game Shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Renovation Game Shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It’s been ages since I have followed shows closely, not as if I have as much time as I had when I was studying last time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 Places I Have Lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cheras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Port Klang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Melbourne, Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bandar Utama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 Places I Have Been On Vacation To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 Places I Would Rather Be In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In my home sweet home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In Bed in a 5 Star Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At a spa in Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At a sidewalk café with nothing to do but watch people pass by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 Of My Favorite Foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Any Chinese style clear soup (I just love soups)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thai dishes (and make it extra spicy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Japanese dishes (influenced by hubby, used to cringe at eating raw fish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cheesy food (drools…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 Of My Favorite Beverages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Iced Lemon Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Barley with Pak Kor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Iced Leong Fun (less leong fun, more water and ice… yumm…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Carbonated drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 Websites I Visit Daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/"&gt;My blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All blogs which are updated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My webmails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Work related websites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 Unfortunate Souls Tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://evelynsaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;sunshine&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://faythehon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jazzmint&lt;/a&gt;’s tagged you already but you haven’t do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;, so I tag also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://millyming.blogspot.com/"&gt;Milly’s Diary&lt;/a&gt; (Milly, long time never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tagged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoppingmum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shopping Mum&lt;/a&gt; (can get you to type with freshly manicured fingers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://loc1717.blogspot.com/"&gt;Loc Kee Trading&lt;/a&gt; (this fella too free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;, always blogging about games nowadays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woohoo&lt;/em&gt;… no more &lt;em&gt;hutang&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Malay: debt&lt;/em&gt;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-113821020381614141?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/113821020381614141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=113821020381614141&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113821020381614141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113821020381614141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2006/01/4-tag.html' title='The 4 Tag'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-113674552373215098</id><published>2006-01-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:00:21.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>9 Questions Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. Since I have been bad and ignored &lt;a href="http://www.mariahlc.com/blog/"&gt;Twinsmom&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy&lt;/a&gt;’s tag due to busy-ness during the past weeks, here goes my attempt at this latest tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sherylalexis.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Life of an Independent Babe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allofhelen.blogspot.com/"&gt;My All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/"&gt;All About Zara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://babyashleywong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baby Ashley&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://faythehon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faythe’s Baby Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then you select five people to pass the love on to. Here’s my selection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://littleskywalker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Egghead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://babyyeeching.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jefferene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anniebay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reeve2renee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myrayern.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joanne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my pre-university (was doing South Australian Matriculation at Taylor’s College) and enrolled in a twining degree. Guess those were the best years of &lt;em&gt;lepaking &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Malay: hanging out&lt;/em&gt;) for me… not total freedom until I went abroad to Australia though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erm&lt;/em&gt;… January 8 2005… had to refer to my picture archives. Found out that on this day last year I was actually on my way to my 2-day division trip at Port Dickson, so I guess I must have dumped Ivan with my mum… &lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Five super fatty and high cholesterol snacks you enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cheese Rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pringles Sour Cream Flavor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nachos with Guacamole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yau Cha Kwai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fried stuff… KFC chicken skin? &lt;em&gt;Eww&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Five songs to which you know all the lyrics off your head right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smart-central.com/SmallWorld.htm"&gt;It’s a Small World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The More We Get Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I Wish To Go A-Wandering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smart-central.com/London_Bridge.html"&gt;London Bridge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smart-central.com/Sing_Song_Sixpence.html"&gt;Sing a Song of Sixpence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Five things you would do if you were a millionaire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Same as &lt;a href="http://faythehon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jazzmint&lt;/a&gt; – Bank all the money and quit my job to live on the interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Travel around the world till my heart’s content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sign up for some serious slimming after baby’s out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Donate to some kids or animal fund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do up my home so it looks really grand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Five bad habits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Short fused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bites nails when anxious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Likes to procrastinate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eating too quickly… may seem like I’m gobbling down food sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lazy, if let be, I’d laze in bed for the whole weekend doing nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Five things you like doing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bringing Ivan out and seeing a smile on his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eating at inappropriate times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking at pictures, and most recently try to Photoshop them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Traveling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Five things you would never wear, buy, or get new again:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never buy belly revealing tees, gone are the days when I had smooth and flat tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never wear my beloved jeans that fitted perfectly, my SIL#1 &lt;em&gt;untung &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Malay: profit&lt;/em&gt;) coz she &lt;em&gt;sapu &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Malay: swept&lt;/em&gt;) a few off my wardrobe already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never buy another watch, never wear them except for the one I normally wear and I tend to misplace the extra ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never buy any glassware unless there is none left, the kitchen cabinets are filled with unused glassware from who-knows-where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never buy a notebook again unless I quit my current job and is left without one, they depreciate too quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Five favourite toys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ivan, love to dress him up nicely - &lt;em&gt;tarak &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Malay: don’t have&lt;/em&gt;) girl, boy also can… &lt;em&gt;hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Canon Ixus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Toshiba notebook, belongs to the company though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Photoshop, when I’m free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My car, love traveling to mum’s house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-113674552373215098?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/113674552373215098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=113674552373215098&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113674552373215098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113674552373215098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2006/01/9-questions-tag.html' title='9 Questions Tag'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-113548603272001632</id><published>2005-12-29T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:02:12.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>New Kid on the Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/1600/Marcus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/320/Marcus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;hello world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Name: Marcus Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Date of Birth: 23rd December 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time of Birth: 18:37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Birth Weight: 3.61kg / 7.15lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A new friend for Ivan, but due to &lt;em&gt;pantang&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Malay: taboo&lt;/em&gt;) reasons, I have yet to meet the little bugger in person. Here's wishing both mum and baby health and fun times during confinement... &lt;em&gt;heheh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-113548603272001632?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/113548603272001632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=113548603272001632&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113548603272001632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113548603272001632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-kid-on-block.html' title='New Kid on the Block'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-113532276843699400</id><published>2005-12-23T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:04:10.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>As Busy As Can Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I turned my &lt;a href="http://www.feedreader.com/"&gt;Feedreader&lt;/a&gt; on and after one round of searching, my total unread blog feed went up to nearly 90 feeds. Never in all my blogging days have I left work with unread blogs. My oh my... I have been so busy that I have decided to simply leave the &lt;a href="http://www.feedreader.com/"&gt;Feedreader&lt;/a&gt; off just so that I could concentrate in clearing workload before I dump it all on the new girl who is now helping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three years in this current company, I have been the only person who does warranty claims for the whole department. Day in day out all I see is spare parts... good parts, faulty parts, broken parts. My job is to claim all that I can claim, for local parts as well as overseas parts. During my last round of pregnancy with Ivan, my workload has been dumped on a fellow colleague who already had her hands full with administrative work. She was promised that she would be compensated for chipping in extra time to do my job while I was on confinement. However, our very nice *&lt;em&gt;rolls eyes&lt;/em&gt;* Human Resource department rejected her claims even after my department senior manager signed his approval on it. Their only reason: support staffs, other than technicians, are not entitled to claim for overtime. So she was left with nothing but wasted time spent on doing someone else's job for two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, they have decided to hire a new girl to share this workload with me before I disappear yet again for confinement (seems the &lt;em&gt;kiam siap&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Hokkien: miserly&lt;/em&gt;) buggers they know they cannot get away from it this time, no one will be willing to do a job without pay for 2 months). So as you can imagine, last minute training for her and also effort to clear off tonnes of parts, which have been building up over the months due to increased sales quantity, has left me pretty tied up. As of today, I can proudly say that most of it is finally cleared and I can go for my confinement with a clear conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please all bear with me, I am trying to clear my reading list… though I doubt that I will have much time left to comment on your blog. And I do hope now that work is nearly over for the year, little Izac will decide to join us soon *&lt;em&gt;can’t wait to see you baby!&lt;/em&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/15910145-113532276843699400?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/113532276843699400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=113532276843699400&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113532276843699400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113532276843699400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-busy-as-can-bee.html' title='As Busy As Can Bee'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-113478382636122315</id><published>2005-12-17T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:07:30.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>My Inner Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://msau.blogspot.com/2005/12/inner-child.html"&gt;Msau&lt;/a&gt;'s post yesterday, and saw it on &lt;a href="http://www.mariahlc.com/blog/?p=422"&gt;Twinsmom&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://littleskywalker.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-still-child.html"&gt;Egghead&lt;/a&gt;'s blog... so here goes mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/sad.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very sensitive soul.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have.&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-113478382636122315?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/113478382636122315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=113478382636122315&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113478382636122315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113478382636122315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-inner-child.html' title='My Inner Child'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-113308065282758054</id><published>2005-11-27T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:34:57.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Talk'/><title type='text'>Absolutely Divine Delicious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/1600/Yuen%20and%20Lym%20Invitation%2051126.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/320/Yuen%20and%20Lym%20Invitation%2051126.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most people would not think of celebrating their wedding anniversary with a group of friends. The norm would be to have a quiet dinner with just the husband and wife present. Yesterday Yuen and Lym invited us to celebrate their 1st wedding anniversary with them at &lt;a href="http://www.faces.com.my/tastebuds/tastebuds.asp?id=570"&gt;Delicious by Ms Read&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.bangsar.net.my/article/show.asp?id=15"&gt;Bangsar Village&lt;/a&gt;. What an honour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/1600/Yuen%20and%20Lym%201st%20Anni%2051126.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/320/Yuen%20and%20Lym%201st%20Anni%2051126.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there a tad late… at approximately 8:10pm, but am happy to announce that we were not the latest *&lt;em&gt;woohoo!&lt;/em&gt;*. This is the first time I have been to Ms Read’s after reading &lt;a href="http://babyashleywong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dinah&lt;/a&gt;’s post on the &lt;a href="http://babyashleywong.blogspot.com/2005/10/squishy-squashy.html"&gt;chocolate fudge cake&lt;/a&gt;. At first sight, the ambience was nice. Quiet enough to have conversations and casual enough so that we do not have to be hush-hush all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was delicious. I &lt;strike&gt;forgot&lt;/strike&gt; did not get to take a picture of the appetizer because all the &lt;strike&gt;hungry&lt;/strike&gt; people at our table &lt;strike&gt;were gobbling them down&lt;/strike&gt; cannot wait to taste it. However, for the record… the appetizer was great, dismissing the fact that we almost missed tasting the liver pate, which was covered under butter with something black in the center. Yuen had thought that the cup of pate was, in fact, candle. My hubby who did not quite believe her, looked to the next table, which were also occupied by friends, and saw some of them eating the “candle”. So, mystery solved and we took a taste of the “candle” and found out that it was indeed liver pate (later confirmed by looking at the menu) *&lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/1600/Yuen%20and%20Lym%20Food%2051126.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/320/Yuen%20and%20Lym%20Food%2051126.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main course comes with a choice of 3 types of pasta: Spicy Seafood, Eggplant Something (I cannot remember the name for the life of me!) and Spaghetti Carbonara. I tried all three (all friends mah... hehehe) and must conclude that the best was the spicy seafood; followed by the eggplant... the carbonara was a bit too creamy. Dessert was heavenly... we had chocolate brownie and strawberry drenched in chocolate sauce... &lt;em&gt;yumm&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/1600/100_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/320/100_0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner was relaxing, everyone was chatting there, Ivan had fun bullying Chloe, who gave out a LOUD cry! When it was time to go home, our little monkey did not want to go, and was kicking up a fuss when papa was strapping him into the car seat. It was a great night, not only for adults, but I am pretty sure little Ivan enjoyed it just as much… he kept nodding after each spoonful of food that went into his little mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-113308065282758054?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/113308065282758054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=113308065282758054&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113308065282758054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113308065282758054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/11/absolutely-divine-delicious.html' title='Absolutely &lt;strike&gt;Divine&lt;/strike&gt; Delicious!'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-113017187753368722</id><published>2005-10-24T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:57:52.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><title type='text'>Photoshop Attempt #2: The Flatten Image Option</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/1600/My%20Cheeky%20Monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/320/My%20Cheeky%20Monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another attempt using my limited Photoshop skill… this time I learnt how to use the Flatten Image Option. I was scratching my head, trying to do some photo editing by myself without &lt;a href="http://faythehon.blogspot.com/"&gt;sifu&lt;/a&gt;'s (&lt;em&gt;Cantonese: master's&lt;/em&gt;) help, but to no avail. I did not know how to use most of the options. Luckily, &lt;a href="http://faythehon.blogspot.com/"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; did the &lt;a href="http://faythehon.blogspot.com/2005/10/photoshop-techniques-two.html"&gt;second lesson&lt;/a&gt; so soon. Now I roughly know how to merge the many files together to get one nice poster. This one is much easier than the &lt;a href="http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/10/photoshop-attempt-1-lasso-tool.html"&gt;Lasso Tool&lt;/a&gt;. I need more practice and ideas though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-113017187753368722?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/113017187753368722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=113017187753368722&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113017187753368722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/113017187753368722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/10/photoshop-attempt-2-flatten-image.html' title='Photoshop Attempt #2: The Flatten Image Option'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-112974147137655786</id><published>2005-10-20T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:58:10.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><title type='text'>Photoshop Attempt #1: The Lasso Tool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/1600/101_0188%20dualtone.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/320/101_0188%20dualtone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading &lt;a href="http://faythehon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jazzmint&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://faythehon.blogspot.com/2005/10/photoshop-techniques-one.html"&gt;Dualtone Tutorial&lt;/a&gt; on the lasso tool, I decided to obtain myself a copy of &lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/"&gt;Adobe&lt;/a&gt; Photoshop 7.0 from my colleague and try it myself. The outcome: so-so, lots of room for improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I must say that this magnetic lasso tool is not that easy to use, unless of course, there is a clear-cut line on the photo itself. Additionally, steady hands or cursor helps as the dots are plotted automatically. Finally, do remember to enlarge the photo for easier plotting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-112974147137655786?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/112974147137655786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=112974147137655786&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112974147137655786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112974147137655786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/10/photoshop-attempt-1-lasso-tool.html' title='Photoshop Attempt #1: The Lasso Tool'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-112965044643476894</id><published>2005-10-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:39:52.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Audit Me Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My company is going for ISO certification. Tomorrow will be my turn, tomorrow I &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; audit (&lt;em&gt;Malay: being audited&lt;/em&gt;). This sucks, I hate being interviewed and being put under the spotlight. I have no problems with the procedures and workflow, but they just keep changing it since September. Until now, I am not so sure anymore. And the company makes it seems like if we fail the audit, it is us who caused the company its ISO standard. &lt;em&gt;Cheh&lt;/em&gt;! I guess this is one of the things causing my frustration with &lt;a href="http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/10/heartsick.html"&gt;Ivan’s behavior&lt;/a&gt; tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from work to be at home with my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-112965044643476894?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/112965044643476894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=112965044643476894&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112965044643476894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112965044643476894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/10/audit-me-not.html' title='Audit Me Not!'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-112892554820987577</id><published>2005-10-10T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:58:37.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Two Items</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a money spending trip with my mum at Carrefour yesterday. We were in line to pay for our purchases when a man stepped into the middle of the long queue (of course a few places in front of us &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt; : Look at Malay Man (MM) fidgeting and not really in line, continue talking to mum... blah blah blah. Look at MM again, up and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Err... saya ada 2 item saja."&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Malay: I have only 2 items&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt; : Look incredulous and glance at the people lining in front and at the back. Look at the sign above the counter "10 items or less". &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Sini semua orang pun sikit barang saja. Tolong beratur."&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Malay: Everyone here have very few items. Please line up&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt; : Refused to budge, probably weighing the pros and cons of going full on with a flustered mum. &lt;em&gt;Umm&lt;/em&gt;... maybe afraid that I was going to raise my voice heheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt; : Keep staring at MM, this goes on and off for a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;MM&lt;/span&gt; : Quietly creep away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess if MM had caught me in a reeeaaallly sweet mood or if he had asked politely to queue in front of me, I would have let him. But then again, there were so many people in line... he would have to ask everyone else behind me for permission as well, wouldn't he? Geez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-112892554820987577?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/112892554820987577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=112892554820987577&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112892554820987577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112892554820987577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/10/two-items.html' title='Two Items'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-112868242292817259</id><published>2005-10-07T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:17:00.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Give the Brakes a Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was driving behind a Jeep on the way home yesterday. The Jeep blocked my view from the cars in front, clouding my judgment as to when I should step on my brakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is not the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The problem lies with the Jeep's brake. It seems the owner is addicted to stepping on it every 2 seconds. Now I ask myself everytime I see drivers act like their brake pads come with lifetime warranty: Why do these people step on their brakes when the car in front is not even near, or when they are not preparing to change lanes???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The worse part is that my car nearly kissed the Jeep's butt. I was fed up with tailing the Jeep with its ever flashing tail lights, so I decided to change lanes to the middle. To do this, I need to consult my left mirror. What do you know... as I was looking at the mirror and trying to cut over, the stupid Jeep braked again. &lt;em&gt;Walao&lt;/em&gt;... I had to swerve left to avoid hitting the Jeep. My car was lucky to avoid it, but I was feeling faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;From what I know, there are some people who drive with their right feet on the accelerator and their left feet on the brake. Out of 10, I daresay there will be 2 or 3. These people have no idea that they are actually stepping on the brakes, thus making the person driving behind them look like idiots... accelerate... brake... accelerate... brake... What? Tango on the road &lt;em&gt;ar&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Note to these people, please go for refresher courses in driving... you're doing it the &lt;em&gt;WRONG&lt;/em&gt; way and a you're hazard to other drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-112868242292817259?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/112868242292817259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=112868242292817259&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112868242292817259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112868242292817259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/10/give-brakes-break.html' title='Give the Brakes a Break!'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-112852664263904763</id><published>2005-10-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:17:37.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Technology &amp; Insecurity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/1600/Satellite%20M50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/320/Satellite%20M50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5 minutes ago, my notebook encountered blue screen and physical memory dump. As I was halfway through typing in &lt;a href="http://join.msn.com/messenger/overview/"&gt;MSN messenger&lt;/a&gt;, I was like, "What happened?!?! Shit!" Then I proceeded to force shutdown the stupid machine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After rebooting, I thought to myself ~ &lt;em&gt;wah, need to backup my things liao&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My thoughts automatically go to all my pictures, emails &amp;amp; various data stored in the small little hard disk. Of course, I do have some of the data already backed up in CDs and another external HDD, but not very recently. The question now is: Is it enough? Is burning data to discs and copying them to another HDD enough? What if they fail too? What if the CD got scratched and the data in there cannot be retrieved? Should I burn 1 CD? 2 CDs? 3CDs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So insecure... and over what? Something as intangible as data. And all this intangible data brought on by what? Technology &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;... heheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-112852664263904763?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/112852664263904763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=112852664263904763&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112852664263904763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112852664263904763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/10/technology-insecurity.html' title='Technology &amp; Insecurity'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-112748868420575159</id><published>2005-09-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:26:48.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Seven Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gonna do my tag now... Ivan slept on time *hooray!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;7 things I plan to do before I die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Write a will, make sure my family can get my money fast rather than wait for years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) Get a tattoo of my children's names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) Quit my job and TRY to be a good SAHM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4) Travel the world with hubby, better still with my mother also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5) Blog more, so that when I'm no longer around my children can still get a piece of me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) Get out more for catch-ups time with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7) Tell everyone I love, that I love them thiiiiiiiiiiiiissssss much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;7 things I could do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Be a better mummy &amp; spend more time with Ivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) Be a better wife &amp;amp; spend more time with hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) Spend more time talking with baby #2 in my tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4) Be a better daughter to my mother &amp; stepdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5) Be a better sister to my brothers &amp;amp; sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) Be a better person &amp; do more good deeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7) Be more patient &amp;amp; stop cursing while driving to work in the mornings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;7 celebrity crushes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Sammi Cheng (like her songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) Bond (like their music)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) ei... very difficult to get these names leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4) can skip ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5) later only fill in can ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) just act like you never see this part lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7) ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;7 often repeated words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) shaddap / diam (to my colleague technicians)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) nia seng (to my colleague technicians)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) pain-pain ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4) baby want mum-mum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5) come mummy carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) be careful hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7) come mummy sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;7 physical traits I look for in the opposite sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) tall-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) meaty-ish (don't like anorexic men la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) hairy-ish legs (don't like pak cham kai (&lt;em&gt;Cantonese:hairless&lt;/em&gt;) la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4) strong arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5) big feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) nice smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7) great teeth (only trait hubby don't have leh... good what, he have 6 out of 7... LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;7 tags go to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.mybabybay.com/blog/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://evelynsaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zara's mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://reneereeve.myblogsite.com/"&gt;Janie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://shoppingmum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shopping Mum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://sabrina_vun.blogs.friendster.com/sabrina/"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://littleskywalker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Egghead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;All of the above, don't do it if you don't want to... and don't kill me when you read this. I'm a new blogger and don't know anyone else who hasn't done this meme *whimper whimper*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Done! Now I can pass up my homework to the people who tagged me... namely &lt;a href="http://babyyeeching.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jefferene&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/leehuisia/"&gt;Hui Sia&lt;/a&gt;... you happy now?!?! *hands on hips* heheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15910145-112748868420575159?l=sue-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/112748868420575159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15910145&amp;postID=112748868420575159&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112748868420575159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15910145/posts/default/112748868420575159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sue-sue.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-homework-my-tag.html' title='Seven Things'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16445412183020413554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15910145.post-112659389775769310</id><published>2005-09-13T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:17:16.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Sports Rims Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/1600/101_01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1852/1490/320/101_01922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is it with men and all things useless? What is it with men and sports rims, car stereos, useless upgrades and the likes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday, hubby sent my car to the workshop for service. When I met up with him after my checkup with the gynaecologist, he told me that he has ordered the technician to change my car's sports rims and tyres to one that costs more than RM3k. Now, I am a person who hates finding out things last, especially things that have to do with my family or me. Car tyres I can understand as it is wear and tear, but sports rims?!! So, I flew into a tantrum for these simple reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1) I dislike hubby being goaded into buying things that are not planned (he is easily talked into spending money)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2) I dislike hubby spending large amounts of money and not discussing with me beforehand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3) I do not see why he is reluctant to spend good money on a more expensive but better (maybe?) baby car seat when he can spend it in the blink of an eye on something like a set of sports rims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4) I do not see the need to change the car's sports rims when the current one is still functoning like a rim should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I sulked for half a day (hubby is a man of few words most times and very bad at pacifying me). When the sulking is done, being the person that I am, I asked myself, "&lt;em&gt;Did I over react? Should I have been a more supportive wife and let hubby indulge himself since he works hard for the money?&lt;/em&gt;" I can never get a satisfying answer for my own questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But one thing I do know. While we asked these questions, the men might also be asking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What is it with women and all things useless? 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