tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153557722009-07-16T09:53:45.912+08:00Neither Here Nor ThereWinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.comBlogger473125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-24749239455435136082009-07-15T02:26:00.007+08:002009-07-15T08:30:59.047+08:00Guess What?<strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm still awake!!!</span></strong> wheeeee life is great why sleep it off?<br /><br />So, I decided to microwave myself half a pack of maggi mee.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">*opened the fridge and took out the half eaten pack *</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">*curry laksa flavour , good!--> me thinks*</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">*filled an empty bowl with hot water straight from the thermo pot , half full*</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">*gently placed noodle the great inside the bowl and prayed for it to be yummy*</span></em><br /><br />by right ,the next step should goes <em><strong>*Heat the bestest instant noodle in the world in my all time favourite microwave*</strong> </em><br /><br />BUT , it went BY WRONG !! ...instead.....in-the-shitty-stead of what i shld be doing........<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>i i i i i i i i i </strong><br /><strong>i i i i i i i i i i</strong><br /><strong>i i i i i i i i i i i </strong><br /><strong>i i i i i i i i iiiiiiiii</strong></span><br /><br /><em><strong>*opened fridge & 'HEAT' the instant noodle in the fridge' </strong></em><br /><br /><strong>-.-</strong><br /><br />Not funny<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-2474923945543513608?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-33236090343471691572009-07-15T02:01:00.003+08:002009-07-15T02:18:16.872+08:00The pirate cat wants to know<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SlzIte0e2kI/AAAAAAAACOg/YpXH64WMNns/s1600-h/02072009(002).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358378340356905538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SlzIte0e2kI/AAAAAAAACOg/YpXH64WMNns/s400/02072009(002).jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Why his pretty mommy still not sleeping at this hour???</strong><br /><br />Last Friday i told my doctor abt having insomia hoping for sleeping pills, she gave me befriender's number. :) She asked to share my problems if i had no one to talk to/listen.<br /><br />I love Baiduri ! The best clinic ever!<br /><br />But I did not call la though i said i'll take the advice.. I have phobia talking to strangers. :P<br /><br />BTW, shiang sent me this music video - <strong>Cantonese Boy.<br /></strong><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bl64Bl8NfpU&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bl64Bl8NfpU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Check out <a href="http://larissalamblog.blogspot.com/">Larissa Lam </a>. Check out her other songs . She's goodzzzz.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-3323609034347169157?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-38282207437759578792009-07-07T08:41:00.002+08:002009-07-07T08:46:38.311+08:00Reece's Turning THREE today<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SlKaUVzLyvI/AAAAAAAACOY/9BJGNQYA4FM/s1600-h/20062009(019).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355512581136829170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SlKaUVzLyvI/AAAAAAAACOY/9BJGNQYA4FM/s400/20062009(019).jpg" border="0" /></a> she and her infamous 'laugh'<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-3828220743775957879?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-34136624827083757812009-07-03T13:24:00.002+08:002009-07-03T13:33:10.597+08:00Ugly Writings<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sk2W45CQpRI/AAAAAAAACOQ/gDmjcAr-ULU/s1600-h/03072009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101436140528914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sk2W45CQpRI/AAAAAAAACOQ/gDmjcAr-ULU/s400/03072009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">I'm a proud 'ugly writer'! i mean i have ugly writings.& i'm never shy to admit it is that bad:p</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">This is a photo of my writing and my boss' on an A4 paper. He was trying to explain me of something . </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">i think my ugly writing found a kawan. ....</div><div align="justify">of coz , mine still rank number 1 ugliest writings . me is proud.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-3413662482708375781?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-26696342041028323802009-07-02T23:45:00.002+08:002009-07-03T00:03:01.885+08:00my friend told meshe received a call on her handphone with a crying kid on the other end screaming 'mommy mommy , i'm lost... pls come and pick me up...~~~sob sob sob'<br /><br />she was shocked but she did not buy in the made-up tears coz....she got no kids. too bad mr. syndicate . better luck next time, wrong target. but pls la for ur own karma's sake can you not use innocent children as your bait?<br /><br />no, liucas is also not ur fish bait, dont even think of harming handsome-looking animal like my dear liucas.. go and rot in hell !!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-2669634204102832380?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-54741068761047610542009-07-02T10:11:00.003+08:002009-07-02T10:17:44.117+08:00again<p>I had weird dreams abt my ex co-workers again . 2 of 'em. cant remember the storyline tho.</p><p align="right">I cant help but wonder. why emotions exist even in our dreams</p><p align="left">I prefer to have a dreamless sleep it's just too tired to wander around when i'm supposed to be resting my overworked brain.:p</p><p align="right">And it's Friday again tommorow. I dont feel the excitement for Fridays anymore. </p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-5474106876104761054?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-22127374837888191692009-07-01T20:23:00.010+08:002009-07-01T22:09:00.250+08:00Speaking of FlexibilityI'm definitely not.<br /><br />But I'll try to be one, if it's no big deal and the subject matter is not important.....then no harm lor.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SktWXoHl9kI/AAAAAAAACOI/ozjuLp4yxwE/s1600-h/16052009(001).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353467545966212674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SktWXoHl9kI/AAAAAAAACOI/ozjuLp4yxwE/s320/16052009(001).jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">the prob here is !!!!!!!!</span></strong>I find it so difficult to deal with ppl who are completely rigid.<br /><p align="justify">I hate to hurt your feelings by the way i doubt i would want to do that to you. </p><p align="justify">Ini lah ceritanya...</p><p align="justify">you said to celebrate a friend's bday , i said ok.<br />you said to go dinner then straight to a club. i agreed.<br />you said to go in one car, i said i wanna drive myself there coz it's a friday nite i like my flexibility on my friday nite.<br />and you freaked. you said you dont understand why i wanna do that. <strong>Hello! issit a big deal????</strong><br />and you said if i think you all are boring, then lets scrap the plan and just do lunch. tamade..<br />then u went on and said is it that i own a ferrari? jaguar? thats why i do not wanna carpool with you all..? Niasing</p><p align="justify">Gimme a break! how many times i need to explain to you it's for my convenience sake? </p><p align="justify">Fine. Then i told you i invited my friends too . You said, who? you're ok with it but WHO? and that i shld ask the other 2 guys if it's ok to invite my friends.</p><p align="justify">Tamade again. it's a club hello? it's a public place. do i need to ask anyone's opinion to invite my friends to come over for a casual drink ? Do i really need to 'ask for permission'? or do you mean i need to 'inform'? </p><p align="justify"><strong>This blog post damn childish but i need to let it out. What if history repeats itself another day? how do i stretch my patience dealing with ppl like that? </strong></p><p align="justify">I swallow the bitter this time and again. I didnt tell her off. I must forgive her because she has a natural a bitchy character in her which she did not realise and it's not her fault. Yes i'm 2-faced but i do not wanna loose our friendship over someone's bday. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-2212737483788819169?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-25530991014839468182009-06-30T08:33:00.002+08:002009-06-30T08:38:09.319+08:00YESTERDAY NITEi dreamt of<br /><ul><li>my guy collegue promoting a new product by bio-essense.. </li><li>my ex-coll telling me of her change of career - being a babysitter in penang </li><li>and another ex-coll whom i do not know very well . she told me she's a slimming consultant now. </li><li>and some other mini dreams and random ppl</li></ul><p>how did all of them , ppl i'm not even close to , come into my dream?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-2553099101483946818?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-58573939667824520832009-06-29T21:04:00.012+08:002009-06-29T22:10:49.640+08:00Yes, i like . But No, not everydayif you ask me what i missed most of my mom's cooking i'd need 124123434 days to think abt it. <br /><br />my mom doesnt cook when we were younger. we paid for 'home-cooked food delivery' right to our doorstep. she's a working mom and i think it's cool. we still do sit-down lunch/dinner coz they'll make it a point to come home for lunch and dinner. my dad is very tradition he likes sit-down dinner . we were not allowed to watch tv during makan time. focus on the food , he said:p . nah , he didnt say that . he said 'do the right thing at the right time' -.- <br /><br />when we moved to kl we 1st lived next to my relatives. my grandpa/grandma/aunt /their maid etc will callout to us @ the fence during makan time or whenever they cooked something good. our fridge at home was used to store my aunt's veggies..haaa.. we only had instant noodles and eggs at home coz again , we dont cook. the only time we played chefs was, when we made cookies and cake, some kick-ass sushi and failed egg tarts. <br />.. <br />... <br />and we homemade our bread too when my mom bought a bread-making machine. <br /><br />frankly speaking, i prefer to eat out. i love my aunt's culinary skill she's the best chef i know so far, i esp love her laksa and curry puffs but still i do not like sit-down dinner on a daily basis. it's so rigid. <br /><br />thankfully my relatives are ok with us eating in front of the tv.....:p ( not enough seats ma) <br /><br />now that we moved further away from my relatives , we lagi dont cook! and i think it's perfectly fine coz i really dont fancy sit down meals EVERYDAY. i really like the idea of no cooking. <br />when i feel syok i'll boil soup , else i'll just eat microwaved food, tapao-ed food, simple food like bread and butter, junk-food ,frozen-food, simply-cook food....haaaa ya we have adopted the dicipline of 'freestyleeeee' <br /><br />the only time i miss home-cooked food was CNY Reunion dinner< 3!! ...and many times when the fragrance of belacan fried rice, hor-pau dan, sundays porridge of my neighbours' flewwwww into my house. (why the grass is always greener at the other end? why other ppl's food always taste better?) yeah but other than that! yay to minimal cooking . no need to wash. save water, no need to buy washing detergent and end up polluting our dear river.....:P <br /><br />ya i know i'm weird but i really like my freedom to eat and do whatever & whenever i want & i love it this way too much.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-5857393966782452083?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-53562736789529548422009-06-28T16:45:00.006+08:002009-06-28T20:42:12.965+08:00A very boring post...<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349331863117950994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sjyk_M7S8BI/AAAAAAAACNY/_qoGeVrxKpk/s400/20062009(007).jpg" border="0" /> <div align="justify"><strong>ON</strong> father's day wkend....we drove back to penang. Sucha long drive!! I was stopped over for speeding. the stooopid police wanted me to bribe him and my dad was ready to 'settle' for me. ( he even pulled out 5 fifty ringgit notes from his wallet :S ) </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I insist i WILL NOT contribute to that bugger's side-income . No means NO. and the result was, the 'responsible' policeman returned me my id cards & let me off with no summon ticket :D<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352199919367825698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SkbVeDDLKSI/AAAAAAAACNo/Z0sx5h7hIcg/s320/P1040849.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><strong>AND </strong>so we celebrated papa's day<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352199932453581058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SkbVezzD8QI/AAAAAAAACN4/4GV3o66TQE4/s320/P1040861.JPG" border="0" /><strong>FOR</strong> 3 daddies - my dad, reece's daddy and my cousins' daddy<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352199925201412834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SkbVeYyAouI/AAAAAAAACNw/nd40eO5A3gg/s320/P1040853.JPG" border="0" />Father's day is as important as Mother's day. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">It may be a nothing-to-do celebration but we must always make an effort to make it significant , for ppl who mean a lot to us. Understand moe, reece?</div><div align="center">:D</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-5356273678952954842?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-13648863143300125582009-06-26T13:35:00.002+08:002009-06-26T13:45:29.331+08:00Retail Theraphy<p>retail theraphy was my lunch partner because of unnecessary self-imposed stress! </p><p>parted with RM100.05 and got myself 2 stuff. a pair or dark grey wedges and a black top. </p><p>why is it that things which caught my interest using my low are dull colors? </p><p>youthhhhhfulness pls come back to me.....</p><p>argh why friday has to be so heavy.... whyyyyy???? </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-1364886314330012558?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-91922615306416857862009-06-20T08:20:00.004+08:002009-06-20T08:28:37.834+08:00Olympic @ Forever-21<div align="center">ET bought me something olympic not from the olympic event but forever 21.....</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SjwsQiuVU9I/AAAAAAAACNI/mFoeaPIFvmQ/s1600-h/30052009(002).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199120119976914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SjwsQiuVU9I/AAAAAAAACNI/mFoeaPIFvmQ/s400/30052009(002).jpg" border="0" /></a> TADAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!</div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199125247366242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SjwsQ10zFGI/AAAAAAAACNQ/hrJUPzA3dPc/s400/30052009.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-9192261530641685786?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-56002246866954722482009-06-19T21:31:00.008+08:002009-06-19T22:15:11.892+08:00F R I D A Y is...<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SjuVSU9r4qI/AAAAAAAACM4/BgDeDeULQ68/s1600-h/magnifying-glass+man.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349033124530217634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SjuVSU9r4qI/AAAAAAAACM4/BgDeDeULQ68/s400/magnifying-glass+man.gif" border="0" /></a> is when darkness turns into brightness..and you let out an uncertain relief.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">There are so many ups and down throughout an entire week i seriously do not know how should i feel for the wkend anymore.<br /></div><div align="justify">no wonder my emotional roller coaster is getting very bumpy these days. I wish i'm a Gooly sometimes.....the gooly who has the lawful rights/and legally authorized to , at any time of the day or nite or in his dreams, ask the most stooopid question in the whole universe and repeat 100th times of the same question but still no one would blame him ( except prolly, his mahmee-who's sometimes not very understanding lorrr) :0)</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349036704771725298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SjuYiuZx1_I/AAAAAAAACNA/up1oDOC-26E/s400/23052009(015).jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="justify">Yes Mr Goo, stop forking the cake !! look at me. listen to a mature sexy adult for once , understand?</p><p align="justify">I'm afraid to ask VERY stooopid questions. you may say no questions can be too stoopid but eh ppl judge you by the brainless things you say. you do not want to ruin your own life, reputation, career, social status ( konon) etc etc do you????? </p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>So tell me. When can i go back to the days when i 'm allowed to say the wrong thing at the wrong time or right thing at the wrong time ?</strong></span></p><p align="justify">When i'm leaning on my wheel chair feeling half dead right? sheshhh! KNS you</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-5600224686695472248?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-25685167418502997782009-06-17T13:29:00.001+08:002009-06-17T13:32:18.425+08:00I have a life songI'm sure i do.<br /><br />i wanna sing it out loud. but ......what's that song?<br /><br />wha'ts yours?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-2568516741850299778?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-28615692491024385382009-06-04T20:39:00.022+08:002009-06-04T22:16:05.483+08:00Do You Miss Liucas?<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SifCEEsrYHI/AAAAAAAACMw/HZ4X285yg2Y/s1600-h/01112008(003).jpg"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343452854892605026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SifCD4nrrmI/AAAAAAAACMg/5rAAhZl-G54/s400/10082008(001).jpg" border="0" />Shhhhh!!!! be quiet. </div><div align="center">His Majesty is happily dating sleeping beauties in his nightmare</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SifCD3SWbBI/AAAAAAAACMo/djGVFCrvatM/s1600-h/10082008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343452854534695954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SifCD3SWbBI/AAAAAAAACMo/djGVFCrvatM/s400/10082008.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oooooi Liucas !! Faster wake up and fulfill your doggie duties --><br /></div><ol><li><div align="center">attend to me rain or shine , thunder or storm</div></li><li><div align="center">cheer me up even in my foulest mood</div></li><li><div align="center">missing me for every breathe you take</div></li><li><div align="center">no one else can replace me but me</div></li><li><div align="center">never can be too tired to smile/smile back at me</div></li><li><div align="center">take pride in me no matter how useless i m</div></li><li><div align="center">trust no one but the unreliable me </div></li><li><div align="center">stand by me in rich or poor - in fact, you dont care</div></li><li><div align="center">willing to take on the waiting game in your doggie life ( waiting for me just for me) </div></li><li><div align="center">feels guilty and sorry no matter how i playfully 'accused/cheated' you<br /><br />i'm so blessed for you never thought otherwise of me<br />( i presume:P) hehe</div></li></ol><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">BUT hey!!!!</span></strong></p><p align="center">between food and me, would you pick 'me'?</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">. </p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">btw the food is SAI/SI/SHIT/BERAK</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>NOW</strong> come to mommy!!! nyek nyek nyek</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-2861569249102438538?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-37254937162784970782009-06-03T12:59:00.005+08:002009-06-03T13:24:21.252+08:00What I discovered in my Thai Goodie Bag!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SiYFCKWhs7I/AAAAAAAACMI/CAputvMMf7I/s1600-h/02062009(006).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963542618387378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SiYFCKWhs7I/AAAAAAAACMI/CAputvMMf7I/s400/02062009(006).jpg" border="0" /></a> my ah kua thai goodie bag! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963244989002786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SiYEw1mJtCI/AAAAAAAACLw/bKOGeUArunU/s400/02062009(008).jpg" border="0" /> item 1 - Lovely leng-leng wooden Butterfly earrings - made from bkk teak wood<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SiYExclefjI/AAAAAAAACMA/BaSWjt_sk8U/s1600-h/03062009(001).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963255455153714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SiYExclefjI/AAAAAAAACMA/BaSWjt_sk8U/s400/03062009(001).jpg" border="0" /></a> Very ngam my hao-por-4 fashion sense<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963241427710850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SiYEwoVEs4I/AAAAAAAACLg/ZJTMiuqWOV4/s400/02062009(004).jpg" border="0" /> item 2 -Ghost buster eye pad for sleep aid.( been wanting to get one. TQ:) )<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SiYExJACdjI/AAAAAAAACL4/bo-YdUSWQr8/s1600-h/02062009(021).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963250197853746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SiYExJACdjI/AAAAAAAACL4/bo-YdUSWQr8/s400/02062009(021).jpg" border="0" /></a> I woke up with swollen eyes the next day. ( today).<br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SiYEws7HLII/AAAAAAAACLo/Fr5cvqfDjvo/s1600-h/02062009(005).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963242660998274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/SiYEws7HLII/AAAAAAAACLo/Fr5cvqfDjvo/s400/02062009(005).jpg" border="0" /></a> i dunno how to demonstrate this.very cute. to hang my taisum & taifu?</div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Khob-kun-Krub</span></strong> <div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-3725493716278497078?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-17024107283002521962009-06-02T19:42:00.004+08:002009-06-02T20:53:50.269+08:00i wish i couldtake a year off.....<br />just to enjoy the simplicity just of life<br />savour the mixed fruits of my time-wasting 'hardwork'<br />travel around the cyber globe<br />bask into every minute of meaningful living<br />eat, hear, see, shit, sleep from a different perspectives<br />no having to worry about $-$ and the lack of it<br /><br />i know it will never come true,at least for me...<br />coz i dont work harder than you<br />but i DAYdream bigger than you<br /><br />now. back to the reality of the reality of the reality of the reality<br />and profusely i bleed...<br />coz it is so wakingly painful<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-1702410728300252196?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-25454607385303162962009-06-01T22:10:00.002+08:002009-06-04T21:41:01.036+08:00From My Phone-Cammy Of View :<div align="center"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340521222821782722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1XwcG6JMI/AAAAAAAACLI/qogIYD-fQ8Q/s400/16052009(005).jpg" border="0" /></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Hello Kat how are you, I wanna abuse you</strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1XwuyeVfI/AAAAAAAACLY/0v6OCp-Wxuw/s1600-h/16052009(010).jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340521227836347890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1XwuyeVfI/AAAAAAAACLY/0v6OCp-Wxuw/s400/16052009(010).jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> Reece getting playful with the Teru, never was in her tiny mind that Cats are... the evil-est</span><br /></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1XwmVGcPI/AAAAAAAACLQ/3vo_WJB7_Wo/s1600-h/16052009(007).jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340521225565663474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1XwmVGcPI/AAAAAAAACLQ/3vo_WJB7_Wo/s400/16052009(007).jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Come on lets play hide and seek with me </span><br /></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1XwMin1SI/AAAAAAAACLA/5ks6-cj-w_U/s1600-h/DSC00260.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340521218643055906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1XwMin1SI/AAAAAAAACLA/5ks6-cj-w_U/s400/DSC00260.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Learning to smile the RIGHT way</span><br /></strong><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1Xv2xqmiI/AAAAAAAACK4/BROxLQT6nTI/s1600-h/DSC00251.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340521212800571938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1Xv2xqmiI/AAAAAAAACK4/BROxLQT6nTI/s400/DSC00251.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> Chinese-Malaysian kiddo, modelling the hottest summer collection of Baju Kurung<br /></strong><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1W0_weWLI/AAAAAAAACKw/oHVacKM8Wiw/s1600-h/27102008(003).jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340520201599211698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1W0_weWLI/AAAAAAAACKw/oHVacKM8Wiw/s400/27102008(003).jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Mos pork Burger and a Porky sausage mouth</span><br /></strong><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1W0jIYGeI/AAAAAAAACKo/ofasrcek_PQ/s1600-h/26042009.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340520193914837474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1W0jIYGeI/AAAAAAAACKo/ofasrcek_PQ/s400/26042009.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">DARK CHOCOLATE!!! Thanks Babe for your buah-tangan which you never get to taste</span><br /></strong><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1W0qxe26I/AAAAAAAACKg/EHrV2UxSAKM/s1600-h/25042009.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340520195966294946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1W0qxe26I/AAAAAAAACKg/EHrV2UxSAKM/s400/25042009.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Sinful yum yum discovered @ Delicious</span><br /></strong><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1W0eoS8CI/AAAAAAAACKY/CbGsBg9drSI/s1600-h/16052009(003).jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340520192706539554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1W0eoS8CI/AAAAAAAACKY/CbGsBg9drSI/s400/16052009(003).jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Angelic moment of Teru</span><br /></strong><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1W0OJprEI/AAAAAAAACKQ/14bTLUqAlMo/s1600-h/22112008(002).jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340520188283038786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1W0OJprEI/AAAAAAAACKQ/14bTLUqAlMo/s400/22112008(002).jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Jay, getting older and older and older....</span><br /></strong><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1QpeTyvfI/AAAAAAAACKI/MdmAupcvgTk/s1600-h/22112008.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340513406572215794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1QpeTyvfI/AAAAAAAACKI/MdmAupcvgTk/s400/22112008.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> Ha-Ha Liucas! are you a clown in your past life?</span><br /></strong><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1QpchbWqI/AAAAAAAACKA/-2zq-_36GOc/s1600-h/30042009(004).jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340513406092532386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1QpchbWqI/AAAAAAAACKA/-2zq-_36GOc/s400/30042009(004).jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Starbucks Merchadise on sale. only one belongs to me myself and MINE</span><br /></strong><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1QpCPBpjI/AAAAAAAACJ4/HmKDh-Qgud4/s1600-h/30042009.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340513399036028466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1QpCPBpjI/AAAAAAAACJ4/HmKDh-Qgud4/s400/30042009.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">RM15 / Tumbler</span> .<br /></strong><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1Qoo4J9cI/AAAAAAAACJo/04aEOwOpKDA/s1600-h/17052009(035).jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340513392229217730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1Qoo4J9cI/AAAAAAAACJo/04aEOwOpKDA/s400/17052009(035).jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">RISE ,WINN!! & SHINE!</span><br /></strong><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1PG4aRhDI/AAAAAAAACJg/Pr4AlghPWhc/s1600-h/14052009.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340511712771671090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1PG4aRhDI/AAAAAAAACJg/Pr4AlghPWhc/s400/14052009.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">In love with mushroom pizza at Vivo...I wanna eat you again</span><br /></strong><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1PGh0sdRI/AAAAAAAACJQ/iA_6P-CZzNE/s1600-h/22052009(007)_2.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340511706708473106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1PGh0sdRI/AAAAAAAACJQ/iA_6P-CZzNE/s400/22052009(007)_2.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Shoes-shopping is written in my job scope , career goal and life objective</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340511707886472578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1PGmNjTYI/AAAAAAAACJY/sBdgO74zt-w/s400/22052009(010)_2.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;">I scatched and stained my black wedges in less than 2 weeks time. We are not meant to be. </span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1PGIimIDI/AAAAAAAACJA/pFo3-nKjwG0/s1600-h/08052009(001).jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340511699921674290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1PGIimIDI/AAAAAAAACJA/pFo3-nKjwG0/s400/08052009(001).jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Traffic light colleagues. I only know one of them</span> </strong><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1MA3ASlOI/AAAAAAAACIo/MJUIye2xYEk/s1600-h/20052009(001).jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340508310780155106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1MA3ASlOI/AAAAAAAACIo/MJUIye2xYEk/s400/20052009(001).jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Breakfast Martini is bitter! Why is it 'Breakfast?' I can never imagined a bitterly breakfast!</span><br /></strong><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1MAqBXjAI/AAAAAAAACIg/ehpi7CiAR4o/s1600-h/16052009(013).jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340508307295013890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1MAqBXjAI/AAAAAAAACIg/ehpi7CiAR4o/s400/16052009(013).jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">She likes to be elephant-ed</span><br /></strong><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1MAdma3tI/AAAAAAAACIY/OHtf-Pl1ga0/s1600-h/22052009(002).jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340508303960760018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/Sh1MAdma3tI/AAAAAAAACIY/OHtf-Pl1ga0/s400/22052009(002).jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> </strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Recipe book for the lazy cook.<br />Daph said this is THE kind of book for me myself and yours truly.</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-2545460738530316296?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-6153956056739007772009-04-24T18:06:00.003+08:002009-04-24T18:18:53.843+08:00NO UPDATE NO UPDATE NO UPDATEsorrysorry no update. nothing. kosong. zero. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">blank0!</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br />noticed some friends are following me on twitter...but the thing is, i forgot my twitter acc/password! so furkids and friends, i'll try....to recall...rewind....refresh....retwit....<br /><br />pls help to pick my lazee bones and dump away....wld u???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-615395605673900777?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-56047114187790455912009-04-05T23:28:00.010+08:002009-04-07T23:09:23.541+08:00This is sad....<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/380IX6sUfl8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/380IX6sUfl8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />My dad called and told me to watch this child abuse video clip at you tube ( it happened recently). He said he feels very upset to watch the helpless toddler <a href="http://news.asiaone.com/News/AsiaOne%2BNews/Singapore/Story/A1Story20090403-132879.html">being kicked & stepped on</a> by the maid when all she wanted was to go wee-wee. He started imagining that toddler was reece ( his grand daughter/my niece) as reece is abt the same height and has exactly the same hairstyle -__-".<br /><br />This is so sick! Why are there so many abuses in this world? they are happening everywhere even as we speak. spouse-abuse, maid-abuse, animal-abuse, environment -abuse etc etc ....Is this a cycle or what? Isnt it saddening when you think about it? What's the point of humans being the smartest species when we're also the biggest bullies in the whole wide world! Shame on you, humans! What a shame! </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-5604711418779045591?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-20852555955395384292009-04-03T03:50:00.008+08:002009-04-03T05:27:34.118+08:00Come April<div align="justify">3rd April </div><ul><li><div align="justify">I got no plans for April at all. I grown out of April's Fool. Strangely Cheng Meng is what i'm looking forward now.</div></li><li><div align="justify">I've decided against Manado (Indonesia) in May though we've pre-booked (AA zero fare)/paid for the flight tickets last year...I figured there's nothing much to do since i'm not a diver? Already taken 3 days off for Krabi in Jan/Feb and another 3 days for BKK Feb/March, not enough meh? No need to work arh???? So rich meh ? Do i really need a break every 1-2 mths? *knocks self with char kwoy teow (rhymes???)*</div></li><li><div align="justify">Since me surrendered, obviously he's not going as well, then another she calls it a quit too..and another guy suddenly decided not to go due to personal reason. Damn!! 5 tickets = RM1,300 gone to waste! With dumb travellers like us, Air Asia is certainly recession proof. </div></li><li><div align="justify">A-mei's concert was superb. Finally my dream came true...been wanting to go to her concert since college days. She's greatSssss beyond words. It's the best concert i've ever been to! A-mei wo ai ni jiu-jiu!!</div></li><li><div align="justify">Lets seee....what else.</div></li><li><div align="justify">Was in Pavillion for dinner on monday night and FORGOTTEN WHERE I PARKED MY CAR!!! Then we saw this pakcik sitting around in his buggy waiting for passengers . I thought it's a free carpark drop-off service courtesy of the mall . When we finally found my car, the Pakcik said <span style="color:#993399;">' Dua Ringgit untuk drop off ' </span>-____- why is everything so friggin' expensive in Pavillion. It's like you cant go to pavillion with an empty pocket! Money money , are you god? no! you're but honey bunny....(ok. lame..)</div></li><li><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">I MISS BangKoK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Bangkok, do you miss me? *biting fingers & stressfully flipping my bank account booklet*</span></div></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-2085255595539538429?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-14252022141962398632009-03-31T23:14:00.013+08:002009-04-01T00:09:14.007+08:00Parents..are the greatest. Please be more than nice to themI'm sorry for those who cant read Chinese..<br />Got this from my cousin.It makes me teary everytime i read it..I have my dad in mind whenever i read this ..He's getting old,I'm scared.When i do the math, i' m scared. When other ppl give/address him that 'grandfather/old man' look, i'm frus..and then i realised..he's no longer young, no longer goes for his Sunday golf, no longer our 'capenter' at home, no longer our 'gardener' at home, no longer yell at us, no longer hot-temper,no longer adventurous when it comes to food, no longer likes travelling,....deep down, I'm sure he's scared too. It's utmost painful to watch your parents age. The most painful thing in life ever :(<br /><br />' Have you ever given a sincere thought about your parents? Or do you only miss them when you need a breather in life? '<br /><br />Oh the guilt!!!!<br /><br /><br />媳婦說: 「 煮淡一點妳就嫌沒有味,現在煮鹹一點妳卻說咽不下,妳究竟想怎麼樣 ?」<br />母親一見兒子回來,二話不說便把飯菜往咀裡送。<br />她怒瞪他一眼。<br />兒子試了一口,馬上吐出來,<br />兒子說:「 我不是說過了嗎,媽有病不能吃太鹹!」<br />「 那好!媽是你的,以後由你來煮!」 媳婦怒氣沖沖地回房。<br />兒子無奈地輕嘆一聲,然後對母親說:<br />「 媽,別吃了,我去煮個麵給妳。」<br />「 仔,你是不是有話想跟媽說,是就說好了,別憋在心裡!<br />「 媽,公司下個月升我職,我會很忙,至於老婆,她說很想出來工作,所以 ....」<br />母親馬上意識到兒子的意思: 「 仔,不要送媽去老人院。」<br />聲音似乎在哀求。<br />兒子沉默片刻,他是在尋找更好的理由。<br />「 媽,其實老人院並沒有甚麼不好, 妳知道老婆一但工作, 一定沒有時間好好服侍妳。<br />老人院有吃有住有人服侍照顧,不是比在家裡好得多嗎?」<br />「可是,阿財叔他 ....」<br />洗了澡,草草吃了一碗速食麵,兒子便到書房去。<br />他茫然地佇立於窗前,有些猶豫不決。<br />母親年輕便守寡,含辛茹苦將他撫養成人,供他出國讀書。<br />但她從不用年輕時的犧牲當作要脅他孝順的籌碼,<br />反而是妻子以婚姻要脅他!<br />真的要讓母親住老人院嗎? 仔問自己,他有些不忍。<br />「 可以陪你下半世的人是你老婆,難道是你媽嗎?」 阿財叔的兒子總是這樣提醒他<br />「 你媽都這麼老了,好命的話可以活多幾年, 為何不趁這幾年好好孝順她呢? 樹欲靜而風不息,子欲養而親不在啊 !」 親戚總是這樣勸他。<br />兒子不敢再想下去,深怕自己真的會改變初衷。<br /><br />夕晚,太陽收斂起灼熱的金光,躲在山後憩息。<br />一間建在郊外山崗的一座貴族老人院。<br />是的,錢用得越多,兒子才心安理得。<br />當兒子領著母親步入大廳時, 嶄新的電視機,42吋的螢幕正播放著一部喜劇,但觀眾一點笑聲也沒有。<br />幾個衣著一樣,髮型一樣的老嫗歪歪斜斜地坐在梳化上, 神情呆滯而有一個老人在自言自語, 有個正緩緩彎下腰,想去撿掉在地上的一塊餅乾吃。<br />兒子知道母親喜歡光亮, 所以為她選了一間陽光充足的房間。<br />從窗口望出去,樹蔭下,一片芳草如茵。<br />幾名護士推著坐在輪椅的老者在夕陽下散步,<br />四周悄然寂靜得令人心酸。<br /><br />縱是夕陽無限好,畢竟已到了黃昏,他心中低低嘆息。<br />「 媽,我........我要走了 !」<br />母親只能點頭。<br />他走時,母親頻頻揮手, 她張著沒有牙的嘴,<br />蒼白乾燥的咀唇在囁嚅著,一副欲語還休的樣子。<br />兒子這才注意到母親銀灰色的頭髮,<br />深陷的眼窩以及打著細紋臉。 母親,真的老了!<br /><br />他霍然記起一則兒時舊事。<br />那年他才6歲,母親有事回鄉,不便攜他同行,<br />於是把他寄住在阿財叔家幾天。<br />母親臨走時, 他驚恐地抱著母親的腿傷心大聲號哭道:「 媽媽不要丟下我!媽媽不要走!」<br />最後母親沒有丟下他。<br />他連忙離開房間,順手把門關上,不敢回頭,<br />深恐那記憶像鬼魅似地追纏而來。 他回到家, 妻子與岳母正瘋狂的把母親房裡的一切扔個不亦樂乎。 身高3呎的獎杯── 那是他小學作文比賽「我的母親」第1名的勝利品!<br />華英字典── 那是母親整個月省吃省用所買給他的第一份生日禮物!<br />還有母親臨睡前要擦的風濕油, 沒有為她擦,帶去老人院又有甚麼意義呢?<br />「 夠了,別再扔了!」兒子怒吼道。<br />﹝這麼多垃圾,不把它扔掉,怎麼放得下我的東西﹞。岳母沒好氣地說。<br />「 就是嘛!你趕快把你媽那張爛床給抬出去, 我明天要為我媽添張新的 !」<br />一堆童年的照片展現在兒子眼前, 那是母親帶他到動物園和遊樂園拍的照片。<br />「 它們是我媽的財產,一樣也不能丟!」<br />「 你這算甚態度?對我媽這麼大聲,我要你向我媽道歉!」<br />「 我娶妳就要愛妳的母親, 為甚麼妳嫁給我就不能愛我的母親? 」<br />雨後的黑夜分外冷寂,街道蕭瑟,行人車輛格外稀少。<br />一輛寶馬在路上飛馳,頻頻闖紅燈,陷黃格, 呼一聲又飛馳而過。<br />那輛轎車一路奔往山崗上的那間老人院, 停車直奔上樓,推開母親臥房的門。<br />他幽靈似地站著,母親正撫摸著風濕痛的雙腿低泣。<br />她見到兒子手中正拿著那瓶風濕油,<br />顯然感到安慰的說: 「 媽忘了帶,幸好你拿來! 」<br />他走到母親身邊,跪了下來。<br />「 很晚了,媽自己擦可以了,你明天還要上班,回去吧!」<br />他囁嚅片刻,終於忍不住啜泣道 :<br />「媽,對不起,請原諒我!我們回家去吧 !」<br /><br />~~後語~~<br />隨著自己愈長大,<br />看著父母親臉龐從年輕變憔悴,<br />頭髮從烏絲變白髮,動作從迅捷變緩慢,多心疼!<br />父母親總是將最好、最寶貴的留給我們,<br />像蠟燭不停的燃燒自己,照亮孩子!<br />而我呢? 有沒有騰出一個空間給我的父母,<br />或者只是在當我需要停泊岸時,<br />才會想起他們厖<br />其實父母親要的真的不多,<br />只是一句隨意的問候:爸、媽,你們今天好嗎?」<br />隨意買的宵夜,煮一頓再普通不過的晚餐,<br />睡前幫他們盖盖被子, 天冷幫他們添衣服、戴手套厖<br />都能讓他們高興溫馨很久。<br />有時,我常在想:我希望我的子女以後如何對我。<br />那現在,我有沒有如此對待我的父母?<br />我相信,人是環環相扣的; 現在,你如何對待你的父母;<br />以後,你的子女就如何待你。<br />朋友,人世間最難報的就是父母恩,<br />願我們都能:以反哺之心奉敬父母,以恩之心孝順父母!<br /><br />~共勉之~<br />生命不要求我們成為最好的,只要求我們作最大的努力!<br />老人安養院牆上發現的一篇文章 孩子!當你還很小的時候,<br />我花了很多時間,教你慢慢用湯匙、用筷子吃東西。<br />教你繫鞋帶、扣扣子、溜滑梯、教你穿衣服、梳頭髮、擰鼻涕。<br />這些和你在一起的點點滴滴,是多麼的令我懷念不已。<br />所以,當我想不起來,接不上話時,<br />請給我一點時間,等我一下, 讓我再想一想厖極可能最後連要說什麼,我也一併忘記。<br />孩子! 你忘記我們練習了好幾百回, 才學會的第一首娃娃歌嗎?<br />是否還記得每天總要我絞盡腦汁, 去回答不知道你從哪裡冒出來的嗎?<br />所以,當我重覆又重覆說著老掉牙的故事, 哼著我孩提時代的兒歌時,體諒我。<br />讓我繼續沉醉在這些回憶中吧! 切望你,也能陪著我閒話家常吧!<br />孩子,現在我常忘了扣扣子、繫鞋帶。 吃飯時,會弄髒衣服,梳頭髮時手還會不停的抖,<br />不要催促我,要對我多一點耐心和溫柔, 只要有你在一起,就會有很多的溫暖湧上心頭。<br />孩子!如今,我的腳站也站不穩,走也走不動。<br />所以,請你緊緊的握著我的手,陪著我,慢慢的。<br />就像當年一樣,我帶著你一步一步地走。<br />若為人子女也不懂得如何體諒他們, 那他們便只能於痛苦中渡過餘生,黑暗中逝去....<br /><br />請把此文章轉發給您的朋友,<br />讓他們知道家人才是最重要的。<br />父母一生卻只有一個.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-1425202214196239863?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-68202901397993792522009-03-25T00:14:00.007+08:002009-03-25T01:02:05.404+08:00Xiao S = Funny!Found this @ youtube.<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNYkAy0P-gA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNYkAy0P-gA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />The host 小s <em>(Xiao S) was</em> so so so funny!!! She was demo-ing how she -a runway model who sprained her legs multiple times would react to emergency...?so full of crap but i love her humour!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-6820290139799379252?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-91025496880121057772009-03-23T22:22:00.003+08:002009-03-23T22:43:51.674+08:00Besar Kepala Udang<div>I was so gung-ho to cook fresh veges to eat at home for dinner.<br />After cutting sebatang big fat carrots into cubes.. i placed them into a smaller bowl filled with fresh water to rinse...<br /><br />guess what i threw into my pot not long after ?????<br /><br />THE dirty water i used to rinse my carrots!!!! instead of the carrots!!!!<br /><br /><strong>-.-</strong><br /><br />______________________<br /><br />but i'm glad i'm not the only one..:p<br /><br />gooly's mama and me are sama bangsa.... :<br /><br /><em>'once i bukak nescafe 3 in 1, and pour the contents into the tong sampah. The packet i put in my cup. Bah!'</em><br /><br />buwahhahahahaha! Looks like it!!!!! she's more big-head-prawn than me! Confirmed!<br /><br />______________________<br /><br />I forgot to bring my phone to work the other day. ( Yes again....)<br /><br />my colleague commented: ' You remind me of one of my friends, she is very forgetful ; she could forget about everything but never her dog!!!!!'</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316393388348582898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE7svDpsazU/ScefnobAq_I/AAAAAAAACHI/aDAMLvO4nc4/s400/P1110931.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">'pink kor took ngo bui jek</span>'</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-9102549688012105777?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15355772.post-22624915263332388422009-03-17T16:38:00.008+08:002009-03-17T20:58:46.764+08:00Tuesday : Stunts You SHLD NOT Perform On The Road<div align="justify">This morning, I came out from my car after having my car professionally parked @ the basement holding an empty can on my right hand and hair clip on another.<br /><br />I walked to the dusbin. Guess which one i threw away.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">MY HAIR CLIP!!!!!!!!!!!! -.- !!!!!</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(reminds you of a thai ad right? hahaa ya it happens!!)</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">i paused for a while to recollect my thoughts..haih! suan le pah!</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">*****************</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> know doing the followings can be dangerous but ...but somehow, i did the below stunts while driving / waiting @ the traffic lights (Kids, pls DO NOT attempt)</span><br /><br />1) changed my shoes. from flip-flop to heels, heels to flip-flop. old shoes to new shoes<br />2) changed baju..(slipped on the new clothes over the one you're currently wearing, then showhow slip the old one down from your bottom )<br />3) drink<br />4) eat . ohhhhya one time i tried eating nasi lemak with a spoon & mcD porridge..muahhah. oh and drank soup from a plastic bag at the traffic light once!( thats all ok i never crack crab shells or or eat lala on the road )<br />5) make-ups....but i never go beyond pressed powder.<br />6) Oh ya i rubbed off my nail colors with my nail-polish remover & cotton balls yesterday...<br />7) light reading ( useless brochures, point-form reading materials, i think read from my laptop one time while waiting @ the traffic light)<br />8) pat liucas..<br />9)sneeze <-----i hate sneezing in the car but i cannot help it. whenever i sneeze my whole system shuts down immediately & i had to shut my eyes for split sec ! i'm glad i'm still alive. 10) ...cannot remember. hopefully no more stunts. must focus on driving. <strong>Jalan-raya adalah yang terdangerous !!</strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Ta, i'm going home soon!!!!! =)</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15355772-2262491526333238842?l=sapturn.blogspot.com'/></div>Winnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785402155857373004noreply@blogger.com10