<?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-2328756659846284202</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:28:23.614+08:00</updated><category term='daily rants'/><title type='text'>moy's little words</title><subtitle type='html'>..when voice fades into words..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6153459433484964011</id><published>2009-09-22T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:54:23.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Hols Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;First of all, I would like to wish my friends and readers a happy Eid-ul-Fitr. Whatever wrong doings I've done for this past year, please do fogive me as I extend my humbleness to apologize. Ok. Enough of being goodie and all that - let's get to the updates part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I flew to Miri on the 15th evening and because it's festive season, it was normal to have my flight delayed - by half an hour. And I was bored, really. Eventually, I reached Miri safe and sound just nearby midnight. And I knocked out straight after I arrived at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The next day, I woke up sort of early and helped my mum a bit with some house chores. After shower, I went to my grandparents' house and meet up with my Auntie Cilla. Yeah, the whole family was happy to see me as I didn't join them for Raya since 2007. I went with Auntie Cilla for her daily chores - going to banks, picked up her kids from school, last minute shopping and etc.&amp;nbsp; In the evening, we (me, my mum and sis) got ready to pick up my brother who flew from Sabah. We went out straight for break of fast buffet in Imperial Hotel - but the food wasn't nice at all. It wasn't the price worth paying for, seriously. And oh, we all went with my mum's boyfriend. Yes, my mum has a boyfriend of 8 years relationship - but I only met him twice during the 8 years. He's closer to my younger sister than me and my bro - probably because we were, and we are rebellious. And short-tempered and sarcastic too. In short, I knocked out early than usual that night, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;17th Sept - Me and my bro officially became housemaids. We cleaned half the house&amp;nbsp; which includes the main living room and the leisure room. It sounded easy, right? But oh dear, we were really tired till we didn't wake up for break of fast - from an evening nap it became a long sleep till the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;18th Sept - Last minute Raya shopping. My younger siblings did their shopping lavishly as each of them was given about rm400 each to spend for raya. As for me, I have to refrain myself as I have things to pay for - I didn't want to be out of budget towards end of the month. But I did buy something for myself - a black leather handbag. It was equally worth the price to pay for. Nothing much, not a very expensive Guess or Gucci bag - just a Marie Claire. But I love it, and I'm happy I bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;19th Sept - Last minute shopping in the morning. Oh, and also went to Miri Plaza to look for Hubby's gift. I decided to spend a bit of cash for Hubby as I never bought anything for him - he never did let me buy anything for him. And that makes me feel bad all the time. Since I'm without him in Miri, I can buy what he needed the most. No Hubby, I won't tell what I bought for you in this blog - don't think I'm that careless, ok. *LOL* Let the suspense gets to your nerves. Had a silly argument with my mum at the complexe about when Raya is going to be. I picked 20th and she chose 21st. That night, she lost. Luckily we were done with the whole house-cleaning by evening - obviously without my mum's help. Come on, she's the Madame and we're the maids, if you get what I mean. My mum is never pumped when it comes to doing house-chores. She needs a maid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;20th Sept - First day of Raya. Lots of family pictures taken. And oh, guess what? I received "Duit Raya"!! Hahaha. I didn't expect that since the elders were all agreed to exclude me this year since I am a working adult now. But I did get some though. *LOL* Not much - just a little more than RM200. And I spent half of it in the evening for a pair of jeans and some other stuffs. One word - happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First day of Raya was spent visiting my mum's friends. All of the houses we visited were of her friends. Not a fun thing to do. But my ex-schoolmates did come to my house late in the evening. Thanks for coming, guys. And girls. It was a pleasure to meet up after a few years.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;21st Sept - My mum's birthday. And 2nd day of Raya. Went out with my other half, Amoi, to visit some of our friends. Made up a list of 10 names to visit - but only manage to visit not more than 3 of them. Will continue today, I guessed. And oh, a lot of pictures taken. Not going to upload them here. Again, I slept early last night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm unsure what to do today. I know I need to give back the handphone charger to Auntie Cilla. I want to go out visiting again, but so far no plans were told to me. Plus, it's still early for visiting - it's only 9.50 am now. I bet my friends are still snoring in beds, and I haven't even brush my teeth, left alone taking shower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can say, so far this year's Raya is one of the best I've had after a long few years. Right, I need to puff some smoke now, else I'll be in bed back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Pictures will be uploaded by end of this week into my Facebook. Y'all can grab the pictures from my album, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-6153459433484964011?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6153459433484964011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6153459433484964011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6153459433484964011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6153459433484964011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-hols-updates.html' title='Hari Raya Hols Updates'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-8260140433656983257</id><published>2009-09-12T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:35:01.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week without Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a week now since Hubby left for his training abroad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;The TMnet guys will only fix the line and the net to the apartment next coming weeks, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the first few days, we thought it was okay to send messages through SMS to each other. Until last night, it somehow hit Hubby's mind – how much does one SMS cost each of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me, it only costs me about 5-7 cents per SMS sent to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for him, his rate is way more expensive depending on where he is about. While in France, it will cost him RM1 per SMS, and today he's going to be in Canada and it will cost him RM2 per SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we decided not to message each other – worried in case he exceeds his company's mobile bill. I think it exceeded already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think he's enjoying himself pretty much in those 2 countries. I bet he took a lot of pictures too and for now I know, he is bringing 2 bottles of wine as a gift from France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for me, I can say I'm totally bored since Hubby left. I go to work as usual and when I got back home, I fix myself dinner, watch some TV and go to bed earlier than before – just to kill time, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is my first weekend without Hubby. It's only Saturday but I almost committed suicide out of boredom. Not that I'm serious, hell no! I'm just exaggerating, that's all but yes – I am bored to death. I have so much of time of doing nothing till I actually cleaned this apartment spick and span. I even cleaned my room even though I have cleaned it a few days ago. I washed the toilet. I washed my curtains. I did my laundry. Oh, this is the lamest part – I had so much of time till I learnt how to apply eyeliner on my upper eyelids, finally! And I looked better when I have eyeliner applied on both upper and lower lids instead of only lower lids. And when I put on my new grey coloured lenses, I looked different. I looked like a lady. That's a surprise to give to Hubby when he picks me up from KLIA this coming 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;And out of boredom, I was blessed tonight. I didn't believe I just cracked a password of someone's wifi – totally out of the blue and out of my blurriness. I think, maybe God pitied me for not being able to do anything the whole day so he just gave me a password. For once after a long time, I thanked Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking forward for 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; September to see my Hubby. And both of us are absolutely looking forward for 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; of October, Friday. We're going out for a real date just to release the one-month missing each other syndrome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;And somehow, now I know how lonely my mom feels all these years without having anyone by her side, especially after her children left to pursue their dreams. I need to get my mom married to someone before all of us are not there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is how my brother feels too – lonely without having any friends or a girlfriend by his side – his friends are either busy with games or their own girlfriends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;I miss Hubby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-8260140433656983257?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8260140433656983257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=8260140433656983257&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/8260140433656983257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/8260140433656983257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-week-without-hubby.html' title='First week without Hubby'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6287536221334695411</id><published>2009-08-27T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:04:19.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I envy those who are born into more-than-medium families - in short; rich kids. Seriously, I really envy those lucky kids. I'm not complaining about me being born into a normal yet simple family but hey, I'm still a human being. So I get the right to be jealous, don't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me just give you an example of these luck-kids. Oh, I just created the word from a combination of "lucky" and "kids" hence, luck-kids. Anyway, back to the main road – my cousin is one of these luck-kids. Ever since she was born, she was gifted with everything a girl could possibly imagine. Toys, parties, vacations to wherever and so on. When she was a teenager, she was blessed with being popular, being liked and loved, mingled around with popular kids, study overboard (since the family had to transfer to Holland due to the father's obligation to work), vacation around Europe, designer bags, designer clothes, designer watches, designer-whatever-you-can-think-of. And teenagers also need parties, and she got loads of them. She went to parties and held up parties. After a few years overseas, the family came back to their old house – and renovated it to a bigger one full of expensive items and furniture. The least expensive would be from Ikea, I would say. She got her driving license and right away she got a car from the father. Her purse was never empty. Her popularity is still there, and I know most of the youths in Miri at that time (or even now) know her. At least, they know her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember of her showing to me her personal Swatch watches collection. Name any of the designs or models – she would have it. And all of them are originals, not Chinatown made. The family would go to K.L during weekends just for shopping spree. You can say that KL is like their second home. She got heaps of handbags, shoes, heels, clothes – she can just open another small factory outlet store for those. Basically, she lives like a real princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;She got married a few years back. Even her wedding was sponsored by the parents. A lush and beautiful wedding and all were invited. I wasn't there as I was still in a semester, counting the days for final exams. But from the DVD my grandma showed me, the wedding ceremony was extravagant. Everything was on the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then after a few months, she gave birth to a baby girl. Even that, the parents paid for her medical fees and such. Last I heard, she is still living under-one-roof with the parents in the big bungalow with all her family expenses are on the parents. Even the baby's milk, diapers, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, if that kind of life is to be compared to mine – mine is shitty. And everyone keeps on telling me things which for now I think are shitty too. Yes, yes I know people will tell me that I'm blessed to be brighter than the others in the family; or that I am lucky to be going through life the hard way as so that I get to learn all the crooks in living life. Wait a minute, what is so lucky to be going through life the hard way? Ok, I admit I am lucky for once, I have loved ones around me – my mom, my siblings, my family, Hubby and some good-for-keep friends too. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then, being in my shoes are not exactly wonderful. Not like sitting on a merry-go-round and just enjoy yourself without having to think or worry about anything. People would usually think of silly things like where shall I eat today, what I shall eat today, what to spend today, where to shop today, where and who to hang out with today...blah-blah-blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is what I have in my mind every single day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#1.  &lt;strong&gt;Money:&lt;/strong&gt; Would I have enough money till the end of the month? How can save more? Fuck, I had to spend money on unnecessary things that came up along the way towards the end of the month; hence I don't have savings yet. How to pay for this? How to compensate for that? How to cut down on budget? Where to eat to save? What to eat to save? Can I just not eat anything except for some Jacob's crackers and plain water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#2.  &lt;strong&gt;Work:&lt;/strong&gt; I think I have blurted out a lot about this one. So, I'm going to the next instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#3.  &lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; To tell you the truth, 24-hours is not enough for me. Morning till evening, I am at work. To go back from work, it takes about 2 hours to be stuck in the traffic. Half an hour allocated for meals. Reach home; I have to feed the kittens, clean up the house if the kittens had messed it up, do the laundry, and other chores. I end up going to bed feeling tired all over – mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#4.  &lt;strong&gt;Money issue, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you believe it if I tell you that I don't hang out with friends? You know, like a weekend's night gathering – I don't do that stuff. That's because I'm trying to catch up on relaxing myself all the time. Even nowadays, I have noticed that I don't pay enough attention to Hubby as before – which made me realize that this would lead to bad circumstances. I am more to the listening part rather than the chit-chatting part, unlike before. But at times, I let my mind wander off thinking about problems when I'm supposed to listen to Hubby. And I feel terrible for being such an anti-social bitch to my Hubby too. I have to change that part, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I need to go down to the lab. Will rant more later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-6287536221334695411?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6287536221334695411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6287536221334695411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6287536221334695411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6287536221334695411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/08/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep thoughts'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-2283311197344620576</id><published>2009-08-26T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:37:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day-dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found it very convenient to use Microsoft Word to publish my blog posts, especially when the Internet speed is freaking slow like a platypus. I don't exactly know slow a platypus can be when it is on land – it's just out from my own imagination. I'm still uploading pictures of our vacation into my Facebook photo album but the speed of Internet is not helping me to upload my pictures easily. Plus, I am downloading some anime while I'm uploading the pictures so I'm guessing it's because of the traffic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also realized that I'm beginning to be easily irritated and angered these days. I have never been in that situation before – a short-tempered person. Before, I rarely go against a person who irritates me or drives me to my nerves but I find it pretty easy for me to do so. And if the person mess up with me when the time is wrong, I can be very vulgar with words which is not very good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hence, I'm relieved that Ramadhan is going on now. It means I can learn how to control my anger and temper by reminding myself bout the fasting month and the entire do's and don'ts while fasting. But for these first few days, it didn't work that much – maybe because it's still too early to see the improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the time when we were in Fraser's. If only we could leave the phones back in K.L, it would be very nice to be undisturbed – not to have to worry about anything especially regarding work. I think the next time we're off to a vacation, I would leave my phone at home in K.L instead of bringing it with me. Before I go for the vacation, I would notify my family members of my whereabouts. I know that mobile phones are basically a necessity nowadays but I don't want to be disturbed when I'm on holiday. It's really irritating; another reason why I always put my phone on silent mode whenever I go out to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were in Fraser's, we made plans for our future. We figured out that we want a house in Fraser's and settle down on top of the hill – surrounded by friendly people and also greens. We figured out that we would work hard through the years to save enough money to buy a house on the hill. We also planned that we would save enough money for us not only to buy a house in Fraser's but also to spend till the old age. Or maybe, we could do some part-time jobs while we are there. Basically, we plan and want to settle down in Fraser's after retirement. We would have a couple of the town folks to become our housemaid and a general worker. They will only have to work from morning till evening, and they can return home before the sun sets. The man would be helping us to get some things and groceries from Raub while his wife would become our housemaid and cook. Why we need to go to Raub to shop? It's because there is no market or supermarket on top of the hill – only 2 small grocery shops. So in order to buy fish, poultry, eggs and such – we need to drive down the hill to Raub which is about 34km from Fraser's. Or if you opt for a nearer town, Kuala Kubu Bharu is 30km away from Fraser's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only there are job opportunities on that beautiful hill – I wouldn't think twice of applying. No worries for the low wages given because accommodation is given to those who work there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, I'm day-dreaming too far already. I better get my feet back on the ground and with all the worries back in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-2283311197344620576?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2283311197344620576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=2283311197344620576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2283311197344620576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2283311197344620576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-dreaming.html' title='Day-dreaming'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6271843847320716671</id><published>2009-08-25T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:51:28.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the sake of updating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay. Since Elly had the idea of me quitting the cyber-world just because I haven't update my blog for some time (yes Elly, I knew the reason :p) – so and so here I go. It's the month of Ramadhan now and this year, I'm keeping hope that I can finish off with a full, clean 30-days of fasting. It's the fourth day today, and since the first day I've felt very sleepy. I tried to be active as usual but the thing is – I was sort of passive before. I was only active when I was still a student. Those were easier times because I didn't have many responsibilities back then, unlike now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just deleted a whole paragraph – I was very sleepy actually and I'm trying my best to keep my eyes wide open for blogging. Can I just go on with some simple and more direct updates? I really don't have the urge to type now since my brain is pretty numb at the moment and my eyes are really heavy. Sitting in an air-cond room with complete silence doesn't help me much to keep my eyes open. So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#1.  Hubby bought for me 2 pairs of disposable contact lenses for the upcoming Hari Raya. Nice colour though I haven't try it out yet – and got it with a good bargain. Thanks, Hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#2.  It was our annual anniversary last 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; August. Since we were tied with the 24-hours operation for the whole week, we didn't celebrate much. Hubby surprised me by bringing out to a fancy dinner at Spaghetti Grill in Midvalley. It was a quick celebration though, less than an hour. But I was happy. Plus, why bother bout the annual celebration when we can always make every single day an anniversary or a Valentine's Day, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#3.  Working for about 20-hours per day for 5 days straight is tiring. But I loved the night shift – unlimited privacy and higher internet speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#4.  We took leave after the torturous week was over. Though we were not feeling well after working so hard, we still want to enjoy and make the best out of our holidays – which made us going to Kuala Selangor and Fraser's Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#5.  We went to Kuala Selangor with George and his wife, Rani, Chris along with Momoko. The place was full of different species of monkeys and I really enjoyed the one-day trip. We had seafood dinner at a riverside restaurant and boy, the food was superb. After dinner, we went to the Firefly Park but I was sort of disappointed because it was not as how as the brochures described it. And the tickets are freaking expensive just for a tour. Pictures are in my Facebook! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#6.  We spent a few nights playing cards until the wee hours. Eating snacks and just dawdles around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#7. Then, we went to Fraser's Hill. On the way up, we dropped by Ulu Yam Buddhist Temple. Chris has a friend there who is a young monk. The place was nice – full of sculptures surrounded with lush greens and quiet. It gave us the sense of peace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#8. We stopped by Kuala Kubu Bharu for a quick lunch and bought some things to cook while we are in Fraser's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;#9. Fraser's is full of fun! It's one of the best places to unwind your mind off work. We went boating in Allan's Water, a visit to Jeriau Waterfalls, had scones and tea in an English style at the Olde Smokehouse. Nice scones, one point for the smokehouse. The strawberry jam and the fresh sour cream were very nice too. We had a dinner of steamboat at Shahzan's Inn and we spent the rest of the nights there playing cards and enjoying ourselves with endless conversation. Pictures are up in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we had to come back to the city – which is very depressing. The only thing I could do now is to look forward for another trip as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, there – I updated my blog already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-6271843847320716671?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6271843847320716671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6271843847320716671&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6271843847320716671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6271843847320716671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-for-sake-of-updating.html' title='Just for the sake of updating'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-415451289574073186</id><published>2009-07-28T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:43:02.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m back (again!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, that's right. I'm back again after quite a silence, but like usual – I won't be long. Just felt like writing out something today, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was in Universiti Malaya (UM) since last week. Me and Hubby was assigned and based to be there for some time while giving training to our new reactor colleague, Divya. And of course, to solve some shitty problems left for us to clean up there. That's the usual style The Boss always has in hand for both us – we're "shit-scooper". People (including herself, also) create problems, and we're the ones who are always cornered to solve them - another reason why I often lose my cool nowadays. To be honest, we prefer to be in UM rather than at Damansara office. I guessed it's plainly because we feel peaceful working by ourselves, solving problems without interference from irrelevant parties, not being pushed around like slaves. And of course - freedom. The work in UM is actually more tiring than in the office but I guessed when you're heart is in peace with your work – nothing would make you feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;But today, The Boss left us a message asking us to come back to the office because Divya is on medical leave. Uh oh. New gossip in office – my so-called Head of Department (yes, the bossy one) had put down her resignation letter. I was only briefed with the headlines. More details will come up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, back to the work story. So, we knew Divya would take a medical leave today as she was already unfit yesterday. She suddenly turned pale and was really looking not very good. We advised her to take a medical attention and take the half day off work as we were worried should there be anything worse happens. She informed her HR Manager, and off she went. In the evening, The Boss came into the reactor lab and noticed that Divya wasn't around, so she asked. We told her what happened and that Divya was given permission by the HR Manager to take the half day off. The Boss, being the ^*&amp;amp;^*^ she already is, tried to tell us that Divya hasn't done her job properly. For example, we came to UM just to give her training, and she has to get the reactors operating in good condition for the training. The thing is, the girl just started working like 3 weeks ago, and she doesn't have much idea how things are being done in that place – what to buy, what are the problems, how to solve them and the list goes on. We didn't even blame her for any of these things as we are fully understand that she's still in learning mode. It's normal, no? So The Boss keeps on telling us that the poor girl didn't do her work and continues on - telling us that Divya took a medical leave because she's simply de-motivated and not interested to work. We put on a deaf ear, but we just can't believe that The Boss would go to the extent of trying to turn a healthy relationship between colleagues into an unnecessary fight. Like what the locals put this situation as in "suka melaga-lagakan orang". I bet she did the same thing when we first started – no wonder the seniors hated us. And mind you, it wasn't the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, enough of work gossips. Let's focus to what has been happening in my life lately. Last Friday, our ex-reactor colleague (Fiza), invited us for dinner – on her. She treated us dinner at Spaghetti Grill in MidValley. If I was not mistaken, Spaghetti Grill is quite a new place – just opened some time earlier this year. The food was fabulous and worth the price paid. The drinks were great especially the juices. I took lemonade and they serve juices and soft drinks in beer mug size. And both are bottomless – free-flow baby! These were our dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Appetizer: Chicken stuffed mushrooms with cheese. Cheese was very nice and the mushrooms were really big! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiza and Hubby took some chocolate whipped cream drink (forgot the name of the drink) and a Chicken Spaghetti served with a big piece of chicken chop topped with mozzarella cheese, spaghetti of course and some broccoli and snow peas. Hubby has a big appetite but yet, he couldn't finish his meal. So you could imagine how much the portion was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, being an avid lover of al-Freddo pasta (or some called it Carbonara), took the pasta as my dinner. It was served with slices of roasted boneless chicken and thick gravy. So far, that's the best pasta I've ever tasted in KL at a very fair price. Bottomless beer-mug sized lemonade was my wash down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Towards the end of the dinner, all of us practically forced ourselves to finish up our meals. And we could walk around much after that. We basically turned into full-tummy pythons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Sunday evening, Hubby and I went to my uncle's place in Taman Setiawangsa to have dinner with my grandparents. We were very nervous before the evening as this was the first time Hubby meets my grandparents, who are like the CEOs of the big family, and it's also my first time to bring my other half to meet my grandparents. Actually, they requested for Hubby to meet them. We were supposed to bring them out for dinner at an Indian cuisine shop, but plan was changed. Instead, we had to have dinner at my uncle's apartment – which made us more nervous. My uncle is a very sarcastic and sort of cocky person, forever with a serious face on. A person you wouldn't want to bump into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything went well that evening – better than what we expected. My grandfather talked with Hubby and keeps on asking about me from Hubby. He asked more about me that asking on Hubby about himself. That's what Hubby told me after we took off. In a nutshell, everything breezed just nice. No arguments, no sarcasm, no heart-wrenching words exchanged. Nothing bad happened. Thank God! *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;Oh, I'm going to have to stop now. Someone is updating me with some gossips that happened in the office while we were away in UM. Don't worry – I will be back again. Warm regards from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-415451289574073186?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/415451289574073186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=415451289574073186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/415451289574073186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/415451289574073186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-again.html' title='I’m back (again!)'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-7878028077225612879</id><published>2009-07-15T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:46:48.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really think I need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been running around work and only moments ago, I realized I haven't live up my life to at least above zero these few weeks. Since most of my friends are stepping into working life, I guess they have known about the torment by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've realized that I have abandoned my blog for quite some time. A few weeks, maybe. Sorry for that – I'm just tied up with a lot of things lately. Just bear with me while I slowly rant whatever is running through my mind as I let my fingers dance on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There have been a lot of dramas going on in my workplace nowadays. Technicians are planning to sue The Boss according to Malaysia Labour Act 1955. Their reasons are the same reasons why me and Hubby put up our resignation letter – unpaid debts which includes overtime and allowances. The last thing I heard, The Boss freaked out and had to give them cheques. I guessed we could do the same thing too before we leave the place. Rm800++ each – tell me if it's not worth the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Number of people that are going to leave the place has increased too. At one point, I was thinking to myself – was it of our influences since we're the first ones to issue our resignation letter? Maybe or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then there was a cat-fight yesterday when I wasn't around. Hubby and I had to go to UM to train the new research assistant and the Masters student on how to operate reactors. It supposed to be more than a week training, but we were only asked to spend our time there maximum two days. And yes, nothing much can be taught in two days. Back to the cat-fight; it involves the chemists from different departments. It started off with one very silly thing – Time Sheet. If you happen not to know what is a timesheet, it's like a data-sheet where all the workers have to record their daily activities and submit it to their respective Head of Department, which I personally think is crappy. This is worse than being in a military, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then there were some people who were spying and taking pictures of the premise last 2 weeks during a power blackout. I wasn't surprised if I get to know there are some people who are against The Boss, I mean who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby and I are job-hunting now. And we're really hoping to get a job before we leave this place of hell. I am not worried much about my part of getting a job cause worse comes to worst, I could always opt for other positions like secretarial, administration or even tutoring as I had quite some experiences in these scopes. But Hubby – he's worried of his luck. He's shooting every position as a Safety Officer as much as he can, and now he's opting for an Electrical position too. So, if any of you happen to know or have any openings in companies (big or small, we don't mind) as a Safety Officer or and Electrical (Power) technician, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grandparents are flying to KL next coming Saturday. They're going to spend a week holiday here. I hope I can make some time to meet them as much as I can and wish for. And oh, they want to meet Hubby too. Not to interview him or whatsoever, but just for the sake of meeting their future grandson-in-law. Hope everything's going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm flying to Miri for Hari Raya this coming September. I'll be going away for two weeks from 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Sept until 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Sept. Hubby is looking forward for me to bring back some of my mum's Kuih Lapis Sarawak. Which reminds me that I haven't plan for Raya shopping yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess that's all I can type now. It's nearly 4pm now and I'm starting to look forward to go home.  *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-7878028077225612879?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7878028077225612879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=7878028077225612879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7878028077225612879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7878028077225612879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-from-mia.html' title='Back from MIA'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-4103461587857858634</id><published>2009-07-01T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:59:36.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Serba Tak Tentu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Since I am in a rush to juggle things and tasks with only two hands and one brain, I apologize if my English in this post is broken. I can't help it – my fingers are sprinting on the board while my head is somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. Short updates je. Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've submitted my (and Hubby's) resignation letter yesterday. And now The Boss is trying her best to persuade us to stay. Layan kteorg baik giler! Serious, tak tipu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bukti The Boss layan kteorg ngan baik? You see, Hubby sprained his ankle on Sunday night. He had to take a medical leave on Monday. When he came back to work yesterday, no one was bothered by his pain and struggle all day long. Suddenly hari ni, The Boss suruh her daughter ambik kan bandage and ointment – nak treat Hubby's sprained ankle. Serious, x tipu. *laughing very hard and loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari ni, aku berjaye meluahkan perasaan ke-tak-puas-hati-an aku kat The Boss. Satu per satu name aku sebut. Satu per satu aku complaint. Haa, jangan ingat aku diam-diam je. Dah alang-alang nak resign, bukak je la mulut, kan kan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Hubby dapat interview from a big steel company kat Seksyen 51, PJ – as a safety officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sejak bile Hubby jadi Safety Officer? Oh, sejak dier  berjaya menamatkan course as a safety officer kat NIOSH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mum dah dapat keje ngan one French company in oil and gas field – as a Safety Officer gak. Yeap, my life is filled up with Safety Officers now. Silap-silap my Granpa pon ambik jugak nanti, kan? Maner la tau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duit gaji x masuk lagi. Poket dah berlubang. Purse dah berdebu. Minyak kete dah nak kontang. Now, perut dah mule berbunyik sebab makan pisang goring je for lunch tadi. Malam nanti, terpakse makan Maggi lak. My babies bertuah la – diorg bleh lagi makan Whiskas food. Manusia xleh makan Whiskas ke? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dah lupe nak update ape. If I happen to remember some of them, I'll be sure to scribble them in my little handbook. I forget things a lot and more often nowadays. Dah tue, nak buat camner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha! Teringat now. My Mum has a Facebook account – siap ade gambar dier posing sexy and ayu gitu~ *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#7f7f7f; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-4103461587857858634?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4103461587857858634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=4103461587857858634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4103461587857858634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4103461587857858634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates-serba-tak-tentu.html' title='Updates Serba Tak Tentu'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-2983672567066249427</id><published>2009-06-18T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:16:19.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airlines and B*tches who drive me to my nerves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looks like I'm not going to make it also this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was stranded in KL last year when everyone else is enjoying with their family during Eid Mubarak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mum called me this morning to tell me that my grandparents are starting to ask when I'm coming back for Eid Mubarak. Yes, I'm one of their favourite grandchildren. Oh wait; actually I'm their most favourite grandchildren among all. So, obviously they are looking forward for my return to home for the celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last week, Matt told me that he got himself a flight ticket from KL to Labuan at the cheapest rate. I'm unsure how much was it but it's less than rm150. He's very lucky indeed because when I checked online for the same cheap rate from KL to Miri this afternoon, I was devastated to know there aren't any left. The only tickets left are priced at almost rm200 – not included taxes and other things. And those are only one-way tickets. I checked for a return ticket and the price shown to me really stabbed me through my heart – almost rm600. Not inclusive of baggage/luggage fee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I widened my options to Malaysia Airlines. And the price of a return ticket from KL to Miri cost me about the same but inclusive of luggage fees and food on board! I like their food actually, especially when they give Beryl's dark chocolate or pudding for deserts. And I can also ask for orange juice as many times I want. And I know I can rely on them if I can't reach my bag up the cabinet, or if I need a blanket, or if I fall ill while on plane. Malaysia Hospitality, they really work up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always prefer to travel with MAS rather than Air Asia. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to show that my pockets are always full to take MAS flights rather than an economical flight. It's just that I feel satisfied whenever I take MAS flights compared to Air Asia. Well, it's a fair deal also – you get what you pay. MAS cost you more for the better service while Air Asia is the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, back to my rants. I feel kind of f*cked up right now after getting to know that the chances for me to go back for Eid Mubarak is very slim. It seems like it can't be helped – the ticket costs me a lot of money and I'm in the middle of financial crisis right now. I think I'll consider a part-time job. Like, be a beggar and roam around Bangsar – I've heard a lot of stories that these beggars can earn at least rm100 per night. So imagine how much they will earn if they do it every night for 30 days. Good money, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. I just got back from what almost turn into a fight. I was asked to do someone else's work. And I really can't stand it. When it comes to me, no one is ever bothered to help me out. But when it comes to them, every work is pushed to me. Bloody bitches! You all are paid high salary to do work, sluts! Fucking bitches always pushing their work to people who are already burdened with other jobs to do, and force to do it as fast as we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's it. I'm going to draft my resignation letter, and submit it end of this month. And I'll never ever fucking share any of the knowledge, that I self-learned, to these brats. Screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. I need to do some work now. And I need to look for a new job. I'm really desperate to get out from this place till I even consider working as a clerk or an assistant. No joke, the pay is quite attractive too. If any of you have any job for me, even as a technician – please let me know yeah? Thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-2983672567066249427?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2983672567066249427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=2983672567066249427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2983672567066249427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2983672567066249427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/06/airlines-and-btches-who-drive-me-to-my.html' title='Airlines and B*tches who drive me to my nerves'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-259524309515407082</id><published>2009-06-16T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:43:22.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of update..and a heart-pouring session.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh dear, it's been a very long time since I last update my blog, did I? Last I recall, it was like 2 weeks ago, or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pardon me for the disappearance – I was so busy with work lately. Trying to juggle my working and personal life together in two bare hands. Plus, recently I was "outcast" by The Boss into the laboratory downstairs. So yeah, from the cosy and comfortable office cubicle, I nowadays spend my working hours in the laboratory. I guessed I can claim myself to be sort of well-rounded. I can be an engineer, an analyst, a chemist, a lab technician, Admin and Procurement staff and what-so-ever. Only two posts I haven't been "awarded" yet – The Boss post and also a cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, what's new around me? I can say this month is a month full of jinx and rejection for me. Did I mention that I was planning to buy myself a new camera? I think I did mention it before but heck, if I never mentioned it – yes, I planned to buy a camera this month upon receiving my salary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, thanks to the stingy-blood-sucking Boss, I didn't manage to get myself a camera. You see, I was supposed to get almost rm500 of overtime for the month. And yes, I worked myself out (along with Hubby too) during that particular month cause we were given a project to monitor on. We worked for 3 days in a row, only to be able to catch some 3 hours of sleep for those 3 days. We had to monitor the project which ran 24 hours for each point of testing – and we had 4 points. So just imagine this situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were in Semenyih – a rural area where there are still dense jungle all around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 out of 4 points had to be done nearby the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it had to be monitored 24 hours. Day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that should be enough to imagine how f*cked up our situation at that time. And it's in the company policy that we are supposed to be given site allowance, night shift allowance and food allowance. Let's not talk bout the former two – we didn't even get food allowance. So we asked The Boss bout it, and her husband assured us that we will get paid by overtime. So we agreed and we had to wait for 3 months to follow-up on the overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just as we thought we could finally spend a little bit of money for ourselves, we were slapped in the face by this statement from The Boss :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, the hours that you have been working including during the project was a commitment for the company.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make the story short – we didn't get paid even a single cent.; just the monthly basic salary and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not the kind of person to keep revenge or get angry easily. Ask Hubby, and he'll laugh his head off if people ever told him that I could get angry – cause it's almost impossible. That's how patience and ignorant I could be to myself. But what The Boss did to us – is unforgivable. I feel sorry for her cause she underestimates me a lot. I may be small in size, but when I'm really pissed – nothing is impossible. And yes, I am keeping revenge and hatred on her. God bless her then when I get my chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, I don't want to spoil my day so I'm just going to put it a full-stop here. Will write again, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s : Till now, I am damn pissed with her. I refused to talk to her, to greet her, to join in a meeting with her – not even see her face. The sight of her just disgusts me. This is the truth, and yes truth do hurt some people huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-259524309515407082?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/259524309515407082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=259524309515407082&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/259524309515407082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/259524309515407082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/06/bit-of-updateand-heart-pouring-session.html' title='A bit of update..and a heart-pouring session.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-910796239677786903</id><published>2009-05-29T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:21:41.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always believe Life is God and God is Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life surrounds every one of us, and no one can run away from it - even Death. Came to think of it, without Life, there wouldn't be Death would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've always believe Life is like a never-ending journey. We will always go in circles no matter which paths we chose. We always end up either up, or down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that would eventually relate to Karma, also. A body wouldn't stay rigid at one place – it's always moving. In life, it's either we're up or down. When we're up, expect to be down later on and vice versa. No one can stay put at one place – we can't expect ourselves to be successful or happy all the time. Likewise, we can't expect ourselves to be whelmed in sadness or problems all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything in life is in balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there is white, there is black. Water and Fire. Wood and Metal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Female and Male. Love and Hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yin and Yang. Happy and Sad. Worries or relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left and right. Up or Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every dog has its own day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Hubby, just chill. Don't worry so much. Life has better surprises to offer us if we take Life itself into our arms and caress it with goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-size:22pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#404040; font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-910796239677786903?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/910796239677786903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=910796239677786903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/910796239677786903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/910796239677786903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-and-hubby.html' title='Life and Hubby'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-2762472090587606832</id><published>2009-05-25T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:48:48.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why am I grinning from ear to ear depsite The Boss is around?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hey. I want to share with you a very thrilling news. Well, maybe it's thrilling for me and for some others out there, but whatever it is.. I know I'm one of the luckiest to be able to grab this opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I still can't get over it since Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT THE TICKETS FOR MANCHESTER UNITED ASIA TOUR 2009! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Oh..so you guys would be wondering "what's the big deal? anyone can get the tickets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hahaha. Not anyone can get the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRAINING PASS&lt;/span&gt; to their training schedule, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so yeah, I got myself a ticket to their match against Malaysia's team - and also a pass to watch them perform their training, maybe a chance to get their signatures too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm so going to bring a camera, and take a lot of pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Maybe some signature-tattoos on my body parts too.; if i run out of papers for them to sign. *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The match would be on 18th of July 2009 at Bukit Jalil Stadium - kick off at 5.30pm and yes, the tickets are on sale now but these tickets are limited for the early birds. Means, first come first serve - and if you purchase these pre-sale tickets, you'll get a free pass to watch them training. Like the ones I got for me and Hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;For public sale, the tickets will be on the counters starting from 1st of June till I don't know when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Calling all Man.Utd's fans in Malaysia! Let's all be among the Red Devils and fill the stadium with red!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And expect the fans to cheer more for Man.Utd rather than our own team. Well, couldn't do much bout that - people always go for the best among the best, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Later~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*whistling Glory Glory Man Utd*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-2762472090587606832?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2762472090587606832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=2762472090587606832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2762472090587606832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2762472090587606832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-am-i-grinning-from-ear-to-ear.html' title='why am I grinning from ear to ear depsite The Boss is around?'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-5410410561476936933</id><published>2009-05-20T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:25:30.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and No Play Make Moy a Dull Girl :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia; 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Pity this little corner, all dusty and dull. Guess I’ll have to spring-clean a bit with some stories, huh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right, let’s see what I have to write since I have extra time for myself now. No, I’m not procrastinating my work. I did my work efficiently enough for me to get them done before lunch hour. And I’ve been very busy these few days (or weeks) till I have no time at all to blog. I miss my ranting corner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel kind of weird that these few days I almost let myself out of rage. I’m usually the kind of person that keeps my anger away and cool myself down for better and more rational reasons – like avoiding fights, avoiding being immature and found myself stupid entertaining the immature. Yes, I almost get my rage and anger slip out of me these few days. Like today, we encountered a few idiotic road morons who clearly don’t deserve to have a driving license, or at least a car. If only I could ask Hubby to stop the car while in the traffic jam, I can just jump out of the front seat and give these idiots some hard bloody whacks. Reason? For scaring me with their so-called F1 driving skills. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I have noticed a few times that I easily get angry when I’m threatened or scared. Like a Gremlin, you know. When they’re threatened or scared, they’ll turn into those little monsters which are no longer cute to see, cute to hold. I forgot how I used to bash people up when I was younger. Cheh, I sounded like I’m already middle age or older. But yes, I did bash people up when I was a teenager. I had my own gang which I never reveal till now, and which no one knows even Hubby. All of those happened when I couldn’t control my anger, and that was back then. Not now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I’m only furious and can run amok if I’m feeling threatened. Some sort like Hulk, but I can’t imagine myself turning into Hulk *laughing hysterically*. Not right at all. I’ll just stick to Gremlins.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Remember when I promised to post up Max and Qarnillea’s pictures in one of my post? I think I’ve been holding back that promise too long. So, wallah! Friends and foes, meet my babies – Master and Mistress of the House (yes, they gained that title because they never fail to turn the apartment upside down in a mess). Oh, pardon me for the blur pictures. The babies are excited to see the camera and they kept on chasing after me for the camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/ShOhsJsxGUI/AAAAAAAAANw/OskxZZefxeY/s1600-h/P4270018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/ShOhsJsxGUI/AAAAAAAAANw/OskxZZefxeY/s320/P4270018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337787763254171970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/ShOh7aolKKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NN0a56NOWLs/s1600-h/P4270020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/ShOh7aolKKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NN0a56NOWLs/s320/P4270020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337788025498052770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-5410410561476936933?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5410410561476936933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=5410410561476936933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5410410561476936933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5410410561476936933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-work-and-no-play-make-moy-dull-girl.html' title='All work and No Play Make Moy a Dull Girl :p'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/ShOhsJsxGUI/AAAAAAAAANw/OskxZZefxeY/s72-c/P4270018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-2747720468951452147</id><published>2009-05-20T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:15:16.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been quite a while since I last updated my blog. Pity this little corner, all dusty and dull. Guess I'll have to spring-clean a bit with some stories, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right, let's see what I have to write since I have extra time for myself now. No, I'm not procrastinating my work. I did my work efficiently enough for me to get them done before lunch hour. And I've been very busy these few days (or weeks) till I have no time at all to blog. I miss my ranting corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel kind of weird that these few days I almost let myself out of rage. I'm usually the kind of person that keeps my anger away and cool myself down for better and more rational reasons – like avoiding fights, avoiding being immature and found myself stupid entertaining the immature. Yes, I almost get my rage and anger slip out of me these few days. Like today, we encountered a few idiotic road morons who clearly don't deserve to have a driving license, or at least a car. If only I could ask Hubby to stop the car while in the traffic jam, I can just jump out of the front seat and give these idiots some hard bloody whacks. Reason? For scaring me with their so-called F1 driving skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I have noticed a few times that I easily get angry when I'm threatened or scared. Like a Gremlin, you know. When they're threatened or scared, they'll turn into those little monsters which are no longer cute to see, cute to hold. I forgot how I used to bash people up when I was younger. Cheh, I sounded like I'm already middle age or older. But yes, I did bash people up when I was a teenager. I had my own gang which I never reveal till now, and which no one knows even Hubby. All of those happened when I couldn't control my anger, and that was back then. Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I'm only furious and can run amok if I'm feeling threatened. Some sort like Hulk, but I can't imagine myself turning into Hulk *laughing hysterically*. Not right at all. I'll just stick to Gremlins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt; Remember when I promised to post up Max and Qarnillea's pictures in one of my post? I think I've been holding back that promise too long. So, wallah! Friends and foes, meet my babies – Master and Mistress of the House (yes, they gained that title because they never fail to turn the apartment upside down in a mess). Oh, pardon me for the blur pictures. The babies are excited to see the camera and they kept on chasing after me for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-2747720468951452147?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2747720468951452147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=2747720468951452147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2747720468951452147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2747720468951452147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/05/dusty-blog.html' title='Dusty Blog'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-3558919680426175202</id><published>2009-05-20T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:05:11.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been quite a while since I last updated my blog. Pity this little corner, all dusty and dull. Guess I'll have to spring-clean a bit with some stories, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, let's see what I have to write since I have extra time for myself now. No, I'm not procrastinating my work. I did my work efficiently enough for me to get them done before lunch hour. And I've been very busy these few days (or weeks) till I have no time at all to blog. I miss my ranting corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel kind of weird that these few days I almost let myself out of rage. I'm usually the kind of person that keeps my anger away and cool myself down for better and more rational reasons – like avoiding fights, avoiding being immature and found myself stupid entertaining the immature. Yes, I almost get my rage and anger slip out of me these few days. Like today, we encountered a few idiotic road morons who clearly don't deserve to have a driving license, or at least a car. If only I could ask Hubby to stop the car while in the traffic jam, I can just jump out of the front seat and give these idiots some hard bloody whacks. Reason? For scaring me with their so-called F1 driving skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I have noticed a few times that I easily get angry when I'm threatened or scared. Like a Gremlin, you know. When they're threatened or scared, they'll turn into those little monsters which are no longer cute to see, cute to hold. I forgot how I used to bash people up when I was younger. Cheh, I sounded like I'm already middle age or older. But yes, I did bash people up when I was a teenager. I had my own gang which I never reveal till now, and which no one knows even Hubby. All of those happened when I couldn't control my anger, and that was back then. Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I'm only furious and can run amok if I'm feeling threatened. Some sort like Hulk, but I can't imagine myself turning into Hulk *laughing hysterically*. Not right at all. I'll just stick to Gremlins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Remember when I promised to post up Max and Qarnillea's pictures in one of my post? I think I've been holding back that promise too long. So, wallah! Friends and foes, meet my babies – Master and Mistress of the House (yes, they gained that title because they never fail to turn the apartment upside down in a mess). Oh, pardon me for the blur pictures. The babies are excited to see the camera and they kept on chasing after me for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-3558919680426175202?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3558919680426175202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=3558919680426175202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3558919680426175202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3558919680426175202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-quite-while-since-i-last.html' title='Dusty Blog'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-7876113321825299469</id><published>2009-05-11T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:29:43.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wireless connection in the office is getting slower each passing day. Lucky for me that I've learnt how to post my blog posts easily without having to refresh the page a few times and have the possibility of losing my post before I can even post it up – using Microsoft Word 2007. I'm feeling very sleepy too, now that I decided to share with you my trip to Ipoh last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;We drove off from my apartment at about 5.45 and went to Seputeh first to fetch Chris. The main person who has more importance of going to Ipoh is actually Chris, not us. We're just tagging along as we ourselves were keen for Ipoh. Love the town for its laid-back and more relaxing atmosphere compared to what we're going through in KL. So yeah, we had breakfast before we shot off to Ipoh. About 7-ish, we were already on our way to the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;We reached Ipoh in less than 1 hour and half – thanks to Hubby's skills of driving the car. We sent Chris off to his class in Kampung Tambung Baru, and headed off to meet one of our good friends – Hani. We made our way from Tambun to UTP in Tronoh and in less than 20 mins, we reached the university. Picked her up at the guard post, and headed back to Ipoh to have lunch. We had lunch in Kalai's Curry House and went to Kinta City to waste our time. Hubby shopped for Times magazine, while I just looking around. We got bored in Kinta City, so we headed to Ipoh Parade afterwards. Bought a nice leather belt for myself, and then drove back to Tambun to fetch Chris. We had tea before retiring to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a very nice dinner at Moven's Peak in Greentown. I almost got lost on the way there because it's been like 2 years since I left Ipoh. We hang out in Moven's Peak till almost midnight, and then sent Chris off to bed. We continued our journey to Tronoh back with Hani – meeting another 3 good friends of Hubby. Had a really good time catching up with each other and cracking jokes till we didn't realize it was already 4 am. Hani went back with other friends while I and Hubby drove back to Ipoh. It was one of the best hang-outs with friends that we had since the last time – God knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;We slept and had to wake up about 8.30am to send Chris to his class, then came back to catch up on our sleep – only to wake up just after 12noon. We checked out of the hotel, and had lunch in Kalai's. We went to Ipoh Parade (again!) and did some shopping. Hubby grabbed for himself a nice and simple white sweater. He looked tough and slim when he tried on the sweater. We found a crystal shop in the mall, and checked the shop out. Hubby bought for himself a quartz bracelet with cravings of Kwan Yin prayers on each of the quartz balls. The bracelet is supposed to mend bad lucks and bring in good luck for the wearer – good luck in all prospects whether it's health or wealth. The bracelet is also to remind Hubby to stay positive and patient all the time. As for me, he bought me a bracelet too – Tiger Eye stone. I'm quite unsure of what's the purpose of it but my mom and grandmother had always urged me to buy Tiger Eye for myself. I think I should do my homework of reading about Tiger Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went back to KL at about 6pm after fetching Chris from his class and reach KL in 2 hours. There were a lot of cars on the road, so the journey back to the city was longer than the day before. We felt quite reluctant to leave Ipoh to the city – maybe because of Ipoh's lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I'm off downloading some stuff now. And I'm feeling very sleepy already. I hope The Boss doesn't walk in later so that at least, I could have a wink or two of nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-7876113321825299469?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7876113321825299469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=7876113321825299469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7876113321825299469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7876113321825299469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-3559819086384120254</id><published>2009-05-07T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:23:30.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let’s Be Positive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;In nature, there's always an opposite of everything. Black and white. Male and female. Yin and yang. And I personally believe that we are surrounded by different sources of energy, which are natural actually, and come at different levels. And it's in nature also that most beings prefer the positive rather than the negative energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;That includes me. I love being positive. Being in an area surrounded by positive energy. I'm not trying to be a cock here by proving that I'm such an optimistic person. No, I have no intention of boasting about that at all. It's just I'm so bothered now that I have negative energy around me. I've heard of "Opposite Attracts" but in my case now, I don't want to be attracted to negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, I'm the kind of person that prefers to think positively rather than negatively. Unless if I'm very sure that a certain matter is not going to be the way I hope and want it, then I'll give out negative response. But we don't call that as negative when you've already know what's the outcome without even having to go through it. It's called logical. I'm not much of a positive person – no, really I'm not. But I like to nurture myself to think and take things positively wherever or whenever is possible. I'm optimistic – being positive and negative at the right rational and logical. Neither all the time positive nor all the time negative. The only problem I have that I haven't been able to solve is my self-esteem and confidence, but by being positive – I'm sure one fine day, I'll get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can see and realize some better changes whenever I'm positive or optimistic. I build up myself into a better person each passing day. Humans have made the once wonderful world into the now hellish place, and obviously we don't need to be a part of it. People can't think and act rationally when their minds are filled with negativity. Then horrible things like wars, arguments, or fights happen. And life gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me just give you an example. Every day, we are prone to criticism. We get criticized, we hear critics and we critic others. We get it from the boss, some big-shot people who think they're one hell of a great person, the customers or even someone we don't even know. It's normal and it's in human nature itself that we get angry or offended when we are criticized. When the element of criticism is thrown straight into our sorry faces. I admit I get offended and sometimes, angry too when some criticized me. However, I learnt that by critics, I can see my flaws and imperfection and have the chance to improve myself – be a better person. And yes, I admit I hate it really much when The Boss criticized me or offend me of my work even though I know I have tried my best. But I will try my best to take it as an advice and as I get used of doing that, I realized that my work ethics are getting better. And I have become more professional instead of acting like a salesgirl trying to be a big star. I've become more organized than ever, faster in completing my job and my multi-tasking skills have proven a lot – I can even play games, check in Facebook and do my work at the same time. And yes, I can complete the work within the time limit given to me. Sometimes, earlier but rarely later. I always get attention from my boss and day by day, she starts listening to me and cares about my work – unlike before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling very uneasy now when I am surrounded in a small area with negative energy circling around me. It drives me to my nerves and I'm trying my best to keep my positive energy within me – don't want to be contaminated with these dirty and dark energy. And I'm losing my cool. I'm actually trying to point this out to some people, whom I can't even give advice straight in the face cause they think I'm spitting cock-shit out of my mouth, and I know that particular good friend of mine will read this post. But hey, this post isn't just for him. It's for all for my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;My advice is start seeing and taking things in positive ways. Even God loves to be positive. See the way He creates wonderful miracles for people who have hopes and faith, but omens come when His people are against Him. Same thing applies to us. Like I said, it's all in nature. Karma. That's it. You give out positive energy to yourself and to those around, you'll get positive effects. You give out negative energy; you'll get shit coming into your face. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#595959; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s: I'm beginning to realize that I can write better and in peace when I draft out in Words first before I post it up in the blog. And you'd be surprised if I tell you that this post has more than 850 words as I type. I surprised myself too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-3559819086384120254?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3559819086384120254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=3559819086384120254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3559819086384120254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3559819086384120254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-be-positive_07.html' title='Let’s Be Positive!'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-230000570830301474</id><published>2009-05-07T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:23:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some things are better to be left unsaid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;**deleted**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it's hard to speak myself out these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-230000570830301474?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/230000570830301474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=230000570830301474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/230000570830301474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/230000570830301474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-things-are-better-to-be-left.html' title='some things are better to be left unsaid.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-3827295054858745501</id><published>2009-05-04T12:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:30:37.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiny weeny rants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Note : This post will have series of irrelevant stories and encounters with each paragraph moving by. Just bear with it, I'm dead bored at work now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Every morning when I step into the car for work, first thing I always do is to switch the radio on. and tune into Fly FM. I love the Pagi Show with Ben, Nadia and Phat Fabes. Every morning, they will have something interesting to chat or rant on, and they never fail to crack jokes. silly jokes. It's nice to have some silly laughs in the morning before going to work. It blossoms you up and get the mood in ready for the day ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway, this morning's chat was about Nadia and a girl working at a toll-booth. She was on her way to work, and she stopped at a toll plaza and the girl who was on shift that morning (it's 4am in the morning. usually they would assign guys for the shift but not sure why a girl was on the wee morning shift). So, while Nadia was waiting for her change from the girl, she complimented the girl about her physical features - how beautiful she was and Nadia told the girl that she could try to get herself in audition for an air-stewardess. *giggles* To make matters worse, Nadia even complimented on the girl's blouse - that the blouse accentuated her looks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The girl gave Nadia her change, lifted up the gate for her and said goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And this was the question which turned into a discussion this morning - Did Nadia do the right thing or was she being creepy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In my personal view, I think it wasn't wrong for Nadia to compliment that girl. I guessed Malaysians aren't exposed enough to these kind of matter. It's just a compliment. And please don't tell me that a person can't differentiate whether another person is flirting with him/her or just being sincere by complimenting. Oh wait, "aren't exposed enough" isn't the right sentence to be used. Let me rephrase - Malaysians are still narrow-minded. It's kind of sad to see and realize in what state Malaysians are in now. The world has modernized, and I think we should make an effort to modernize ourselves too. And yes it's true that in foreign countries, the people are more welcoming than our people here. They are full of warmth and hospitality compared to our people. and yet, Malaysians are so proud with their "hospitality" slogan. I've heard such slogans around in this country, but too bad couldn't recall any of them. Malaysian Hospitality, wtf? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;anyway, moving on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My mum was ILLEGALLY terminated from her post as a Safety Officer a month ago. And till now, she hasn't got into any interview yet. And yes, she's getting more desperate for job each passing day. Well, some people need to work for food right? so, if any of you seen any job vacancies for Safety Officer, preferably in Marine Industries, please let me know. Thanks in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm munching on bread with Nuttela's Choco-Banana Spread on it, for lunch. Kind of sad, I know but I prefer to munch on bread and crackers rather than not having any savings in my account. Yes, I'm doing this for future purposes. But then, Nuttela's Spread is yummy enough for me. Plus, I need to lose some weight and shed off these ugly fat off my tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Moving on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Patt invited me to play Restaurant City on Facebook, another adorable application by Playfish. And as like others, I got glued to it already. Anyone wants to have a feeling of running a virtual resturant, please leave me a comment and I'll send over an invitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*blur*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I think my maturity have caught up with me despite of my age. Do you believe it if I tell you that I no longer enjoy the company of my peers, but prefer and feel comfortably hanging out with old folks with the youngest amongst them is about 40 years old? Well, it's true. I found bliss and feel the comfort and warmth when I hang out with these old chaps. They tell you their stories, experiences and whatever advice they give you, you can count on their piece of mind - just cause they've been there, felt it, done that. I no longer find fun and enjoyment doing the things that pre-adults do. I mean, young people. Like hanging out at Nando's or McD's. Wasting a whole stash of money there just talking craps. Or clubbing. I admit I miss clubbing life, but I just take a quick look in the past and I'm over it. And what's in the list of entertainment for me now? Here's some:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. Dinner at a Chinese restaurant. Or maybe in the Italian restaurant in OUG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2. Often, dinner in Desa Petaling. and yes, dinner includes Chris - our 55 year old chap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. Before bed, read a chapter or two of a novel, or maybe playing with the kittens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;4. Weekends are spent buying necessities for the house, mainly for the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And those are all of it, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway, my fingers are turning blue now due to the over-blasting aircond in this room, so I think I'll just stop for now. Plus, Hubby is scolding me for eating and blogging at the same time - dropping bread crumbs all over the working cubicle. Euw, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-3827295054858745501?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3827295054858745501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=3827295054858745501&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3827295054858745501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3827295054858745501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiny-weeny-rants.html' title='tiny weeny rants.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6438508839730916665</id><published>2009-04-29T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:10:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.totally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Salary is not in yet. I applied leave tomorrow, so yeah i've got like 4 days of weekends. not planning to go anywhere actually, but i was thinking of spending the night dating with Hubby. thinking of going for a movie since the tickets would be slightly cheaper than other nights. shop for my new heels or peep toes - not sure which one i will fall in love with. then watch MU match against Arsenal at 2.25 am. then sleep and wake up the next afternoon (or maybe evening.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but then again, bubbles are meant to be burst. no ka-ching!, no dating. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;anyway, i promised to show who are my babies at home, didn't i? i managed to get a just-OK picture of Max and Qarnillea. let me just see if i need to edit the pictures or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh sorry. my eyes are currently glued at Restaurant City in Facebook. will post up the pictures later. got to go and play now. hee. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-6438508839730916665?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6438508839730916665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6438508839730916665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6438508839730916665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6438508839730916665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/04/randomtotally.html' title='random.totally.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-200631084173391009</id><published>2009-04-27T14:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:35:29.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can feel my blood boils and gushes through my veins with rage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;not in a good mood now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;seriously, im so pissed with The Boss right now. i don't understand for what fucking reason she keeps me in the office and not allowing me to go for sampling. and yes, i do get jealous when Hubby's out from the office. it means he won't have to see The Boss at any time of the day. he can lurk around the sampling area and take his sweet time to do the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;as for me, i get stuck in the office. no lunch. and on my desk, there are heaps of stupid datasheets waiting for diagnosis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i feel like packing my bag and just walk home, don't give a fuck how far it will be. im just not into anything or anyone now, be it my mum or Hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;nice. everyone's gone out of the office since The Boss isn't here and im left alone. just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hardly given a chance to meet people, to work with people, or to gain technical experience. i guessed being a small-sized is the jinx. to make it worse, a small-sized girl. once in a blue moon, i get my chance but most often, im kept in the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hubby always envy me for the jobs im doing. you see, oil analysis is an important job. and in my situation, it brings a lot of market opportunities to the company. and for that, he envies me. he also told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"yeah right. you're an Oil person and im just the lone ranger in Environmental. so it's obvious that you're significant and shine out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guessed now i can say the same too, right? at least, he gets to go round freely without having to talk or meet The Boss. goes and comes back at any time he want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being an "Oil person" doesn't mean i could fucking set my foot on an oil rig or what-so-ever. analyzing and diagnosing many types of oil doesn't mean im significant. the most sorry part was, only ONCE i set foot on a project site, and that place can't be considered as a plant. it's a fucking trash recycle site. yeah, all the trash in Selangor and KL goes there, and that's about it. that's all i've got as my plant experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aH! i might as well just keep my mouth shut and halt my fingers from typing anymore. in a nutshell, i can say this one thing :  i am not happy and not satisfied at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a Coke. and hey bitch-in-front-of me, could you keep your mouth shut and let there be peace and quiet in this room? don't try to be slutty whore or i'll just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt; shove my optical mouse into your vahjayjay. aite? somebody's need to work to make others happy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/116/8/c/Hatred_by_qirana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 619px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/116/8/c/Hatred_by_qirana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look me into the eyes and feel the hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &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/2328756659846284202-200631084173391009?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/200631084173391009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=200631084173391009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/200631084173391009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/200631084173391009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-feel-my-blood-boils-and-gushes.html' title='i can feel my blood boils and gushes through my veins with rage.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-7604644371035266945</id><published>2009-04-27T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:46:19.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a heart out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I typed a very long rant bout how The Boss mistreats me - and in the end i found myself deleting everything. Not that im scared of her or what-so-ever, but i think im trying to be ignorant of these matters. but i do have valid reasons why i am so pissed with The Boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. She owes me almost rm900 - overtime plus my plant allowances. and she dares to tell me that im cheating on my working hours. i stayed up every night to finish up work for her. she called me in every freaking weekends, and i have to come to work. i went to plant visits - a place where none of these people would go for a job, and yet she didn't even appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2. she puts me into a lot of pressure and burden on my shoulders. i have to be the procurement person, i have to be the customer service, i have to be the cleaner, i have to be the chemist, the technician, the engineer. anything except for one - i am assigned (yet!) to be The Boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;my brain is really tired. and i can feel that it's burnt out. but i can't complain to anyone cause they won't understand my situation. and i can't complain to Hubby either cause i know he's more tired than i am. he's taking weekend classes in NIOSH for Safety Officer programme, and that means he has to move around 7 days a week. no break at all. so yeah, i can't complain to him. which is why nowadays i find myself to be very quiet in the car. and day-dreaming a lot. i am trying hard not to bring these negative feelings when im with Hubby, but things like these happen when your brain is so used of thinking bout work. i even dream of work. wtf, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i am not socially active like before. my 24 hours a day goes on the same routine - wake up, work, lunch, work, dinner, sleep. no window-shopping. no sight-seeing. no relaxing. no clubbing (i miss this one a lot!) and obviously, no hanging out with friends. the only person we hang out with is our housemate, Chris. that's because he's always at the cybercafe in our neighbourhood. so we meet him up a lot. every night for dinner, unless if he has some other plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and do you believe it, if i tell you that The Boss won't allow either me and Hubby take more than one day off our annual leave? don't even think of both of us taking holiday at the same time, she'll hang herself if we do that. hence, we still have about 2 weeks of unused annual leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;honestly, im very unhappy these days. Hubby always makes me happy, that sweet guy never fails to do so. but yet, deep in myself and my heart, i feel unhappy. i feel less contented. i feel..tensed. i frowned more. i smile weakly. i laugh unwillingly. it's more to a grin and a smirk instead of a smile and a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we were planning to go to Ipoh for a 3-days break off work this week since Friday is a holiday. we were hoping that The Boss would clear off our allowances and overtime so that we can spend the money, our hard-earned money, to enjoy ourselves in Ipoh. and maybe Fraser's. but again, that witch burst our bubbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;one day, i may walk up to her and shake her hand. look her into the eyes and tell her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Thank you very much for making us miserable.."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-7604644371035266945?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7604644371035266945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=7604644371035266945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7604644371035266945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7604644371035266945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart-out.html' title='a heart out.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6502544166801066698</id><published>2009-04-17T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:03:00.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh dear. honestly, im so very sorry for not updating my blog these few days (or did it reach a few weeks duration?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;myself and my time including my me-time was so tied up with work. well, that happens when your boss is too dependent on you. just imagine, i had to run a whole department myself. i became the admin, the procurement person, the technician, the engineer and the diagnosist. jokes aside, i think im going to be a chemist also. and often, i wish i was paid a salary of each person im doing work for. so yeah, just imagine how tired i am every single day. oh, weekends don't feel like weekends also nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so, cut the post short to spare you my random rants and i'll update you with what has been happening and what is new in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Max and Qarnillea went to the vet a week ago, and we found out that they were actually suffering of cough and flu. luckily it wasn't bad enough for them to be very weak. the vet just gave them some shots and pills to take at home, and now they're gaining weight like no-cat's business. imagine each of them can finish up about 2-3 handfuls of kibbles per day. oh, not approximately a handful, but more than a handful each time they have their meals. Max is very naughty (and horny, i guess) for he is so hyperactive and loves to bite and scratch. we're still trying to figure out ways to teach him to be a good boy and if any of you have any ideas how to discipline him, please let me know. i would be very appreciative. as for Qarnillea, if she ate a lot when she was sick, imagine now that she's healthy back. yeap, she's like a feline Queen Latifah. but she runs a lot, and plays a lot too. not forgetting her favorite pastime if she's relaxing, she farts a lot. God bless us when she does that, it's far worse than a stink bomb. in a nutshell, both of the babies are healthy, fat but fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and oh, today Hubby got his car (at last!). it was a Naza Bestari 206, the same model inside out as Peugeot 206. actually, it is the same just that the parts from Peugeot are assembled in Malaysia so the price is affordable. it's like buying a Malaysia's Peugeot car. and yes, it is engineered by Peugeot itself. the car is charcoal gray in color and it's very practical and comfortable despite the cute small size. for those of you who's still looking for a car, i suggest this car as Naza now is promoting this model. no down-payment needed, only rm425 installments per month for 12 years. yeah, affordable for students too. u can check out the car at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.naza.com.my"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Naza's website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;that's all i guess. truth to be told, i have a lot of things to rant about but since the weather isn't helping my mood much, so i think i'll just put an end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;can't promise when but i'll update. take care, all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-6502544166801066698?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6502544166801066698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6502544166801066698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6502544166801066698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6502544166801066698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-updates.html' title='quick updates!'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-1315952878766948888</id><published>2009-04-07T08:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:31:23.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if it's war that you want, it's war thay you will get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday, some bitches tried to indirectly pick a fight on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;what happened was, some of us were called in for a meeting before lunch hour. and in the meeting The Boss distributed some papers regarding our new job scope and departments. i was put into the Petroleum and Lubricating Oil department, and also Sampling and Environment Monitoring department. ok, fine with that. everything went on smoothly, and before the meeting ended The Boss told one of the so-called so experienced chemist to teach me, her ally (which i unfortunately have to work with), and another new-guy how to use one of the most important instrument to analyze lubricating oil. Right, let's give those two bitches some names - The Chemist and The Stuck-up. oh, the new guy doesn't have anything to do (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet!&lt;/span&gt;) with these group of childish adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;let me just brief to you a bit about them. The Chemist, is a tomboy. seriously, at one point im thinking that she is suffering from personality disorder. or should i say, gender disorder? she thinks that she's a big time guy who has a big time dick and words spread around that she is not afraid of anything. blah blah blah. and why is she so bitchy, you're asking? cause she claimed that she has 18 years of experience in operating lab instruments which made me laugh my head off cause she just "told me a joke" yesterday during a forced-training. i was just trying to ask her a simple question of what unit of measurement they're using on the instrument:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: what's the measurement unit? is it miliVolts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Chemist&lt;/span&gt;: no! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rolling her eyes, as if my question was a stupid one&lt;/span&gt;.) the unit is mV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what the fuck, bitch?!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*laughing to myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;see, mV is actually the abbreviation for miliVolts. how more stupid can she be? and she confidently gave me her answer. *LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;ok.enough of her. let's get to know The Stuck-up. oh, bless-her-not! as im typing this, she walks in. this girl thinks that she's big time of an expert about everything. and she thinks that she's hot and forgive me to say this, but she hardly has an A-cup. looking at her now, and hearing her talking to The Chemist on the phone makes me more furious. can i just skip this post and pounce on her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*imagining Hubby trying to stop me from pouncing on The Stuck-up with a knife in my hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;ok. so back to how the indirect fight started. after the meeting, i went down to the lab to ask The Chemist when she can train us as per ordered by The Boss. The Boss clearly told her that she wants us to be trained the morning itself, not after lunch, not tomorrow or whenever else. and The Chemist told me that she will only train The Stuck-up in the morning, and as for mine - she'll scheduled it another day. and i know, that's her excuse of not wanting to train me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;since she was being a bitch to me, i had to be a bitch too. without waiting any longer, i went straight to confront The Boss bout their attitude. that was the first time The Boss saw me being hard on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"your workers are not adults, they're bloody children! acting childishly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;screw them if they want to feel inferior or insecure, who asked them to fool around when they can take every opportunities to make themselves better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;honestly, i can't and i won't work with people who don't work professionally, and do not practice work ethic the way they should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;and how can you look up at these kind of trash people, and let them control you? you're The Boss, you should be in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;fix it, or else i fix it my own way. you choose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;those were my angry rants for The Boss when i confronted her. and she promised me she'll fix the situation. and she did. she was furious to know that The Chemist and The Stuck-up were against her orders, and she saw it with her own eyes. she surprised them when she suddenly walked into the lab, and saw that The Chemist was giving a tutorial training to The Stuck-up and i was not called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;but even before the training, i made my first move. i knew what their plan was, so i looked up in the net for the exact instrument - its operating instructions, manuals, the concepts behind operating it and lots more. and again, i surprised The Boss when i told her about my homework while they were busy plotting a plan against me in the lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;another surprise was that The Chemist told The Boss that i was the one who actually told her to re-schedule the training to the next day or the day after, where else the truth was that i was the one to ask her if the training can be done in the morning itself. urgh, thinking of her lies made me feel like poisoning her right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i went furious again, and i told The Boss i had a witness who heard me asking for The Chemist about the training. Hubby was the witness and he happened to be there to smoke. The Boss confronted Hubby after i went down to the lab, and he told her exactly what had happened in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;now, they're really asking for a war from me. im really having evil thoughts in my mind now. i don't understand why are they so against me and Hubby, where else we didn't even do anything to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;but i remembered The Boss' husband telling us, that these people are feeling insecure of us and really want to bring us down, posibbly get rid of us because of one thing - we do our work very efficiently and professionally. and we always try to make ourselves better, always one step ahead of others. hence, we're The Boss' favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;so, now you tell me - should i be a real bitch, or just stay quiet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-1315952878766948888?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1315952878766948888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=1315952878766948888&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1315952878766948888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1315952878766948888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-its-war-that-you-want-its-war-thay.html' title='if it&apos;s war that you want, it&apos;s war thay you will get.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6079779024091663619</id><published>2009-04-02T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:16:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im a mummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;urgh, the internet is unacceptably slow. took me almost an hour to just get into the new-post window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh! i forgot to share a good cute news with all of you when i updated my bloggie a few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i have 2 babies now *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeay!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;no no, i didn't get pregnant and yes, obviously i didn't deliver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hubby and I got for ourselves kittens from SPCA in Jalan Ampang. last weekend, The Boss gave us her husband's car to run errands for them, and when we're done, they allowed us to keep the car over the weekends. at first, we didn't know where to go round the area until the idea struck me. i've always wanted to go to SPCA in kL. my first visit to SPCA was in Penang, but it was a smaller one compared to the one in Jalan Ampang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so yeah, we went there with Chris after had lunch with him. they had this adoption drive campaign and there were still a few visitors coming in eventhough the place was already closed. we got in too and we went around the place looking for something that might interest us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;chup! just to share - Hubby is not a fan of cats or kittens. he's more to dogs and puppies. so yeah, kittens or cats are not first in the list. continue reading..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we went to the dogs and puppies area first. my my, they were so cute! and i really don't understand why would human torture them and make their life miserable? the volunteers were very helpful and very kind too. they were excited to know that we're such animal lovers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;now, let me promote a bit about the adoption drive. for puppies or dogs of both male of female, the package of deworming and some-other-things-else-which-i-cant-remember would be rm200++. if you are willing enough to bear the smell and noise and walk around the dogs' kennels, you'll find some good breed dogs. when i went there, i saw 2 scottish terriers, 2 beagels, 3 lambradors and i think i saw one golden retriver. and oh yes, no forgetting the noisy chihuahua and poodle. and yes, the volunteers keep them all clean, healthy and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;for cats and kittens - it comes a package of rm150 for each feline. Hubby was interested with 3 puppies, until he came to the cats section. he found a tom kitten, orange-gingerish in colour and he instantly fell in love with the fella. the kitten really made Hubby hooked till he had to persuade me of taking the kitten home. and i couldn't say no. as Hubby was busy poking around the kitten, i saw one tiny white and grey figure under a shelter. it was a lost kitten. i assumed she just got in from somewhere and still in hiding mode. i asked the volunteers why didn't they catch her and put her up in the cage like other cats. they told me, the kitten was so afraid till she didn't want to come out from under the shelter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;somehow, i felt something was urging me to go and give it a try - to persuade the kitten to come out. my first trial was almost successful till one of the volunteers came along and gave the kitten a fright. then i tried the second time, now with some kittens biscuits knowing that the kitten was hungry. and she came and ate from my hand! she was shivering while eating her food. and i took her in my hands and gave her a warm cuddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and because of that, the volunteers gave her to me without paying anything. yes, free of charge. if not, 2 kittens meant we're supposed to pay SPCA rm300, not including a pet voyager and some other necessities. and from that day onwards, we have 2 new family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;the tom kitten was named Maximillian. Hubby called him Maxi Boy. very hyperactive, very playful and masculine indeed. the other half was named Qarnillea. we usually called her Baby. the first 2 days in the house, she was still feeling insecure. but now, she gained her appetite and is quite playful too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and since our salary had cleared out this morning, me and Hubby planning to get for the kids (yes, we called them our kids):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. their bed - 2 for about rm120 i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;2. shampoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;3. towels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;4. bathing scrubber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;5. tears cleaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;6. ear cleaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;7. toys! of different types&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;8. cod liver oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;9. fur-brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;10. scratch pad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and lots more. oh, we also need to clean the house since they love to be in the corners and under some furnitures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;for now, i can't post their pictures cause i haven't grab a camera yet. so stay put! and if i mention bout "kids" in my next posts, you'll know to whom im refering to *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;winks&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-6079779024091663619?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6079779024091663619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6079779024091663619&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6079779024091663619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6079779024091663619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-mummy.html' title='im a mummy!'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-1455274219791349763</id><published>2009-03-31T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:28:51.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give us a break, will ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last 2 weeks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday till Friday : work and pressured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday and Sunday : Was called in to help with some stupid project reports and proposals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday to Friday : again, more work and more pressured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday and Sunday : was called in early of Saturday morning, and was told to run errands like some mad fellas for The Boss. ended up in a pile of nothing. yeah, The Boss spoiled the weekend totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday :&lt;/span&gt; Whole day of driving to and from Semenyih only to reach home (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally!&lt;/span&gt;) after 3 am. Lunch at 7.30 pm and dinner at 3 am. yeah, life-cycle was totally screwed up. Thanks, Boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today :&lt;/span&gt; came to work a bit late at 11.45 noon. now waiting for another day of torture of working till in the wee hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;That was what me and Hubby did. seriously, knowing the loads of work The Boss put on us, you would be so surprised if i tell you that we're underpaid. thanks to the world economic crisis and recession, i wouldn't want to take the risk of changing my job now. there are millions of fresh graduates who are jobless now, and i don't want to be among them. so yeah, i've got no choice but to quietly execute my tasks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;but i really have pity for Hubby. tomorrow, he has to go to Senawang, which is farther than Semenyih, and execute a project there. which also requires him to work during the weekends. he looks like a twice-died zombie now. he can hardly walk now, and The Boss is sending him off for an off-site project tomorrow. working everyday including weekends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;now, im really having the urge to call The Boss on behalf of Hubby, and tell her that he's not fit enough at the moment. nevermind working for the project, he's not even fit enough to talk to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;we're so fed-up with The Boss' addiction of being too dependant on us. too much of dependance is bad. and we're not even the favourites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;in short, we need and we surely deserve a one-week break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;off to site now. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-1455274219791349763?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1455274219791349763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=1455274219791349763&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1455274219791349763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1455274219791349763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/03/give-us-break-will-ya.html' title='give us a break, will ya?'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-2983484701835131220</id><published>2009-03-25T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:12:29.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after some busy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;at last, today i finally have a bit of time to update my bloggie. well, im actually free but since i can't proceed with the Petronas license im supposed to do today, so i have nothing else to do but to have a me-time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;well, let see. nothing much had happened last week i think. wait, let me recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(trying hard to recall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh, i can't recall to be honest. the only thing i remembered; i was so busy last week with work. and im relieved that it's almost over now. i can only remember that Hubby spent about rm100 for me. he brought me shopping by my surprise and ask me to pick any clothes that i like but specifically, working attire. so i picked out 3 nice tops and one jacket.  end of the month, Hubby promised to change the lense for my specs (if there is promotion, he might change the frames too) and also thinking of getting for me another pair of shoes. heels, wedges or whatsoever that i desire.  yeah, i know. Hubby's sweet. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*smiles at Hubby without him knowing im writing bout him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;anyhooo, one of our old-man-as-a-friend, George is going back to India tomorrow. we will only see him next in May, hopefully he comes by earlier of May. it's sad to know that there will be only 3 of us left for every weekends - me, Hubby and Chris. George was being sweet last 2 days when he gave me a parcel. he told me to keep it and open it when i reach home, and guess what? he gave me 2 big bars of Cadbury chocolates - the ones having the center filling and both has chocolate mousse filling. oh, what a heaven! and im thinking of muching a few cubelets in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ok. im going blur now. so i guess, my memory is swirly to its initial state of not remembering anything and go completely blank. maybe because im feeling hungry. yeah, i think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;will be back with some rants, if i have the chance. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-2983484701835131220?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2983484701835131220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=2983484701835131220&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2983484701835131220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2983484701835131220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-some-busy-days.html' title='after some busy days'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-3856667440756350841</id><published>2009-03-20T17:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:11:57.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too busy.sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;when was the last time i updated my bloggie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;seriously, i was so tied up to work i have no time for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i turn up for work by 8.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;work work work and by-pass my lunch hour, and as im turning all weak and lazy - it's already 5.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;finish up a bit of work, and the time shows almost to 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;dinner on the way home, reach home. drink a cup of coffee. a bit of chat with Hubby. then sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;then it repeats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i think the workload is controlling my life now. im yearning for a vacation actually. nothing much, just asking a day in bed. and a day of not having to think of anything or do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;tomorrow's Saturday and i have to turn up for work. pathetic right? i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;will update more. oh wait, what to update when my life is getting less interesting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;can i just disappear from work for one day? and medical leave, perhaps? or an emergency leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-3856667440756350841?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3856667440756350841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=3856667440756350841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3856667440756350841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3856667440756350841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-busysorry.html' title='too busy.sorry.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-9037428073470442995</id><published>2009-03-11T08:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:22:06.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraser Hill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;8.39 am. it's still early to start for work now. so, i guess this is the only time i can update my blog since the wireless connectivity is kind of slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;anyway, i was very tied up with work last week. i've been pulled out from my methanol project to join the Oil Condition Monitoring team. so, lots of new things to catch up just to be in the team. which also means, im no longer sitting in the lab monitoring the reactors but im going into the field. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yeay!*&lt;/span&gt; first task was simple - design a brochure for the team. the first template was done, so i need to work out for the second one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;despite the workload, i never want my weekends to be burst out. since Monday was a public holiday, Chris and George called us up on Friday midnight, and told us to get ready on Saturday for a trip to Fraser's Hill. and yeah, i spent my holidays there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;all of us were so excited about the trip that none of us brought a camera. dumb, i know. but again, my camera is spoilt and i need to get a new one. since there will be no pictures to tell a thousand words, i guess i have to use some real thousand words to share my experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we took off from kL at about 2.30pm on Saturday. traffic on the road was quite busy as everyone is heading for their hometown. we took the old road through Batu Caves and i was awed to see some huge statues of the Hindu gods and goddesses. no wonder Batu Caves was popular. then we took the road to Kuala Kubu Bharu and head to Ulu Yam. we stopped by at a Buddhist monastery and the place was really beautiful. full of nature and i could feel the spiritual sense around the area. the place was so quite as it was off the road. we spent half an hour or so there before heading to Fraser's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and yes, Fraser's was superb. eventhough there were not much activities that can be done there, but i seriously LOVE the weather, the chill factor, the people (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;minus the stupid kL morons who were there, that's another story later on&lt;/span&gt;), the surrounding nature and the apartment that we were in. it was Chris' apartment, a duplex. there are 3 rooms in the apartment - 2 on the ground floor and one huge master bedroom upstairs. the apartment and the surroundings made me feel like im in a four seasons country. i was given the master bedroom and boy, it is a master. there's a sliding door opposite my bed, which heads to the upper balcony from where i could see the hills. the view was fantastic. urgh! how i wish i've bought a camera before going there. while we were at the hills, we saw lots of monkeys of different types. and we saw wild boars hoaging for McBin. that's Chris' new word of the day as he imagined the wild boars having a fast food restaurant at the dump instead of grubbing the ground for critters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;during my stay there, i was annoyed by some idiotic city morons. we called them the concrete-jungle monkeys. they really spoiled the nature and act worse than real monkeys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. when they drive around the sharp, blind-spot corners and curves as they go up or down the hill, they never honk to let the other side knows that they're coming around the corners. what's worse - they speed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2. it's totally not wrong to have a party, but it's totally wrong to act like a total jakun. imagine a monkey being jakun, shrieking loudly when receiving something that amuses it. no, these idiots don't act that way. they acted worse. i bet the jungle monkeys are sitting on the treetop watching them with a surprised look on their faces. they'll be thinking "we thought we were bad, but these humans from the city are worse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. there's Jeriau waterfalls at Fraser's. you see, when you wanted to have a picnic at the waterfalls, f*cking throw your rubbish in the trash bin - not just leave them there you idiot f*cks. seriously, are you all not educated enough to know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;4. and when you bathe in the waterfalls, don't f*cking use shampoos, conditioners or whatsoever chemicals in the water. you're basically polluting it. don't you pollute enough when you're in the city? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i really wanted to tell these idiots off. they have done enough pollution in the city, and now they're trying to pollute the leftover nature. seriously, not educated enough to be called smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;in a nutshell, i enjoyed my holidays in Fraser's. on the way downhill, we took another road that goes into Raub. we went to eat really organic and delicious food somewhere in a village near Janda Baik and passed by Bukit Tinggi. we exited in Gombak and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; we're back in kL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;last night, we planned for another trip to Fraser's. maybe this weekend. or maybe at the end of the month. hopefully, someone brings the camera this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;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/2328756659846284202-9037428073470442995?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/9037428073470442995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=9037428073470442995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/9037428073470442995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/9037428073470442995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/03/fraser-hill.html' title='Fraser Hill.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-727574372639726435</id><published>2009-03-10T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:42:43.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will be updated soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hi all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;im so sorry for not updating my blog for a few days. or is it longer into weeks now? im not sure myself either. i've been very busy with workload, leaving the old things to the new trainees and joining a whole-new thing in a new team with more experienced people. so i need to catch up, and i have been keeping myself busy since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so, later yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-727574372639726435?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/727574372639726435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=727574372639726435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/727574372639726435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/727574372639726435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-be-updated-soon.html' title='will be updated soon'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-5767985004905261023</id><published>2009-03-05T17:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:21:20.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality test - knowing myself better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;i had nothing better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;so i decided to try on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;personality test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt; which i stumbled upon in my friend's note in Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;and here's the result about myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" id="Label1" &gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" id="Label2" &gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" id="Label3" &gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" id="Label4" &gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" id="Label5" &gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" id="Label6" &gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" id="Label7" &gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" id="Label8" &gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" id="Label9" &gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;not sure if this is true or not. oh, well. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-5767985004905261023?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5767985004905261023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=5767985004905261023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5767985004905261023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5767985004905261023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-test-knowing-myself-better.html' title='personality test - knowing myself better'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-2836603294200227958</id><published>2009-03-03T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:06:29.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i wish to change this blog into a private one. so please, send me your email address(es) to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minimoy86@yahoo.com.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;this is the only place for me to have my say, to let out my feelings, and i don't want to lose it just because i have to keep others happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-2836603294200227958?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2836603294200227958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=2836603294200227958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2836603294200227958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2836603294200227958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/03/short-notice.html' title='short notice'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-4186397136768340860</id><published>2009-02-25T09:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:38:23.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show some humane gratitude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;every morning, me and my other colleagues will go for a quick breakfast at the nearest cafe, which is just a few steps away from the lab. and often, the place would be so packed cause there are lots of labs and offices in this building and all have their breakfast at the one and only cafe in this postgraduate building. so you can expect there is always a long queue at the drinks counter, at the cashier and also at the buffet table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and it is so often that after these people ordered the drinks, they somehow find it very hard to take a seat first while waiting for their drinks, and let others order theirs. these morons would just stand in front of the counter and not letting others to place their orders. what's worse is that, these fools don't have much manners and respect for others too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;yesterday, as usual we placed our orders and went to the table to eat while waiting for our drinks. we gave it sometime before i went to counter to take our drinks to the table, since the guy who is in charge at the counter came late. it is a rule for every canteen or cafe to take care of the cleanliness of every worker. workers have to wear aprons, head-caps and such to ensure that the food is at its cleanest. and also, looks tidy and neat. so Yann, the guy who is in charge of making drinks, was fastening up his apron when a cocky lady scolded him for being slow. he wasn't slow actually, he was just putting on his apron while waiting for the water to boil in the steel-boiler. and this was the conversation and read the cocky lady with a very harsh tone, and Yann with a humble,soft voice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cocky lady :&lt;/span&gt; Yann, can you hurry up and start making our drinks? you can put on the apron later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yann :&lt;/span&gt; sorry. give me a min while waiting for the water to boil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cocky lady :&lt;/span&gt; We don't have a min. we need to rush, okay? we have work to do, important ones. unlike you, you don't need to rush for anything. you're only making drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yann :&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;taken aback, and kept quiet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;personally, i felt it wasn't right for the lady to be cocky and harsh towards Yann. come on bitch, he's the one making drinks for your breakfast, lunch and tea. the bitch should be thankful to have someone who is willing enough to make drinks for her, good ones not to mention! Yann really is good in mixing drinks, be it tea or juices. iced or hot. the bitch should at least thank him for his work well done, not just scolded him harshly. not to boast myself or other, but i often thank people who are working at the cafe. Yann, for my drinks. the lady-cook, who cooks my food. and also the cashier, for putting on fair price on my food and giving me the change back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;seriously, i really hate people who look down on others, especially to people who are doing jobs in a lower standard that theirs. just imagine, what could've happen if:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; there are no road-sweepers to sweep the road - are you going to sweep the road for cleanliness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; no maid at home to help out with the chores - are you willing enough to do EVERYTHING without any help and obviously, without complaints?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; no cleaners to keep buildings and toilets clean - do you want to help yourself to wash the toilet before and after you use it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; trash collectors - would you be so kind enough to the environment to recycle or process the trash at the dump site, self service?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; no janitors to do maintenance - would you mind to do your own maintenance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i bet we can think a lot more that what i've just pointed. those above are just of a very small chunk of the big picture. without these people who are willing enough to pick up the shits after us, to work for us and serve us - i don't think we can manage around ourselves. these are people who make our daily lives easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;don't just open your eyes. give way to your heart too. look around and don't ignore the small things of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;start showing gratitude towards others around you, regardless of what they do for a living, or which level they are in the hierarchy. it doesn't kill to show or say some thanks, you know. i did it and i am still breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;always remember, they're humans like us too. and they too deserve everything what we deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-4186397136768340860?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4186397136768340860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=4186397136768340860&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4186397136768340860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4186397136768340860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/show-some-humane-gratitude.html' title='show some humane gratitude.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-9137949850649424338</id><published>2009-02-23T11:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:13:41.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what word best describe an act of swimming under the water like diving, but not actually diving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i am wondering now if DiGi has a broadband service? you know, somewhat like Celcom and Maxis has. cause i need to get online when im at home cause im bored at home doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so last Friday, since i couldn't tolerate anymore with watching DVDs on my lappy, or talking to Hubby while he's playing game and fell asleep in the end - i dragged Hubby to check out the swimming pool at the residence. we didn't put in so much of hope as we knew that most pools in residence are not kept well. not cleaned enough. so Hubby changed his mind and told me to go check out myself. and to my surprise, the pool was freaking clean. not even a single leaf in the pool. it was so crystal clear and it has different depths; starting from 0.9 metres which elongates to the depth of 1.5 metres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;without wasting any more time, i dashed upstairs and pull Hubby down the stairs to the pool. oh, forgot to tell. i can't swim. i don't know how to swim. seriously. but what is weird is that i can dive. oh, i don't know what word should i use to describe this : i immerse my body, not floating like you should do when swimming. ok, imagine swimming and diving at the same time. got it? i had to hold my breathe and dive in, and swim while diving. yes, something like that. and yes, i moved. swimming under the water, not above the water like others do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so anyway, i didn't care how silly i looked to the three other visitors there. i could see that they're quite good swimmers, but i don't give a damn. i pay my rent, i pay the utilities fees, and so i deserve to use the pool just like others too, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it was sooooooooo relaxing in the pool that i am planning to go to the pool every night after coming back from work. just to take my mind off work and relax. and i need to get myself a swimming suit too. Hubby and i did go to Midvalley to survey some, and i was interested in one particular suit. eh, wait. it was not a suit. it was a bikini &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grinning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so now, i hope i get my paycheque early or on time cause that bikini has only 3 stocks left. i want to grab them for myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-9137949850649424338?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/9137949850649424338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=9137949850649424338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/9137949850649424338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/9137949850649424338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-word-best-describe-act-of-swimming.html' title='what word best describe an act of swimming under the water like diving, but not actually diving?'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-1113649270660176650</id><published>2009-02-19T12:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:00:22.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by Nono.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i have been tagged by Nono through Facebook. so, let's do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; It's harder than it looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Copy to your own note, erase my answer, enter yours and TAG 10 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; They have to be real.. nothing made up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; If the person before you had the same initial, you must use different answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What is your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Norfae'zah Mohammad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. A four letter word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. A boy's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nizar Khan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my cute cousin&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. A girl's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Norhasanah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my sister. sorry i can't think of anyone else&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. An Occupation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nutritionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. A color :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Navy Blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Something your wear :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neck Strap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. A food :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neem powder/leaves/extract &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still a food right?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nozzle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know the rubber hose that connects from the pipe? the end pipe is a nozzle. accepted, eh?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. A place :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nigeria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wtf. i can only think of that&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. A reason for being late :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn it. Nono put down "ngantok" already so i have to find something else&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;No alarm clock for waking me up from slumber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;accepted?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Something you shout :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ne-no!ne-no!ne-no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, i do make the sound whenever an ambulance or fire engine pass by. i know, childish :p&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. A movie title :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it just popped up in my head&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Something you drink :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nescafe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it took me a while to come up with this&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. A musical group :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. A street name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nuri Street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jalan Nuri in Miri. haha&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. A type of car:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;NGV-ed taxis/cabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, the Q asked for a type of car :p&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. A song title :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na-Na-Na by Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. A verb :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im tagging : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wiena. Kimmeh. KimYeo. Alem. Wani. Patt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farah Syazana. Illy. Burn and Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-1113649270660176650?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1113649270660176650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=1113649270660176650&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1113649270660176650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1113649270660176650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-nono_19.html' title='tagged by Nono.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-4979228971663013785</id><published>2009-02-18T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:03:02.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair oh hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;bad hair day. today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;not bad actually, they're still soft and moisturized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;im guessing im getting bored of my hairstyle now. everytime when i visit the salon for a haircut, i always opt for trimmed, layered and a bit of fringe on the forehead that is to be combed to the sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and im thinking of doing something different to my hair for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;there were few times where i had thought of coloring my hair, most probably in dark brown. but im worried of getting my hair damaged, having it to be brittle and rough. and thinking of expenses to maintain the color, to make sure hair is soft and healthy - that will be lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;or maybe, i can opt for streaks of highlights. but i don't have ideas of what color should i highlight my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but then, im considering another consequence if i do any of the two above - The Boss will disapprove it. she'll ask me to color my hair to my original color. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grunts*grumbles*&lt;/span&gt; nuisance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i was thinking of perming my hair, make it either into loose curls, wavy or just a simple straight rebonding. which one, do you think, will suit me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;last option - just try a new haircut. but what style should i go for to look good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;suggestions, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-4979228971663013785?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4979228971663013785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=4979228971663013785&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4979228971663013785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4979228971663013785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/hair-oh-hair.html' title='hair oh hair'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-7808302367541812818</id><published>2009-02-17T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:04:50.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of sleepiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;had i told you that i've turned down the offer for Germany?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i know it's a foolish decision when it came to think of it vaguely. but then, after considering the workload, the pressure of having to speed up my work once when i get back from Germany, finances and bla bla bla - i took brave decision in my hands. The Boss was blur when i told her my decision. which actually gave me a relief when she said it was ok for me not to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;im thinking about weekends already. i know i have to go through another 3 days before the weekends, but im thinking about it already. maybe because im mentally tired this week. being pressured, and burdened with lots of work which was mainly calculations. short say, mainly brain-wrecking loads. i even fell asleep while surfing the net a while ago. sounds bad, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;this weekend, me and Hubby won't be able to visit Chris and George since they're going to Fraser's Hill for a vacation. they did invite us though, even tried to brainwash us to apply for a 2-weeks holiday. they're really nice people and they knew we needed a relaxing trip off work. but it's ok. we can go any other time since Chris' apartment in Fraser's won't be going anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i actually don't have ideas what to write for today. im just writing for the sake of trying to stay awake. what makes matter worse is that it's raining cats and dogs now. another half an hour to go before going back home, but the rain had burst my snoozes for bed at home. looks like i just have to wait patiently until the rain stops, if it stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i was planning to write out the drafts for my blog in notepad before i post them. not that i need to arrange my words, but most of the times i have things to tell and share whenever im away from my lappy. so i thought of grabbing my lappy and write out whenever i have things in mind to post, and all i need to do the next day is to publish them. yeah, i'll most probably do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i think im going to buzz my mum and irritates her on the m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;essenger. have a nice evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just before posting&lt;/span&gt;) darn it. my mum signed out a few seconds ago, as if she knew of my plan to irritate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-7808302367541812818?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7808302367541812818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=7808302367541812818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7808302367541812818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7808302367541812818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-sleepiness.html' title='out of sleepiness'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-5958197011362303613</id><published>2009-02-16T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:24:51.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging out with the old folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Happy Belated Valentine's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh oh, and happy belated to 2 of my friends, Kaszman and Mimin. sorry for the late wish, i was pretty occupied lately till i can't even blog properly, if any of you've noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;anyway, how's Valentine's for all of you? im guessing some were great, some just don't give a fuss bout it. i didn't celebrate it either cause me and Hubby had the same thought of this matter : everyday should be Valentine's Day. right, Patt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i didn't do much last weekends. i hung out with some of Hubby's old friends. it was nice to see them, even nicer when they still remember me and acknowledged me as Hubby's significant other. yeah, some people just don't like it to see us together - that's normal i guess. then evening, we went to pay a visit to our old housemates back in the guesthouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;which also got my head struck with one thing - i have just noticed (yeap, just as in a few seconds ago) that i hang out more with the elderly lately. i mean, people who are old enough to be called as uncles and aunties - some i can even addressed as grandparents. every weekend, me and Hubby will look forward to visiting our elderly friends. and yes, most of them are not from Malaysia. Chris is from Singapore (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or UK cause he stayed there more&lt;/span&gt;), George and Rani are from India, Regha whom we just knew and met last weekend was from Zurich, Juerg from Switzerland, and lots of others more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;now, wouldn't it be weird for a 22 years old lady to hang around with elders whom are at least twice of her age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but no doubt, i really enjoy their company and so are they. truth to be told, i enjoy hanging out with them more than i am with my peers. listening to their life experiences, sharing problems and stories, jokes of all kinds (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeap, including dirty ones&lt;/span&gt;) and going around places. we gained lots of knowledge from them too. i can tell they are happy to have us cause somehow, we reminded them bout how they were in their younger times. especially George and Rani - they adore the relationship between me and Hubby. sweet, i know. these elders do give us lots of advices too. lots of tips and hints how to get through life in a less hard way. and what's best is that they support us, and care for us like we're a part of their family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i somehow feel safe with these old folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;feel secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;less to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and they make me feel like the world isn't that bad at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Chris even enquired us whether we could take 2 weeks holiday off work - he wanted to drag us for a 2 weeks vacation in Fraser Hill. he will drive there and let us stay with him in his apartment there. too bad we had to turn down his offer cause it's impossible for us to take even a day off work. not to mention 2 weeks. The Boss will just go mad without us helping her running the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh crap! it's going to rain, again. i think i better make a move now. im tired, and i needed a good rest after a hard-day's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-5958197011362303613?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5958197011362303613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=5958197011362303613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5958197011362303613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5958197011362303613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/hanging-out-with-old-folks.html' title='hanging out with the old folks'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-7347731195002331508</id><published>2009-02-13T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:08:14.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;5pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;another half an hour to go back. and im so excited to be back at home, though there isn't much entertainment that awaits me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it's just the resting part that excites me. weekends mean i can sleep late, wake up late and not missing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hubby's got a plan tomorrow to meet his old friends from the campus. and he's dragging me along too since i know his friends whom he'll be meeting in the afternoon. going for a nice lunch, they planned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;now, im just reading Chicken Soup for the Soul while waiting for time to go back home. and after what my ears heard yesterday, obviously i don't feel guilty at all for not performing work much today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;will update when i get back to work on Monday, if i have the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;have a nice weekend, friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-7347731195002331508?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7347731195002331508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=7347731195002331508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7347731195002331508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7347731195002331508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekends.html' title='weekends.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-1318108302001204916</id><published>2009-02-12T15:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:14:19.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merajuk.kecik hati.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Boss had just demotivated me through her words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;They have no initiative in looking for the specifications..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;and she told it behind us, in front of our own trainees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;what about the massive brain-cracking calculations i did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;what about the countless meetings with vendors and clients that me and Hubby had been doing all these while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;what about sacrificing our resting time, our lunch hour and also weekends to try to get as much information as we can grab through the internet? through journals? through books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;has The Boss forgotten about us working 24 hours for her - so that she can seal deals or contracts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;has she forgotten bout how her so-called competent, smart, intelligent and experienced workers tried to pull her down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;didn't she realize that it was me and Hubby who has been working our arses up to help her whenever she's in desperate situations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;didn't she notice that we are the only ones who are willing enough to make her dreams come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;and after all the hard work, effort and countless of shit that we went through, which we still have to endure every single day - that was her compliments for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;no initiative? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;not good enough, she says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;not competent for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;you know, im thinking of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; going to Germany for her. now, why should i go all the way across the world for her when she's not even thankful for having us as her one and only workers who are actually work our lives out to save her standards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;plus, the allowances given to us won't be that much:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. 500 Euro per month as allowances while in Germany&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. after deducting all the expenses, we can only bring back about maybe, 300 Euro per month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. ok. we will be provided with accommodation (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and transportation, maybe&lt;/span&gt;) - but who can assure me how will the situation be in Germany? i mean, i don't want to waste all my savings to buy winter clothes, make a passport and find out that things don't turn out as it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;and since me and Hubby aren't good enough (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;according to The Boss&lt;/span&gt;), instead of getting ready for Germany i'll just turn down the offer and concentrate on more important plans that i had been planning all this while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;i have to think for myself and be selfish at times, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;oh, i have to thank The Boss for her precious "compliments" to us. i should have my manners, shouldn't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;edited: Hubby just told me that we won't be paid as per salary here in Malaysia while we are in Germany. so this had made me adamant of not going. nuff said, huh Boss?&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/2328756659846284202-1318108302001204916?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1318108302001204916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=1318108302001204916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1318108302001204916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1318108302001204916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/merajukkecik-hati.html' title='merajuk.kecik hati.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-3553590443175786113</id><published>2009-02-10T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:01:31.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by Nono.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i had been tagged by Nono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Rules:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm bad at describing myself. i know more of myself than i was before, but i just can't put them in words. oh well, i'll just try. so, here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;1. i love socks. no no. i love wearing socks especially when im at home, and a MUST to wear socks when sleeping. the only time i don't put on socks is when i use sandals/flipflops/heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;2. i think i have a bladder problem. no, seriously. i keep on going to the loo like every 15-30 mins. so you do the maths and you'll be surprise by the total of hours i wasted in my life just by visiting the loo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;3. im always blur. when others talk to me, my ears listen but my brain wanders off. which always make Hubby irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;4. im not sure if im a shop-a-holic or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;5. i have problems with my self-esteem and confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;6. im too lazy to apply make-ups, but i can't be left without these after-shower things : powder, deodorant, lotion, baby oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;7. which made me realize that most of my toiletries are of Johnson's &amp;amp; Johnson's - shower foam. facial wash. baby's oil for my hair. body powder. body lotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;8. i like to be pampered by Hubby. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duh! who doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;9. i like to play in the rain, actually. i love rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;10. i like being in water. i like jumping into a pool of water. but i don't know how to swim. stupid, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;11. i love seasides :) and the sea breeze. soft sand. little waves splashing on my feet on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;12. im currently addicted to McD's chocolate sundae cup. yummeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;13. i've been craving for a perfect Chinese style koay teow but i don't seem to be able to find one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;14. i love pasta - spaghetti, fettucine, macaronis, ect. and lasagne too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;15. im tired of work, and currently feel that i need more breaks and holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;16. i love dark chocolates :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;17. Hubby says i love to think. so i guess, im a thinker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;18. i am now sad cause i can't seem to find a pair of pants for my size. i meant, height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;19. i wish to have one low-cut jeans for myself. saw one on my last visit to Miri, but didn't buy it. what a waste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;20. i love maths. i don't like theories. i hate memorizing. i prefer understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;21. i have the mind of a psychopath. seriously. i can imagine wild, gooey, gruesome things in my head in an instant. for example, i imagined so many times of torturing The Bloody Ex to his death - tie him up to a tree full of carnivorous ants, slice him while juicing out lime on the wounds. skin him alive. and let the ants help me out by savouring him as their dinner. the bones? oh, i'll just give it to the stray dogs to munch on. nothing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;22. i don't like keeping my fingernails or toe nails long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;23. i love sleeping. seriously. i can hibernate one full day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;24. i think im growing taller. and wider. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which i don't prefer&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;25. i love to organize my house or bedroom with cabinets, patterned boxes or shelves. i like to see things organized. cabinets with decorated boxes. shelfs with partitions. look neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;to end this, i wish to tag the first 25 bloggers who update their page - starting from now. especially : Alem.Wiena.Kim Yeo.Kimmeh.Wani.Kaszman.Anod.Patt.Illy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-3553590443175786113?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3553590443175786113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=3553590443175786113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3553590443175786113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3553590443175786113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-nono.html' title='tagged by Nono.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6757751940017637748</id><published>2009-02-10T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:34:44.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>response to wiena's post of wanting to date again :p (lame title, i know)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i came upon Wiena's post about her wanting and ready to start dating once again. and as i read her post, i somehow recalled my own experience. maybe you can pick up bits of advice, or motivation from my experience, Wiena - whichever is relevant. just wanted to share of what i went through and what i've learned from my past relationship with the other gender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i started off my first relationship with a guy whom i knew from mIRC. that was like years ago when i was in early years of high-school. it was more to a stupid puppy-cyber-courtship, without the least commitment to be even considered as a relationship. but then it lasted for one and half year. broke up because of a third party. and the lesson(s) i've learnt from this first courtship was/were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. never to trust some other girls who are always being cheeky with your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2. never to trust someone that you hardly meet, even if he's your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. in short, never trust anyone more than yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;then i gave it a break. concentrated on my studies more even though i was still flirting (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, i did flirt when i was in high-school. just that i never mention or show 'em off&lt;/span&gt;). after high-school ended, i met another guy who was my cousin's good friend. we had lots of things in common - thoughts, the way we talk, jokes, interests or even to the silliest things like zodiac sign. i still remember he was born on the 2nd while i was on the 4th of the same month. different years. i think he was about 3 years older than me. and this one i could considered as a real relationship cause we had commitments to each other. not much, just trying to keep the relationship in a safe boat - being loyal, trustworthy, honest and all that partners should have. but then, it only lasted for one and half year. and again, it's because of a third party - he did some hanky-panky with his own bestfriend's girlfriend. moral of this relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. third party sucks. should've done something nasty before leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2. men are men. their dicks are their brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. sweet memories are to be kept like an album, let it be dusty but the bitter ones should always be fresh and made into lessons like an encyclopedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;then i went back into flirting. got bored of it. changed myself into a black goth. and after like half a year being single, i started another relationship. and this was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt; relationship ever in my life up till now. he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note the present tense instead of putting in the past tense&lt;/span&gt;) the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt; type of human beings that i've met for now. i think i've told you bout him in one my posts. yes, i addressed him as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The Bloody Ex&lt;/span&gt;. the relationship could only hold up till one and half years, again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't help but to notice that ALL my relationships before this just lasted up to one and half year,can you?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so, the lessons were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. if a guy cheated you once, he'll cheat you again. and again. and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2. if he dares to lie to you bout his feelings, expect him to lie to you bout his loyalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. before you leave such a bastard, plan your revenge. spend every penny he has. make him mellow towards you. then leave him for a rebound. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*evil loud laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;4. if you got to know bout his significant other (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;besides you&lt;/span&gt;), don't be shy to flirt. help yourself with the guys who are better than him. just let him be pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;5. dress for yourself. not for him. and again, flirt with full confidence since you've dressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;6. don't dump your friends. don't drift away from your friends when you have this kind of bastard as your partner. just go and enjoy with them. it'll be more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;7. if he's constantly condemns and backstabs his own good pals, do expect him to condemn you to his friends. yeah, two-faced pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i learnt a lot from my 3rd relationship with men. the first 2 was not enough to make me wise but the 3rd one did. made me more mature, actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;after that, i went into a rebound relationship which only last for 3 months. or was it 2 months? can't remember. nothing much. just someone to keep me company for a while. yeah, i acted like a bitch but i need to flirt also, no? cause nevertheless, the whole experience with The Bloody Ex was painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;after all the stupid relationship, full of shit - i finally met someone whom i am happy with. Hubby. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*giggles* &lt;/span&gt;oh, and i learnt some lessons during my relationship with Hubby too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. who says you can't have your friends as your partner? actually the best partner one could have is his/her own bestfriend. cause he/she knows you the best among all. and you can trust them to make your life wonderful. only one risk - if the relationship doesn't work out, you'll miss both a partner and a best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2. you don't have to go high and low to search for the right one. there is no right one. there is only one who will make things right for you. just wait, he'll come up right under your nose without you noticing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. ask your heart, but think with your brain. do the maths and think if you can commit yourself to the person and if the person can do the same to you. if you're sure, don't miss the chance. don't make him wait longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;4. relationship is about commitment showered with love. euw, doesn't sound like me at all. but it's true. it's about how far both of you willing to go and sacrifice to be together - to make the best out of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i've learned a lot from being with Hubby. when i met him, he was matured - so i don't expect any silly puppy-love from him. he was ready for a commited relationship. partner for life, husband and wife. that kind of thing. and we're still learning from each other - mistakes, personal and ect. and by learning, we don't get bored of each other. not to say im proud to have a so-called perfect relationship. we do share some arguments and fights. so i can't say it's perfect. but im sure of one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;im proud and lucky to have a person like him to be my partner for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so girls, when you get dumped or hurt - don't give up. always have hopes and dreams and who knows you're prince charming is just beside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;anyway, im slowly getting blur now. so i better stop before i ruin this whole post with some irrelevant rants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Dear Wiena, you deserve someone special. every one of us deserve someone special in their lives. don't give up cause of the past. the future has been drafted for you. just that, you need to explore to get to the right one :) go have some flirts *winks*&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/2328756659846284202-6757751940017637748?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6757751940017637748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6757751940017637748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6757751940017637748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6757751940017637748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/response-to-wienas-post-of-wanting-to.html' title='response to wiena&apos;s post of wanting to date again :p (lame title, i know)'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-3026287003782521984</id><published>2009-02-06T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:29:33.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piss 'em hypocrites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i hate hyprocrites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i despise them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;at one point, im feeling that if these kind of human beings don't exist, the world would be a better place. free and peaceful. less hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;im going to be very direct now cause i don't care if that particular person found out bout this post and feels fucked up. actually, that's my main point - to make the person feel fucked up and face the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;yesterday, i posted a comment on a friend's blog. just known her for a hi-hello sake. and i know she's the pious type. the religious one. and she rejected a simple comment from me, not once but quite a few times which makes me think that she's seeing me like as if im a disease or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;alright. i smoke. i drink. i socialize. i admit, i don't perform prayers but i believe in Him. i believe there's Heaven and Hell. and i believe in moral values. in other words, i believe what's in the heart matters the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and what rights do a person have to treat me like im a trash? like a contagious disease that needs to be quarantined or eliminated permanently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i thought that if you do believe in your own religion, be it any religion - each of us don't have any fucking right to judge other people based on what is shown outside. if a person behaves badly, doesn't mean that person have an impure heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;truth is, i don't need people of this type to be in my life. i never want any of this hideous-minded people to be in my circle of friends either. whoever feels comfortable with me being myself, i welcome you with an open heart. and for those who feels uncomfortable, hear me when i say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;take your bloody narrowed mind and stuck it up in your ass! fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ok. im done. i'll continue sometime later since i just back from lunch with Hubby whilst i was in the middle of typing this, hence i forgot some of what i want to type out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-3026287003782521984?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3026287003782521984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=3026287003782521984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3026287003782521984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3026287003782521984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/piss-em-hypocrites.html' title='piss &apos;em hypocrites'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-5367549986375847520</id><published>2009-02-05T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:26:31.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i felt a bit relaxed after hearing from my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;at one point, im missing him now. i can say he's one of those people who doesn't forget that i have feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it was very nice of him to drop me a call just now. we both shared our problems. told me his. told him mine. when i was at home, everytime i had problems i would hang out with him in his little room. smoke our lungs out and chit-chat. and just dream away sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;im lucky to have a brother who is almost a twin to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i cooled down a bit now. just a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;how i wish i could hang out with my brother now. just sit somewhere and smoke our problems out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-5367549986375847520?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5367549986375847520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=5367549986375847520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5367549986375847520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5367549986375847520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/brother.html' title='brother.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-3371918579185489629</id><published>2009-02-05T13:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:11:22.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Mistress - Marty Freidman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i got tagged by Wiena, and not wanting to stall any tags so im doing it now since im free now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag some friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS ‘ARE YOU OKAY’ YOU SAY?&lt;/b&gt; Anna Molly - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;/b&gt; Without You - Harry Nilsson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(wtf? that's too emotional.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/b&gt; Let It Rock - Kevin Rudolf feat Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(yeah, let him rock my world. nice!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? &lt;/b&gt;Roses - Outkast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(haha.totally different. Hubby just blew up my day with his fury. fuck. i can get pissed too, you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;/b&gt; Mamma Mia - Abba&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(alright. wtf again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT’S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Pardon Me - Incubus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Pardon what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? &lt;/b&gt;Here (In Your Arms) - Hello Goodbye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(oh, whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? &lt;/b&gt;Love Remains The Same - Gavin Rossdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(yeah, done pretending.)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Words - Bee Gees&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/b&gt; For The Love - Steve Vai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(nice one for my bestbud, Amoi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;My Baby - Kanye West&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(oh yeah, who wouldn't a fairy-tale life like such?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/b&gt; Best of Me - The Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;In The Shadows - Story of The Year&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/b&gt; Love in The Club - Usher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(woo. that's nice. clubbing-type wedding huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Crazy - Aerosmith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST??&lt;/b&gt; Neon - Hujan&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR??&lt;/b&gt; Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(frankly, it used to be a fear to me. but now, i don't give a fuck. my life is for my own.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/b&gt; No Me Ames - J.Lo and Marc Anthony&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Spanish what?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;The Greatest View - Silverchair&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/b&gt; Hard to Concentrate - RHCP&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/b&gt; Dragon Mistress - Marty Friedman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Newly editted : This post here had been deleted for the sake of others)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-3371918579185489629?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3371918579185489629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=3371918579185489629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3371918579185489629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3371918579185489629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/dragon-mistress-marty-freidman.html' title='Dragon Mistress - Marty Freidman'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-3120783326182929170</id><published>2009-02-05T12:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:57:35.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken English.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i wish i could write interesting posts like other blogger. like my other friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i always write something that are silly, relevant to nothing, craps and rants. seriously, am i trying too hard to write better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it's not that i don't have ideas of what to share and post. i have lots of stories to tell, lots of views to share but i often find it hard to express them into words. maybe it's because my English is getting worse. selection of words used are very minimal, hence couldn't find the right words to convey my message. i think i should read more. and i'd love to have my Oxford dictionary and Thesaurus back in my bookshelf. i left those two darlings back in the campus. i haven't got the chance to take my things back yet. obviously, i can't simply go into MPH bookstore and grab those dictionaries cause it does cost me a lot. i think i'll get an online dictionary instead. i'll look up later. have you got any websites that i can visit to get my own softcopy dictionary? please let me know, yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i still remember when i was small, my mum made us speak English as our first language. she was an English tutor back then, and she forced us to always look up in the dictionary whenever we found new or bombastic words, or even the spelling. she made us treat dictionaries like it's our own bible. like a must to be used daily. at first i hate using dictionaries, but as years went by, i basically became a priestess to the book. i bring it everywhere with me - school, extra classes, tuition, even at home while watching tv. took note of some weird words and search in the Oxford or Thesaurus for their meanings. and i used to be proud of myself back then, cause i could speak English very fluently, and write very good pieces of work - essays, poems or quadruples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;now, my English is broken. it has become English with a bit twists of Chinese language, Bahasa Melayu and also Tamil - here and there. not to mention when it comes to pronunciation - i speak out terribly. written? my sister can even laugh at me when i helped her out to write an essay. i kept on asking her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"what's the English word for ___ or ___?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum often scolded me for that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and tease me too till i feel so stupid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i was embarrassed, and i still am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i think i should read and practice my English language skills more. yeap. i think i'll just look up in Scribd and see if i can find something interesting to read. oh, and online dictionaries too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but i still want my dual-language Oxford dictionary! any ideas which site i could visit to get a softcopy or a software of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-3120783326182929170?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3120783326182929170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=3120783326182929170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3120783326182929170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3120783326182929170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken-english.html' title='broken English.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-291057036314562890</id><published>2009-02-04T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:34:24.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crystal hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i think i need some directions. or maybe some ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;do any one of you happen to know if there is a Buddha temple around here in kL? seriously, now thinking of it i just realized i haven't seen one since i came to kL. not like when i was in Miri, i could easily spot temples around the town. it's like a common building back in my hometown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;the reason of why im asking the question is that i need help from the monks. not actually the monks, but whoever that is wiser when it comes to dealing with nature. not for me, but for Hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;seriously, Hubby's bad luck is becoming into a never-ending omen now. last Friday, he just spent a total of rm650 for his bike and yesterday morning, he broke his specs. he didn't do anything to it, just that he held the right side when the left side broke. i pity him a lot. he's being terribly unlucky this year. so he got himself treated with a new pair of specs last night. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*tsk*tsk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so, again - any one of you knows where i can get healing crystals or is there any temples around kL? crystals are the better choice cause it does have the chemistry with our inner soul. and believe it or not, crystals are actually living things. but where to find? most crystals now are of commercial purposes only. not for soulful healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-291057036314562890?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/291057036314562890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=291057036314562890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/291057036314562890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/291057036314562890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/crystal-hunting.html' title='crystal hunting'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6238327831409735629</id><published>2009-02-03T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:03:40.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;im back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;sorry for not updating these few days. i've been very busy since last Friday until today. well, not exactly till today but i'll just include it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i moved out (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally!&lt;/span&gt;) from the guesthouse into a new apartment somewhere in Desa Petaling. Google it and you'll find the location. it isn't that far from my working place, just have to travel extra 10-15 minutes. so me and Hubby started to settle payments on Friday - took his bike from the workshop, gave a visit to Cavenzi to pay for the balance of the bedroom set but the store was closed. nothing much can be done on Friday since our paycheck only came in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;moved out on Saturday. went shopping for more comforter sets since they were on 80% discount sales. these sets are made from silk and pure cotton. no polyester or other artificial threads. shifted all the things into the apartment, and without realizing it - the bedroom were partly furnished. nothing much out from the boxes cause the other rooms are still on renovation. so have to use the master bedroom for some time while waiting for the other rooms including kitchen to be ready. once when everything is done and furnished, i'll take a picture of my new home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh, and i am staying with two nice housemates. Hubby and an old chap. i have known Hubby for years, and i know he's very reliable when it comes to safety of our home. and the old chap - he's the real tenant of the apartment. and he's renovating it for the house owner. and guess what? he will be furnishing the whole house with tasteful furnitures except for the bedrooms. there'll be LCD flat screen tv, new kitchen cabinets, a bar for the kitchen, sofa sets, and lots more. oh, Astro and wireless too. and he's only charging me and Hubby rm250 each. nice huh? his name is Chris and he is a one of the guest in the guesthouse. he had been staying in the guesthouse for more than 2 years now and he's happy now that there are some company in his apartment. all the old chap wants is good company, and he's more than happy to have us there since we have known him for almost a year now. a very calm, peaceful man without hanky-panky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;the place is nice too although from outside, the blocks look like some ancient buildings. yeap, the management doesn't really take care of the place but it is surrounded by lots of amenities. food stalls, shops, laundries, convenient shops, 24-hours outlets like 7-eleven and such. there are public transports around the area too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and like i said, once the renovation is over and the apartment is furnished, i'll take some snaps of the apartment. i can only take pictures of my bedroom, living room, and kitchen. other than that are off privacy. so i guess, best to describe the place is through some snaps. like they say, a picture can tell a thousand words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;will update more later. maybe tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: wiena, i'll do the tag when im done updating my blog, ok?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-6238327831409735629?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6238327831409735629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6238327831409735629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6238327831409735629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6238327831409735629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-home.html' title='new home.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-3307704509387699012</id><published>2009-01-29T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:47:20.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let-out-feelings session (please ignore)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;disclaimer : don't read if you're looking for a useful or interesting post. this definitely isn't one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand and can't accept the way people in this country work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i couldn't help but to notice and to experience the sense of racism here even when it comes to job expertise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;you don't get what im trying to say, do you? let me just share with you a bit of my disappointment and wrath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;yesterday, was the 3rd day of Chinese New Year and since Hubby's bike is still undergoing a major bypass operation at the workshop, we had no choice but to take a cab. and so we called in a cab. and this is the answer that i got from the operator for the cab company :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"im sorry but there are no cabs for today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i was like.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK&lt;/span&gt;? don't freaking tell me that most taxi drivers are Chinese? don't f*cking tell me even the other cab drivers are banging their balls at home, taking one-week off too? but i kept cool, calmed myself down and headed for the KTM station instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;another problem : banks. see, our company has implemented the auto-debit system to manage our salary deposit. in other words, our pay will be deposited straight into our account - no need for the hassle of collecting the money from the HR department or to wait 3 days for the cheque to be cleared as cash. with a click and tap on the keyboard, our pay will be in the account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and our pay supposed to be in our account yesterday. we confronted the HR whom then made a visit to the company's bank, demanding to know what was the problem. and here's what one of bank officer told our HR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"sorry Mister. but the person who is in charge to key-in the money into your employees' accounts is still on holiday. we can't bank in the money into their accounts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so? that wasn't supposed to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; problem. that's your bank problem! do you expect people to hang themselves to death, then only you'll key in our pay? come on, bitch. just because you all had your salary in before the New Year's holiday doesn't mean we had to keep on waiting for ours! we have expenses to pay, you slut! now, who asked you to take only one race in for the job as a bank officer? what, the other races aren't good enough to be a bank officer, is it? urgh!! im so pissed and the madness is crawling faster to my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and im fucking angry with the situation now, too. had to go through one problem after another, continuously non-stop. and im tired of solving one problem after another. and yet we are told to enjoy life. enjoy with what?! heaps of burdens and problems? seriously, there hasn't been a day in my working life that i haven't go through without getting a slap in the face with brain-splattering problems, and without having to solve them in a nick of time. and The Boss keeps on pressuring me with lots of tasks and projects. i can go mad. i can see my future having to end up in a psychiatric ward, or home. good. a very "bright" future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;now, i just feel like turning into Hulk. no no. not a green one, it'll be the red one. or maybe an angry psychopath. yeah. i think i opt for the latter cause im very good at imagining how to torture people to death, psychopathically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but then again, the little girl in me will take over. and i end up sitting quietly in front of my lappy, emotionless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;p/s: thank you for reading my rants. really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-3307704509387699012?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3307704509387699012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=3307704509387699012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3307704509387699012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/3307704509387699012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-out-feelings-session-please-ignore.html' title='let-out-feelings session (please ignore)'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-4923141281186618769</id><published>2009-01-28T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:31:43.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feng Shui, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;First of all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GONG XI FA CHAI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;now, it's the year of the Earth Ox. which means, another year to my own chinese zodiac year - Year of the Tiger. and as i mingled around with Uncle Google last night, i came upon an article which thrilled me out. i have an exciting news to share with all my Tiger friends - next year's Chinese New Year will be the year of the Tiger and here's the blast &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*drums roll*&lt;/span&gt; it will fall on Valentine's Day! no shit. am not joking. serious here. so screw this year's Valentine. plan a special one next year, especially if both you and your partner are of Tiger year, it'll be a blooming loving year for both of you &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but that's about next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;what about this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;here's a review on Tigers for 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 2008, Tiger people had a &lt;b&gt;Travel Star&lt;/b&gt; connected with their career and  wealth. There were good and bad in career and money luck. Some tiny Unlucky  Stars appeared in health and love area. The general fortune of 2008 should be  fair. There are more &lt;b&gt;Unlucky Stars &lt;/b&gt;coming in 2009. The career luck is  fair, but  money luck will go south. Therefore Tiger people should pay more attentions on  job position and money investment in the year of the Cow. Since Tiger and Cow  have the hurting relationship, your people public relationship will be poor than  last year.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Career&lt;/span&gt;: The &lt;b&gt;Lucky Sun Star&lt;/b&gt; moves to your career area in year 2009.  People around you will support and give you career guide or offer your career  opportunity. Because the &lt;b&gt;Sun Star&lt;/b&gt; is a male, therefore the person gives  your major help will be a man. The sign shows that your boss or supervisor will  appreciate your performance and give you more responsibility on assign you major  tasks. Certainly, you should gasp this opportunity and fully go for it. However,  there is one Unlucky Star coming in the same time, which will disturb your  working emotion and obstruct your working progress. If you lose your confidence,  cannot overcome the emotional impact, then you might lose this career  opportunity and all your efforts will become futile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;: Tiger people don't have any &lt;b&gt;Lucky Star&lt;/b&gt; related to money luck.  Instead, there are two &lt;b&gt;Unlucky Stars&lt;/b&gt; appearing in 2009. Therefore the  money income is hard to reach your goal. One sign shows your expense will be  more than before, you won't have too much left for saving. This tells you that  every time you shop or purchase something, you have to make sure you really need  the merchandise. The other sign shows someone might deceive your money  investment. That means something might happen and force you to use your savings  to pay for that event. Therefore, you shouldn't be greedy in any investment and don't do any risky  business even with your close friends or relatives in the year of the Cow.  Otherwise, your wealth will decrease a lot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;: No matter that you are single, in love or married, your love  relationship is not bad in 2009, because there is a &lt;b&gt;Love Star &lt;/b&gt;coming to  you. If you are single, you have good chance to meet your companion, even  develop a closer relationship. If you are in love, then your love relationship  will become stronger and closer. If your partner is ready, then you might get married this  year. If you are married, you will be giving and receiving the love more from  your spouse. However, you need to keep the distance from the opposite sex  outside to avoid misunderstanding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;: There is a tiny &lt;b&gt;Unlucky Health Star&lt;/b&gt; around you in 2009. But it  won't cause any serious disease. Tiger people should have a good health in the  year of the Cow. Only some might have the pressure or obstacle from their job  and feel gloomy or depressed. As long as you know how to relax yourself to  reduce the stress and let alone unnecessary concern, you should have good energy  and spirit entire year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fortune&lt;/span&gt;: The luck of Tiger people in the year of Cow is fair. The unlucky  part is in the career and wealth area. So don't expect you will have high job  performance or good financial achievement. In your career, since the &lt;b&gt;Unlucky Stars&lt;/b&gt; attack on  your weakness of the personality, if your  can persist your determination, keep your humble attitude to face the  challenge, then you will have a better chance to succeed. In the wealth, you  need to plan your financial strategy in the beginning of the year. Then make  sure to follow your plan to balance your budget. Otherwise, your monthly expense  will exceed your income. Your should have good health during the entire year.  You have excellent luck in love relationship in 2009. However, I shouldn't look  for new relationship, if you already have your lover or spouse. This is because  that new relationship might not last to the next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;for other animal chinese zodiacs, help yourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://www.chinesefortunecalendar.com/2009/2009Zodiac.htm"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;my family had always follow the Chinese culture of getting tips and hints for feng shui. countless of times had they reminded me to get for myself some items which can bring or keep the good luck to me, to help me gain prosperity in health, wealth, fortune or even relationships. being so-called modern type, i ignored until today i seeked my mum's advice for real.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i got a loud, sarcastic laugh from her before she could give any comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;not only for myself, but also for Hubby. not going into details, i can only tell that our luck is running out. so my mum suggested us to go and check out any feng shui outlets and get ourselves some lucky gemstones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;which brings to the main point of me posting this boring post, just for the sake to ask one question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;does anyone of you knows any shop of feng shui other than the one in Midvalley?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-4923141281186618769?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4923141281186618769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=4923141281186618769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4923141281186618769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4923141281186618769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/feng-shui-anyone.html' title='Feng Shui, anyone?'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-2948403704329956113</id><published>2009-01-25T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:02:43.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;sorry for not blogging for the whole week. i've been very busy work-wise and also with domestic issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;at work, i do have redundant time to blog but since another client is going to fly to Malaysia to get updates or progress about another project, so everyone is busy excluding me and Hubby. i couldn't blog cause there were a lot of busybody people in the lab. and plus, i need to train the newcomer before i could fly off to Germany. will be expecting another 2 newcomers, don't know when they're going to sign in for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mummy got into a deep shit also, and i had to help her out. went through lots of headaches, thanks to her blonde genes. i won't include the details of what actually happen, so the most hint i can give is that Mummy just became a total blonde this week. she did something that i woulnd't ever expect her to do. but problem was solved. thank God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and now, i just got back from shopping. not for clothes. but for my new home. went around to survey for flat screen plasma TVs. opting for the 42-inch screen. nice! some extra furniture. and to buy curtain sets too. and yes, im very much tired and sleepy now cause i had been going around kL since afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i can't blog much now cause im tired. im sleepy. my eyes are getting heavier now. and my lappy's battery is going lower now. i'll blog bout more interesting stuff later on, if i have the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-2948403704329956113?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2948403704329956113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=2948403704329956113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2948403704329956113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2948403704329956113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/hectic-week.html' title='hectic week.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6972221698783696266</id><published>2009-01-19T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:39:28.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great weekend and overweight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh God! i've been waiting this whole day to blog as i do have lots of things to share in my blog. but i had work to do, The Boss came in for a quick visit and Hubby kept on distracting me and pulling me away from Blogger. so now, i have a bit of time to blog of what i did during the weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Friday was one of the good days i had. there was a client from Germany who came down to Malaysia to keep himself updated with the project im doing now, and i was surprised to know that he was impressed with our work. and guess what he offered us for a treat? a one month plant trip to Germany! yes people, I and Hubby will be going to Germany anytime as soon as we have trained the incoming engineers. obviously, The Boss was so thrilled and happy to know about the news. and that was in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;night came by, Hubby and I had to rush to meet up with some of his old friends. it was a nice and simple gathering and I was happy to see that Hubby enjoyed himself with his friends. though i feel a little bit awkward being among the guys, but i found myself enjoying the company too. and we ended the gathering late at night with hugs and wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we woke up late in the afternoon and within an hour, we were out with one of our housemates. oh, did i tell you that me and Hubby will be staying with one old man? he doesn't look old but he's old enough to be called uncle at our age. im assuming he's around 40 to 5o years old. and he's very wise. and extremely knowledgeable at almost everything. ok, cut the story short. so we went off to Cavenzi to pick our bedroom sets. mine costed around rm1400 which includes a queen size bed with a brand new mattress, a wardrobe, a bedside table and a dressing table with quite a big mirror. also, including the delivery and installation fees. nice huh? i can't believe i can get a Cavenzi bedroom set with such cheap price. and im looking forward to sleep on my new bed, in my new place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;then we went off to pick up a Pakistani couple, Aisha and Zeia. they just moved to Mont Kiara about 2 weeks ago and they wanted to go to Ikea. so, our next destination was Ikea of course. my eyes were rolling up and down, left and right. so excited and thrilled to see all the nice things they have in Ikea. i even had some ideas for my bedroom, thanks to the showrooms in Ikea. and oh, im quite embarrassed to share this but what the heck - i'll just spill it out. we went to the bathroom section and i saw a cute weighing scale. i wanted to tease Hubby bout how heavy he can be, so i asked him to weigh himself on the scale. turned out that he lost another 3 kgs. but still, he was overweight for his height. so i confidently stepped on the scale, thinking that my weight would just go to 48kg, the maximum. Hubby laughed his head off when he saw the scale. i looked down and i saw 55kg. WTF??!! i put up about 10kgs!! and i still think the weighing scale is damaged. i won't accept the fact that im overweight! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grunts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;anyways, we went back to Aisha's place and oh-my-God! the place is very, very beautiful! i fell in love the moment i saw the whole place. it looks like a luxurious condo, when it is actually just a medium-cost apartment! and they're staying at the 23rd floor. the view was splendid. the breeze was cooling. well, if anyone of you would like to stay there, Aisha is offering the fully-furnished master bedroom at a price of rm600. let me know, and i will tell them yeah? they invited us for supper &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which supposed to be dinner)&lt;/span&gt; and we had great time talking and laughing the night away. we only went back home at abour 3 am. exhausted, but we had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;me and Hubby planned to relax at home but we suddenly remembered that we had to go buy me a new phone. so off to Midvalley. bought the phone and thought of surveying the prices for curtains and comforter sets. we went to Jaya Jusco since Carrefour didn't have much choices. and guess what? we were lucky enough to get for ourselves comforter sets, made from high quality chiffon silk at only rm150. so we were like running around, so excited to see the sales for comforter sets, rugs, carpets, and curtains. Hubby instantly turned into a shopaholic woman after seeing all these things on sales. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt; another thing to look forward - to sleep on silk that was originally at a price of rm700. we only got back at the guesthouse late evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;today, The Boss came in with better news. she informed that we may be leaving to Germany mid of February, that's the earliest. and we have another project in hand. Hubby was extremely happy, and so was i. it's true of what they say - life is like a wheel. sometimes you're down, other times you would be up. i was down a week ago, and now good things are coming to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but still, i can't accept the fact that i had put on extra 10kgs! the heaviest in my record was 48kgs. and now, im 55kgs - which is an obvious overweight. i need to diet. i need to restore my hyperactive metabolism. no wonder i can't fit into most of my clothes anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so, how was your weekends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-6972221698783696266?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6972221698783696266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6972221698783696266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6972221698783696266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6972221698783696266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-weekend-and-overweight.html' title='great weekend and overweight'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-7535431670013362262</id><published>2009-01-15T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:46:41.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i drill a small hole in my skull to vent out some things out of my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*sigh of relief*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;for now, im kinda free although i do have so many things to do. some are easy and jiffy, but mostly do require me to crush my brains again, and make my life miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;list of things that i have to do :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1. &lt;/span&gt;get 3 quotations from different companies to purchase some spare parts and consumables for my gas chromatograph. i think this one, will take quite a while to purchase since The Boss is always reluctant to spend some money for little things like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2.&lt;/span&gt; re-install the stupid columns into the gas chromatograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3.&lt;/span&gt; do another callibration on the 2nd gas chromatograph since the client was very adamant (and stubborn too) for us to follow exactly their operating condition. i've tried like 3 months ago, and it didn't work. i told him that it did't work out as expected, and that i've come up with another condition that yields better results but i guess, he's just the stubborn type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4.&lt;/span&gt; oh. i forgot. i have to do callibration on the first gas chromatograph too. that means i have to do twice tasks of #3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5.&lt;/span&gt; this is the toughest part : i have to re-modified the reactor. haih~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and to be honest, im kinda lost in my own life too. i guess i've been doing thinking so much till i don't know what day is it, what date and i still thought it was 2008. yeah, im outdated very much. im unsure now whether i can still hold on myself like before. im a successful grower of white hair. and my hair is falling quite a lot too these days. i thought maybe my scalp wasn't suitable enough for long hair. so i cut short. 3 trims already for now. but they still keep on falling. am i under stress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh. i eat a lot too. but i think my appetite is slowing decreasing now. for real food i mean. im more to munchies compared to real food. yeah, the junkie type. and i am being more playful while eating. for me to finish up a simple meal, it will take me at leasy half an hour - if i'm really eating. often, i only play around with my food. that makes Hubby angry. and yeah, i don't always finish my food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;nowadays, i always get scolded by Hubby a lot more than before. i think, i have let my mind think so much of things that it get me wandering around like a dumber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i don't do things perfectly anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i don't do things in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i have become unorganized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i am day-dreaming more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;my senses have become less sensitive, like for example - when Hubby is talking to me, i don't listen. i can only listen to my thoughts. or when i talk, i talk rubbish more. and my eyes are wandering, day dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;in a nutshell, im out of focus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;like now, i forgot what to blog. i had ideas just now, but my mind wandered off. the last thing i remembered, my tummy was grumbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;maybe i'll just continue later when im more focused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-7535431670013362262?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7535431670013362262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=7535431670013362262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7535431670013362262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7535431670013362262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-i-drill-small-hole-in-my-skull-to.html' title='can i drill a small hole in my skull to vent out some things out of my mind?'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6630098054252710797</id><published>2009-01-14T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:09:24.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter meme tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I got tagged from WaniDuckie. a letter meme to do. it has been quite some time since my last tag. let's see how silly can this meme be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instructions. Answer the questions below and put your answers into the numbers below.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear (the last person who text messaged you),&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I’m sure you’re (6) enough to understand (7). I’m returning (8) to you, but I’ll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11). (12), (Your name)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letter Meme Instructions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the “letter meme”.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag no less than 5 other people.&lt;br /&gt;3. Then copy the “how-to” letter meme, and finish your journal entry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. WHAT’S THE COLOUR OF YOUR SHIRT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tuto"&gt;White - I’ll join the monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn’t match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You’re a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I’m selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You’re a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Other - I’m in love with your sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. WHICH IS YOUR BIRTH MONTH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tuto"&gt;May - First of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. WHICH FOOD DO YOU PREFER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tuto"&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebabs - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In woman’s clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. WHAT’S THE COLOUR OF YOUR SOCKS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tuto"&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot- Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. WHAT’S THE COLOUR OF YOUR UNDERWEAR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Black- My best friend&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="tuto"&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My pen-pal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United’s goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU PREFER TO WATCH ON TV?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tuto"&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;House - Scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. YOUR MOOD RIGHT NOW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I’ve felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa Doesn’t Exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Depressed - That we’re cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tuto"&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyed - That I’m open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. WHAT’S THE COLOUR OF YOUR WALLS IN YOUR BEDROOM?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tuto"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. THE FIRST LETTER OF YOUR FIRST NAME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbor Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="tuto"&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David’s tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. THE LAST LETTER IN YOUR LAST NAME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tuto"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU PREFER TO DRINK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water - Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tuto"&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. TO WHICH COUNTRY WOULD YOU PREFER TO GO ON A VACATION?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Boo-hoo now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tuto"&gt;France - In pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hubby&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/p&gt; I don’t really know how to tell you this, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m in love with your sister&lt;/span&gt;. I think I realized it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when I changed tennis shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outside of Chicago&lt;/span&gt; and I saw you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="tuto"&gt;Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m sure you’re &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scarred&lt;/span&gt; enough to understand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that we’re cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="tuto"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’m returning&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your false teeth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to you, but I’ll keep &lt;strong&gt;your suicide note&lt;/strong&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never openly mocked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mInImOy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. this is so far the silliest tag i've done. wth? haha. and im so lesbo to be in love with a girl, and so incest having relationship with my so-called cousin. haha. im cranky now by the way, so just let me laugh and enjoy this stupid silly-ness for a while. ok. tagging time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i wish to tag all my friends who came across this post. including Hubby! i know you're constantly reading my blog. so do the tag. no skipping, not any one of you all also. ok. im hungry. off for food now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-6630098054252710797?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6630098054252710797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6630098054252710797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6630098054252710797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6630098054252710797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/letter-meme-tagged.html' title='letter meme tagged!'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-7818424082338565564</id><published>2009-01-13T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:28:58.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i need to blog. need to get some things out of my mind. it's so messy in there. i can imagine my brain or perhaps, my memory, is like an attic that hasn't been cleaned for like a hundred years. ok. maybe im too exaggerating but it's just similar to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;alright. i only have less than 15 minutes to blog, which i know i won't realize later that i had blog more than the free-time im having now. yeah, im terribly busy since yesterday - maybe entire week too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh! hold on please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vanish from in front of the lappy for about half an hour&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;sorry.need to flow in the synthetic gas into my reactor to produce methanol. anyways, im back so we're back to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;God, i think this week will be a week full of tense, worries and jinx. yeah, bad luck. it started off yesterday when i had a fight with Hubby. well, it wasn't that bad cause it only lasted 10-15 mins. then, i was freaking sleepy and somehow i really felt, deep inside, that this week's Monday will be full of bad lucks. and yes, my instinct was right. i was called for an adhoc meeting with The Boss in the morning. need to impossibly compile a report for an urgent presentation before noon. spent 2 hours making a fool out of myself during the presentation. and the client was from Germany. and he really knows stuff at the tip of his fingers. that means, i can't simply lie. my results of project was sort of bad to him, so have to spend another half an hour listening to an ear-paining lectures from the client and The Boss, but i was relieved to know they were satisfied with the progress. it turned out to be over their expectation, but still need improvement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;which explains why am i here, and not looking forward to go back home even though it's almost 5.30pm. cause i was assigned, along with Hubby, to be at the reactor site for 24 hours. yeah, working our arses out for 24hours. and we can only go back tomorrow morning about 8.30 am and have to come back around 10am. yeah. 2 and half an hour rest only. cruel huh? i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;another thing that worries me is that Hubby got a phone call from the university's hospital this morning. it was the doctor who took Hubby in for his dengue studies. it seems that Hubby's liver is having some viral-whatever problem. Hubby told me that it wasn't serious but who would believe that? and im so freaking adamant to get Hubby working his fat out starting from now. no more excuses. he needs to shed off those fatty bumps and lumps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh. so many things to worry in my head right now. work. moving out into a new place. getting a car. Hubby's health. money-matters. and my own can't-be-included-here personal problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;that's why i feel like hibernating now. oh, how i wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-7818424082338565564?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7818424082338565564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=7818424082338565564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7818424082338565564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7818424082338565564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/urgh.html' title='urgh!'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-8227879572701452888</id><published>2009-01-09T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:26:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling so low =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;how hard it is for a simple girl like me to have a total make over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i mean, obviously i can't do all in once cause it's going to need lots of ka-ching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;is there anyone of you, could give me bits of hints or tips to start a make-over of myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;now, you would be wondering why i suddenly ask for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it happened after i saw some pictures of old friends. and boy, they really look different. some just look unexpectedly hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;see, i want a make-over not for Hubby. he has no complaints at all for the way i dress or look. he doesn't mind me dressing up so simple, even as simple as shorts and slippers. without any make-up on the face, not even a lip-gloss or eyeliners. nope. definitely, he's not the reason for the change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;main reason is i want to feel good. you see, i have a major problem with my self-esteem and confidence. both are at really low level. so low, that i can say a clown-lady look more beautiful or pretty than i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i know how to dress, mix and match my clothes. maybe it's just that i never care. or never realize that i should care. can you believe it if i say, i fail terribly of putting on eyeliners? alright, let's not take eyeliners for consideration. i even don't have any idea how to dab on face-powder or a freaking foundation on my face! the only thing i know is how to swipe the lip-gloss or lipsheer across my lips. cause that's the easiest thing to do. any idiotic person can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i do have taste in fashion. i know what color suits me and my skin. what attire should i wear on certain occasions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i have accessories - a few bracelets, 4 anklets, 25 pairs of earring, 2 sandals, 3 heels, about 4-5 handbags of different styles. that's all i can remember for now.oh and belts too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;when i look in the mirror, i saw nothing of me that is appalling. ok, i reluctantly admit it that i do have an asset which can make most guys to stare at me, but apart of that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;maybe it's not about the accessories or clothes. maybe i just feel so low cause i keep telling myself "you're so f*cking normal and boring".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i don't know. these kind of thoughts is disturbing the whole day. for these all while. but as always, i would just shrug it off and pretend that i never thought of these things. put up a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;any advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;hints or tips maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;or experiences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-8227879572701452888?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8227879572701452888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=8227879572701452888&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/8227879572701452888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/8227879572701452888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-so-low.html' title='feeling so low =('/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6752944136913705337</id><published>2009-01-08T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:27:23.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>local Sarawak dialect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;yesterday, i came upon a post in a friend's blog. im guessing that was her former blog, cause i didn't see any updates to it. the recent post which dated back in 2007 was about teaching others bout our Sarawak local dialect. the type of Malay language that is mostly used in Sarawak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;at first, i thought it was kind of useful and feel sort of proud for others specially the people in Peninsular to be interested in learning our dialect. but then again, i thought - shyte. if others understand and know how to use the dialect, that could be pretty bad. why? cause we won't be able to talk bout them already! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as in other words, bitching bout them&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;at one point, i have fun talking in my local dialect. most of the people here in Peninsular have this one assumption that the Borneo-ans don't understand the type of dialect they're using here. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*LOL*&lt;/span&gt; actually, we do understand, right? come on, our Bahasa Malaysia is more fluent back in Borneo. so as our English. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we aren't as uneducated, uncivilized or not modernized as most had imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;alright, maybe most of the Borneo-ans won't be able to understand the dialect used by those who are from Kedah, Terengganu or Kelantan. but we are able to understand though. cause the dialects are not too far from the standardized Malay language. so, yeah. we understand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ok. back to the Sarawak dialect. like i said, i have fun talking in my local dialect cause i can talk whatever i want specially when i need to say something very horrible. yeah, some sort like bitching but mind you - i bitch a person right in his/her face if i get really pissed. if im not, then i'll curse and throw out horrid words in my Sarawak dialect. obviously, none of them understand. oh, major exceptions for those who had stayed in Sarawak long enough for them to learn the dialect. example, Illy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt; Hubby can understand a bit of here and there, enough to know what im talking bout or who im refering to. but it's very freaking funny to hear him trying to pronounce words of the so-called exotic dialect. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh, one hint though. when you're about to curse or say something horrid to someone from Peninsular, don't use all the nasty words like (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;excuse me&lt;/span&gt;) : kimak, pukek, cibai, etc. most of them understand those words. bad words are faster to be learned than any types of words. so, use other words like : ngegeh, bujat, kenjar, ect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;which also reminds me, not to teach Hubby lots of words. maybe i could just teach him some basic sentences or words to make fun of him. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ROFL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-6752944136913705337?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6752944136913705337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6752944136913705337&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6752944136913705337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6752944136913705337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/local-sarawak-dialect.html' title='local Sarawak dialect'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-447124156506603305</id><published>2009-01-07T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:55:30.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belated new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;7th January 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;im late for a week now. late of wishing Happy New Year for the had-come-and-passing 2009. i have read friends' posts about the new year - how and where they celebrated it. with whom they were celebrating. what are their resolutions for this year. and some included recaps of the year before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;anyway, it's never too late, right? i mean, come on - im just late by one week. so here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;HAPPY belated NEW YEAR 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;again, i didn't celebrate the new year this time. this new year, i almost forgot that it's the new beginning of 2009. truth to be told, i actually forgot what date it is today till my cursor accidentally skidded to the taskbar tray. i didn't go for any celebration cause Hubby was not feeling well. so i was busy running around, taking care of him where else others around me were running around busy to get themselves ready for the countdown. but i don't mind anyway. what's a New Year's celebration besides having to spend some ka-ching? nothing important i guess. like The Boss always says "important, but not urgent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2008 had been very tough for me. life really tested me fully of my mental, physical, emotions and almost everything. i had learnt lots of hardships in life that im sure none of my friends have gone through. for those whom i can really call as friends, they would know how hard my 2008 had been. but im the type of person who sees almost everything in any positive ways. im glad that with the hardships i had gone through out the year, i can grow up more maturely, generally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;in 2008, i have learnt that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#1. life is always about ups and downs. we can't be pampered and nurtured all the time. at one point, we should know how to live life. and i've learnt that. the word is independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#2. be careful with whom you open up your thoughts, feelings and secrets. some people (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or should i say, even friends&lt;/span&gt;) might just not be the one whom you can trust. even family too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#3. don't be so naive and innocent. or you'll never survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#4. when it comes to survival, we have to do whatever it takes to live. even playing with fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#5. there is no such taboo as "best-friends can't be couples". bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#6. always think positive, take one step at a time in life - and you'll make through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#7. always be proud of what you are - nothing is better and more significant in life other than what is inside of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#8. don't give a damn bout what people think or say bout you. it's not like they're the one who are going to feed your tummy or pay your expenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i learnt lots more, but too much for words. and yes, i do have resolutions for this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;in 2009, i wish (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and plan!&lt;/span&gt;) to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#1. generally, take a step forward in life - improve myself inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#2. be more mature, but keep the youth in heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#3. save more money (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubby, i know you're laughing at this but where there is a will, there is always a way&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#4. get a proper (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and cheaper&lt;/span&gt;) and cosy place to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#5. be more health cautious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#6. get a car! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#7. spend less money on necessary stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#8. stay out from major problems like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;#9. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;) to have a make-over for myself - turn myself from a the most simple girl to someone who is simple but yet catchy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt; but i doubt i can do that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;honestly, i dont really care what year has passed and what year is coming. cause for me, everyday is the same. what differentiates it is what we go through every single day. what we experience. and what we learn from the experiences. other than those, nothing is significant for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-447124156506603305?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/447124156506603305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=447124156506603305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/447124156506603305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/447124156506603305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/belated-new-year.html' title='belated new year'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-5813273242349484557</id><published>2009-01-07T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:52:32.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>locked out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;im locked outside my lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;which means, i can't get in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;which leads to me having to force myself to sit in the office while waiting for the contractor to fix the sensor lock of the lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;which means, i am having less privacy now that everyone can see what im doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so i have to put on a very serious "oh, im busy working now" face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;plus, having to just receive an email from The Boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;which made my mood worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and im getting very bored and sleepy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so im typing this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;will blog again as soon as i can get back into my lab. full privacy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-5813273242349484557?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5813273242349484557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=5813273242349484557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5813273242349484557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5813273242349484557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/locked-out.html' title='locked out.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-1295289072034335191</id><published>2009-01-05T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:45:06.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mischievious Mr.Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;nice. just nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;just as me and Hubby is about to take our first stepping stone towards living a healthy life by jogging, the weather is taking an earlier step ahead of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it's about to rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i bet it's going to rain very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;most probably till night. till it's just too late for both of us to start our first day of evening exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh, look! it's raining already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;how very thoughtful of you to pay us a visit now, Mr Rain. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sarcastically*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-1295289072034335191?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1295289072034335191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=1295289072034335191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1295289072034335191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1295289072034335191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/mischievious-mrrain.html' title='mischievious Mr.Rain'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-7494822355310176381</id><published>2009-01-05T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:56:03.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolution?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh. i had such a great Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;first i met up with some of my ex-schoolmates - friends from high-school. there was Kim and her bro, Aaron. and Kassman, who came with Alem. and Wani, who just got down the plane from Miri. and a new friend - Aisyah was the name. obviously, there was Hubby too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it's sort of weird why Hubby is tagged as "The Rock" by my friends. i mean, honestly (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry Hubby, you know i can't lie&lt;/span&gt;) - he doesn't look like The Rock at all. and with the tummy? wth? he looks more like the cute Kung-Fu Panda. seriously. it started from WaniDuckie, who claimed that Hubby looks like that particular WWF superstar. again, wth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but anyway, we had really great time. i was thinking yesterday, if i have found an apartment for myself - furnished it nicely with anything i want, and the way i want it to be, i'll surely invite my friends to come for lunch or tea, or maybe dinner. it's economical and very comfortable too. and no worries bout my to-be housemates. i will not have any, anyway. basically, the place is mine and only mine. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*dreaming away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ok. back to earth. so, after meeting up with my friends, another Uni friend by the nick Bhai asked us out. so from Midvalley we went to Bangsar. chatted, drank and laughed our hearts out. boy, it was really a good session of jokes till we all laughed our faces red. we hang out for 4 hours before going back at about 1.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh, just a random blurt - i haven't had good sleep for 2 days now. first night, i had terrible and weird dreams that made me wake up every hour or so. and last night, i just couldn't sleep. so im feeling really sleepy now. and flu is coming for a visit too. and my tummy hurts. not for the big trade in the loo, but something else. it feels like a period pain, but without period. urgh. it's spoiling my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;another random rant - Hubby finally bought a pair of running shoes. and he bought an expensive one of Reebok which costed around RM250. so, both of us will start our healthy activity after working hours - we're going walking. then maybe after a few weeks, jogging. it supposed to be some sort like a new year resolution, but it wasn't actually. Hubby's getting old and he needs to keep his health at a good par. and it seems like his tastebuds had lost their interest for coffee (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubby is/was a coffee-addict&lt;/span&gt;). his smoking is also reducing. and Hubby jokingly told that God had divined him with the light (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever!&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ok.i just back from the loo, and im pretty blur now of what did, should and will i write in this post. im having this short-term memory loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and im growing more white hair too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;geez, im turning old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;luckily, like Wiena said, blogging isn't like an essay. doesn't have to be, actually. if not, i will surely fail blogging big time with all the irrelevant nonsense and summary. no intro, mixed-up points which are mostly irrelevant at all to one another, and very bad closing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i need to re-sharpen my creativity and English too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-7494822355310176381?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7494822355310176381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=7494822355310176381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7494822355310176381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/7494822355310176381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolution.html' title='resolution?'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-1368619560090431896</id><published>2009-01-02T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:15:30.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Dearest friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Pardon me for not updating my blog for quite some time. i've been very busy running errands and managing things with just two little hands, juggling everything in order. alright. i've quite gotten lost with where i have stopped writing, so im just going to write starting from last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i went to meet up with an old friend, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://waniduckie.blogspot.com/"&gt;WaniDucki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://waniduckie.blogspot.com/"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;. from the nickname, it's obvious that she loves ducks a lot. she can be a fairy-duck-mother in the fairy-duck land. anyways, we haven't seen each other since after we received our final results from high-school. so it's been like 5 years now. she hasn't changed much - still the same old her. i can't tell much cause i can only tell what i saw - physically. back to the story, we met up at Midvalley's Coffee Bean and we were able to catch up with each other for an hour or so. but it's nice to know that she will be back in kL sometime mid of Jan, and my other ex-schoolmates will be here too. i hope there will be a little gathering, just to catch up with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;on Monday, me and Hubby met up with a very good friend of ours - Surin. he came down to kL with his family but he's very nice enough to spend a few hours to catch up with us. again, Coffee Bean became the spot. we sat down, drank and smoked while chatted with each other. Surin needed a new pair of sandals so off we went to look for him, and found the one he wanted. we went around the mall until it's time to say goodbye. we sent him off to his parents and met his family. such a nice and warm family he has there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;then things started to get very busy for me. Monday night, Hubby was down with a terrible fever. his body is warm enough to cook an egg on him. but he's shivering cold. at first i thought, it's just a fever. the next day, he got worse. so i decided to take him to the nearest clinic and he was suspected with dengue. i was worried. shocked. angry. anything other than happy or relieved. on Wednesday, he wasn't getting better. so i took him to the University Hospital and he was admitted for observation. we were so relieved to know that he wasn't affected with dengue, and it's only high fever. but the doctors advised him to make appointments for follow-ups on his blood test. he got better day after day. Hubby just got back from the hospital and the results were a relief again. his next appointment will be next friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;as for me, i feel a bit tired after running around the whole week, especially during Hubby's down-time. im looking forward for this weekend as to rest myself wholly. oh yeah, i am at workplace now. and it's very boring. counting hours to go back too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;another half of the day to go before a nice weekend at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-1368619560090431896?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1368619560090431896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=1368619560090431896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1368619560090431896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1368619560090431896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-me.html' title='busy-me'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-5599424398046356798</id><published>2008-12-30T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:29:20.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate to be worried.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;these 2 weeks had been some worrying weeks for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;first Grandpa went for a surgery for his pelvic bones i think last week. i was worried as i couldn't visit him but in the end, everything turned out fine. phew~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;yesterday, Hubby had a really bad fever. his body is warming up like nobody's business and i can tell that i can cook an egg on his body. but with that temperature and heat, he's shivering cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so i took a leave off work today and bring him to the nearest clinic. he was suspected with dengue. lucky for him, it was still at an early stage. he needs to get 3 injections in 3 days to get real better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;now im blur, thinking bout my work load. and other lots of stuff in mind. i think i need to unwind myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-5599424398046356798?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5599424398046356798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=5599424398046356798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5599424398046356798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5599424398046356798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-to-be-worried.html' title='i hate to be worried.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-9133460669297401031</id><published>2008-12-28T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:55:03.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a b*tch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hubby had been very sweet these past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;he bought for me a pc-dvd game. he accompanied me to meet an old friend of mine, Wani and bought a large white chocolate dream from Coffee Bean. and lots more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;tonight, we went to take away some nice dinner from KFC. but something happened while we were waiting for our order and change of cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;there was this one cocky woman standing behind us. at first i thought she was a foreigner but after stealing a quick glance at her, i got to know that she's an Indian - from her facial appearance of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i noticed quite a while she was getting rather impatient waiting for her turn to place her order but hey, she just got into the line like less than 5 minutes! another 5 minutes absolutely wouldn't hurt right? but i just pretend not to notice and paid attention more on checking our food in the plastic bags while Hubby waited for another order and also for the change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;out of a sudden, this cocky b*tch came in between us and sounded "excuse me, can you move away and let me through?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;before i could say anything, Hubby replied " excuse me, can't you see im still waiting for my order AND my change of cash? do you mind?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so i took another real good look at the lady and i think i can make up of what kind of woman she is. she's wearing mini skirt - not as short as mine so she thinks she's one big hell of a hot chick. i was pissed and if Hubby hadn't open his mouth first, i would surely addressed her "hey b*tch!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and guess what? she came to the counter not to place an order but to chat with the cashier-girl! once again, before i left the counter i purposely uttered out "what a b*tch!" - loud enough for her to hear for herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;LOL. serves her right for being a cocky b*tch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-9133460669297401031?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/9133460669297401031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=9133460669297401031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/9133460669297401031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/9133460669297401031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-btch.html' title='what a b*tch!'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-5387804138855884179</id><published>2008-12-26T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:36:13.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;very often that i get a bit of jealous when seeing girls around me have the chance to dress themselves up. look good. look cute. look pretty. look astonishingly beautiful. look presentable, sweet and bla bla bla. my eyes would quickly glance at these girls from head to toe, from hair to the heels. i inspect and observe everything of these girls, and slowly i envy them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;cause i wish i can be like them, but yet i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i love dresses. i love mini skirts. i love baby-tees. i love formal attire. i love casuals. i love jeans-wear. oh, i just love clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but i can't possibly have much of them - not as many as other girls my age would have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;cause i have more needed and important things to buy or pay : the house. food budget for the whole month. toileteries. savings. pocket money for my bro and my grandpa. and in the end, i only have a bit of savings for my future plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;make-ups? oohh. i love to see the styles, the colors; how the colors blend into each other and transform an ugly duckling into a super hot model-faced girl. i've seen that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but i can't possibly be putting on make-ups too - not possible like other girls my age should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;cause i have the slightest idea of how to apply make-ups on my face. i only know how to put on eye-liners and lipsticks. most of the time, i just go along with being natural. absolutely nothing on my face - neither a simple eye-liner or a smack of lipstick on my lips. and again the same reason comes into consideration - money. i need to pay for lots of things. to buy a simple make-up for myself, i need to think hundred thousands of times and find myself not buying anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;heels and handbags? God! which lady doesn't get crazy with these two most important accessories? not to mention jewelery too! these 3 things will complete a girl's attire. makes the dress or attire looks more presentable, or sweet, or just plain nice to look at. i do love to have handbags, a huge collection of heels and other types of footwear, and massive collection of jeweleries too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but again, it's impossible for me to have those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;reasons - money. money. and money. and oh, i always have this attitude when im about to buy something - will this thing very practical to me? is it worth the money? is it long-lasting? yes, i think like a cheapskate. i think, like an old lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;another reason why i can't possibly put on nice clothes, presentable make-ups and dashing accessories is that because i work in a technical operation team. means, i do maintenance and technical jobs. means, i need to be comfortable for me to move around and do jobs. and practical too. and not worried about getting my hands or clothes dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so, i keep myself plain and simple. other than the above matters, i don't have problems being plain. and i feel more comfortable being plain. i don't feel ashamed wearing just jeans, t-shirt and a pair of flipflops to the shopping complexe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;cause what's important to me, my Hubby doesn't mind. he loves seeing me plain and comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;he loves to see me without make-up cause he loves natural beauty &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that doesn't mean i am naturally beautiful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;he just loves me the way i am. im lucky. nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-5387804138855884179?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5387804138855884179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=5387804138855884179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5387804138855884179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/5387804138855884179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-375803104913129881</id><published>2008-12-23T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:11:15.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>game and Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Holla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i've been away from Blogger for a few countable days. i don't usually blog during weekends, cause i want to cherish every minutes of weekends by not going online. 5 days in a week of going online is enough for me. alright. time for a few updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;last weekends, me and Hubby went to Digital Mall in PJ Seksyen 14. we were yearning to buy PC-DVD games for ourselves cause Hubby is bored with DOTA while i am already puking over FM2008. at first, we were planning to get either FM2009 or PES2009. mainly because, both graphics are superb. smooth, 3D graphic. but then, we changed our minds. enough with sports. let's play something else. Hubby chose some war games. more to the 2nd world war, if im not mistaken. while i chose CSI:NY. yeah. and seriously, the game is freaking on! not to forget, the graphics almost look like you're playing through the series itself. the characters look real, the buildings, the scenes, almost everything! and one episode takes about more than 3 hours to solve. eyes have to be really sharp, and critical thinking too. player has to know how to relate certain evidences to particular persons, or if not - your credibility as a detective will drop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ok enough for games. now, news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;my grandpa flew to Kuching this morning along with my grandma and mum. Mummy took 3 days of emergency leave till next Monday. reason was that my grandpa is scheduled to an operation which involves his bum. pelvic bones actually. they just got off the plane this afternoon and suddenly around 4pm, Mummy sent me a message telling me that my grandpa's operation is going to be at 5pm. and i guess, the doctors are on it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;im trying to keep my cool. but my heart is pounding fast too. oh, i hope he'll be fine. and i hope the doctors and nurses will do a great job of taking care of him. if anything bad happens to him, i swear im going to run berserk around the hospital. oh wait. i shouldn't be positive and optimistic, right? yeah. everything will surely turn out just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i pray for everything to work out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s : if you could, kindly enough, pray for the operation to turn out successful and also for the well-being of my grandpa - i would be very very much grateful. thank you in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-375803104913129881?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/375803104913129881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=375803104913129881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/375803104913129881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/375803104913129881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/game-and-grandpa.html' title='game and Grandpa'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-1593795688676680183</id><published>2008-12-19T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:16:33.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Idiot who missed the signs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i felt like blogging but i didn't know what to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;until i read what Nono wrote in my Shoutbox. she's yearning for more "Hindi movies" about me and Hubby. so i thought, ok. why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;as in my previous post, Hubby had laid his eyes on me since about 3 years ago. he first saw me early 2005, that was when i was still in Foundation of Engineering and he's joining the 1st year students. he was about to attend Health, Safety and Environment lecture when he heard some giggles. he's not the type of a guy who would go for any girls that he feels he wants to, Hubby is more to one-woman type of a lad. he choose, he commits. that's him. one of the reasons why i love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;so, back to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;he's a normal guy but he chooses certain girls to be around him. ah-ha! he's not afraid, or shy of girls. in fact, he was very well-known among his Penang old friends for his player attitude when he was younger. since he's an eternal lover, his heart dimmed when he lost his first love. yeah, im the second. so, you can imagine how hard it is for him to fall in love, or even to like a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;when he heard my giggles that very afternoon, he wasn't irritated or annoyed as he would usually feels. his eyes were busy searching for whose giggles that might be, and they turned to me. basically, it was my giggles that got him attracted. not only that time. Hubby's still attracted to my laughter, my giggles and smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;now, to the main question where friends always ask : why did he took 3 years to get you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;here's the explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1.&lt;/span&gt; he was shy. though he looks tough, stern and bla bla bla - but he is shy. especially towards me at that time. but he still admires me from far. and secretly too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2. &lt;/span&gt;cause i belonged to one of his good friends at that particular moment. being a good friend, he decided to keep quiet and let his friend to be with me instead. but like people always say - best man wins. after i took the pledge to be with Hubby, i became a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3.&lt;/span&gt; cause i freaking missed the signs he gave me! which leads to the main topic of my post. yeah, the above were only prologue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i stupidly missed a lot of signs that he gave me. seriously, how dumb could i be that time? imagine, it took him 3 years to give signs to me when he finally gave up and just popped the question instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hubby cared for me more than The Bloody Ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;when i fell sick, Hubby would always be there while The Bloody Ex would rather enjoy himself with his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;when im hungry, be it 5am in the morning - Hubby would always bring me out to eat or at least, buy for me something to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;when i cried because of The Bloody Ex, Hubby would always lend me his shoulders for me to cry on. but that's just literally. i never hugged him until i became his. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;when im frustrated with The Bloody Ex, Hubby would always tell me : &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"that bastard will never find a girl like. whoever gets you as his wife, that man will be one of the luckiest man in the world. why worry? im very sure there are others who would love to have you in their lives."&lt;/span&gt;  ain't that sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;the biggest sign i missed was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;when i felt heart-broken, Hubby would say : &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Look around. who knows, there might be someone who really wants you to be not only a girlfriend, but a partner for his entire life"&lt;/span&gt; - while circulating his fingers around, in front of my face and stop in front of his face. im so well-known for being blur, so i didn't understand at all what he's trying to show &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;without me noticing, i love him too since the start. just that i was so blur, freaking idiot who didn't even know what her heart desired. or worst, who was in her heart all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i am happier when i hang out with Hubby compared to when i go for a date with The Bloody Ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;when Hubby was down, i can assure you that my heels weren't touching the ground when i ran to lend my ears to his problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;when Hubby was sick, i acted like an old auntie who would nag him to go to the clinic and get a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;and lots of other things that best friends do for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;at least, that's what i thought. i thought, those things above that i did for him was the normal things best friends would do for each other. but i was so wrong when friends around us told us that we have great chemistry to each other. and i was totally wrong, when i suddenly realized that my heart only belongs to him - blinded by great friendship we had, on the night when he proposed me to be the love of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;and slowly, after that memorable night - i realized how near our hearts were to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;one of his best advice to me as a friend that time was :&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;the person who would love you till the end of his life is just under your nose. you might not realize it.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;it's totally true. Hubby was just under my nose all these while; and i thank him for making me realize his significant presence in my life - as the best friend. as the love of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you Hubby. come let's go back before it rains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-1593795688676680183?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1593795688676680183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=1593795688676680183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1593795688676680183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1593795688676680183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/idiot-who-missed-signs.html' title='An Idiot who missed the signs.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-761916837871153029</id><published>2008-12-19T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:21:27.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new look. new mood. new style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;wee~ finally, im done with changing my blog template.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and im proud of myself for trying hard enough to make my own template into how my blog looks like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i know, im kinda stupidly slow in creating my own template - but hey, im learning ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;who knows one day, i can create a better template and i can change my blog's apperance in just a snap of the fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i know my little blog looks sort of dull now, but i like it. not too much till i can look at it all the time, but im contented with how it looks like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and it's more simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;no more stupid RSS, HTML or CSS error like my previous template.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;will blog again properly with some stories later. im off to fix some broke-down instruments and look for more CSS or HTML code that i can try to use in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-761916837871153029?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/761916837871153029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=761916837871153029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/761916837871153029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/761916837871153029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-look-new-mood-new-style.html' title='new look. new mood. new style.'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-1179629087896456123</id><published>2008-12-17T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:05:42.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super duper cute cartoon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i wish to share this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; cute cartoon images with all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it's super duper cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;super duper funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and also super duper heart-whelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ponandzi.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;click here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;hope you all enjoy the cute cartoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-1179629087896456123?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1179629087896456123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=1179629087896456123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1179629087896456123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1179629087896456123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-duper-cute-cartoon.html' title='super duper cute cartoon!'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-4186337957272855806</id><published>2008-12-17T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:04:37.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i just say this loud?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i just don't understand some people. a particular type of people who can't just see or know others doing better than them. or leading a better way of life. not only life but almost in anything; just name it - personal, work, studies or even wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;in my case, this type of people is getting a lot more in my workplace - especially in the lab. the admins and the management people are very nice. so are the chemists. in short, the people in the headquarters are nicer than the ones based in the labs here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;surprisingly, these people are of higher rankings - they are the engineers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i admitted not all of them are of those type, but most of them are. which often leads to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sabotage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; of work. which always makes me very pissed off cause most of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; work are sabotaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;the best part, it's the seniors who always do these kind of nonsense. let me just give you an example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i was given another reactor to work with. then The Boss asked 2 seniors to take over from me so that i can concentrate on an extra instrument. i had a corridor talk with The Boss and she told me that one of the seniors will be stationed in another lab as The Boss wanted me to take control of this lab. and guess what? both dickheads tried to make my work more difficult by sabotaging the reactor little by little. when i checked the reactor this morning, i found that that one part of the chromatograph was burnt. mind you, all the while before this there was not even a single burn happened at the instrument. and now it looks more like a piece of junk. can you just believe that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;that's one reason why our country never move forward like other countries around. with this kind of people working in any field of work, i can assure you our country will be the same the next 50 years as it is now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;come on! these kind of nonsense are like child's play. these seniors are at least 3 years older than me - and don't tell me they don't know how to act and think like an adult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;im tired of solving problem purposely created by these dickheads. seriously, every time when a task is about to be taken over by me, mainly because these LMF never do their work, they will try their best to stall me. to make me suffer all way long and end up in a worse situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;at one point i feel like being a total bitch and be harsh on them cause i know what secrets and skeletons they keep inside their closet. oh, im not talking bout personal lives but work-wise. and whatever shitty nonsense they do regarding work, it will eventually affects my work too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i don't want to do other people's work! and obviously, i don't want others to interrupt or do something bad to my work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;im a nice person. my friends know that. my family knows that. anyone who knows me, knows that im a simple, nice person. not to self-claim but i know what kind of person i am. but im a human being too, as normal as others too. though i have abundant of patience in me, but everything has a limit and so as my patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i hope one day, these dickheads won't give any chance for me to turn myself into an evil bitch, maybe one of the most evil one they ever met in their lives. cause if they do, they will either end up in the hospital or six feet under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;cause im really pissed now. and my patience is shivering to burst out into going berserk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i don't give a damn if they don't do their work, as long as their work has nothing to do with me, im like "whatever!". even if they f*ck on the table, in front of me - i won't give the slightest damn. but i DO give a damn when people backstab and sabotage me. and that really rises the hell in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i think im just going to be a real hard bitch from now on. i can't tolerate anymore. i've been persuading myself to pretend to be blind and deaf for all the nonsense they did to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so now, i'll just unleash the hell hounds out of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*grumbling to myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(don't read the next paragraph if you can't tolerate serious vulgar words. but anyway, most of you may not understand.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mun dah pukek ko ya gatal, mok gilak menggatal ngan laki2 sitok, iboh la tangan juak gatal mok ngaco keja org. mun dah sik dpt tangga org lain pandei molah keja, boh la kau keja. diam jak kat umah, polah bisnes kedirik. bisnes pukek gatal. keja aku, boh dikaco. kelak nahas ko kelak eh. silap2 ada ku sumbat spana ya masuk lam pukek ko kelak, kedong dah gatal gilak. sigek jak ku mok advise, cuba ko cuci pukek ko ya bnar2 bah. ney tauk, ko dpt jadi ompuan nok bagus sikit eh. umo dah tua bangkak, tp perangei ngalah mbiak skolah. sampei mok ngasut org lain juak polah keja sik senonoh ngan kau. merusah keja org. sik cukup kah 4 batang pelir dijilat ko ya tiap2 ari. or maybe, laki2 sitok dh diberik nasik kangkang kali oleh kau ya. sik mok ku tauk eh. yang aku tauk, mun ko mok dirik ko slamat, bagus ko jauhkan dirik kau dari aku and kerja aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;that's all. thank you &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-4186337957272855806?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4186337957272855806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=4186337957272855806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4186337957272855806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4186337957272855806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/should-i-just-say-this-loud.html' title='should i just say this loud?'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-4803051290448600788</id><published>2008-12-16T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:23:37.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i met Hubby (on special request)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;this post is specially for &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://nonowrites.com/"&gt;Nono&lt;/a&gt;, upon her request to continue a story we didn't manage to finish up during the dinner at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://amoidewa.wordpress.com/"&gt;Amoi&lt;/a&gt;'s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;and for those who are wondering the same matter, and wish to know too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;of how i met a guy named Munna (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not his real name!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;p/s : this story is going to be quite complicated. chances of having second part of the story is quite considerable too. i hope i won't make it draggy till it bores my fellow readers. alright, here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;i started my undergraduate studies sometime in July 2004. every batch was given a batch-name so mine was July04 batch. before i start my studies in the campus, i recalled having a boyfriend. but it wasn't long. it only lasted for one and a half year before i broke up with him. i was single - but only for 2-3 months when i hooked up with an Indian guy. one year senior than me. let's call him The Bloody Ex. i know the nick sounds rude, but you will find out eventually why i gave such nick to him as you continue to read my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;let me skip the part of how i met The Bloody Ex and some detailed particulars cause this post is obviously not about us - me and him. but i can tell you one thing - the way The Bloody Ex treated me was the worst experience i ever had with any guys in whole life. worse than what my father did to us. and i regretted of even meeting him in the first place. imagine any bad things that a guy could do to a girl - that's how i experienced my relationship with The Bloody Ex. in short, i can say, he's a bloody, stinky pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't care if any of his friends read this. they know what The Bloody Ex did not only to me, but to them too.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;so. let's get back to the story. The Bloody Ex and Munna were friends. i guessed some of you have read one of my post mentioning a group of So-Called Friends. that's the group of friends which both of them used to be in. i first met Munna when i went to mamak with The Bloody Ex for supper. i felt someone was staring at me, i turned around and i saw Munna. he acted cool. i got slightly irritated by his gestures. so i confronted The Bloody Ex. then i got to know that Munna is one of his good friends. one of 2 friends that have helped The Bloody Ex to get to know me, and proposed me to be his girlfriend. that's the first time i saw him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;second time was when i had to stay back for mid-semester holiday. it was only for one week of loneliness rather than paying hundreds of Ringgit for a one week flight to and from Miri. lucky for me, The Bloody Ex had to stay back for his Robocon team, so im not quite alone. one night, we were going out for late supper when The Bloody Ex told me that he invited 2 of his friends to come along. i said ok, and that's the second time i saw Munna. Matt followed us too. fyi, Matt was the other person who helped The Bloody Ex to get to know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;from there, me and Munna became friends to good friends till best friends. every problem that i had, mostly with The Bloody Ex, he was willing to listen. he's a very good listener - one of the best that i've known. i can tell him any problems - personal, studies, family even girls' problems like period pain or some other things. the relationship that i had with The Bloody Ex was really awful, but Munna never failed to try to patch both of us up. he tried his best to make sure the relationship was good enough for both of us to be happy. but in the end, i couldn't tolerate any longer with The Bloody Ex - so i broke up with him (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at last! after suffering for almost 2 years&lt;/span&gt;). before i officially ended my relationship with The Bloody Ex, a final year senior was after me. but the relationship i had with the senior was basically a rebound relationship. he wanted revenge for the girl that fooled his feelings around, and i wanted the same too. it didn't work out. the relationship only lasted for less than 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;ok. so how did Munna became my Hubby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;this is his side of the story : he saw me first before The Bloody Ex even noticed me. he loved to see me smiling and laughing around with my friends. he first saw me when he was about to attend a lecture in the opposite hall of my lecture. he wanted to get to know me, but as soon as he knows that his friend, The Bloody Ex, wanted to get to know me - Munna backed off to give a chance to his friend. it broke his heart, it hurted his feelings to see and to know the way The Bloody Ex treated me. he waited for almost 3 years to make me as his loved one, and at last his chance came by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keep on reading..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;after i broke up with the senior, i had wonderful life. i regained my friends, i had lots of time to do anything i wish and love without anyone restricting me. i was enjoying my single life after years of tortured relationships. one fine day, me and another girlfriend abruptly planned an outing - clubbing in Ipoh. we asked Munna to accompany us for shopping before the night and invited him to join us for clubbing. off we went to enjoy ourselves till it's time to go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;on the way back, Munna was kind high from drinks and so as my girlfriend. my roomate and another junior guy sat in the front seat, while Munna and my friend nicely slumbering on my shoulders in the back seat. till Fly FM played Sean Kingston's Beautiful Girl. and Munna started talking nonsense. a few days before we went for clubbing, Munna told me his dark secret that he never told anyone before. it was more to his saddest moment in life - but i do not wish to include the particulars in this post. while the song was playing in the car, Munna mumbled to me about his past and how he would never get the girl that he really wanted to be in his life. and all other kind of nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;we dropped by at the usual mamak we always hang out to get ourselves late supper. i sat beside Munna, and i was feeling very sleepy and tired. Munna, on the other hand, was able to regain his conciousness a little bit but still he mumbled the same nonsense all over again. i got pissed so i went back into the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;he followed me. we fought. we screamed at each other in the car. i can't really recalled the exact words of that night's fight, but im sure it was some sort like :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reminder : we were screaming at each other&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munna&lt;/span&gt; : why you suddenly get in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : im sleepy la. im tired la. and i hate it when my friend told me the same nonsense that reminds me of The Bloody Ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munna&lt;/span&gt; : but it's true. noone cares for me. i cared for lots of people, and yet i can't get my happiness. my life is useless. empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : it's not true la! im your friend, right? i'll always be your best friend. anything or any problem - im always ready to listen to you. if i can help, i will help. i will try my best to help you out. i'll always be there for you la. haven't i done that all this while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munna&lt;/span&gt; : no, you don't understand! one day, you will have someone important in your life. you will have your own life. you will be so tied up till you slowly won't be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : hello! even when i was with The Bloody Ex, i still accompany you, right? im still there for you right? why do you have to tell me nonsense and be stubborn?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munna&lt;/span&gt; : because i love you la dummy! because i want you la! can't you read the signs??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;: *blur*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;that's the most blur moment i ever had in my life! and the funny part is - how can a person confessed his love while fighting and screaming at the other person? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;but i didn't give him the answer yet. cause 2 of my friends came knocking on the window to tell us that our food has come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;the next night, we went for a hang out with the same group of friends in Teluk Batik beach. again, Munna was a bit high, still sane - but he continued his nonsense from where he left. i was tired, and sleepy again and i wanted to lie down on the sandy beach. he lifted my head and let me lay my head on his lap. this time, we talked instead of screaming our lungs out at each other:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : can i ask you something? promise you won't laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munna&lt;/span&gt; : ask la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : last night, you were high right? you were sober right? the things you told me - was the effect of booze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munna&lt;/span&gt; : no, i wasn't high at all. a bit of booze doesn't affect me at all. i was totally sane. and i remembered the whole thing clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;: i don't believe you. try recall if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munna&lt;/span&gt; : *smiled* will you take the honour of becoming my wife? not a girlfriend, but my wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : *blur*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;and from there onwards, im his Baby and he's my Hubby. it has been more than a year now - as lovers. and it has been more than 3 years now - as best friends. we are still best friends. and we are still a loving couple. not to say great, but i can say moments i had with him was the best i had ever in my life for now. good enough to make me smile and laugh every single day, without fail.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;oh. just an additional info. there's something creepy bout both of us - if there is any chance that any one of you out there will meet us and hang out together. we can read each other's mind. seriously. i can start a sentence, and Hubby will end it. vice versa. like for example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : (thinking of getting having dinner at McD's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hubby&lt;/span&gt; : baby, come have dinner at McD. eat something different tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : err. i was thinking of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hubby&lt;/span&gt; : *blur*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;and it happens every single day. creepy, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;p/s : haha. there wouldn't be Part 2. but anything that you wish to ask, or know. please do. im more than happy to share my fairytale with all of you. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hubby&lt;/span&gt; : don't la. shy la. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-4803051290448600788?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4803051290448600788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=4803051290448600788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4803051290448600788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4803051290448600788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-i-met-hubby-on-special-request.html' title='how i met Hubby (on special request)'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-9111696076100463450</id><published>2008-12-15T22:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:54:41.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;the day before i flew back to KL, me and my brother attended Mummy's graduation. nothing so grand like undergraduate or postgraduate graduation, just a certificate graduation. but the certificate that she took, really paid her off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mummy made her way from the bottom to top, from becoming only an admistration personnel to now, a certified safety officer. she's not only certified nationally, but also internationally. she took NIOSH and NEBOSH certificates which certified her to be a versatile safety officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;make long story short, im posting some pictures for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh forgot. the graduation ceremony took place at Eastwood Golf Resort in Miri.and yes, im posting some scenic pictures of the area too. so, enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;p/s : im too lazy to put captions for each pictures. sorry. *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZueJeYOAI/AAAAAAAAALI/KHzrEoJdZPg/s1600-h/100_2028_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZueJeYOAI/AAAAAAAAALI/KHzrEoJdZPg/s400/100_2028_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029077356951554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZueVdRWHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0neVCrgxh1c/s1600-h/100_2033_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZueVdRWHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0neVCrgxh1c/s400/100_2033_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029080573532274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZufKQGUFI/AAAAAAAAALg/kG1yaIFgw2I/s1600-h/DSC01585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZufKQGUFI/AAAAAAAAALg/kG1yaIFgw2I/s400/DSC01585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029094745362514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZud2raK7I/AAAAAAAAALA/GBtsoFq-hPI/s1600-h/DSC01596_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZud2raK7I/AAAAAAAAALA/GBtsoFq-hPI/s400/DSC01596_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029072311331762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZue-UU2oI/AAAAAAAAALY/ce_7KiaiT08/s1600-h/100_2029_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZue-UU2oI/AAAAAAAAALY/ce_7KiaiT08/s400/100_2029_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029091541867138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZtm95JjWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uWrPfq2goIk/s1600-h/DSC01607_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZrv27CPGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lX7r-0KAHNM/s400/DSC01620_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280026083079634018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZsOZqQeWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fSPX4dUi-4s/s1600-h/DSC01611_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZsOZqQeWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fSPX4dUi-4s/s400/DSC01611_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280026607800580450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZr_3OvuzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ozTZGcuftUk/s1600-h/DSC01612_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZr_3OvuzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ozTZGcuftUk/s400/DSC01612_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280026358040214322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-9111696076100463450?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/9111696076100463450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=9111696076100463450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/9111696076100463450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/9111696076100463450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/mummys-graduation.html' title='Mummy&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUZueJeYOAI/AAAAAAAAALI/KHzrEoJdZPg/s72-c/100_2028_edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-1939231177514242721</id><published>2008-12-15T17:12:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:36:46.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Amoi's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;as told, i did some quick editing to the pictures of my holiday in Miri. not that very nice and grand, just simple edits to make the pictures look more presentable, i may put it that way. but the quality wasn't that good cause i took the pictures using the camera from a phone. pardon me for the blur quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;9th of December, i went to CoffeeBean in Bintang Plaza to get online. didn't take much pictures while i was there cause i saw some teenagers are cam-whoring around in the place as well, so i don't want to take a chance on embarassing myself in front of them. yeah, im kinda shy when it comes to people seeing me taking pictures of myself. i went there with my younger brother, had some drinks and went online till evening before meeting up with Amoi to have dinner at her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;well, here goes. i'll just let the pictures and the captions to describe what i did on another day holidaying in Miri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYhde9-buI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GYj-udkacaU/s1600-h/DSC01537_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYhde9-buI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GYj-udkacaU/s400/DSC01537_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279944403551416034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. was so bored while waiting for Amoi to fetch me from Bintang Plaza, so i randomly took a picture of Coffee Bean. i found the place rather nice to see and to be in. maybe because of the location and the interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYhSTPwMBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TdDUzPqMiqQ/s1600-h/DSC01538_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYhSTPwMBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TdDUzPqMiqQ/s400/DSC01538_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279944211426193426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;#2. i was sort of surprised to see that there is another flyover in Miri. i was only expecting one, the one nearer to my neighbourhood as i didn't see any construction development for this flyover, which is situated in the centre of the town. Amoi told me that there are 3 flyovers now in Miri. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*wow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYhGoX4sJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/e2eyX3R3ezU/s1600-h/DSC01539_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYhGoX4sJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/e2eyX3R3ezU/s400/DSC01539_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279944010939019410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;#3. introducing the food for the night! Amoi's mum had been so nice and a great cook too, for preparing for us these delicious dishes. we had : chicken rice with both roasted and boiled chicken, spaghetti, homemade mashed potato, chicken mushroom soup, garlic bread and to quench our thirst, we had honey-dew cordial. yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYjwCJlIQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7Q5Y4pnMCOk/s1600-h/DSC01541_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYjwCJlIQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7Q5Y4pnMCOk/s400/DSC01541_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279946921256231170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;#4. the hostess for the night. she's proud to self-claimed that she cooked everything, NOT! oh, how i wish i can stay longer in Miri to spend some crazy time with Amoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYgh4ZfEOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bu-OqZNyRqo/s1600-h/DSC01544_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYgh4ZfEOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bu-OqZNyRqo/s400/DSC01544_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279943379585536226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;#5. Nono with Amoi's mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYgXNN33WI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-HmfVpHgBzs/s1600-h/DSC01548_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYgXNN33WI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-HmfVpHgBzs/s400/DSC01548_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279943196195413346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;#6. the guys. mind you, all of them are younger than any of us girls. yeah, sort of paedophile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYgLN8W6LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6jz-Hsw4aGk/s1600-h/DSC01549_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYgLN8W6LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6jz-Hsw4aGk/s400/DSC01549_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279942990231955634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;#7. i love this one! caught Amoi red-handed while dipping her hand into the very last prawn crackers from the basin. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYgBgLeGTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4seH-7ZFbjM/s1600-h/DSC01551_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYgBgLeGTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4seH-7ZFbjM/s400/DSC01551_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279942823328487730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;#8. this is our dessert after dinner. rich, moist chocolate muffins dipped in Hershey's chocolate syrup. bottomed it all up with a bottle of Coke. im very sure my diabetes will be visiting me soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;after dinner, we watched the Thailand version of Shutter. it was more scary and gruesome compared to the English version. after the movie, we spent the rest of the night telling our supernatural experiences. in the end, all of us were too scared to continue sharing ghosts stories, so we headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;that's all for the day. will be posting my mum's graduation on the next post (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope so!&lt;/span&gt;) with some more pictures too. later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-1939231177514242721?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1939231177514242721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=1939231177514242721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1939231177514242721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/1939231177514242721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/dinner-at-amois_15.html' title='Dinner at Amoi&apos;s'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUYhde9-buI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GYj-udkacaU/s72-c/DSC01537_edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6654306613484240190</id><published>2008-12-15T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:49:26.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry, had to hold on. just for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ooh. i have a lot to blog about my hols. well, not in words but in pictures. but i have to edit the pictures so that they will look nice enough for eyes to feast on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i wanted to blog about how me and Hubby met - on request from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://nonowrites.com"&gt;NoNo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, but i can't really do it now cause suddenly, there are lots of engineers from the headquarters here in my lab today. im feeling like my comfort zone has been conquered by people who shouldn't be here in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i can't chill out while waiting for my process to end. can't play games on Facebook. can't blog cause there are lots of noises around here. and if these people are talking things that aren't dumb enough to make me blur, i would love to chit chat with them since i know they don't have a single work to do around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i have to procastinate my wish to blog around. i'll blog when it's almost time to go back. or better, blog from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and im having this nausea feeling along with a headache. some sort like experiencing a turbulence while in a plane. oh help!&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/2328756659846284202-6654306613484240190?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6654306613484240190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6654306613484240190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6654306613484240190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6654306613484240190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-had-to-hold-on-just-for-while.html' title='sorry, had to hold on. just for a while'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-8084396483229315632</id><published>2008-12-14T10:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:56:44.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday in Miri - 7th Dec 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;alright. im back to KL already. back to the normal hectic and busy life. boring actually. back to doing the same routine all over again, every single day. back to seeing some people who are such an eyesore, also pain in the arse. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;well, while i was in Miri i wasn't able to update my Blogger much, thanks to my mum who cut off our internet connection in the house. the only time i can get internet access is when i spend some ka-ching in Coffee Bean Miri. obviously, i can't be going there every single day. i need the ka-ching for some other activities too, mainly shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;so im going to update my Blogger bits by bits bout my holiday in Miri. nothing much actually. i didn't go out much with my friends as planned cause i was stuck at home, helping mum to clean the house spick and span. im just going to share bits of pictures i've taken to sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;are some boredness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;as like in the title, im just going to post up some pics for the day. it's the evening before AidilAdha, if im not mistaken. but im very sure that we went to have a massive, joyous dinner at my grandparents' house. we had steamboat, roasted lamb, baked sausages and potatoes, other dishes which i didn't opt for so i don't care much, and of course fruits and ice cream for desserts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;oh dear, not much of relevant pictures i can share from my folder. nevermind, let me introduce my 3 devilish cousins to dear readers. these 3 litte nuisance had been keeping me busy while i was there, with their little irritating tricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUR1ZKfF7BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rYWVB1lTX28/s1600-h/100_2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUR1ZKfF7BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rYWVB1lTX28/s400/100_2027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279473738357009426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;here is Hamizan Khan. we called him Mizan, but the mother and my grandma called him, most of the time, "Satan". the reason is that he's very, very irritating. and very mischievous, in short he's like Dennis the Menace. oh forgot. he's going to be in Primary 2 next year. and he's as tall as me but bigger in size. but he can't bully me and push me around yet. not eligible enough to do that yet. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SURwZtJBHPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZUe18KhNAvA/s1600-h/100_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SURwZtJBHPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZUe18KhNAvA/s400/100_2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279468250101521650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;here's Ghanim Bahri Khan. Mizan's younger brother. the third in the four siblings. we called him Baie. something like that. truth to be told, he's such a sissy. he acts like he's the youngest among the siblings but he's not actually. how can i describe, huh? alright, let me put him in this way - he's the kind of boy that is the softy type but he still have the sense of a boy. meaning he's still into girls. because of that, we also called him "sotong" which means squid which literally means softy-type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUR1s0uy6kI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sfpvBqZjgJs/s1600-h/100_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUR1s0uy6kI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sfpvBqZjgJs/s400/100_2026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279474076114676290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and here is everyone's favourite. this is Nizar Khan. he's the youngest among all but he acts as if he's the eldest. he demands the people around him and he's very good in taking control of everyone. he's very obedient to the mother too, sometimes but better than the others. we used to called him Baby cause he's the youngest but then it changed into Curly-Wurly. just look at his adorable hair. how you wished he's a girl instead of a boy, right? and he's born adorable enough to melt hearts around him. but he's such a nuisance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. im kind of hungry now and im lost of words already. going to update again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-8084396483229315632?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8084396483229315632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=8084396483229315632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/8084396483229315632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/8084396483229315632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-in-miri-7th-dec-2008.html' title='Holiday in Miri - 7th Dec 2008'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SUR1ZKfF7BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rYWVB1lTX28/s72-c/100_2027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-6843272786054214995</id><published>2008-12-09T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:30:48.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday-ing in Miri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;this is my 4th day in Miri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;nothing much i did while i was here, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I arrived in Miri in the evening on Saturday. just going to describe little bits of what i've done in Miri for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Saturday evening : dropped by at my grandparents' house on the way back from the airport. hang out there for quite a while before going off for window-shopping in Boulevard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sunday : accompanied my mum and grandma for morning shopping spree for groceries. invited my best bud, Amoi for a quick lunch of Italian pasta before going off to my grandparent's house for a heavy and joyous dinner. had lamb roast, baked potatoes and sausages, steamboat and other things including fruitful of desserts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Monday : Aidiladha's celebration. went for a lunch at a relative's house. then off to the new hypermarket somewhere in Senadin (i think!) which is called eMart. lots of stuffs for a good deal of prices there. fell in love with one pair of sneakers there but couldn't buy it cause no size for me. then slept whole day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Today : went to Coffee Bean in the afternoon to use the wireless. and also to do some shopping. received an invitation from Amoi for a dinner at her house and promised to meet up around 6pm. oh yea! i felt so relieved and happy to be able to chat with Hubby. seems like his phone is allergic to DiGi as it is unable to detect any line for DiGi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i'll be going back to kL on Saturday. really miss my Hubby and can't wait to see him. will post some pictures after i come back from Miri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-6843272786054214995?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6843272786054214995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=6843272786054214995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6843272786054214995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/6843272786054214995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-ing-in-miri.html' title='holiday-ing in Miri'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-2598655298091287502</id><published>2008-12-06T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:58:35.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;at LCCT now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;airport is freaking packed with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;in CoffeeBean, surfing the net while slurping The Ultimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;waiting for departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;missing Hubby already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;going to read other blogs and post another proper one later when im free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2328756659846284202-2598655298091287502?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2598655298091287502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=2598655298091287502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2598655298091287502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/2598655298091287502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaving-on-plane.html' title='leaving on a plane'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-4306408903522562030</id><published>2008-12-05T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:06:20.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of blur consequence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;tomorrow, im flying off to Miri for AidilAdha's celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and also to celebrate my 22nd birthday since i didn't celebrate my 21st last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;this week, i seemed to be so restless. im supposed to relax a bit from work cause operation was stopped for a while, but The Boss gave me some calculations to do. to analyze the raw data that we obtained from the operation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;it seems to her, that none of the seniors here knows how to do mass balance calculation. so basically, no report. no progress all the while before i came in. sort of, stupid i can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;im basically crying for more sleep this week. i have enough 6 hours of sleep every night, but it's not enough yet to revive myself, my body and most important, my brain. i need to rest my brain with lots of sleep. i want to hibernate. and i was looking forward for weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;then i remembered, oh God! i am going to have a whole day of travelling tomorrow. have to wake up latest by 9.30am or 10am. which is not the usual time i would wake up during weekends. then have to travel. only to reach my destination around 5.30pm. one day of weekend will be wasted by travelling only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and im very sure i'll be freaking dead tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;im going to buy a box of ciggies and a can of coke tomorrow to keep me energized and awake throughout the journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and im blur now. sleepy actually, but it's turning me into a blur zombie-looking girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;off to play the flash games in Facebook.&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/2328756659846284202-4306408903522562030?l=moylittlewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4306408903522562030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2328756659846284202&amp;postID=4306408903522562030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4306408903522562030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2328756659846284202/posts/default/4306408903522562030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moylittlewords.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-blur-consequence.html' title='of blur consequence'/><author><name>mInImOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135476282976333704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eP-cfzL7yBQ/SXmBVW_15xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MKXYYY1bHy4/S220/minimoy86%40yahoo.com.sg_b7943e40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328756659846284202.post-8199169439721137890</id><published>2008-12-03T09:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:20:20.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random rant and a bit of updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it's 9.15 am and i still haven't get my coffee yet. the ice delivery man hasn't deliver the ices yet. so, while waiting im just going to rant a bit cause my nerves are killing me to explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;one idiot so-called senior just drives me to my nerves moments ago. seriously, now instead of wandering, im constantly thinking how the hell that this kind of undisciplined people can be claimed as seniors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it's very logical that every time before all of us &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(inhabitants of this lab)&lt;/span&gt; go back home, we are asked to make sure every thing is switched off including the lights too. i guess Mr.Ignorant is simple ignorant enough to let the lights on yesterday. oh wait, not only yesterday. it's actually every time when he leaves later than others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;alright, lights not switched off is no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;once, he didn't bother to turn off the supply for hydrogen gas for a whole week, flowing excessively through the unused instrument.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: itali
