<?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-19270364</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:42:54.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-1736081861017095124</id><published>2007-09-27T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:54:51.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged and thanks as im just too freaking bored!</title><content type='html'>Three names you go by?&lt;br /&gt;1. Jeeva&lt;br /&gt;2. Jee&lt;br /&gt;3. Minnal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;1. My hair&lt;br /&gt;2. My smile&lt;br /&gt;3. My flat tummy..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you don't like about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;1. My height!&lt;br /&gt;2. My weight!...underweight man!&lt;br /&gt;3. My hairy arms and legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage?&lt;br /&gt;1. height?follow granny and great granny&lt;br /&gt;2. my ceylonese look?(sumone told me tat b4)&lt;br /&gt;3.none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you can't stand?&lt;br /&gt;1. ppl who r late and make me wait&lt;br /&gt;2. uncleanliness&lt;br /&gt;3. ppl who spend on branded stuff too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you?&lt;br /&gt;1. getting sum serious illness&lt;br /&gt;2. ppl in trance&lt;br /&gt;3. going sum place new all bymyself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite shows?&lt;br /&gt;1. all CSI&lt;br /&gt;2. Ghost whisperer&lt;br /&gt;3. desperate housewifes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite Japanese animes?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite current songs?&lt;br /&gt;1. Ragasiya Kanavugal-Bheema&lt;br /&gt;2. ArabuNade- thottal poo malarum&lt;br /&gt;3. Umbrella-Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three movies you can watch over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;1.Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Ghaum&lt;br /&gt;2.Scarlet&lt;br /&gt;3. Santhi Nilayam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three movies you would like to watch?&lt;br /&gt;1. Bheema&lt;br /&gt;2. thottal poo malarum&lt;br /&gt;3. Kreedam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials?&lt;br /&gt;1. contact lens(im practically blind)&lt;br /&gt;2 . HP&lt;br /&gt;3. Ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that you are wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;1. long sheeve t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;2.jeans&lt;br /&gt;3.sandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;1. Romance&lt;br /&gt;2. Trust&lt;br /&gt;3. Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things about the opposite gender that appeals to you?&lt;br /&gt;1. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. Smile&lt;br /&gt;3. body...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;1.Kelam kabut&lt;br /&gt;2.impatience&lt;br /&gt;3. my short temper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;1. Reading&lt;br /&gt;2. Music&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you're considering or currently pursuing?&lt;br /&gt;1. Teaching&lt;br /&gt;2. Designing&lt;br /&gt;3. Wife and mother in 5 years time…hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;1. India&lt;br /&gt;2. Paris&lt;br /&gt;3. Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kid's names you like?&lt;br /&gt;1. tatiana&lt;br /&gt;2. Vishal&lt;br /&gt;3. Aishu(hahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die?&lt;br /&gt;1. get married&lt;br /&gt;2. have kids&lt;br /&gt;3. travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that you are stereotypically a [girl]?&lt;br /&gt;1. dressing up and make up&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;3. Love cleaning up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initials of three crushes?&lt;br /&gt;1. D&lt;br /&gt;2. S&lt;br /&gt;3. ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-1736081861017095124?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/1736081861017095124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=1736081861017095124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/1736081861017095124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/1736081861017095124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-and-thanks-as-im-just-too.html' title='Tagged and thanks as im just too freaking bored!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-1230240022148302484</id><published>2007-07-30T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:24:44.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buried in books</title><content type='html'>I know i havent updated my blog like for donkey years.Have been extremely lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,for starters,im gona post on the books ive been indulging into lately.Borrowed them from the Uni library during my last visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Read :A Hard Man is Good To Find by Jane Blackwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093193652615072930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/Rq6opGRlTKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5R3NKuGrWt8/s320/good+man.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop The Press…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the front page story: Pulitzer Prize-winning, buttoned-up journalist, Harry Crandall, becomes publisher of small-town newspaper. Firing reporters left and right, he makes no friends in the newsroom, especially not with the cute, rough-around-the-edges editor, Jamie McLane. She’s got a pool going—first reporter who can find out why the cold-hearted-but-extremely gorgeous taskmaster had to leave New York takes the jackpot. And she plans to be the winner...if she can keep from falling for the jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You Getting This All Down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the curve ball: Turns out Crandall thinks McLane's one of the best natural reporters he's ever met. Sure, she needs practice—some late nights; a little field work; a lot of arguing behind closed doors that leaves him ready for a cold shower. His reporter’s instincts tell him she's working hard to get the story on him, but if she wants him to reveal his sources, she'll have to be willing to give him something of hers in return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My testimonial : This book is quite romantic and i like the flow of the story. Not very serious and keeps me hooked.I have grown a liking for the author and I can't wait to get my hands on her other books...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Reading :&lt;br /&gt;Sister of My Heart by Chirta Baneerjee Divakarun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093194430004153522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/Rq6pWWRlTLI/AAAAAAAAABE/pTIy_FbCzQ8/s320/Sister-of-my-heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis : Divakaruni’s new novel is entitled Sister of My Heart. This book is about how the lives of two women are changed by marriage, as one woman comes to California, and the other stays behind in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anju is the daughter of an upper-caste Calcutta family of distinction. Sudha is the daughter of the black sheep of that same family. Sudha is startlingly beautiful; Anju is not. Despite these differences, since the day the two girls were born—the same day their fathers died, mysteriously and violently—Sudha and Anju have been sisters of the heart. Bonded in ways even their mothers cannot comprehend, the two girls grow into womanhood as if their fates, as well as their hearts, are merged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sudha learns a dark family secret, that connection is threatened. For the first time in their lives, the girls know what it is to feel suspicion and distrust—Sudha, because she feels a new shame that she cannot share with Anju; and Anju, because she discovers the seductive power of her sister’s beauty, a power Sudha herself is incapable of controlling. When, due to a change in family fortune, the girls are urged into arranged marriages, their lives take opposite turns. One travels to America, and one remains in India; both have lives of secrets. When tragedy strikes both of them, however, they discover that, despite distance and marriage, they must turn to each other once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimonial :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s account of family life in Bengal is warm and richly detailed. Hers is one of the most strikingly lyrical voices writing about the lives of Indian women today.” (Amitav Ghosh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ms. Divakaruni emphasizes the cathartic force of storytelling with sumptuous prose…she defies categorization, beautifully blending the chills of reality with rich imaginings.” (Wall Street Journal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mesmerizing…a masterful allegory of unfulfilled desire and sacrificial love.” (Publishers Weekly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What an irresistibly absorbing immersion in the pleasure and anguish of growing up passionate in a world of duty, where each comfort is hedged with a constraint and love unsettles every plan. Sister of My Heart may be alive with exotic detail but its emotions are very recognizable.” (Rosellen Brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say in the old tales that the first night after a child is born, the Bidhata Purush comes down to earth himself to decide what its fortune is to be. That is why they bathe babies in sandalwood water and wrap them in soft red malmal, color of luck. That is why they leave sweetmeats by the cradle. Silver-leafed sandesh, dark pantuas floating in golden syrup, jilipis orange as the heart of a fire, glazed with honey-sugar. If the child is especially lucky, in the morning it will all be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s because the servants sneak in during the night and eat them,” says Anju, giving her head an impatient shake as Abha Pishi oils her hair. This is how she is, my cousin, always scoffing, refusing to believe. But she knows, as I do, that no servant in all of Calcutta would dare eat sweets meant for a god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old tales say this also: In the wake of the Bidhata Purush come the demons, for that is the world’s nature, good and evil mingled. That is why they leave an oil lamp burning. That is why they place the sacred tulsi leaf under the baby’s pillow for protection. In richer households, like the one my mother grew up in, she has told us, they hire a brahmin to sit in the corridor and recite auspicious prayers all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What nonsense,” Anju says. “There are no demons.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sure. Perhaps they do not have the huge teeth, the curved blood-dripping claws and bulging red eyes of our Children’s Ramayan Picture Book, but I have a feeling they exist. Haven’t I sensed their breath, like slime-black fingers brushing my spine? Later, when we are alone, I will tell Anju this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in front of others I am always loyal to her. So I say, bravely, “That’s right. Those are just old stories.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is early evening on our terrace, its bricks overgrown with moss. A time when the sun hangs low on the horizon, half hidden by the pipal trees which line our compound walls all the way down the long driveway to the bolted wrought-iron gates. Our great-grandfather had them planted one hundred years ago to keep the women of his house safe from the gaze of strangers. Abha Pishi, one of our three mothers, has told us this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have three mothers—perhaps to make up for the fact that we have no fathers.&lt;br /&gt;There’s Pishi, our widow aunt who threw herself heart-first into her younger brother’s household when she lost her husband at the age of eighteen. Dressed in austere white, her graying hair cut close to her scalp in the orthodox style so that the bristly ends tickle my palms when I run my hands over them, she’s the one who makes sure we are suitably dressed for school in the one-inch-below-the-knee uniforms the nuns insist on. She finds for us, miraculously, stray pens and inkpots and missing pages of homework. She makes us our favorite dishes: luchis rolled out and fried a puffy golden-brown, potato and cauliflower curry cooked without chilies, thick sweet payesh made from the milk of Budhi-cow, whose owner brings her to our house each morning to be milked under Pishi’s stern, miss-nothing stare. On holidays she plaits jasmine into our hair. But most of all Pishi is our fount of information, the one who tells us the stories our mothers will not, the secret, delicious, forbidden tales of our past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s Anju’s mother, whom I call Gouri Ma, her fine cheekbones and regal forehead hinting at generations of breeding, for she comes from a family as old and respected as that of the Chatterjees, which she married into. Her face is not beautiful in the traditional sense—even I, young as I am, know this. Lines of hardship are etched around her mouth and on her forehead, for she was the one who shouldered the burden of keeping the family safe on that thunderclap day eight years ago when she received news of our fathers’ deaths. But her eyes, dark and endless-deep—they make me think of Kalodighi, the enormous lake behind the country mansion our family used to own before Anju and I were born. When Gouri Ma smiles at me with her eyes, I stand up straighter. I want to be noble and brave, just like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly (I use this word with some guilt), there’s my own mother, Nalini. Her skin is still golden, for though she’s a widow my mother is careful to apply turmeric paste to her face each day. Her perfect-shaped lips glisten red from paan, which she loves to chew—mostly for the color it leaves on her mouth, I think. She laughs often, my mother, especially when her friends come for tea and talk. It is a glittery, tinkling sound, like jeweled ankle bells, people say, though I myself feel it is more like a thin glass struck with a spoon. Her cheek feels as soft as the lotus flower she’s named after on those rare occasions when she presses her face to mine. But more often when she looks at me a frown ridges her forehead between eyebrows beautiful as wings. Is it from worry or displeasure? I can never tell. Then she remembers that frowns cause age lines and smoothes it away with a finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Pishi stops oiling Anju’s hair to give us a wicked smile. Her voice grows low and shivery, the way it does when she’s telling ghost stories. “They’re listening, you know. The demons. And they don’t like little eight-year-old girls talking like this. Just wait till tonight . . .”&lt;br /&gt;Because I am scared I interrupt her with the first thought that comes into my head. “Pishi Ma, tell no, did the sweets disappear for us?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow moves like smoke-shadow over Pishi’s face. I can see that she would like to make up another of those outrageous tales that we so love her to tell, full of magic glimmer and hoping. But finally she says, her voice flat, “No, Sudha. You weren’t so lucky.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this already. Anju and I have heard the whispers. Still, I must ask one more time.&lt;br /&gt;“Did you see anything that night?” I ask. Because she was the one who stayed with us the night of our birth while our mothers lay in bed, still in shock from the terrible telegram which had sent them both into early labor that morning. Our mothers, lying in beds they would never again share with their husbands. My mother weeping, her beautiful hair tangling about her swollen face, punching at a pillow until it burst, spilling cotton stuffing white as grief. Gouri Ma, still and silent, staring up into a darkness which pressed upon her like the responsibilities she knew no one else in the family could take on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To push them from my mind I ask urgently, “Did you at least hear something?”&lt;br /&gt;Pishi shakes her head in regret. “Maybe the Bidhata Purush doesn’t come for girl-babies.” In her kindness she leaves the rest unspoken, but I’ve heard the whispers often enough to complete it in my head. For girl-babies who are so much bad luck that they cause their fathers to die even before they are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anju scowls, and I know that as always she can see into my thoughts with the X-ray vision of her fiercely loving eyes. “Maybe there’s no Bidhata Purush either,” she states and yanks her hair from Pishi’s hands though it is only half-braided. She ignores Pishi’s scolding shouts and stalks to her room, where she will slam the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sit very still while Pishi’s fingers rub the hibiscus oil into my scalp, while she combs away knots with the long, soothing rhythm I have known since the beginning of memory. The sun is a deep, sad red, and I can smell, faint on the evening air, wood smoke. The pavement dwellers are lighting their cooking fires. I’ve seen them many times when Singhji, our chauffeur, drives us to school: the mother in a worn green sari bent over a spice-grinding stone, the daughter watching the baby, keeping him from falling into the gutter. The father is never there. Maybe he is running up a platform in Howrah station in his red turban, his shoulders knotted from carrying years of trunks and bedding rolls, crying out, “Coolie chahiye, want a coolie, memsaab?” Or maybe, like my father, he too is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I thought this my eyes would sting with sympathy, and if by chance Ramur Ma, the vinegary old servant woman who chaperones us everywhere, was not in the car, I’d beg Singhji to stop so I could hand the girl a sweet out of my lunch box. And he always did.&lt;br /&gt;Among all our servants—but no, I do not really think of him as a servant—I like Singhji the best. Perhaps it is because I can trust him not to give me away to the mothers the way Ramur Ma does. Perhaps it is because he is a man of silences, speaking only when necessary—a quality I appreciate in a house filled with female gossip. Or perhaps it is the veil of mystery which hangs over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Anju and I were about five years old, Singhji appeared at our gate one morning—like a godsend, Pishi says—looking for a driver’s job. Our old chauffeur had recently retired, and the mothers needed a new one badly but could not afford it. Since the death of the fathers, money had been short. In his broken Bengali, Singhji told Gouri Ma he’d work for whatever she could give him. The mothers were a little suspicious, but they guessed that he was so willing because of his unfortunate looks. It is true that his face is horrifying at first glance—I am embarrassed to remember that as a little girl I had screamed and run away when I saw him. He must have been caught in a terrible fire years ago, for the skin of the entire upper half of his face—all the way up to his turban—is the naked, puckered pink of an old burn. The fire had also scorched away his eyebrows and pulled his eyelids into a slant, giving him a strangely oriental expression at odds with the thick black mustache and beard that covers the rest of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s lucky we hired him at all,” Mother’s fond of saying. “Most people wouldn’t have because that burned forehead is a sure sign of lifelong misfortune. Besides, he’s so ugly.”&lt;br /&gt;I do not agree. Sometimes when he does not know that I am watching him, I have caught a remembering look, at once faraway and intent, in Singhji’s eyes—the kind of look an exiled king might have as he thinks about the land he left behind. At those times his face is not ugly at all, but more like a mountain peak that has withstood a great ice storm. And somehow I feel we are the lucky ones because he chose to come to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I heard the servants gossiping about how Singhji had been a farmer somewhere in Punjab until the death of his family from a cholera epidemic made him take to the road. It made me so sad that although Mother had strictly instructed me never to talk about personal matters with any of the servants, I ran out to the car and told him how sorry I was about his loss. He nodded silently. No other response came from the burned wall of his face. But a few days later he told me that he used to have a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Singhji offered no details about this child, I immediately imagined that it had been a little girl my age. I could not stop thinking of her. How did she look? Did she like the same foods we did? What kinds of toys had Singhji bought for her from the village bazaar? For weeks I would wake up crying in the middle of the night because I had dreamed of a girl thrashing about on a mat, delirious with pain. In the dream she had my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really, Sudha!” Anju would tell me, in concern and exasperation—I often slept in her room and thus the job of comforting me fell to her—“How come you always get so worked up about imaginary things?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what she would be saying if she were with me right now. For it seems to me I am receding, away from Pishi’s capable hands, away from the solidity of the sun-warmed bricks under my legs, that I am falling into the first night of my existence, where Anju and I lie together in a makeshift cradle in a household not ready for us, sucking on sugared nipples someone has put in our mouths to keep us quiet. Anjali and Basudha, although in all the turmoil around us no one has thought to name us yet. Anjali, which means offering, for a good woman is to offer up her life for others. And Basudha, so that I will be as patient as the earth goddess I am named after. Below us, Pishi is a dark, stretched-out shape on the floor, fallen into exhausted sleep, the dried salt of tears crusting her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bidhata Purush is tall and has a long, spun-silk beard like the astrologer my mother visits each month to find out what the planets have in store for her. He is dressed in a robe made of the finest white cotton, his fingers drip light, and his feet do not touch the ground as he glides toward us. When he bends over our cradle, his face is so blinding-bright I cannot tell his expression. With the first finger of his right hand he marks our foreheads. It is a tingly feeling, as when Pishi rubs tiger-balm on our temples. I think I know what he writes for Anju. You will be brave and clever, you will fight injustice, you will not give in. You will marry a fine man and travel the world and have many sons. You will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more difficult to imagine what he writes for me. Perhaps he writes beauty, for though I myself do not think so, people say I am beautiful—even more than my mother was in the first years of her marriage. Perhaps he writes goodness, for though I am not as obedient as my mother would like, I try hard to be good. There is a third word he writes, the harsh angles of which sting like fire, making me wail, making Pishi sit up, rubbing her eyes. But the Bidhata Purush is gone already, and all she sees is a swirl—cloud or sifted dust—outside the window, a fading glimmer, like fireflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later I will wonder, that final word he wrote, was it sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My testimonial : This book is very captivating and a very very good read!Can't wait to continue reading when i'm in he bus later!..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Be Reading :Liar, Liar by Gabrielle Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093193068499520658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/Rq6oHGRlTJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KBfhsMPUZho/s320/liar2.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;Synopses &amp;amp; Reviews&lt;br /&gt;Publisher Comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this charming debut novel from Down Under--where the clubs, the drinks, the fashion, and the sex is out-of-control--the only thing more insane than lying your way into someone's heart is telling the truth to stay there. Ellie is a commitment-phobe trying to get over Ben who dumped her for stable, boring Kate. She's got the hots for Minnow, who has the hots for her--or did, until Ellie got scared (hello, commitment) and blurted out that she has a kid. Which she doesn't. (Goodbye, Minnow.) Minnow can't be attracted to Ellie. She's a mother. A sexy, completely desirable mother. It's bad enough that he's already told Mona at work that he's a single dad--which worked like a charm. Of course, it might work on Ellie, too. Getting an actual kid is no problemo. He can just borrow his friend Kate's... Kate can't believe the nerve of Minnow, asking to "borrow" her eight-year-old son. If he weren't her dearest friend, well, she'd probably be in bed with him like half of female Australia. Thank heavens she's got Ben... Ben's just happy he's got a gig. His band is on the rise, playing every hot club in Melbourne. And now, he and Kate are finally going to meet this hot girl Minnow keeps talking about--Ellie something-or-other. It couldn't be Ben's Ellie, though, because this woman has a kid....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-1230240022148302484?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/1230240022148302484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=1230240022148302484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/1230240022148302484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/1230240022148302484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/07/buried-in-books.html' title='Buried in books'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/Rq6opGRlTKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5R3NKuGrWt8/s72-c/good+man.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-6881603954721227911</id><published>2007-05-24T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:22:54.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 words to describe your relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlZWbSu2XfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xdefSzI9Doo/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068333457536867826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlZWbSu2XfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xdefSzI9Doo/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you in a spiritual partnership? The first step to finding out is to write down five words that describe your relationship. Be as honest as you can—don't write down words that describe what you wish it would be. Ask your partner to do the same thing. It will start a very interesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jee says :&lt;br /&gt;Passionate, Loving, Caring, Understanding, Trust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-6881603954721227911?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/6881603954721227911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=6881603954721227911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/6881603954721227911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/6881603954721227911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/05/5-words-to-describe-your-relationship.html' title='5 words to describe your relationship'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlZWbSu2XfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xdefSzI9Doo/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-2762238149159254122</id><published>2007-05-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:12:12.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing my time...</title><content type='html'>1. Name someone who made you smile today&lt;br /&gt;:)...darling bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing at 1:55 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;In dreamland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Reading blogs,checking mails,updationg my blog,eating vadai,drinking coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is something that happened to you in 1990?&lt;br /&gt;I was in standard 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;It's ok,ive bought food 4 lunch(2 vadai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many different things did you drink today?&lt;br /&gt;Water,nescafe and coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;I hardly use a comb or hairbrush.just my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last thing you bought?Chocs and Ballentines from langkawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;Yellowish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;In my wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Any baskin robbins wil do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is something you are excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Continuing my studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last rainbow you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What size shoe do you wear?&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;When my hair is long and 'shapeless'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Of coz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Does your screen name have an "x"in it?&lt;br /&gt;X as in the alphabet X? then no la.But if X factor mayb yes.lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Name someone whose name starts with the letter "I"&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter "M"&lt;br /&gt;My3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who's the 1st person on your received calls list?&lt;br /&gt;D(bf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jee,mkn dy?(from my student)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;Yup,all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is the next concert you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Whats your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Red,pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is something you say a lot today?&lt;br /&gt;Never had lot to say yet...lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Vadai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you seen the movie "Donnie Darko"?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have work tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;of coz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Is marriage in your future?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. When was the last time you said "I love you."?&lt;br /&gt;This morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Updating my blog...hhehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you have a nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Mayb...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. When was the last time you used a skateboard?&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What is the best movie you've seen in the past two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Deepavali is ok ok onli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;i thought i answered this in the ealier post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Are you currently playing any sports?&lt;br /&gt;nope.too lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Last time you listened to music?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Last time you watched tv?&lt;br /&gt;last night.ugly betty &amp; desperate housewifes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you miss someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Bf n family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What are you doing at this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;Answering this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Who is the last person you talked on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;Bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Are any of your friends going to fill this out?&lt;br /&gt;Mayb.wil ask them to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-2762238149159254122?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/2762238149159254122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=2762238149159254122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/2762238149159254122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/2762238149159254122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/05/passing-my-time.html' title='Passing my time...'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-5108153781967032594</id><published>2007-05-22T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:56:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be 100% truthful!</title><content type='html'>1. When was the last time you washed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday...later in the evenin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing at 8am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;In the car to work with darling bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Reading blogs and looking for tutorials on editing blog design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you any good at math?&lt;br /&gt;I HATE maths coz im bad at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you mad at anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you know the words to the song on your friendster profile?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?Got song meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last thing received in mail?&lt;br /&gt;friendster updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How many different drinks have you had today?&lt;br /&gt;Half a cuppa nescafe ealier and now coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was for breafast this morning?&lt;br /&gt;One Puri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machine?&lt;br /&gt;Never used one or saw one b4.(except in tv lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Any plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Dinner wit bf as usual,watch tv, zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?&lt;br /&gt;Of coz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the most painful dental procedure you've had?&lt;br /&gt;Years ago when i was in school and the doc had to pull out my extra tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's outside your front door?&lt;br /&gt;nutin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have plans on friday morning?&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different popcorns?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.Got meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever been to a planetarium?&lt;br /&gt;Yup,it was a school trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Something you are excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Starting my masters in one month's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who around you has the most problems?&lt;br /&gt;no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are any of your great-grandparents still alive?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.My great grandmother(mom's grandma).She is almost 100 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Describe your love life&lt;br /&gt;Going well....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people?&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago in front of my students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;It has alwiz been HIM...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was the weather like on your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Beau weather...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you sleep with the door open or closed at night?&lt;br /&gt;Of coz la closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. If you could change your name, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Cant think of one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Front,middle,back all in one...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you consider your best friends family?&lt;br /&gt;Mayb.Is my bf family?lolx....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Choc,chic rice,sardine cutlet curry,.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who's reading this post right now?&lt;br /&gt;My blog friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-5108153781967032594?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/5108153781967032594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=5108153781967032594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/5108153781967032594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/5108153781967032594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/05/be-100-truthful.html' title='Be 100% truthful!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-7978875949349852717</id><published>2007-05-22T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:21:38.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought on Mothers</title><content type='html'>"I think the hardest thing for a mother is to make it possible for a child to be independent and at the same time let the child know how much you love her, how much you want to take care of her, and yet how truly essential it is for her to fly on her own."&lt;br /&gt;— Madeleine Albright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-7978875949349852717?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/7978875949349852717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=7978875949349852717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/7978875949349852717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/7978875949349852717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/05/thought-on-mothers.html' title='A Thought on Mothers'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-5060958916598465865</id><published>2007-05-22T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:33:15.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real notices</title><content type='html'>Real notices spotted around the world and written by...well, "people whose first language is not English".&lt;br /&gt;1. In a Tokyo Hotel: Is forbidden to steal hotel towels please. If you are not a person to do such a thing is please not to read notis.&lt;br /&gt;2. In a hotel in Athens: Visitors are expected to complain at the office between the hours of 9 and 11 A.M. daily.&lt;br /&gt;3. In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from Russian Orthodox monastery: You are welcome to visit the cemetary where famous Russian and Soviet composers, artists, and writers are buried daily except Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;4. Outside a Hong Kong tailor shop: Ladies may have a fit upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;5. In a Rhodes tailor shop: Order your summers suit. Because is big rush we will execute customers in strict rotation.&lt;br /&gt;6. In a Budapest zoo: Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable food, give it to the guard on duty.&lt;br /&gt;7. A sign in a Paris hotel: "Please leave your values at the front desk"&lt;br /&gt;8. On the door of a Moscow hotel room: "If this is your first visit to the USSR, you are welcome to it"&lt;br /&gt;9. Instructions in a Belgrade elevator: "To more the cabin, push button for wishing floor. If the cabin should enter more persons, each one should press a number of wishing floor. Driving is then going alphabetically by national order."&lt;br /&gt;10. A sign in a Norwegian cocktail lounge: "Ladies are requested not to have children in the bar"&lt;br /&gt;11. A sign in a Bucharest hotel lobby: "The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable."&lt;br /&gt;12. From an advertisement by a dentist in Hong Kong: "Teeth extracted by the latest Methodists"&lt;br /&gt;13. How a sewage treatment plant was marked on a Tokyo map: "Dirty Water Punishment Place"&lt;br /&gt;14. Sign in a Leipzig elevator: "Do not enter lift backwards, and only when lit up"&lt;br /&gt;15. Sign in an Austrian hotel catering to skiers: "Not to perambulate the corridors in the hours of repose in the boots of ascension."&lt;br /&gt;16. Sign in a Czechoslovakian tourist agency: "Take one of our horse driven city tours - we guarantee no miscarriages."&lt;br /&gt;17. From the instructions on a Japanese hotel air conditioner: "Cooles and Heates: If you want just condition of warm in your room, please control yourself."&lt;br /&gt;18. Sign in a Copenhagen airline ticket office: "We take your bags and send them in all directions"&lt;br /&gt;19. From the menu of a Swiss restaurant: "Our wines leave you nothing to hope for"&lt;br /&gt;20. From a tourist brochure: "In the close village you can buy jolly memorials for when you pass away."&lt;br /&gt;21. Two signs in a Majorcan shops: "Here speeching American" and “English well talking.”&lt;br /&gt;22. Sign in a Hong Kong supermarket: "For your convenience, we recommend courteous, efficient self-service."&lt;br /&gt;23. From a story in an East African newspaper: "A new swimming pool is rapidly taking shape since the contractors have thrown in the bulk of their workers."&lt;br /&gt;24. Sign in a Vienna hotel: "In case of fire, do your utmost to alarm the hotel porter.&lt;br /&gt;25. Detour sign in Japan: "Stop. Drive sideways."&lt;br /&gt;26. Sign at a Swiss inn: "Special Today - no ice cream"&lt;br /&gt;27. Instructions on a Japanese medicine bottle: "Adults: 1 tablet 3 times a day until passing away"&lt;br /&gt;28. In a Tokyo shop: Our nylons cost more than common, but you'll find they are best in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-5060958916598465865?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/5060958916598465865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=5060958916598465865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/5060958916598465865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/5060958916598465865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/05/real-notices.html' title='Real notices'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-8207148970150309083</id><published>2007-05-22T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:30:48.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke 2</title><content type='html'>These are actual excuse notes from parents(including original spelling) collected by Nisheeth Parekh, University Texas Medical Branch at Galveston...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Gloria from Jim today. She is administrating.&lt;br /&gt;Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by very close veins.&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Ray Friday from school. He has very loose vowels.&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Pedro from being absent yesterday. He had (diahre)(dyrea)(direathe) the shits. [words were crossed out in the)'s].&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Roland from P.E. for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.&lt;br /&gt;My son is under a doctor's care and should not take P.E. today. Please execute him.&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick and I had her shot.&lt;br /&gt;John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.&lt;br /&gt;I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping because I don't know what size she wear.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter was absent yesterday because she was tired. She spent a weekend with the Marines.&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could not breed well.&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Mary for being absent yesterday. She was in bed with gramps.&lt;br /&gt;Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a gangover.&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Burma, she has been sick and under the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Maryann was absent December 11-16, because she had a fever, sore throat, headache and upset stomach. Her sister was also sick, fever and sore throat, her brother had a low grade fever and ached all over. I wasn't the best either, sore throat and fever. There must be something going around, her father even got hot last night.&lt;br /&gt;Dear School: Please ekscuse John being absent on Jan. 28, 29, 30,31,32, and also 33.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football. He washurt in the growing part.&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Tommy for being absent yesterday. He had diarrhea and his boots leak.&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Jimmy for being. It was his father's fault.&lt;br /&gt;Sally won't be in school a week from Friday. We have to attend her funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get the Sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it Monday, we thought it was Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-8207148970150309083?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/8207148970150309083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=8207148970150309083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/8207148970150309083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/8207148970150309083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/05/joke-2.html' title='Joke 2'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-6780341259631318325</id><published>2007-05-22T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:28:25.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke 1</title><content type='html'>FBI agents conducted a raid of a psychiatric hospital in San Diego that was under investigation for medical insurance fraud. After hours of reviewing thousands of medical records, the dozens of agents had worked up quite an appetite. The FBI was taping all conversations at the hospital, and this conversation took place when the agent in charge called a nearby pizza delivery service to order.&lt;br /&gt;Agent: Hello. I would like to order 19 large pizzas and 67 cans of soda.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Man: And where would you like them delivered?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: We're over at the psychiatric hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Man: The psychiatric hospital?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: That's right. I'm an FBI agent.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Man: You're an FBI agent?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: That's correct. Just about everybody here is.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Man: And you're at the psychiatric hospital? Agent: That's correct. And make sure you don't go through the front doors. We have them locked. You will have to go around to the back to the service entrance to deliver the pizzas.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Man: And you say you're all FBI agents?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: That's right. How soon can you have them here?&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Man: And everyone at the psychiatric hospital is an FBI agent?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: That's right. We've been here all day and we're starving.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Man: How are you going to pay for all of this?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: I have my checkbook right here.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Man: And you're all FBI agents?&lt;br /&gt;Agent: That's right. Everyone here is an FBI agent. Can you remember to bring the pizzas and sodas to the service entrance in the rear? We have the front doors locked.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Man: I don't think so. Click.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-6780341259631318325?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/6780341259631318325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=6780341259631318325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/6780341259631318325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/6780341259631318325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/05/joke-1.html' title='Joke 1'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-1289228029968167684</id><published>2007-05-22T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:22:43.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably the most pointless sign in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlOzbiu2XdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-qp-R5WQ_AY/s1600-h/164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067591291483086290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlOzbiu2XdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-qp-R5WQ_AY/s320/164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This road sign near Dodwalls in Cornwall claims to ease traffic by being closed, although, it does not seem to be doing the trick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-1289228029968167684?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/1289228029968167684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=1289228029968167684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/1289228029968167684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/1289228029968167684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/05/probably-most-pointless-sign-in-world.html' title='Probably the most pointless sign in the world'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlOzbiu2XdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-qp-R5WQ_AY/s72-c/164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-7921573093851549329</id><published>2007-05-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:18:55.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand written car plate number</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlOylSu2XcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JFuaxgMsMuU/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067590359475183042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlOylSu2XcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JFuaxgMsMuU/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted this car with a 'marker pen written plate number' near bukit Bintang a couple of weeks ago....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-7921573093851549329?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/7921573093851549329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=7921573093851549329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/7921573093851549329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/7921573093851549329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/05/hand-written-car-plate-number.html' title='Hand written car plate number'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlOylSu2XcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JFuaxgMsMuU/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-3234088675099023441</id><published>2007-05-22T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:37:21.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny sign at restaurant......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlO2nSu2XeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/X6alS_L4bx4/s1600-h/wehave-noquarell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067594791881432546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlO2nSu2XeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/X6alS_L4bx4/s320/wehave-noquarell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlOyJyu2XbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/noT9QSyOBwo/s1600-h/sit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067589887028780466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlOyJyu2XbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/noT9QSyOBwo/s320/sit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;riddiculous?funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-3234088675099023441?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/3234088675099023441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=3234088675099023441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/3234088675099023441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/3234088675099023441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny-sign-at-restaurant.html' title='Funny sign at restaurant......'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlJFOBdprGg/RlO2nSu2XeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/X6alS_L4bx4/s72-c/wehave-noquarell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-7091746447964428116</id><published>2007-05-22T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:12:24.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in...</title><content type='html'>I believe in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Aliens, ufos, ghost...&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Karma&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Faith&lt;br /&gt;I believe in true friendship&lt;br /&gt;I believe in doing things fast&lt;br /&gt;I believe in LOVE&lt;br /&gt;I believe in romance&lt;br /&gt;I believe in being loyal and true&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the world will end one day&lt;br /&gt;I believe in dreams&lt;br /&gt;I believe in imagination&lt;br /&gt;I believe in being honest&lt;br /&gt;I believe in sacrificing&lt;br /&gt;I believe in in self dignity&lt;br /&gt;I believe in ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-7091746447964428116?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/7091746447964428116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=7091746447964428116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/7091746447964428116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/7091746447964428116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-believe-in.html' title='I believe in...'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-8177311181497381490</id><published>2007-03-07T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:36:35.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, where are your manners?</title><content type='html'>SHORT-TAKE BY HOO BAN KHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE hand-phone is one of the most important inventions of the last century, making instant communication possible at any time and almost anywhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the fixed line, it is mobile and convenient. It is pocket-sized, light and sleek, and comes with multiple functions and in very attractive colours.&lt;br /&gt;You can dial a number anywhere in the world and get connected directly with people without the hassle of going through an operator who may not speak your language.&lt;br /&gt;But the flip side is the emergence of some hand-phone users who are less than considerate and keep yakking loudly in public places, anywhere they like.&lt;br /&gt;You find them chatting on the phone during a meeting, inside a lift, toilet, bus, restaurant and even the theatre and cinema.&lt;br /&gt;They spoil the atmosphere and become a nuisance to the people around them. It is annoying when you are forced to listen to conversation that you are least interested in.&lt;br /&gt;I also find it extremely annoying - even insulting - when people sharing a meal with you are more interested in taking a long time talking on the hand-phone than sharing your company.&lt;br /&gt;That leads me to a recent advertisement by a telecommunications company to promote its services during the Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;It works on the tradition of the reunion dinner held on new year's eve in order to promote its special services called the “longevity calls”.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, you see family members partaking in what looks like a reunion dinner but instead of enjoying the meal and fellowship, all of them are busy yakking away on the hand-phones.&lt;br /&gt;With a pair of chopsticks poised over a spread of sumptuous dishes on the table and their heads bending sideways to talk into the hand-phones resting on their shoulders in unison, the scenario looks decidedly comical, even ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of image does it project? Do the Chinese partake in the reunion dinner in this way? Is yakking on the phone more important than the most meaningful meal of the year for all members of the family?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the new year spirit? Where is the tradition? Where are the grandparents, the parents and the children who are supposed to share the reunion dinner and to catch up with one another at the gathering?&lt;br /&gt;Many may argue that the advertisement is simply a clever and funny gimmick to draw attention and get the sales message across.&lt;br /&gt;Others, especially those who stick to tradition, would find it upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed a clever attempt at capturing the occasion and giving it a twist to sell the company's services and get people talking but it certainly leaves a bad taste to people who value culture and traditions because of the wrong focus.&lt;br /&gt;It may not be guilty of cultural subversion but it trivialises a long-cherished tradition.&lt;br /&gt;And above all, where are the table manners?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-8177311181497381490?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/8177311181497381490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=8177311181497381490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/8177311181497381490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/8177311181497381490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-where-are-your-manners.html' title='Hello, where are your manners?'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-117203610637208494</id><published>2007-02-20T21:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:35:06.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mess With Old Ladies</title><content type='html'>An older lady gets pulled over for speeding...&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: Is there a problem, Officer?&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Ma'am, you were speeding.&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: Oh, I see.&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Can I see your license please?&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: I'd give it to you but I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Don't have one?&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.&lt;br /&gt;Officer: I see...Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:I can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;Officer:Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:I stole this car.&lt;br /&gt;Officer:Stole it?&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.&lt;br /&gt;Officer:You what?&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see&lt;br /&gt;The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for &lt;br /&gt;back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly &lt;br /&gt;approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2:Ma'am, could you step out of your vehicle please! The woman steps out of her vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;Older woman:Is there a problem sir?&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2:One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered &lt;br /&gt;the owner.&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:Murdered the owner?&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2:Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.&lt;br /&gt;The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2:Is this your car, ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:Yes, here are the registration papers. The officer is quite &lt;br /&gt;stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2:One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license.&lt;br /&gt;The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to &lt;br /&gt;the officer. The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2:Thank you ma'am, one of my officers told me you didn't have a &lt;br /&gt;license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner. Older Woman: Bet the liar told you I was speeding,too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-117203610637208494?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/117203610637208494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=117203610637208494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/117203610637208494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/117203610637208494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-mess-with-old-ladies.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess With Old Ladies'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-117203608682092065</id><published>2007-02-20T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:34:46.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are better friends!</title><content type='html'>Women:&lt;br /&gt;A wife was not at home for a whole night. So, the very next morning, she&lt;br /&gt;tells her husband that she stayed at her girlfriend's apartment over night. &lt;br /&gt;The husband calls 10 of her best girlfriend's and none of them confirm that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men:&lt;br /&gt;A husband was not at home for a whole night. So he tells his wife the very &lt;br /&gt;next morning, that he stayed at his friend's apartment over night. So the&lt;br /&gt;wife calls 10 of his best friends: 5 of them confirm that he stayed at their&lt;br /&gt;apartments that night, and the other 5 are claiming that he still is there &lt;br /&gt;with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-117203608682092065?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/117203608682092065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=117203608682092065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/117203608682092065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/117203608682092065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/02/men-are-better-friends.html' title='Men are better friends!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116856937946963842</id><published>2007-01-11T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:40:11.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You Mayang!!!</title><content type='html'>Tis post is inspired by Su who wrote in her own blog bout missing Mayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 11th Jan 2007.My last in Limkokwing, Pj campus was on 22nd Dec 06.Actually my last day was supposed to be on 4th Jan 2007 but i took my annual leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost 3 weeks since i stepped out of Mayang,seen my old colleagues.The 'Miss Mayang' bug does occasionally infect my brain once in a while.I look back at the hundreds of photos bringing back sweet memories and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's loads of things that i miss at Mayang:&lt;br /&gt;1.breakfast with my colleagues in the pantry or at IH resource room.&lt;br /&gt;2.morning stand up meetings&lt;br /&gt;3.surfing the net the whole day(i can do the same at my ne place as im given my own pc)&lt;br /&gt;4.ta pau(packing)lunch wit su and yang&lt;br /&gt;5.vege food,indian aunty's food and the malay food.all so cheap!&lt;br /&gt;6.havin my bf send me to work in sum mornings.&lt;br /&gt;7.havin breakfast wit my bf at bombays.&lt;br /&gt;8.havin breakfast sumtimes wit my colleagues at bombays.&lt;br /&gt;9.havin breakfast wit su at the roti canai shop on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;10.having breakfast wit my bf at tmn megah on sum saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;11.yakking away wit my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;12.the marketing trip to pahang.&lt;br /&gt;13.Goin back home wit Su to have tea at Nagas.&lt;br /&gt;14.The So Looonnnggg lunch break on Fridays!(12-3)&lt;br /&gt;15.Havin lunch at Amcorp Mall on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;16.wonderful events such as mysterious nite and deeparaya with the students.&lt;br /&gt;17.my students!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres are things that i dun like to but lts not go into there....:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,like Su said,i too have no regrets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayang was one of its kind.I will alwiz cherish the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Mayang.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116856937946963842?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116856937946963842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116856937946963842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116856937946963842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116856937946963842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-miss-you-mayang.html' title='I Miss You Mayang!!!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116796828163633051</id><published>2007-01-04T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:38:01.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Peepz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not too late to still wish you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year 2007 wishes to all of you,&lt;br /&gt;I wish love and good fortune,every mingle mix,&lt;br /&gt;Prosperity and Joy,with much Happiness too,&lt;br /&gt;Packed in this special thought, and sent to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wished they Joy,of whole world today,&lt;br /&gt;never ending wishes,are surely sent your way,&lt;br /&gt;Each day all the year,365 days please remember,&lt;br /&gt;What I am wishing for you,January to December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wished the best ever,but many times over,&lt;br /&gt;Even the wistful thought,of a four leafed clover,&lt;br /&gt;All your days will be bright and never go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Joy,New Year Magic,365 days along!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116796828163633051?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116796828163633051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116796828163633051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116796828163633051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116796828163633051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116796787657456671</id><published>2007-01-04T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:31:16.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Her Soul Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>Last nite my sis came bck late from her double shift.She said that they had to attend to an emergency case where a women who had just given birth through normal delivery was wheeled to the ICU dept where my sis worked as she was bleeding terribly after giving birth.My sis said there may be a few reasons such as the placenta didn't come out completely and bridge or something like that and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor all the wasy to the ICU was wet with blood as she was bleeding alot.She must have lost a few litres of blood.Her husband was crying and following her.The trolley(not sure what it is called)was soaked wet with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no BP and she had stopped breathing for some time so they had to do CPR on her.She was not conscious and flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed that she will survive as she has a newborn baby to take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i smsed my sis and asked hows the women doin and my sis replied that she had passed away.Can't help it.The baby is not doin very well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so sad that she died giving birth and her baby will be motherless.Thinking how devasthed will her husband and family be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would have been happily preparing for the arrival of their new bundle of joy and instead of celebrating, they would be preparing for the morther's funeral.How much the new mother would have looked forward to be a mother.The plans that she had for her baby.Its really so sad to imagine and think of it.So devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to GOD that her soul may rest in peace.And that her baby will get well.How will the father take the loss of not only lossing his wife but also his newborn baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eternal rest, grant to them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116796787657456671?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116796787657456671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116796787657456671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116796787657456671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116796787657456671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2007/01/may-her-soul-rest-in-peace.html' title='May Her Soul Rest In Peace'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116657824174953636</id><published>2006-12-19T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:33:36.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2006,Here I Come 2007!</title><content type='html'>In about 11 days time, year 2006 will end and we will usher in year 2007.Time really flies by FAST as i can still remember ushering in year 2006.365 days really is short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2006 has been very generous and fulfilling.Even though i didn't achieve some of my resolutions,I am glad i did achieve a few.Like i have stopped biting my nails!I'm into french manicure right now and i really can't imagine biting my long beau finger nails now.Beau alright,except for that i broke my lil finger on my right hand a couple of days back during my driving class.Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life has been both good and bad.I have learnt alot from my current job,not only teaching which is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for 2007, as i will be starting a new chapter of working life in a new place.Nervous too.Well,everyone will feel nervous at a new job and place.But i believe the grass is always greener on the other side.On the other side of Limkokwing of coz.Everyone will agree wit tat...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having ample of free time at my new job as it's flexible timing.I just go for classes and consultation hours.How good can it get?Plus i would be teaching more into advertising and graphic designing which is REALLY MY KINDA FIELD.More time to do freelancing and start my masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i dun have classes,I just go in by 2pm.But im not planning to do that all the time of coz!I'll be damn bored at home man!I am experiencing boredome now itself with my working hours wic is like 8.30-5pm.Ya,im sittin in the staffrum reading Sophie Kinsella's book trying to past my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup,i plan to take masters part time next year.Been saving up for it.So far so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come 2007 and i'll be 25 years old!Damn,tats da not so nice part!I dun like getting old!I wish i was stil a kid playing in the playground!So many things to enjoy.Now it's more to work and work and work!More responsibilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll pass my driving test tom.If not i'll sit again next thurs after 3 more hours of classes.I can sit as many time as i can til i pass as i took the Learn Till U Pass package.Wic means i can fail and retake it as many times and i dun have to pay an extra single cent.Hope i can have my driving license by end of this year.Or if my luck is not tat good,by early next year....:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will have to sit down and plan my Goals &amp; Resolutions for 2007.It's alwiz good to make resolutions.Resolutions that can benefit you.That are positive.That can make you a better person.If u cant make all of it become true,at least a few will be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways,wen i can think more to write on 2006 and comin g 2007,ill add up to my post k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,have a wonderful remaining year 2006 and have a great blast of New Year 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116657824174953636?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116657824174953636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116657824174953636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116657824174953636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116657824174953636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye-2006here-i-come-2007.html' title='Goodbye 2006,Here I Come 2007!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116641074610991177</id><published>2006-12-17T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:59:06.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Mayang</title><content type='html'>We had a 'farewell mayang-potluck-party' last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/1600/307782/bbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/320/535590/bbq.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/1600/311925/bbq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/320/718398/bbq3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/1600/905856/bb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/320/579373/bb2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/1600/44313/bbq5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/320/891931/bbq5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/1600/493165/bbq7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/320/400273/bbq7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/1600/350000/bbq6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2627/1904/320/821815/bbq6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116641074610991177?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116641074610991177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116641074610991177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116641074610991177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116641074610991177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/12/farewell-mayang.html' title='Farewell Mayang'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116606299790166522</id><published>2006-12-13T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:23:17.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Moving</title><content type='html'>Its been like donkey ages since i blogged.I have been very lazy.Wanting to blog but my mind just goes blank on what should i talk about.Everyday i keep saying to myself that i would blog today and i keep postponing it.So sorry people.i am truly becoming lazier and lazier to blog.But i wanna blog.I read your blogs like everyday and i see most of your blogs are just like mine.Sleeping.And i become more lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats been happening in my life?Nothing much i would say.Our campus here is closing down this month and we are being relocated back to the main campus in Cyberjaya.Everyone is busy doing somthing else but not packing yet.last minute as usual.We would be starting in Cyberjaya next month.We have been told that we have to start packing next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gona miss this place.It is like so nearby to my place.So near to LRT.So near to everything!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyberjaya is so so so far away.Everything is expensive there.Transport,food,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was studying there and staying in the hostel i didn't find it a problem at all.Staying in hostel was good.free net 24/7.cheap food.But now that i am working i don;t think i can find life there.Boring boring boring.And i am not gona move over there just becoz we r relocating there.i am happy staying in KL.i am not going anywher far.Far too expensive to transvel,to eat and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students went on break starting last week.The campus is empty right now.So quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite we are having a 'Farewell Mayang Party'.Dress code-Anything BUT Black...;p&lt;br /&gt;We are having BBQ and more.Potluck as well as we have to bring something.I just bought a big bag of jelly sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf wud be fetching me tonite as it will finish late.will upload some pictures here after tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....,other that tat...lets see.....Mom went for an Angiogram last Wednesday at IJN(National Heart Institute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*An angiogram is an imaging test that uses x-rays to view your body’s blood vessels. Physicians often use this test to study narrow, blocked, enlarged, or malformed arteries in many parts of your body, including your brain, heart, abdomen, and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frequently has chest pains.The Malacca Hosp was late(Government,wat do u expect)so we made appoinment for her ourselves in IJN.She coudnt even go tru level 2 our of 5 in the Stress Test.Therfor the doc made her an appointment to do the angiogram to see if her hear is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 2 days leave-on wed &amp; thurs.the angiogram took about 3 hours wic made us scared as it normally onli took bout 30 min.we were having thought that she did have blokkage and the doc was inserting stents in her heart.how reliefed we were when she was put saying the doc said her hear is clear and ther is no blockage in her heart!!!!:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,the doc gave a letter askin her to do a scan to see if her chest pain is caused by nerves at her spinal cord.Hope there is nothing serious with her and she gets fine soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW,her angiogram was on my parents wedding anniversary.The next day,mom treated us to a good lunch to celebrate the good news plus with the wedding anniversary...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be going back home for Xmas.Will b visiting a fren's house.She called me like after 5 years!It was such a suprise.i assumed she was calling me to invite me for her wedding...:P...lolx....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways,i hope u guys have a great day ahead!wil update my blog soon!REAL SOON.Promise!..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116606299790166522?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116606299790166522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116606299790166522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116606299790166522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116606299790166522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-are-moving.html' title='We Are Moving'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116106145871382121</id><published>2006-10-16T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:04:18.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali &amp; Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>This Saturday,Hindus from all around the world will be celebrating Deepavali, also known as Diwali.I will be going down to my mom's hometown,Taiping on Thursday.Parents and brother is coming over to stay at my place tomorrow.We will be leaving to Taiping on Thursday early morning.We will leave Taiping on Sunday as my sister starts work on Monday.I will be folowing my family back to Malacca as i'm on leave till 29th October due to the Hari Raya celebration which falls on Tuesday and Wednesday.As Deepavali coincides  with Hari Raya again this year just like last year, we are celebrating 'Deeparaya'.Can't wait for the long awaited holiday and celebration!!!!Wishing all my dear friends Happy Deepavali &amp; Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is Deepavali?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colorful festival that is celebrated by all Hindus worldwide is Deepavali, which is also known as the festival of lights. This festival usually falls around late October and November. One important practice that the Hindus follow during the festival is to light oil lamps in their homes on Deepavali morning. By lighting the oil lamps, the Hindus are thanking the gods for the happiness, knowledge, peace and wealth that they have received. The Hindus consider Deepavali as one of the most important festivals to celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Legend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is even an interesting legend behind this festival. The story goes that Narakasura, a demon, ruled the kingdom of Pradyoshapuram. Under his rule, the villagers suffered a lot of hardship as the demon tortured the people and kidnapped the women to be imprisoned in his palace. Seeing his wickedness, Lord Khrishna set out to destroy the demon and the day Narakasura died was celebrated as Deepavali, the triumph of good over evil! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hindus usually awake early in the morning of deepavali around 3am and the first ritual will be having an oil bath, which is an important feature of Deepavali. Hindus will be dressed in their new clothes on Deepavali. Most of the ladies would be clad in silk saris or Punjabi suits of various bright shades. Hindus particularly dislike dressing in black on that day, as they consider black an inauspicious color for the festival. Hindus would also pay their respects to the elderly and most families would go to the temple after having breakfast. This is also an important practice for them. The reason why they would be going to the temples is to pray to get happiness and prosperity on Deepavali. The houses would be decorated with oil lamps and children will play with firecrackers to celebrate the festival. On the first day, they would not go visiting but would stay at home to welcome the guests who visit them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Hindus during Deepavali will be an interesting activity, as you will get to taste a wide variety of delicious food. In every home that you visit you are bound to be served with a tempting spread of sweets. Some of the popular sweets are halwa, burfi and laddu. Hindus love eating spicy food.Thosais, idlis, naans and also idiyapom are served with prawn sambal, mutton curry, chicken curry, etc.Murrukus, oma pudi and other types of biscuits such as jem tart, peanut biscuit, etc are much sought after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks are played starting on the eve of Deepavali and can go on till about 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lil bit bout Hari Raya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya Puasa is also commonly known as Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Hari Raya (Malay for "Day of Celebration") is a term used in Malaysia that can apply to the Muslim festivals of Eid ul-Fitr or Eid ul-Adha. Typically, simply "Hari Raya" refers to Eid ul-Fitr, which is also known as "Hari Raya Aidilfitri" or "Hari Raya Puasa" (literally "Fasting Day of Celebration").As Eid ul-Fitr often coincides with either the Hindu festival of Deepavali or the Chinese New Year, which are both celebrated in Malaysia, portmanteaus such as DeepaRaya or Kongsi Raya have been created that refer to Eid ul-Fitr and one of the two festivals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116106145871382121?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116106145871382121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116106145871382121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116106145871382121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116106145871382121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-deepavali-selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Happy Deepavali &amp; Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116106035768155136</id><published>2006-10-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:47:45.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you are supposed to be working...</title><content type='html'>I am surrounded with people who lack the values below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punctuality&lt;br /&gt;Effiency&lt;br /&gt;Time Management &lt;br /&gt;Hardworking &lt;br /&gt;Work Smart, Not Work Hard &lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is work, they tend to keep themselfs busy and preoccupied with things that don't come together with this job.Things that are done as leisure.Things that are not supposed to be done while you are working.I am just baffled with these people.I don't undestand if they know what they are doing, what they are supposed to be doing and what they are not supposed to be doing.And when the work is supposed to be completed on the certain time, they will complaining that the work is alot and rushing like mad.They are lecturers and yet they behave like their students.Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always finish my work on time,ealier in fact. There is ample of time for you to do your own work.These people need to be given some course on how to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By not completing your work,you tend to make people wait for you.And waiting is not good.I hate to wait for people and make people wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share your comments here as i really need some opinions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116106035768155136?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116106035768155136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116106035768155136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116106035768155136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116106035768155136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-you-are-supposed-to-be-working.html' title='When you are supposed to be working...'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116019232726127273</id><published>2006-10-06T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:38:47.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hepy Weekendz!</title><content type='html'>Have agreat weekend ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/cute-moving-puppy-8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/cute-moving-puppy-8.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116019232726127273?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116019232726127273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116019232726127273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116019232726127273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116019232726127273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/10/hepy-weekendz.html' title='Hepy Weekendz!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116018874939016310</id><published>2006-10-06T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:39:09.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public transport or not?</title><content type='html'>7.30am :I was walking to the LRT station with my frens,Ranjini and Meena when Ranjini got a call from her friend saying that the LRT is being delayed to to some technical probs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both then took a cab to their workplace near KLCC.I called my Su,who stays 5 mins away from my place is she can give me a lift to work that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my apmt.Thank god i had just started walking from my apmt when we got the news.Su came by 8am.The rest of my colleagues who travel by LRT were stranded and had to take a bus to SS2.Then another collegue took the Uni van to fetch them from there.Was late neways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently,the LRT only came like once in every 1 1/2 hours.Damn dumb and irritating.Pity those who had to take the LRT to work or school or coll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 3rd time LRT Putra has been encountering probs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we gonna rely on public transport if they have so many probs?We are encouraged to take public transport to ease the traffic jam but look whats happens wen we take the public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shoud take some drastic measures to ensure that things like this don't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back with Su as the LRT was stil being delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116018874939016310?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116018874939016310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116018874939016310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116018874939016310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116018874939016310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/10/public-transport-or-not.html' title='Public transport or not?'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116018833270388830</id><published>2006-10-06T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:32:12.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LRT woes</title><content type='html'>News 1: LRT failure wreaks havoc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: The RapidKL LRT service on the Kelana Jaya line was interrupted for 10 hours from 7.02am yesterday when one of its trains experienced technical problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passengers were evacuated at the Damai Station and alternate service was provided between the Masjid Jamek and Terminal Putra stations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disruption caused massive jams throughout the day. Irate commuters complained that not only they were late for work they also had difficulty going home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RapidKL's corporate communications division senior manager Katherine Chew said in a statement that the service between Kelana Jaya and Masjid Jamek stations was normal. She said all services were restored at about 5pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RapidKL provided alternative modes of transport for commuters travelling from Kuala Lumpur to Terminal Putra.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commuters going to Wangsa Maju were advised to take the Ampang/Sri Petaling line to Titiwangsa station and from there, to take the RapidKL Bus T20 to Wangsa Maju.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeder buses and dedicated bus shuttle services were also available to take commuters to other destinations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News 2: Commuters stranded by break down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN the last one month, the Putra LRT line has been hit by more than three major disruptions and yesterday's train breakdown seemed to be the tip of the iceberg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City commuters were stranded at the Taman Melati, Wangsa Maju, Setiawangsa, Jelatek, Datuk Keramat and Damai stations when a train broke down in the middle of the tracks between the Damai and Datuk Keramat stations at about 7am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeder buses were provided by Rapid KL for affected commuters to work and school. The buses travelled from the stations to KLCC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the disruption that lasted more than eight hours, services were stalled between the Damai and Datuk Keramat stations while alternate services were provided along the rest of the route. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long queues were seen at all stations, especially KL Sentral, Masjid Jamek and KLCC, where shutters were partially closed to control the crowd, and coaches moved at a slower pace than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd even spilled over to bus stops near KLCC and commuters complained that taxi drivers were charging triple the normal metered rate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universiti Kuala Lumpur student Akla Shafie, 20, said he missed class in the morning because of the train breakdown and the feeder bus did not travel up to the Jalan Raja Abdullah area where his university was located. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I came out of my house at 8.30am to take the train at the Jelatek station. Then, the service was down and I decided to forego my class and return to my kampung in Muar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have experienced this before and this was the second time I had to skip class. I think the maintenance of the trains should be done more frequently so that incidents like this will not recur,” he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Sriram, 24, who usually takes a train from Terminal Putra to KL Sentral where his company's transport will pick him up, was stuck between the Terminal Putra and Setiawangsa stations for more than two hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There were no instructions on the service delay when I bought my ticket at Terminal Putra. I waited for 20 to 30 minutes and took a train to Setiawangsa where we were asked to take a feeder bus to Ampang Park and KLCC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There have been two or three incidents within the last month and during one of them, I was stuck in a train in the middle of the tracks before it reached Masjid Jamek.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need to go to work by public transport but these (breakdowns) have caused a lot of inconvenience,” he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another commuter Idris Daud, 62, said he had no idea what happened to the train and merely followed instructions via announcements made at the stations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All I knew was that only one side of the track could be used. This was the first time I experienced such an incident,” he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universiti Tun Abdul Razak student N. Mahalatchmy, 20, who missed the majority of her classes, had to resort to calling her father to send her to university. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My class commenced at 10am and I was still stuck at Setiawangsa; my assignment marks will all be gone,” she added. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another commuter, who only wanted to be known as S. C. said commuters should have been advised at the station of origin to avoid chaos at Masjid Jamek as there were no notices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus Mat Zain, 29, waited for hours at the Wangsa Maju and Datuk Keramat stations but he insisted not to take the feeder bus to his destination at KLCC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTM producer Mohd Fahmi Sarindi, 26, who missed his assignment at Angkasapuri, said: “This was not the first time and there were many such incidents in a year.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Michelle Thomas, 18, wanted to leave early for LCCT in KLIA to take a flight back to Sabah but her plan had to be interrupted for a few hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This was the first time I had to be stuck here (at Setiawangsa) alone heavy luggage,” she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the parliamentary session last month, several MPs such as Datuk Seri Tiong King Sing (BN – Bintulu) and Datuk Mohamed Aziz (BN – Sri Gading) questioned the Railways Department and Rapid KL for the breakdown of the Kelana Jaya LRT line in July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reply, Deputy Transport Minister Datuk Douglas Uggah Embas said the department had been given two months to investigate the incident and his ministry would submit its findings to Parliament.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a statement, Rapid KL said service was interrupted at 7.02am due to technical problems. At press time, repairs were still being carried out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : www.thestar.com.my&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116018833270388830?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116018833270388830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116018833270388830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116018833270388830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116018833270388830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/10/lrt-woes.html' title='LRT woes'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116018812886966955</id><published>2006-10-06T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:28:48.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali Shopping</title><content type='html'>It's a Saturday again!Thank God for that.Have been looking forward to this weekend since monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be goin back home today after work.Haven't bought the ticket back to Malacca yet.Wil leave to Pudu by 1pm and hope to get a 2.15pm ticket at least.If i get any later than that, i think i'll go get my mum her houses dresses that she asked me to buy while waiting for the time to board the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this chinese shop near Pudu which i normally buy her house dresses from there.Can't get any like those anywhere as the other shops usually have long ones and UGLY ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took leave on Monday as it's a public holiday on Tuesday for Nuzul Al Quran.I'll be back on Tuesday night.The long leave wil at least enable me to do my shopping for Deepavali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover,my mom is not doing very well.She got admitted for a few hours on monday when she went to see her doctors as she was experiencing chest pains.To conduct more tests and observation,they admitted her.Her ECG n blood test n etc came out normal.But they have made an appoinment with a specialist next month. Don't wanna take any risks as heart problems does exist in my family tree. Might take her to IJN(National Heart Hospital)in Kl for further and thorough check up later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll be spendin my time cleaning the house for Deepavali apart from the normal TV addict and sleeping addict behaviour.hehehe....I plan to go to the new shopping complex which was recently opened,Hang Tuah Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus,it's been ages since i went around Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for Deepavali,My family and I will b going to Taiping,Perak.Last year Deepavali was just spent at my place going around Kl and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my grandmother there,Deepavali won't be the same.She passed away 3 years ago.However,will be able to meet up with my cousins and relatives who are living there.Also,my aunt frm Kajang is going down there too.She goes there every year for Deepavali as her mom in laws house is in Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to buy more clothes for Deepavali this year compared to last year.Last year,i only got myself 2 tops.Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive bought for my bro clothes this year.Will see what i can buy for my mom n dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to midvalley on wednesday with my bf.He bought me a 3 quater black pants and a top.Could'nt buy for him anything that he liked.Plan to go Sunway Pyramid soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jaya Supermarket with Su,Yang and Azlin yesterdy during lunch and bought two tops.One top is simply superb.Its black and white.The other is a lime kinda green.Bought lime + baby blue eyeshadows to go along with the lime kinda green blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to buy myself a pair of jeans.saw one in Jusco Midvally but i'll b checking first in Malacca.Ive bought jeans for myself all my life in Malacca.With the waist size of an ant-24,i could hardlyfind a jeans that can suit me nicely.The length isn't a prob as i normally get it cut and sewn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf is currently in Port Dickson with his gang.Partying til Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i started blogging a couple of days back,i'm so into blogging now.Well,thats coz i have the mood i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways,have a wonderful and cheerful great weekend u peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiowz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116018812886966955?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116018812886966955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116018812886966955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116018812886966955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116018812886966955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/10/deepavali-shopping.html' title='Deepavali Shopping'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116009688079233954</id><published>2006-10-05T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:35:41.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester 1 ends</title><content type='html'>Last week was the end of semester 1 for Foundation 1 to Foundation 6. For Foundation 7, this is the last week. They had extended to finish up the It syllabus. Foundation 8 and 9 will end in a couple of weeks time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundation 7 and 8 are delayed as they were disrupted now and then frequently due to the Dikir Barat performance. It is really annoying as they are kept called to do performance each time someone visits the Cyberjaya campus or KLC or anywhere. They started the semester quite late and yet they can’t have their classes. So disturbing and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 10 started towards the end of the semester so they are following the senior’s schedule. The intake is like all around the semester. Crazy. I just had one new student enroll last week. Can you believe that? Last week when it was actually the last week for the juniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach Foundation 4,5,7 and 10. Which means I only have Foundation 10 for now. And with the new subject, Visual Communication which I started to teach this week, I only have 2 classes in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have marked their Portfolios and packed them up for Archiving. Have yet to mark their final project, Batik Innovation which consists of a Research Folio and an A1 size artwork. This project is being done the first time. It’s a group project. Each group sonsist of 4-5 members, whom I had choosen myself as I wanted the students to mingle. I do not want the good ones to be with the good ones and the weak ones with the weak ones. I want them to share their strengths and help improve their weakness. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duration of the project is 14 weeks, which means they have ample of time. I guide them throughout the duration. In fact I think I’ve helped them A LOT. On what can they do the research about by giving them topics to look for, a checklist where they can see what has been done and what has not, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the final project’s total mark is 30%. 15% for research + sketches (min 10 per person) and 5% for the final A1 artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll try mark finish the final project for all my classes tomorrow if I have the mood. I need to have a good mood to give good grades.hehehehe…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely strict with my student. Punctuality is very important. Late submissions is a BIG NO NO and if there is, I deduct marks according to how many days they are late. It’s not that I am mean, but I think it’s a good practice for them as well coz when they work in the industry, they will have to meet their client’s deadline. If I am very lenient with the, they will simply climb my head. Make my life and theirs harder. If they prolong the submissions, they will just have loads to do as their assignments will be piled up. I am speaking from experience. When I was studying in the uni, I will be amont the first ones to come for class, and to submit assignments. Let’s just say I am a punctuality freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways,ill rattle more on my next blog.Afraid my blog is getting jes too boring fer u guys to read….:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students finishing up their Portfolio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/student2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/student2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/student1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/student1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students putting their finishing touch on their Final Project- Batik Innovation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/batik4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/batik4.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/batik3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/batik3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/batik2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/batik2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/batik1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/batik1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116009688079233954?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116009688079233954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116009688079233954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116009688079233954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116009688079233954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/10/semester-1-ends.html' title='Semester 1 ends'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-116009669026519548</id><published>2006-10-05T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:04:50.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Khairul Asri</title><content type='html'>A colleague of mine, Asri, who is a counselor here left Limkokwing end of last month. He got a job as a government officer. Will be starting his new job on Oct 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asri was my ‘going back home’ companion after work. He took the LRT to work as well. And he goes back at sharp 5pm everyday. Just like me…:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a very nice and funny guy. Hope to see him sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish him all the best in his future undertakings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asri n me on his late day at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/asri%20n%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/asri%20n%20me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-116009669026519548?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/116009669026519548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=116009669026519548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116009669026519548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/116009669026519548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/10/farewell-khairul-asri.html' title='Farewell Khairul Asri'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-115994564325055058</id><published>2006-10-03T23:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:07:23.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Communication</title><content type='html'>I started to teach a new subject today. Visual Communication for the Diploma in Digital Video students. Have another lecturer teaching with me,OC.He is my coursemate who joined Limkokwing Uni bout 1 month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onli have 14 students in this class.Gotta teach them self branding and promotion,storyboarding,advertising and marketing,animatics,semiotics, n etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We r like 7 weeks late as they onli realised that no one is teaching this subject.Kinda lame i know.So we gotta rush the kids with their lesson,exercises and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,btw, Limkokwing Uni College is no longer a Uni Coll but a University now.Nutin great to me anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115994564325055058?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/115994564325055058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=115994564325055058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/115994564325055058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/115994564325055058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/10/visual-communication.html' title='Visual Communication'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-115994540677853836</id><published>2006-10-03T23:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:03:26.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO!NOT CYBERJAYA AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Last month, we were not by our coordinator that we will moving to Cyberjaya by January.That came in as a TERRIBLE shock to us as we hated Cyberjaya.We really reallllllllyyyyyyyyyyy loved our campus here in PJ.The reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The place is only in 1 building where else in Cyber the place is HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Food there sux big time and is extremely EXPENSIVE. the cheapest meal is bout RM5 wic is not worth the price at all.Here, there are lots of restaurants and stall-Malay,Chinese,Indian,etc.Cheap too.Tasty as well.I think ive gained a few kg ever since wrking here.ARGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Transport here is easy.The LRT is like 5 min walk frm here.I only have to leave 30 b4 wrk starts.The LRT ride frm my apmt to my wrkplace is merely 15 min!!!If i have to wrk in Cyber,i have to Take the Lrt and 2 busses to Cyber!Tat means gettin up early and coming back home late!!!ARGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Work there is stressful.ARGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.We r like a BIG family here.United.HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Everything is so convinient here.We r near to anywhere.Sunway Pyramid,Giant,1U,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Can't enjoy work ther as much as we do here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically its SOB SOB SOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i gotta look for another place to work if we move there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am planning to take my masters sometime next year in UM.UM is near where i work now.If i work in Cyber,how am i gona make it for the clases wic starts at 6pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope and pray we r not moving there!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ope n prya for me as well.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115994540677853836?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-115994479062790036</id><published>2006-10-03T23:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:53:10.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon me!</title><content type='html'>I am becoming lazie and lazie to blog.Pardon me.Its not that i dun wanna blog but i end up duno wat to blog.I read my frens blogs almost everyday.Mayb my life is jes to boring to tell anyone on wats happening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115994479062790036?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/115994479062790036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=115994479062790036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/115994479062790036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/115994479062790036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/10/pardon-me.html' title='Pardon me!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-115994444487458630</id><published>2006-10-03T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:47:24.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend that it was...</title><content type='html'>The weekend that passed was filled with so much of fun. On Friday nite, it was a night out with my bf, sister and cousins. Cousins gaithri, geetha and anne came down to my place on Friday evening. Left to McD bangsar for a quick bite. Bf and cousin gaithri’s bf’s fren met us there soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we left to Absolut chemistry before it was 10pm. Got sum drinks and we waited for gaithri’s bf and his cousins. He came bout 10.30pm. Next to our table was bout 10 of his cousins and frens. Cousin Alvin and his fren, who apparently is a upcoming singer (I duno wats her name) came later. The whole nite was spent dancing and fer da guys, of coz drinking. Bf bought me margarita wic I shared wit da other gals. First time trying it.not bad. A mixture of 3 concoctions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t dance much as I was having gastric a bit as i practically didn’t eat da whole day. was tied up with wrk in the office. Jes had sum milo in McD as we were running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking a glass of vodka with an empty stomach clearly started my gastric pain. So I jes chilled on da sofa with my bf n Alvin. My cousins occasionally came to rest a few times during their dancing marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at bout 3 an only when the club was closing. By that time, I was starving. Had supper (for me it was bfast + lunch + tea + dinner) at a Chinese restaurant right across the club. Then we left to out apartment as my bf n gaithri’s bf , navin wanted to bring us to Tanjung Harapan in Klang. They initially wanted to bring us to PD but Gaithri and me weren’t enthusiastic about it. We were worried as they drank a lot, even tho its beer and they were sober. So after much persuasion and debating, we went along with their plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in two cars. I slept all the way there as I was already sleepy. Bought some tidbits on the way to munch at Tanjung Harapan. Just chilled and talked the night away. Wanted to see the sun rise but we were too tired and sleepy by 6.20am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Tanjung Harapan. By the time we reached my apartment, it was already bright. Bf and navin left with Anne as she wanted to leave back home by lrt. My sis, Gaithri, Geetha and myself washed up and by the time we hit da bed, it was close to 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf called n woke me up at 12pm. He came by 1pm. Navin came to our apartment with our lunch- chicken rice and wantan mee. Had lunch, lazied around in my apartment til it was 4plus. Then cousins packed their stuffs. We went to Nagas and had our tea there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fren, Ranjini called me asking me if I was free as she wanted to bring me out. As I will be doing nutin later, and my sis will be leaving for her night shift, I said OK. The capati wic I bought fer dinner went into my mini fridge. Decided to have it as bfast da next day….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that her company’s expats will be playing in a band at Little Havana in Bukit Bintang. We left at bout 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band was called Krude and they were really good. The lead singer looks like tarzan, with his muscled body and long shoulder length blonde hair….Practically the place was filled with 98% of expats from various oil and gas companies. 2 of her bosses bought us 2 glasses of vodka. I danced for a couple of songs. The band played from 8.30 – 12.30am. It was nearly 12.30am wen we left the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After havign my shower, I was fresh so I decided to continue reading my romance novel. Slept not long after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up early as usual on Sunday but I slept on n off til 12pm. Didn’t wanna get up as I wanted to sleep long. It was the weekend neways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent in my apartment the Hindi movie –Veer Zaara that my fren borrowed me and cleaning up my stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a fun packed weekend. Am lookin forward to more fun filled weekends like tis.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115994444487458630?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/115994444487458630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=115994444487458630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/115994444487458630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/115994444487458630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-that-it-was_03.html' title='The weekend that it was...'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-115717321481622684</id><published>2006-09-01T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:00:14.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend is here again...</title><content type='html'>Its almost 1pm now.Am going back soon.Bought lunch ready.Chinese mixed rice.&lt;br /&gt;Whats my plan for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Sit and relax and watch tv n dvds.Complete the posters and etc for my cousin's event.&lt;br /&gt;Might go to midvalley to buy some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Sun will be over in a breeze.so gotta plan wat to do properly.Soon it'll be mon and its back to work than!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Neways,u guys have a good weekend ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Ill keep u posted next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115717321481622684?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/115717321481622684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=115717321481622684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/115717321481622684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/115717321481622684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekend-is-here-again.html' title='Weekend is here again...'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-115709881767623549</id><published>2006-09-01T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:56:27.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka!Merdeka!Merdeka!</title><content type='html'>31.08.2006&lt;br /&gt;Happy 49th Independence Day Malaysia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come August in every year, there will be numerous advertisements on indepence day on TV. For this year,i'll rate Proton's advertisement as the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it struck 12 midnite on wednesday,(meaning its 12am thurs),i was in the cinema with my sis n bf watchin Kamalhassan's latest movie-Vetaiyadu Vilaiyatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really keen in the beginning as he wasn't my fav actor but since everyone who had watched it told me it was GOOD,i went. I just can't take it as he is so 'gatal' or 'itchified' in his movies even tho he could be taking on a grandfather's role right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,the movie was indeed GOOD.In fact it was SUPERB.i dunno bout u guys, but i really enjoyed the movie!I like the story.Not the same lame love story that almost EVERY tamil movie is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors and actresses were good.Yup,not denying as it was KamalHassan also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs were HOT and SUPERB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really different from normal tamil movies.the way they took the movie.the colouring.The angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline was good too.But i guess it was a bit TOO VIOLENT.well,tamil movies are violent with the fights and gangsterism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday,watched Something-somthing movie cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf came n fecthed me n my sis at 6pm to my aunts hse in kajang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play bowling in Plaza Warta in Bangi.We split into 2 teams comprising of my aunt's sis in law and her 2 songs,my 2 cousins sis and her bf,myself,my bf n my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt was good therefor her group won.My ball went into the drain a couple of times.We had lotsa fun as we were trying to compete with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to my aunts place,bf n me bought back satay.We had rice that my aunt had cooked and satay later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Kajang at bout 11.30pm and was in bed by 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its work the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Vetaiyadu Vilaiyadu songs right now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115709881767623549?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/115709881767623549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-115656280581893395</id><published>2006-08-25T19:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:26:45.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public transport can never be better is it?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i left my workplace at by 5pm as usual.But reached Bangsar station only at 6plus as the LRT was super duper slow and landed so long at each station.MJormally it wud take me onli 15 min from Kelana Jaya(my workplace)LRT to Bangsar LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained heavily yesterday jes like the day before....Its alwiz the roads wil b stuck wit jam but even the LRT was slow.Grrrrr!!!!Thank God the LRT moved at least.Didnt get stuck like a few weeks back where the train jes stopped for nearly 2 hrs wit ppl in it.All bcoz a LRT went missing in the control panel monitor and they had to stop all LRT trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News from www.thestar.com.my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LRT services disrupted by flooding at new station&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETALING JAYA: Putra LRT services were disrupted yesterday due to flooding of the tracks at the newly constructed Seri Rampai station, following a heavy downpour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangkaian Pengangkutan Integirasi Deras Sdn Bhd corporate communications senior manager Katherine Chew said the station had not been commissioned yet so the trains did not need to stop there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they had to pass the station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said due to the flash floods trains travelling from Kelana Jaya to Setia Wangsa turned around and headed back to Kelana Jaya.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trains travelling between the Terminal Putra and Wangsa Maju stations were also affected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those wanting to continue their journey past the Seri Rampai station had to make the journey on buses provided by the company.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The turn-around caused a lot of time to be wasted and this caused a delay in the train schedules,” she said, adding that the problem was made worse by the fact that the incident occurred during peak hour when office workers were returning home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the situation was made worse when one of the trains stalled near the Masjid Jamek LRT station due to the floods.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal service resumed at 8.30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115656280581893395?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/115656280581893395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=115656280581893395' title='0 Comments'/><link 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anythin in my blog.Laziness has been engulfing me each time i think i wanna blog....:P...but i do read your blogs from time to time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways,ill jes post wats goin on here fer me on a saturday..im at wrk....yup,shaking legs basically.jes had a meetin fer da Retro Nite we r organising next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf fetched me to wrk.had bfast with him in a chinese fudcourt.had mushroom wantan mee soup with thick chinese milk coffee....BURP!i was really stuffed as i have never eaten so heavy fud fer bfast....it really amazes me hw the chinese ppl can eat so much!!!!practically stuffing themselfs with fud!!!heavy bfast,early lunch,teatime,early dinner n not forgettin supper!!!!!seriously!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wil b buyin bck lunch fer my mom,bro n myself.then mom n bro r taking da LRT to KL Sentral, and then the KTM to Kajang-my aunts place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya,my mom has been stayin wit me n my sis fer da past 2 weeks already as dad was undergoing sports training and is at Bangkok for the past 2 week.He wil b bck today...bro comes down to my place on fri-sun from his college....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought my mom around all da while she stayed at my place....guess this was the&lt;br /&gt;longest time ever spent with her since me n my started working....normally if we go bck home it wil onli b fer a few days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes gona laze at home n then head of to my aunts place wit my sis in the evening.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom wil b jes spending time with my family as my mom n dad wil b goin bck Malacca....&lt;br /&gt;hope u guys have a terrific weekend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115656172483161145?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-115413332905519167</id><published>2006-07-28T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:35:29.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank god its Saturday!</title><content type='html'>Saturday is here.Today.Finally!Been lookin very much forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why?coz its megasale in Malaysia right now n i wanna shop!Well,nutin much actually,jes for the likes of seeing wats on sale n etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not gona b doin sum mega shopping.Very thrift.Wud only buy somethin if i think its worthit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i have everythin tat i cud possibly wanna have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to midvalley on monday wit my bf as i wanted to buy goggles for my swimming part 2 on tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedo was havin up to 50% sale!Lucky me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bought a pair of sporty sport shoes frm Bata.Unfortunately,the shoes that i had been eyein for sum time wasnt on Sale as it was new arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will b goin to midvalley today in the evenin wit my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work ends at 1.As i have been exempted frm the English Class for Staff,me along with the others who have also been exempted-Abs,Deepa &amp; Irwan wil jes durf the net n chit chat on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others attend English classes til nearly 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil buy back lunch.Eat lunch while watch the Hindi movie on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a short nap perhaps,then off to midvalley.Wil have dinner ther as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis is doin double tom, so i guess ill b jes lazin around in my apmt.Might go to Bangsar pasar malam(night market) if Tini goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than tat,ill jes b cleanin up my not so dirty aprmt coz my parents r comin down.Hehehe.Then they'll be leavin to Taiping on Sun coz dads got sum trainin.Mom wil b stayin at her sis's house.Wish i could go along as i wanna c my cute cousins:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep,read novel,listen to music,watch tv,clean up,goin out(not sure where yet besides to midvalley today)...r jes among the things tat is goin to occupy my weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u guys have a wonderful weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115413332905519167?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/115413332905519167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=115413332905519167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nt really payin attention as i wan to type tis post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came bck wit su after wrk as we planned to swim at da swimmin pool at my apmt.we had been plannin tis fer sum times, but theres alwiz sumthin comin up distruptin our plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to su n tini's apmt 1st as we wil b meetin tini ther, who wrks in da same uni as us but based in cyberjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drizzled a bit n we thought, there goes our swimming plan! it hadnt rained fer sum time n we were wonderin wat made it rain on tis particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankgod the drizzle stopped.su packed her stuff while we waited fer tini.wen she came,she told us to go for our tea 1st as she had 2 pick up her aunt at the bus station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis joined us at Nagas restaurant near my apmt.had tea wit sum 'kuih'.called tini n she sed she wil b cominto my apmt by 8pm so we left the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazied around in my apmt,tini came at 8pm n we gt ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we swam fer 1 hr plus.i 'played' n 'leanrt how to swim'.tini n su were my swimmin instructors.&lt;br /&gt;they taught me hw 2 float,hold my breath under water n swim a bit. both complimented me sayin i was the fasted student as i was able &lt;br /&gt;to float n push myself in da water abit at the end of teh session.hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came bck to my apmt at 9.20pm.made plans to swim every wed frm now on.hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am sleepy redy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite nite.shall dream tat im a gud swimmer tonite...:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115337950352503285?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/115337950352503285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Returns</title><content type='html'>Time: 8.00am&lt;br /&gt;Day:Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my boyfriend's birthday on Tues,i went to watch Superman Returns in Midvalley.I wasn't really enthusiatic to watch it as all i had in my mind was Pirates of the Carribean...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall,Superman Returns was OK OK onli.Nutin great except sum effects,esp the scene where the bullet hits Superman's eye.They spent a few million for that scene alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to compare Superman Returns with King Kong, ill choose King Kong.But Pirates of the Carribean will win over those two anyways...lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,plz share your views on Superman Returns or any latest wans.Pirates of the Carribean mayb?&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerz!&lt;br /&gt;have a gud day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-115277386585151422</id><published>2006-07-12T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:57:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging after so long....</title><content type='html'>Its Wednesday today.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. &lt;br /&gt;I know ive been bad.Bad for not updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry bout it.Each time i wan to blog,i keep postponing it.In the end i dun post any blog.&lt;br /&gt;Neways,im not takin off my blog.Been jes very lazy...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my bf turned 24.Finally!...lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on leave yesterday.Nope,not bcoz its his birthday,but bcoz i went for my driving class lecture.Its my 1st class.My first step to take my 'delayed' license.&lt;br /&gt;I dun have classes on Tues,so i took the 5 hrs lecture .&lt;br /&gt;Made an appointment wit the driving academy wic is located near Subang Airport to come fetch me as i dun have a transport.&lt;br /&gt;The van fetched me at the KJ Lrt station at 8.30am.I was ther by 8.00am.&lt;br /&gt;Reached the place, registered then went for the colour blind eye test and eye test.&lt;br /&gt;Sat for 5 hrs lecturer with 2 breaks in between. The guy who gave the lecturer was good as he kept cracking jokes to keep us ‘awake’…:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished at 4pm. We were given the driving notebook and a cd to study. I plan to sit for the computer test next weekend.The van sent me bck to KJ Lrt station.i was bck in my apmt by 5.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf came at bout 7.30pm. went and collected the movie tickets which I had booked online-Superman. Then went to fill up our tummy with Nandos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth was burning with the Hot Peri Peri Chic. But ate without leaving any leftovers as the food was good. Burp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for movie. The movie was OK. Effects were Ok as well but not the storyline. I would rate it 2.5/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie ended at 12am. Bf sent me bck. We were both tired as it had been a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean wil b out tom. Ill only b watchin it next week. Cant wait.Have been waitin for the movie for ages!Im sure it’s the movie of the effects. Hopefully my expectation n hopes r not dashed like X-Men 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No class today. Jes organized my filing and completed the daily report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betta prepare for tom's class....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115277386585151422?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/115277386585151422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=115277386585151422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/115277386585151422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/115277386585151422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogging-after-so-long.html' title='Blogging after so long....'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-115087102884843442</id><published>2006-06-20T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:12:18.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachin is back!</title><content type='html'>Teachin is back! &lt;br /&gt;Its been ages since i blogged.I know i have been lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes started last week.I have 4 classes to teach in 1 week.No classes on Tues.No classes on Sat as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We havent started on our syllabus yet.Next week onli.Jes gave the students to make Thank You cards for Deputy Prime Minister,n several other bodies. Other than tat,ive made them draw their partner n present in front of the class. There r some students whom r really talented in drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new students r not bad.Better than the 1st intake.Speaks better English n are more outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my classes,dont exist yet as there are no students to fill in tta class.So far we have onli 7 classes.Each class has 50 students.Class 7 has bout half of the 50.So its gona take sum time to reach class no 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to class next week.Its been some time since i taught.6 months actually!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared lotsa new stuffs.Fun stuffs.Lotsa mind boggling games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways,im goin off now.A colleague has asked me to come to her class to watch them do their presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-115087102884843442?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114956790795170917</id><published>2006-06-05T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:41:34.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fri-Tues</title><content type='html'>Weekend was pretty hectic n passed like a breeze.on fri nite,went fer dinner at Hard Rock cafe wit 2 of my galfrens-tini n su.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place was packed.had to wait fer a table.we ordered 3 dishes.a main mean-sum chic wit vege n mashed potato, nachos wit salsa n fer dessert-hot choc sumthin.really cant remember da dishes names..hehehe....the crowd was gud.n the music was good.the band wic played n sang tat nite was really really good-esp da female singer.wen the bad took a break,we sat fer awhile n then left at sharp 12am.each of us got a free carlsberg football glass cup..very very nice design..with a football design for da bottom of the class...eerrrr...we didnt drink...but we jes got it for free...hehehe.....su gave me hers....wic mean i hav 2...gav 1 to ramesh as he wanted to keep it in his ofis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping at Sungei Wang with shalini.bought jeans mini skirt(after much persuasion frm shalini)a belt,earings,protection fer my new hp(lolx).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up wit nalin,raj,kogi n kristin at sweensens fer a while.then shalini n i took off by monorail to kl sentral.met her mum n bro in brickfields n she sent me bck home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so tired n legs were aching frm da walking at sungei wang.slept by 12am n got up as usual early on sun.tossed n turned on da bed n got up in the end.watched sum cartoons while waited fer ramesh to pick me up.we were goin to 2 wedding receptions on tat day.sis came along as we will b goin to my aunts place in kajang after the weddings.the weddings were of my collegues.one in UTM kl n the other in andalas,klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the UTM one fist as it was nearer to my place.the setting was done beautifully.after takin photos with da bride n groom,rushed to klang.reached ther bout 3.40pm.was ther fera  while onli n then took off to kajang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in kajang til 11pm.it was hard to leave ealier as my cousins alvin n ann were ther as well.the hse was supder duper packed wit my aunt n her 3 kids from taiping who are down fer da school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;left kajang n stopped by to have dinner-sate kajang.we had mutton n chic sate...:P&lt;br /&gt;mon-its back to wrk.well,tis tiem its really work as the new batch came in.i was in charge of the luggage counter.nutin much.jes sat ther in the glassrum tryin not to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;left bck by 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new students are havin a motivational talk right now.wil b part of the orientation prog later on.&lt;br /&gt;we are having a costume party tomorrow night here.organised by the student council.&lt;br /&gt;am jes gona dress up with watever i hav.plannin to b a gyspsy girl.or mayb sumthin else....:P&lt;br /&gt;its gona b fun tom.dancing.eating.dressin up.everything.shall post sum pic up here after tom...&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to start teachin next week.havent taught a class since dec....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gona get busy but good busy...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114956790795170917?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114956790795170917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114956790795170917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114956790795170917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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then.Big,beautiful,comfortable,fully air conditioned.I mean,I am the main bus station in KUALA LUMPUR.Tourist who wanna go around Malaysia wil b stopping by at me 1st to board busses to get to other places.So,i shud potray a positive impact on them on how beautiful Malaysia is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NO.A Big NO NO.I am your worst nightmare.Seriously.I am so crammed with the thousand hawker stalls.So many stalls but they all sell the da same stuff.Fruits,titbits,drinks,etc.Every shop is the same.And yet they must have 50 shops which sells da same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will be literally pushing themselves to go about when its peak time,such as weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No aircondtioning makes the matters worse.Heat worse.There are fan.ANCIENT FANS.Wich never seem to work.Or was never repaired.The ones that work moves so slow that even you can run around faster than it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air feels so humid at thick of sweat smell.Im sure some people wud have felt like fainting with the lack of oxigen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO many people but so few seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some renovation on me few months ago.I thought they were gonna expand me.Put aircondition.More seats.less stalls.Etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams i wud say.Nutin happened.Only the space got smaller coz they made proper ticket counters.Makes it more crammed than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres been talks that a new bus station is to be built but i guess that is neva gona happen.Its jes talks.Not gonna happen for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs wher u wait for busses is HELL.Well,if u wanna knw hw hell looks like,u can visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SMOKY.DUSTY.DIRTY.CONGESTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO CLEAN AIR.NO AIR VENTILATION.NO PROPER WAITING PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK.The lights are so dim ther.u gota squint ur eyes to see better.u can easily get mugged ther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thick smoke frm da busses fill ur lungs.ur eyes gets itchy.reddish.stings.if ur not so lucky,ull fall sick da very next day.all due to bus station.Pudu bus station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres tis huge rubbish/garbage area at the bus parking/people waitin fer bus area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an eye sore.I am.So ashamed to be what i am supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i envy Malacca bus station-Malacca Sentral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like an airport.Fully airconditioned.Loads of seats n seating area is like an airport.Basically the bus station looks like an airport.I hail Malacca's Chief Minister to come up with the bus station project.Because the previous bus station was bad.But i am worse then bad.I am terrible.Beyond repair.Only have to relocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new plan that public transport wil be improved,i hope they look into me.into makin me a better place to be.a better place you want to board ur bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean,its so embarassing dun u think?to have tourists comin to me.looking at me with such disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the so called complex wic was supposed to be built finish-Plaza Rakyat, is stil not ready even after so many years.I am sure its another abandoned projects.Right at the heart of the city.Oh God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel bad when people fall sick when they come to me.n if u r to come here every single day,ur bound to get sum cancer.lung cancer.with all the contamination.air polution.i feel so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And angry.Very very angry.Dissapointed.Frustrated.U name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can be worse then tis????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-E-L-P   M-E-!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114837365419109999?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114837168950368197</id><published>2006-05-23T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T01:11:48.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOOOOOO Ungentlemen!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last sunday wen i was havin breakfast at Amcorp mall,several things caught my attention...i like to look around n observe my surroundings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case no.1:&lt;br /&gt;there was tis young women sittin near us who took out a pack of ciggies n started smoking away.n i was like,is she plain stupid or wat?its a closed place n cleary a no smoking zone.its a shopping mall fer heavens sake!n wats more?there was a NO SMOKING sticker right on the wall at her place.either she is plain stupid,blind or cant read!such a bimbo!!!so not considerate!!!!!!!!!n wats baffling me is that there was an ash tray on her table!the restaurant stuch the No SMOKING sticker around n yet provided ash trays????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case no.2:&lt;br /&gt;tis family came into the cafe.wit a pair of twins age bout 3 yrs n an elder one bout 5 yrs.all boys.mom in law oso was wit them.was seated soon.but not enuf chairs at da table.so wat was the dad supposed to do?get sum extra chairs rite?but nooooo....its the old mom in law who goes hunting fer chairs fer her young grandchildrens!&lt;br /&gt;the food came soob.n dad started eating.n he was ALONE.yup,wife,3 kids n his mom wasnt at their table.stil ordering their fud at the counter n yet he had oledi ordered his n started eating.witout even considering his family.or at least his young kids!i was so pissed off.so UNGENTLEMAN.ok,not onli tat,no manners as well.i mean HELLLOOOOOOOO....ur wife n kids have not eaten yet n u r eating?my dad wil neva do tat.even til now he makes sure we have gotten our fud b4 he eats.example is wen we stop at the rest area in highways.he wil ask us to sit dwn n ask us wat we wanna eat,n he wil order it fer us frm da stalls.as i was complaining bout tis to tini,she sed tat Malays are brought up to serve the men 1st then only the women n children.she is a malay herself so she knws da culture.hw can the dad feel full n satisfied if his wife n kids have not eaten yet?y is it tat serve the men 1st then onli the others?discrimination i wud call it.even if the people r living in a modern world,the mind had yet to open.to act more considerate.tis applies to case no.1 as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dun get it sumtimes.not tat im busybody or wat but things like tis ticks me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure so many things u come across in ur life makes u ponder n gets on ur nerves.&lt;br /&gt;even though we live in a modern world,modern society,some people's mind are stil like in the 20's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat can be done to make them more matured?more smart?more considerate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach them moral values i suppose.......or knock sum sense into their thick skulls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114837168950368197?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114837168950368197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114837168950368197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114837168950368197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114837168950368197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/05/sooooooo-ungentlemen.html' title='SOOOOOOO Ungentlemen!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Petite 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A train station is where a train stops. On my desk I have a work station... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can atheists get insurance for acts of God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does fuzzy logic tickle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If they arrested the Energizer Bunny, would they charge it with battery? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I believe five out of four people have trouble with fractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How come you never hear about gruntled employees? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How much faith does it take to be an atheist? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have a solution, but I admire your problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If a tin whistle is made out of tin (and it is), then what, exactly, is fog horn made out of? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If quitters never win, and winners never quit, what fool came up with, "Quit while you're ahead"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If atheists say there is no God, who do they think pops up the next Kleenex in the box? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Okay, who stopped the payment on my reality check? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I believe the only time the world beats a path to my door is when I'm in the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do Lipton employees take coffee breaks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What WAS the best thing before sliced bread?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114828585826201466?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114828585826201466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114828585826201466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114828585826201466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114828585826201466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/05/points-to-ponder.html' title='Points to Ponder'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114828546313035562</id><published>2006-05-22T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:11:03.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocket has a hole now....</title><content type='html'>Its 3.41pm rite now, n im sittin in da staff rum surfin da net fer recipes fer my mom.Talking bout fud,i ate a HUGE meal fer lunch.but then,i alwiz eat HUGE meals everyday.Im such a pig!Oink Oink!had rite wic was full to the polystrene brim n mutton n cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was gud.didnt spend much time resting but spent money.was sleeping over at tini's place til today morning.tini came to fetch me at bout 9pm on sat.i was super duper hungry by then.ate nasi lemak wit fried chic n fried egg at da stall near her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planned to watch da Serenity DVD wic i had brought but tini fell asleep 15 min into da mvie.she was tired.n i was too.i was dozing of soon.decided to continue da mvie da next day.tini asked if i wanted 2 have bfast at burger king da next morning.n being a PIG,i sed yes of coz....lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was up by 10am....gt up ealier bit but was tossin n turnin tryin 2 force myself ro sleep as i wanted to sleep longer tis weekend.but cant of coz.got up n took my bath.then gt ready to go fer bfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bangsar.n as tini always say,i bring parking luck,we managed to get a prking right in front on McD da moment we were ther.rushed to Burger King as it was already 11.15am n tini sed bfast is over at 11.30.but alas,we were told tat bfast was ONLY til 11am.damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt so hungry yet,so decided to head of to amcorp mall as tini wanted to get her shampoo ther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,the shampoo she was lookin for was not in any of da hairdressers.tummy was grumbling by then,so had a heart breakfast meal at Ka Kei Dian.Had sambal bread n Ka Fei Dian bread between us n cups of coffee.da sambal bread was delicious.they have tis old ipoh coffee concept.price was reasonable too.made up my mind to drop ther each time i go to Amcorp.hehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around in amcorp.was xcited to see the flea market as i was lookin fer sum pearl chain.just like the ones i saw Nora Danish wearin in Puteri...:P...spent more than one hr at the accessory stall.tini n su bought me a pearl chain as my belated burfday gift while i bought da matchin earing n bracelet.its custom made.u jes choose da colours n they wil do it fer u to suit ur taste n size.wasnt pricy too.tini bought fer herself 3 pearl bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our next stop was section 14.went to jaya supermarket n i bought tis super nice n sexy black blouse fer wrk.i keep sayin i have enuf black outfits but i cant seem to stop the urge to buy them.n i wil onli buy if its on sale n i have a good bargain.im a thrifty spender!i sepdn wise!...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Chicken rice shop ther.they had tis new menu-curry chic rice set.got a fishbal soup to go along wit my lunch.overall,it was ALOT!seriously crazy man!i felt so difficult to move around after a Bombastic meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enuf,bought da new nestle corneto ice cream.wanted to eat at tinis hse.but ended up havin it-i mean forcing it dwn my throat as we went to the car wash n it was taking sum time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super duper sleepy n tired wen i gt bck.bathed n su gt bck frm her sis's place.n it was off to bangsar nite market.bought laksa asam fer dinner.1 small container of marjerine,peanut n gardenia bread to be kept in da ofis as my breakfast fer 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished da DVD at nite wit su n tini.da mvie was good.funny da samt time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept close to 12.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,i had a really good weekend!cant wait fer da end of the month coz i wan go shopping fer sum stuff at sg wang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114828546313035562?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114828546313035562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Weekend plans</title><content type='html'>Yup.am gona bore u wit my weekend plans post.Y?cost my weekend is gona b boring unless sumthin interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis is bck at mlc since last mon til mon morning.wic means ill b alone tis weekend.wont b seein or goin out wit bf tis weekend.&lt;br /&gt;So,ill b sleeping over at tini n su's place frm tom til mon.Su is goin to her sis's place in cheras aster wrk on sat,so ill go bck to my apmt 1st after wrk n tini wil fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wil jes watch astro n read da Da Vinci Code novel wic i had printed n binded today....:P...found the FREE ebook ACCIDENTLY while surfin da net two days ago....lucky me!hehehehe....wil spend time over da weekend readi it as i plan 2 watch da mvie next weekend wit my bf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways,other than tat i guess ill b doin sum sketches....get sum ideas to create artwrk to add up to my portfolio......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n fer da 5th or 6th time,the new intake wic was due tis comin mon is postponed AGAIN...new date is said to be on June 1st but i doubt its gona happen....coz 3rd ois a public holiday fer Agong's birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am jes doddling wit the knowledge research centre wic im in charge here...other than that,doin nutin of coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan to sleep alot tis weekend...im gettin lazier....sumone plz smack me!...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fer mothers day,me n my sis bought my mom reading glasses from the optical shop and a beautiful blouse....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan to buy a gold necklace fer her burfday in july.....she has already choosen the design...lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u guys have an enjoyable weekend...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114801864292877281?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114793598355729240</id><published>2006-05-17T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:06:23.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet meme</title><content type='html'>Like Chrixean said, Jes answer these ques….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accent: Only when I speak Tamil. Am not fluent in it and my tongue doesn’t just twist right to speak properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible Book that I like: Never read one before. Am a Hindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chore I don’t care for: Ironing clothes!So so boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog or Cat: I have none.Am afriad that even puppies wil bite and hate da furs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential Electronics: My handphone. My bf calls me a lot…hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Cologne: Envy Me by Gucci. My burfday bf frm my darlinnggg….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold or Silver: Silver!I have tonnes of silver earings!Might get snatched if I wore a gold chain.Too mant snatch cases around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handbag I Carry Most Often: My turqoise coloured one-for work.Big enuf to dump in all my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia: When I graduated,had a hard time to sleep early as I was so used to be sleeping in the wee hours of the morning due to assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Title: Lecturer.Educator.Designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid(s): Not married yet larrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Arrangements: Renting a masterbedroom with my sister in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Admirable Trait: I am FAST n PUNCTUAL!I am known as Miss Punctually in my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughtiest Childhood Behavior: Foul language…tantrums..others have to ask my parents…hehehe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight Hospital Stays: Accompanied my mom in the hosp when she was down with thypoid fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobias: People fighting and temple mediums.(the ones who get trance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: If man can reach the moon,I can reach the stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Hindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: 1 younger sis and 1 younger bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time I Wake Up: 6.45am on a workday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unusual Talent or Skill: Art, Singing, Dancing(am not blowing my own thrumpet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable I Refuse to Eat: Bittergourd!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Habit: Biting my nails.Even now.Love to have long nails but I cant stop biting my nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-rays: Medical checkup when I got a place in uni I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Stuff I Cook: Sardine cutlet curry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo Animal I Like Most: Monkeys.They are soooooo cheekyyyyyyyyyy….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People i wanna tag?Uma and Peters...:)&lt;div 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Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114783141691191014</id><published>2006-05-16T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:03:36.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornin!</title><content type='html'>Yes,im bck.and No,ive not fully recovered yet.&lt;br /&gt;I left work by 3.3pm on wed i was rushing to the panel clinic in Kerinchi Station.It was about to rain,n i didnt wanna get myself wet n worse.&lt;br /&gt;Poliklinik Gomez is situated in Kerinchi station building.It was jes right opposite da ticket kaunter.The doc sed i was down wit viral fever n URTI-upper respitory tract infection.&lt;br /&gt;Asked fer an MC the next day.Got it...:)...&lt;br /&gt;Went bck,packed my stuff as i wil b goin bck home.Friday was a public holiday fer Wesak.&lt;br /&gt;Left to Pudu by 8.30.Got 9am ticket.changed my 6.30pm ticket fer it.Reached home by 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;was jes lazyin n restin at home til mon.boarded the 5.30pm ticket to KL on mon.mum packed dnner fer my sis n me.was kinda rushin coz my sis was nite shift n she wud b leavin by 8.30.&lt;br /&gt;reached my apmt by 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;gt bck to wrk yday.my throat has not fully recovered yet.i think its stil numb or smthg.n my voice is a bit funny.not painful though.can feel pleghm in my thoat.&lt;br /&gt;ive finished my antibiotics n etc.i hope i do recover fully!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;neways,things r da same in da fosi exeept tat we r bit busier.preparin fer da new intake on mon.i hope they do come tis time.the intake has been postponed since feb.n i wil onli have classes to teach once the new students r in.&lt;br /&gt;i miss teaching.i miss bein busy.i miss doin ANYTHIN in da ofis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill get bck wit u all soon!&lt;br /&gt;have a gud day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114783141691191014?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114783141691191014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114783141691191014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114783141691191014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114783141691191014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/05/mornin.html' title='Mornin!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114723900327024912</id><published>2006-05-09T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:30:03.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No!Not Now!</title><content type='html'>Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick.Down with a bad sorethroat,running nose- the beginnings of flu n everythin else.Body is slighty aching and im positively weak right now.&lt;br /&gt;On sun,i was coughing all of a sudden-out of the blue.It was as if i had inhaled smoke.My thoat was irritated that time.Coughed for bout 5 min n that was all.&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats da time the virus got into me.Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in da middle of the nite yesterday wit a sorethroat.Finished one whole pack of EXTRA STRONG Strepsils lozenges but sorethroat is stil ther.DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of running nose.I knew that i was falling sick.N saw wat was coming-Fever,flu,cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its throat infection,jes like da last time.&lt;br /&gt;Jes ate honeydew,watermelon n guava fer dinner.Drank lotsa water n green tea.Hot brewing Green tea.Took da flu,fever n sorethoat medication frm last time's sick medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a difference.Am weaker today.I am goin to da panel clinic at kerinchi station at bout 4pm.So wil ask permission if i can leave eary bit.Not that im doin anythin in da ofis today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If can wil ask fer MC tom.Wil b goin bck tom after wrk.Fren bought me a 6.30pm tiket to mlc frm pudu.But if im on MC,ill leave in da mornin itself.Wil change da ticket i have wit a mornin bus ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms complainin that im falling sick too often.The last time i was sick it was in Feb.Tats like 3 months ago.When i told her that,she told tat ppl fall sick like once in 6 months.Parents r like tat.Neways,can wait to get bck home.Told mom to cook rasam fer me.It'll do good for my sorethroat n flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took leave on sat and mon.Friday is a public holiday fer Wesak neways.So ill b comin bck on mon.Dowan get stuck in da jam on sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a gud thing i dun have english classes on sat.All academic staff had to take an English Proficiency test when you join.Out of all the staff,Me,Abs,Irwan,Deepa n Jerah is exempted from English Test.Which means we passed the test.So those who didnt,wil have to undergo english classes depending on ur Level.Classes are on sat frm 8.30am-1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone else is in class,the 5 of just wil jes do nutin much.Finish up any wrk we have,surf da net or chat chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways,I hope i get well soon.I hate to fall sick.Who does anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u guys have a gud weekend ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114723900327024912?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114723900327024912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114723900327024912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114723900327024912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114723900327024912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-nonot-now.html' title='Oh No!Not Now!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114628371448488506</id><published>2006-04-28T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:08:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the day</title><content type='html'>ONIOMANIA is another word for the urge to shop till you drop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imelda Marcos of the Philippines could be one prime example of this category, also known as shopaholics, though she could be better known as a shoeaholic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oniomania (O-nee-uh-MAY-nee-uh, -MAYN-yuh) noun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Compulsive shopping; excessive, uncontrollable desire to buy things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[From Latin, from Greek xnios (for sale), from onos (price) + -mania.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– from wordsmith.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114628371448488506?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114628371448488506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114628371448488506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114628371448488506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114628371448488506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the day'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114628343112222821</id><published>2006-04-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:03:51.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>123456</title><content type='html'>Taken from today's The Star online paper,my comments are itallic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;123456 moment that comes only once in a century&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETALING JAYA: Do you know that at exactly one hour, two minutes and three seconds after midnight on the fourth of May, the time and date will read: 01.02.03 04.05.06? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This combination comes together only once in a hundred years, so we can consider ourselves fortunate that it is happening in our lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not let it be said that you slept through this 123456 moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up with something to do at that point in time and The Star will help you to record this historic hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan something meaningful, if not spectacular.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be the perfect time to uncork that 15-year-old Burgundy that you have been saving for the right occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have agreed to marry him but do not know how or when to break the news to your parents, try 123456.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if it is your wedding night, you could choose that moment to ... well, you get the idea. &lt;em&gt;(who gets married on wednesdays???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As fer me,i do not have any plans fer 123456.Its a workin day n so its da next.Wud try not 2 b asleep.It wud b shame not 2 "feel" 123456.amused by da fact.lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U guys have any plans?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114628343112222821?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114628343112222821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114628343112222821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114628343112222821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114628343112222821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/123456.html' title='123456'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114627833292295034</id><published>2006-04-28T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:38:52.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend plans</title><content type='html'>My weekend plans?Goin bck home today after wrk....Gona do the usual stuff wen i get bck home-Eat n Sleep like a pig!....hahahaha....n watch astro weneva im not zzzz...lolx...&lt;br /&gt;told my mom 2 cook fer me tomota rice n chic sambal tom....my burfday lunch....&lt;br /&gt;might go out n look fer shoes fer wrk...da one im wearin is like 9 months old n is 'sick'...&lt;br /&gt;mon is off fer labour day....but ill take da 3pm bus frm mlc as i dun want 2 get stuck in da jam....plus,tini n su r comin over on mon evenin 2 fix my cupboard wic arrived last nite....:P&lt;br /&gt;have fun tis weekend u guys..hope urs is much more betta then mine n not filled with jes sleepin n eatin n tv all day long...&lt;br /&gt;..ill cu all in ur blog on tues..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114627833292295034?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114627833292295034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114627833292295034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114627833292295034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114627833292295034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend plans'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114627776681863304</id><published>2006-04-28T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:29:26.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sum piccies taken on MMU ICS Nite 06...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maself-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/mesaree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/mesaree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me n my frend Sham-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/me%20n%20sham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/me%20n%20sham.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me n Ramesh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/me%20n%20d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/me%20n%20d2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me n Joyce-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/me%20n%20jojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/me%20n%20jojo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lock Up performing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/ics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/ics.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jes da 3 of us-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/3.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/3.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dinner + supper at A&amp;W-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/me%20n%20d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/me%20n%20d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114627776681863304?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114627776681863304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114627776681863304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114627776681863304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114627776681863304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/sum-piccies-taken-on-mmu-ics-nite-06.html' title=''/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114627698948298714</id><published>2006-04-28T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:16:29.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burfday Blast</title><content type='html'>A glimpse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/jeeburfdayceleb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/jeeburfdayceleb2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses frm my darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/roses.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burfday dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/mknjee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/mknjee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeb in ofis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/2.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/2.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114602687396596218</id><published>2006-04-25T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:46:29.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo petite,its ur Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeay!!!!!!!!Its my birthday today!(26th April)I turn 24 years old!Gosh,im mad to sound so happy to grow old!Hehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to work makin extra effort by puttin on make up.Hehehe...was too lazy for da past few days...lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bf suprised me by sendin a bouquet of 12 pink roses wit sum purple flowers...along wit a box of Beryl's choc..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The florist sent them to me,n i had to go dwnstairs n collect it frm da marketing dept....n was quite embarrased while carryin it upstairs as some students were teasing me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared the chocs wit my frens in da ofis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took loads of piccies wit da bouquet.....wil upload them soon...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 24th Birthday to Uma(Papaya Kingdom) who shares da same burday date as me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil post on how did my burfday went soon k!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx fer da wishes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,i duno why my blog's date is 25th April,but its 26th April here in Malaysia today...So its REALLY my burfday TODAY...:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114602687396596218?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114602687396596218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114602687396596218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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splendid!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Klang to my fren's(sham)hse after wrk on Sat as her mom was to tie me saree fer da Indian Cultural Nite.My bf fetched me frm ther in da evening.Joyce was ther in Sham's hse as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh came by 5,looking handsome in his maroon jippa.I wore my black + maroon new saree,so we were matchin in colour fer once.*wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the Chinese School hall in Sg Way by 7pm plus,we were very early in fact even though the ticket says tat the show starts at 7.01pm.But,u knw indian timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was not bad.But too many songs sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best dancers were the Maras group dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting was NOT GOOD.It was good actually but then sumthin went wrong and there was no lighting for the stage for more than 40 min.Screwed up the show i wud say.Delayed the time.So performers who were singing sang during the stage blackout time with a spotlight onli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some old frens ther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was managed by juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest artist was LOCK UP.AS usual the guys were havin their open dance floor at the back of the hall wen LOck Up performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After da show,went to A&amp;W in Subang fer supper.Ther was so many people waitin by the roadside.We were wondering wat was up wen we saw a few cars zoom by.ILLEGAL CAR RACING!!!!!!!I was so damn pissed that no one was even bothered to call the cops or smthg.I didnt have the RakanCop sms no at tat time.But i had sent them my complaint a few moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper,went to cyber to drop Joyce back at her hostel.Then went to Klang to drop off Sham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf dropped me off at my apmnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept by 5am.was dead tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up nearly 11am on sunday.bf fetched me to midvalley.he did shopping fer his new job starting next week.he was commenting on how fast he shopped compared to me.Hahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a cupboard,2 pillows n a mug holder which i wanted to make as my necklace holder..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent quality time wit my bf...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing him so much rite now....*wink wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114586517683180243?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114586517683180243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114586517683180243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114586517683180243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall,im a Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*attempting an evil grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114550455373590752?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114550455373590752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114550455373590752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114550455373590752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114550455373590752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114534290969641663</id><published>2006-04-17T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:48:29.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag the pleasures of my life</title><content type='html'>Chrixean tagged me,so its time to fulfill my tagging duty.hehehe....Its a gud thing she tagged me as i was falling asleep in da ofis n dyin of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name ten of life's simple pleasures that you like most.&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Havin fun at the waterfalls wit family or frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Indulging myself in Baskin Robbins Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Daydreaming n lazying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Reading Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Reading comments on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Enjoying food,food and more food....:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Eating moms home cooked food!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Watching astro whole day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Outing with my bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not tagging anyone else,but you may join in the tag if u want...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114534290969641663?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114534290969641663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114534290969641663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114534290969641663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114534290969641663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/tag-pleasures-of-my-life.html' title='Tag the pleasures of my life'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114524605534922582</id><published>2006-04-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:54:15.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting you day with a smile</title><content type='html'>Admit it.Smiling is HEALTHY.right?try smiling and you will feel good.If you're sick,you'll feel better.Makes you feel happier.Its just magical.With a simple stretch of you mouth,you feel happier and make the people around you feel happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling is universal.Everyone knows how to smile and recognises a smile.You may be in a foreign country and not know their language but when you smile,you create an understanding and bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile doesn't cost you a cent.not a penny.not a  thing.Its F.O.C.free to be given.and free to be accepted and taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving is taking right?i really can;t stanf people who don't smile back to you.Don't you feel annoyed and insulted?irritated?pissed?gosh,wish i can wringle your neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,there are people who are not friendly and don't like to smile.I think they feel bitter in life and want to make the people around them to feel the unhappiness by not smiling.You may say that you're not happy or don;t have the mood so you don't feel like smiling,but hey,why so stingy wit a smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling is the opening for everything.When you meet a friend,you smile.When you see someone new,you smile.When you want to ask for directions,you smile.When you purchase something,you smile at the counter.It makes the person feel at ease with you.And whats more,you are treated better when you smile.Don't you agree?try showing a sour face and you'll get a sour treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So start you day with a smile.you feel feel happier.and you will look prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile for Peace.Smile for happiness.Smile for yourself.Smile for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/smiley%20flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/smiley%20flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114524605534922582?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114524605534922582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114524605534922582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114524605534922582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114524605534922582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/starting-you-day-with-smile.html' title='Starting you day with a smile'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114524498584398886</id><published>2006-04-16T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:36:25.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universities and Colleges in Malaysia -2006 Ranking by web popularity</title><content type='html'>Malaysian Universities ranked by web popularity Town(s)  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1  Universiti Teknologi Malaysia Johor Bahru  &lt;br /&gt;2  Multimedia University Melaka, Cyberjaya  &lt;br /&gt;3  Universiti Teknologi Mara   &lt;br /&gt;4  Universiti Malaya Kuala Lumpur  &lt;br /&gt;5  Universiti Sains Malaysia   &lt;br /&gt;6  Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia Selangor  &lt;br /&gt;7  Universiti Putra Malaysia Serdang  &lt;br /&gt;8  Universiti Utara Malaysia   &lt;br /&gt;9  International Islamic University Kuala Lumpur  &lt;br /&gt;10  Universiti Tun Abdul Razak   &lt;br /&gt;11  Kolej Universiti Kejuruteraan dan Teknologi Malaysia Kuantan  &lt;br /&gt;12  Universiti Pendidikan Sultan Idris   &lt;br /&gt;13  Sunway College   &lt;br /&gt;14  Universiti Tunku Abdul Rahman   &lt;br /&gt;15  Universiti Malaysia Sabah Kota Kinabalu  &lt;br /&gt;16  Universiti Malaysia Sarawak   &lt;br /&gt;17  KBU International College Petaling Jaya  &lt;br /&gt;18  Universiti Industri Selangor   &lt;br /&gt;19  British Malaysian Institute   &lt;br /&gt;20  Universiti Tenaga Nasional Kajang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114524498584398886?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114524498584398886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114524498584398886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114524498584398886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114524498584398886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/universities-and-colleges-in-malaysia.html' title='Universities and Colleges in Malaysia -2006 Ranking by web popularity'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114506196819891777</id><published>2006-04-14T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:32:58.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Image tagging</title><content type='html'>Saw tis tag game in Chrixean blog and decided to try it as it sounded fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Choose a search engine.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pick 5 random blogfriends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Think of a word or phrase that you describes each friend.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do an image search of that word or phrase.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pick an image to represent your friend - share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this round, I'm choosing to tag onli 4 ppl instead of 5 and im posting images for Shuresh,Uma, Nalin and Kameeni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peters/Shuresh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/my_one_true_friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/my_one_true_friend.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/uma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/uma.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/nalin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/nalin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kameeni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/kam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/kam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not tagging anyone,but guys can try it!Its fun u knw...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114506196819891777?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114506196819891777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114506196819891777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114506196819891777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114506196819891777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/image-tagging.html' title='Image tagging'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114497906672991740</id><published>2006-04-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T18:44:26.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tamil New Year,Good Friday and Vasakhi!</title><content type='html'>Good morning peeps!&lt;br /&gt;wishing all of you Happy Tamil New Year,Good Friday and Vasakhi!&lt;br /&gt;Went to temple in the morning before work with my fren.She brought me along wit her cousin sis n fren.&lt;br /&gt;Wud b goin to temple in da evenin wit my sister after wrk also.&lt;br /&gt;Tis weekend wud not b goin bck home,but wud b goin out wit my bf.mayb fer a mvie as i havent been to any fer months!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;neways guys.soli fer bein so absent in my blog.have been readin ur blogs everyday without fail...:)&lt;br /&gt;have a gud day ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerz!&lt;div 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Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114446609943811184</id><published>2006-04-07T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:14:59.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost n Found</title><content type='html'>The cleaner passed us a wallet that she found by the roadside yday.It belonged to a chinese guy.It was a cardholder.In the cardholder,there was his Ic,his driving license and a few business cards.All the namecards were from the same company-PHP worldwide,but diff branches.Lin found tat one of the name card belonged to him from the surname.Called his mobile no but it was unavailable.tat was wen we thought mayb he was robbed.&lt;br /&gt;I called up one of the number frm the business card askin if we can get the Taman Megah branch tel no,as he was wrkin in tat branch,frm his namecard.da guy asked if he can take da wallet frm us as he knew martin personally,but i said it wud b betta if Martin came personally.he then said he wud try 2 contact Martin Tan.took dwn my name n tel no.&lt;br /&gt;After sum time, a lady called me up,sayin tat Martin wud came n pick it up.she told us tat Martin was robbed tis morning.She asked us 2 b careful.told her to tell Martin 2 come by after 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Martin called me up at bout 2.30pm sayin he was nearby.told him 2 call me wen he is dwnstairs.&lt;br /&gt;wen he came to the ofis,i called abs,lin n shahril 2 follow me dwnstairs.&lt;br /&gt;He was a short guy,with a plaster on his neck.enquired bout wat happened.he told us tat he was robbed at 6.30am while on his way 2 the lrt station here by 2 indian guys on a bike.they placed a knife on his neck and robbed his wallet n hp.&lt;br /&gt;thanked us fer returnin bck his wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is not the 1st time tis incident is happenign around the kelana jaya area.My colleage was robbed of her car twice,da 2nd time she was attacked.The 7-eleven around the corner wad robbed as well.&lt;br /&gt;Snatch cases are often heard.&lt;br /&gt;Ive never seen any police making their rounds in this area.&lt;br /&gt;All i do is to carry not much cash aroudn n also a pepper spray for my safety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114446609943811184?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114446609943811184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114446609943811184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rompin.i havent baught my ticket yet.&lt;br /&gt;Took leave on mon as tues is a public holiday fer maulidur rasul.applied fer wed as well,but i was informed tat i wud b teachin da april intake on wed.&lt;br /&gt;wud b comin bck on tues after lunch.my sis is in the bus on her ay bck frm mlc now.she is doin afternoon shift.&lt;br /&gt;Bf sent me 2 wrk tis morning.had breakfast wit him in Bombays.He came bck frm sarawak yday.Bought me a very beau necklace yday...:)...10q darling!&lt;br /&gt;the rest except fer abs,deepa n jerra have gobe fer their english classes.boss is on leave frm today til mon......&lt;br /&gt;til i c u guys on wed then,have a great weekend ahead...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114446523382375298?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114446494524449074</id><published>2006-04-07T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:56:20.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing me,Knowing u</title><content type='html'>How well do you know me?? For instance, did you&lt;br /&gt;know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs you have had in your life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Promoter&lt;br /&gt;2. Tution Teacher&lt;br /&gt;3. graphic designer&lt;br /&gt;4. Lecturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three movies you would watch over and over :&lt;br /&gt;1. White Chicks!&lt;br /&gt;2. kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gaum&lt;br /&gt;3. Madagascar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places you have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kajang&lt;br /&gt;2. Sandakan,Sabah&lt;br /&gt;3. Malacca&lt;br /&gt;4. Cyberjaya&lt;br /&gt;5. Brickfields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV shows you love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;2. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;3. Csi&lt;br /&gt;4. Csi Miami&lt;br /&gt;5. Csi New York&lt;br /&gt;6. The X-Files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;2. Penang&lt;br /&gt;3. Cherating&lt;br /&gt;4. PD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three web sites I visit daily :&lt;br /&gt;1. Friendster&lt;br /&gt;2. Yahoo mail&lt;br /&gt;3. The Star Online newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my favorite foods :&lt;br /&gt;1. Chic Rice&lt;br /&gt;2. Sardine cutlet curry&lt;br /&gt;3. McD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places I would rather be right now :&lt;br /&gt;1. at home&lt;br /&gt;2. on a vacation&lt;br /&gt;3. shopping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three friends who have been tagged that I think will&lt;br /&gt;respond :&lt;br /&gt;1. Uma&lt;br /&gt;2. Friday's Child&lt;br /&gt;3. anyone else with time to spare???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114446494524449074?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114446494524449074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114446494524449074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114446494524449074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114446494524449074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/knowing-meknowing-u.html' title='Knowing me,Knowing u'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114412156071643191</id><published>2006-04-03T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:32:40.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Theory...</title><content type='html'>TRADITIONAL ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one and buy a bull.&lt;br /&gt;Your herd multiplies and the economy grows.&lt;br /&gt;You retire on the income.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CHINESE ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have 300 people milking them.&lt;br /&gt;You claim full employment, high bovine&lt;br /&gt;productivity and arrest anyone&lt;br /&gt;reporting the actual numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIAN ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You worship them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAKISTAN ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You don't have any cows.&lt;br /&gt;You claim that the Indian cows belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;You ask the US for financial aid,&lt;br /&gt;China for military aid,&lt;br /&gt;Britain for warplanes,&lt;br /&gt;Italy for machines,&lt;br /&gt;Germany for technology,&lt;br /&gt;France for submarines,&lt;br /&gt;Switzerland for loans,&lt;br /&gt;Russia for drugs and&lt;br /&gt;Japan for equipment.&lt;br /&gt;You buy the cows with all this and claim of&lt;br /&gt;exploitation by the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one and force the other to produce the&lt;br /&gt;milk of four cows.&lt;br /&gt;You profess surprise when the cow drops dead.&lt;br /&gt;You put the blame on some nation with cows &amp;&lt;br /&gt;naturally that nation will be a danger to mankind.&lt;br /&gt;You wage a war to save the world and grab the cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go on strike because you want three cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMAN ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You reengineer them so that they live for 100 years,&lt;br /&gt;eat once a month and milk themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITISH ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;They are both mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALIAN ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;You break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWISS ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;You charge others for storing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You redesign them so that they are one-tenth the&lt;br /&gt;size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt;You then create cute cartoon cow images called Cowkimon&lt;br /&gt;and market them worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSIAN ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You count them and learn you have five cows.&lt;br /&gt;You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.&lt;br /&gt;You count them again and learn you have 17 cows.&lt;br /&gt;You give up counting and open another bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIAN ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You slaughter one for Hari Raya Puasa and&lt;br /&gt;the other for Hari Raya Haji. Just before that, both&lt;br /&gt;the cows were wondering along the PLUS Highways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114412156071643191?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114412156071643191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114412156071643191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114412156071643191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114412156071643191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/cow-theory.html' title='Cow Theory...'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114403825697232147</id><published>2006-04-02T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:37:47.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuessie Postie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/mon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/mon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up my blog to post,mind goes blank n mood goes bored..&lt;br /&gt;Pospones to post in blog..&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by...&lt;br /&gt;Mood doesnt come..&lt;br /&gt;No idea on wat to write up...&lt;br /&gt;Dun wanna bore anyone wit my post...BORING posts!&lt;br /&gt;Reads everyone's post every day!Comments!&lt;br /&gt;MY post is stil empty...&lt;br /&gt;Every single day is da same routine,so every single day wanna post da same thing?&lt;br /&gt;Am nt good in words,i think my blog bores me at time!..:P&lt;br /&gt;Am bored now...Entertain me,entertain myself!&lt;br /&gt;Entertain myself-&gt;read ur blogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114403825697232147?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114403825697232147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114403825697232147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114403825697232147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114403825697232147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/04/tuessie-postie.html' title='Tuessie Postie'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114368790916452927</id><published>2006-03-29T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:05:10.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M! The Opera</title><content type='html'>I went to see the musical composition, M! The Opera last nite at Istana Budaya wit my office colleagues.We were given free tickets as Limkokwing had sponsored to the show.The best part is our seatings were at the Grand circle..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't supposed to go as i didn't have transport to go back home.But then Jerra didn't want to go yesterday as she wanted to go with her new hubby on friday,so she gave me her ticket.Hasleena,the new staff offered to send me back home as she said she would be passing Bangsar.So,that's how i got to go fer da show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n hasleena left ofis at bout 6pm,met up carmelita at Petronas near Ikea. Went to hasleena's hse in Damasara,overlookin Ikea,parked her car ther n got into Carmelita's car.We reached the venue by 7.20pm. As we were early, we decided to fill up our tummy 1st. Hasleena brought us to tis great place called Chop &amp; Steak at Kampung Baru.Place looked good n the price was reasonable. The place was designed to look like a ship. There was boat in the restaurant and the cooking was done IN THE BOAT!&lt;br /&gt;Ate tuna n chic sandwich wih fries and a huge glass of honey dew juice.Burp!Left to istana Budaya at 8pm.Met up the rest there.Oh ya, i was so happy to meet Tini there after ages!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Abs brought her mom along and the rest were with their gf or hubbies.My bf was jealous i guess.hahahahaha.He wanted to go too.he asked if i could get tickets for fri.lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story :&lt;br /&gt;M! The Opera is a new music composition that has been produced by some of Malaysia's finest creative talents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composed by Saidah Rastam, text written by Jit Murad and with a cast of over 35 wonderfully talented young stars this is a production that could only have evolved in Malaysia today, reflecting all the different communities and elements that have made Malaysia what it is in this day and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast :&lt;br /&gt;Khir Rahman - M &lt;br /&gt;Doreen Tang - Sepi &lt;br /&gt;George Chan - Kerabat &lt;br /&gt;Maizurah Hamzah - Kak Ros &lt;br /&gt;Azean Irdawaty - Tom &lt;br /&gt;Peter Ong - Solomon Paula Malai Ali - Dominique Soong &lt;br /&gt;Mia Palencia - Juno Sharp Cindy Yeap - Madame Ling Song &lt;br /&gt;Timothy Ooi - Mentor &lt;br /&gt;Etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time experience watching a musical opera and the opera was good.The costumes, the voices fer da songs n dancing is simple BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show ended at bout 11pm.reached apmt in less than 10 min.Was in bed by 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all,i had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waitin fer my pay to be in so tat i could go fer sum shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info, jes log on the website :http://www.mtheopera.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114368790916452927?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114368790916452927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114368790916452927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114368790916452927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114368790916452927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/m-opera.html' title='M! The Opera'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114325817876098144</id><published>2006-03-24T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:42:58.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest for quietness</title><content type='html'>Quest for quietness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By RUTH LIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our busyness, we forget to be still and take stock of what is going on in our lives. Day in and day out, we keep ourselves occupied with all kinds of activities. We live in a society that believes that keeping busy is a sign of success. Our daily lives are packed with activities and all kinds of noise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are stressed out in their daily lives. They are unable to gain composure. Anxiety rises when they try to be tranquil. They get worried when there is silence. They need to be in a room that is filled with sounds from all directions. They chatter away without thinking much about what they are saying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most adults get anxious when it gets too quiet. Joggers wear headphones and listen to music as they exercise in the mornings. Some restaurants have television sets mounted in every corner. We carry our mobile phones wherever we go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average Malaysian child lives in a noisy home environment, with sounds blaring from the television, radio, computer, telephone, mobile phone, washing machine, blender, battery-operated toys and traffic. They rush through the day with a hectic schedule. There is hardly time for stillness and quietness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young children like a quiet hideaway place. Sometimes this place is in a discarded box or a space under the stairs or a wardrobe. Some children crawl under the bed or the dining table and imagine they are in another, faraway place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were much younger, my girls used to make a tent with their bed sheets draped over four chairs. These days, they just hang a small sign outside their bedroom doors that says “Keep out”. Children just want to have some time alone so that they can be themselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children need time to take a breather from the demands that are placed upon them. These time-outs can help children get a perspective of how things work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early childhood, there are many things that can confuse children. Yet, they are forced to keep up with the pace adults have set for them. They are expected to do what adults say, whether they are ready or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to think children only need large spaces to run and play in. We assume that there is hardly any quiet moment with energetic children. Just because they are always up and about does not mean that they do not like stillness and tranquillity. Even the noisiest child will stop and be quiet when he spots a baby sleeping soundly. It is important that children learn to enjoy creating silence on their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most parents tend to force their children to be quiet and punish them for disobedience. This is not the kind of silence suggested here. Being silent means exercising self-control and cooperating with others to create peace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a child is unruly and loud, sending him for a time-out will help him to stop behaving in such a manner. Being in a quiet place alone is positive for both child and parent. The child is not forcibly sent to stay alone in a corner of the room. The child goes to the quiet place for some solitary moments willingly and happily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing is a vital component in helping to build children’s imagination and to feed their creativity. Children are often caught in stressful learning situations. They are shuttled to one class or another. They are never free to do their “own thing”. Many achievements children succeed on their own go unnoticed by adults.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When children are given free time, they tend to achieve more because they are not stressed by demands. I remember watching a precocious three-year-old who seemed a little “lost” in her nursery school. While the other children were in their respective classrooms, she would lie down on a large cushion and perform her own soliloquies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would say, “I don’t know why I don’t have any friends. I like them but they don’t like me. What shall I do?” After uttering those words, she got up and went to meet her peers in the next room. She had worked it all out by herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children discover their inner selves when they retreat from the hustle and bustle of daily life. We are so bent on making them smart in all aspects but neglect their spiritual development. Some parents feel that religious lessons suffice in helping children to become spiritually aware. The child cannot learn spirituality just by listening to stories and singing songs of praise. He needs to experience inner peace to reach his spiritual self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to E.M. Standing, “Silence predisposes the soul for certain inner experiences.” If the child is given the opportunity to experience the peace of stillness, he will know that silence and keeping still do not come about easily. He has to work at it and learn to appreciate it. With much practice, children eventually learn how to treasure having some quiet time. They will grow up to be peaceful and secure adults who can co-exist with others without threats and ill-feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family must support one another in this quest for the peace of stillness. Parents should allow their children time to spend in their quiet corner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find somewhere in your home where it is safe. Create this place where your child can feel completely in control and at peace. You may want to allocate certain times of the day as TV-free or radio-free moments. Mobile phones and house phones should be switched off so that the whole family can be quiet together for a short moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any queries on bringing up infant, toddler or teenager, write in with your name, address and phone number to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Liew &lt;br /&gt;StarTwo &lt;br /&gt;Star Publications (M) Bhd &lt;br /&gt;Menara Star &lt;br /&gt;15 Jalan 16/11 &lt;br /&gt;46350 Petaling Jaya &lt;br /&gt;Tel: 03-79671388 &lt;br /&gt;Fax: 03-79554366 &lt;br /&gt;E-mail: ruthliew@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114325817876098144?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114325817876098144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114325817876098144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114325817876098144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114325817876098144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/quest-for-quietness.html' title='Quest for quietness'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114325814984538915</id><published>2006-03-24T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:42:29.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When parents fight</title><content type='html'>When parents fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By DR TEOH HSIEN-JIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimmie was not a happy girl at school. She was easily distracted, never completed her homework, and was always fidgeting. Lately, she sometimes bursts into tears for no apparent reason. Worried, her teacher asked for her parents to come to school. The teacher soon learnt that Mimmie’s parents were on the verge of separating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research indicates that the most common reasons for separation include extramarital affairs, financial problems, child disciplining issues and sexual incompatibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disagreements and conflicts soon erupt, followed by separation and divorce. But it doesn’t end there. There are custody issues and never-ending legal battles over money and property. Meanwhile, children are the silent victims of the conflict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these children are traumatised by their parents’ behaviours and become depressed, anxious, and have low self-esteem. Others react to the conflict in an aggressive manner by throwing tantrums, fighting with other children, and engaging in delinquent behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marital conflict is a common family problem which no child should have to be exposed to. Yet it occurs because parents refuse to work together to create a happy, healthy family. Here are some suggestions to protect the child when conflicts arise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort out your problems in private &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most traumatic forms of conflict occur when children witness the violence that their parents inflict on one another. Sort out disagreements behind closed doors. Get help from a marriage counsellor, if necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not include children in the argument &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When children are physically involved in the conflict, someone is bound to get hurt. Very often it is the children. Children are physically weaker than their parents and emotionally more fragile. You can protect them by telling them to keep away from the fight. It is best for parents to sort out their disagreements elsewhere, away from the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not use the children as shields &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents try to protect themselves by using their children as a shield between themselves and their spouses. This may put the child at risk of being hurt as the other party may become more angry. If you are afraid of your partner, then go to somewhere safer with your children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the child you are having problems, but are trying to sort them out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are quite aware when something is wrong. There is no use pretending that there is nothing going on between you and your spouse. Tell the children that you are having problems with the other parent, and that you are trying your best to sort things out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assure the child that you love him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When parents fight and argue, children are afraid that both their parents may get angry and leave them. Children can feel very vulnerable in these circumstances, and it is important to be calm and assure them that you still love them and will not abandon them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not talk negatively about the other parent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not help to spread tales and talk negatively about the other parent. The child is being forced to choose between the two parents. Be mature and make no comments about the other parent’s behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintain a structured routine for the child &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that creates emotional upheaval in the child’s life is a change in lifestyle and disciplining habits. Try your best to keep a structured daily time-table that includes meals, academic work and play time. The more structured the child’s day is, the more predictable it will be, thus calming the child down. Maintain discipline as the child needs to know what is acceptable behaviour. Where possible, try to spend some time with each child on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amway Malaysia’s One by One Campaign aims to promote positive mental health in children through a series of workshops and camps. For details log on www.amway2u.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114325814984538915?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114325814984538915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114325814984538915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114325814984538915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114325814984538915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-parents-fight.html' title='When parents fight'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114318610094077665</id><published>2006-03-23T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:41:40.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>This poem is about not just hearing your friend, but actually taking the time to listen and understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Becky &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being there,&lt;br /&gt;To listen and understand me.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all you did for me,&lt;br /&gt;And all you still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me feel whole again,&lt;br /&gt;For putting my pieces back together.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you putting my life back together,&lt;br /&gt;You saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not understand,&lt;br /&gt;Why I do what I do.&lt;br /&gt;But you never criticized,&lt;br /&gt;You just helped my through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I could come to you when I was down,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I knew you'd always be there&lt;br /&gt;to pick me back up&lt;br /&gt;and say everything will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114318610094077665?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114318610094077665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114318610094077665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114318610094077665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114318610094077665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114318593264363409</id><published>2006-03-23T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:38:52.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dummy</title><content type='html'>This poem gives new meaning to the phrase "making friends," and exposes an important Truth about Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs someone. Someone who will accept them, listen to them and let them know they are not alone. What of those who have no one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may wind up taking drastic measures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Michael Mack &lt;br /&gt;In that forgotten part of town&lt;br /&gt;Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,&lt;br /&gt;A wrinkled man with life near end,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes to have at least one friend,&lt;br /&gt;Fashioned bits of wood and things&lt;br /&gt;And made a dummy run by strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat alone for hours on end,&lt;br /&gt;Conversing with his only friend&lt;br /&gt;And found delight within the fact&lt;br /&gt;That he controlled it's every act.&lt;br /&gt;He told it how he never had&lt;br /&gt;A chance, since all his luck was bad&lt;br /&gt;Although he'd tried so to succeed -&lt;br /&gt;The dummy nodded and agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how his journeys in romance&lt;br /&gt;Had never given him a chance,&lt;br /&gt;And wasn't it a crying shame&lt;br /&gt;That he was always held to blame&lt;br /&gt;When everyone knew, oh so well,&lt;br /&gt;That life is but a living Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Controlled by lust and power and greed?&lt;br /&gt;The dummy nodded and agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With patience that would rival saints,&lt;br /&gt;That dummy sat through all complaints&lt;br /&gt;And, with each little expert tug,&lt;br /&gt;He'd droop his head or bow or shrug&lt;br /&gt;And give some comfort to the man&lt;br /&gt;Who held his lifelines in his hand&lt;br /&gt;And helped to fill a lonely need&lt;br /&gt;When he just nodded and agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senility increased with time&lt;br /&gt;As did the old man's phantomime,&lt;br /&gt;And feverish fingers pulled with glee&lt;br /&gt;The dummy's dance of misery.&lt;br /&gt;They never left each other's side&lt;br /&gt;Until the day both stopped and died.&lt;br /&gt;We found them lying, hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;The dummy - and his wooden friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114318553933585022</id><published>2006-03-23T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:32:19.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anticipation</title><content type='html'>by Scott Marchand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sits at a small cafe&lt;br /&gt;Breathing heavy, heart beating strong&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of just what he should say&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what exactly could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves this woman, he knows that well&lt;br /&gt;Whether she feels the same for him,&lt;br /&gt;or if these words will serve to repel,&lt;br /&gt;is the reason he's gone on this limb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll walk in, and the heads will turn&lt;br /&gt;She'll give him a kiss, and take her seat&lt;br /&gt;His stomach is making an audible churn&lt;br /&gt;Life without her is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells her, things won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Their lives have just been set aflame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114318553933585022?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114318553933585022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114318553933585022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114318553933585022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114318553933585022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/anticipation.html' title='The Anticipation'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114318542175521950</id><published>2006-03-23T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:30:21.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive Thru</title><content type='html'>Im in da mood fer sum hillarious poems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Nancy Ness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rose this morn with much to do -&lt;br /&gt;Hopped in the car and off I flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for breakfast, that I knew -&lt;br /&gt;Glad "Dunkin DoNuts" has Drive Thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In need of dollars, quite a few -&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bank teller's Drive Thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then filled all my prescriptions too -&lt;br /&gt;At "Pharmacy's" brand new Drive Thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bills to mail in box of blue -&lt;br /&gt;Off to the "Post Office" Drive Thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the laundry cleaned anew -&lt;br /&gt;Just stopped at "Suds &amp; Duds" Drive Thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lunchtime near, my tummy's queue -&lt;br /&gt;Got a "Big Mac" from the Drive Thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car by then was low on fuel -&lt;br /&gt;Full serve at "Shell", just Drive on Thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they fill the tank for you -&lt;br /&gt;Your car's washed free - in their Drive Thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library books were overdue -&lt;br /&gt;The curbside slot is a Drive Thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then videos must go back too -&lt;br /&gt;"Blockbuster" has their own Drive Thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In need of milk and bread, I knew -&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at "Dairymaid's" Drive Thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family asked "Please, can we do -&lt;br /&gt;The "Drive In" show when dinner's thru???"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114318542175521950?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114318542175521950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114318542175521950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114318542175521950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114318542175521950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/drive-thru.html' title='Drive Thru'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114318506694517140</id><published>2006-03-23T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:24:26.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Lunch Outing</title><content type='html'>T.G.I.F!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes gt bck a few min ago frm 1 Utama.Went wit Abs car.Abs n Lin in front,Me,Ooi yee,Penyu n Shahril at da back.thank god me n ooi yee were tiny...*grin*&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Burger King.Bought my fav set-French chic.ate da fries n drank vanilla coke and pepsi.didnt eat da burger.wil eat it fer my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2 choc donuts frm Sun Moulin.one fer my sis n one fer myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt walk around much coz most of the time was spent crapping away durin lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its freezin cold here.Im usin da pc at da students service beside my staffrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya!My darling bf told me sum great news tis morning.I am so so so very happy fer him!!!!!!...:)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if ill b goin bck home tom or not.probably not.wud jes lazy around in my rum.sleep like a pig of coz!my sis is doin nite shift since yday so she'll b wit me durin da weeknd if i dun go bck.at least can go out fer fud n mayb da babgsar nite market.wanted 2 go last week but it rained cats n dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted 2 go out tis weekend but my pay is only in next week.so guess its outin next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wit a betta weekend plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a gud weekend peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114309427107658636</id><published>2006-03-22T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:11:11.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Website fer Illustrators!</title><content type='html'>This website is HEAVEN to me rite now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Check it out fer urself to see wat i mean!(Onli fer those in luv wit Art)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning:CONTAGIOUS-CAN CAUSE HEART ATTACK-ADDICTIVE-EYES WILL BE GLUED TO THE COM PUTER-Bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL : http://www.illustrationweb.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current desktop pic taken from the website is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/39-25374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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Website fer Illustrators!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114309326747783643</id><published>2006-03-22T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:54:27.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attract Women</title><content type='html'>Attracting women should be easy for you to do. Whether you are trying to bump into females or approach them, the power to attract women is very beneficial. This won?t just make your meetings go smoothly, but even dates will be at ease. But how can you attract women without making an effort? Simple, aside from making a conscious effort while meeting them you need to put in some work to attract women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting more than satisfactory is always a plus by the women. Now it?s not a must for every man to keep a body building body to attract women but exercising every once in a while and keeping fit is extremely attractive and is a plus when trying to attract women. Try not to go overboard though because not all females are attracted to the body building types. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being fit, looking fair also involves picking the just amicable of goods to wear. Try to fashion some effort to put entire a gear before the date. If you just appear for the date in whatever you tossed together that does not match it will give the woman an impression that you not really interested in her or the date and she will of course find the whole thing, whole meeting unattractive. The bottom line here is look in style to attract women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to smelling good there are several things you can do to attract women. Firstly you can get a plunge and come out smelling brand new and clean. Apart from that, the proper use of cologne is also encouraged. Don?t go overboard and splash the whole body just enough to make her ask what cologne are you wearing? Experiment with different kinds of colognes. Some can be very attractive to women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to be a flirt is not something that all men are born with, but there are ways to improve. Just pick up some great tips on flirting and you will be attracting women in a very short time. Did you know that the best way to attract women is to flirt with as many of them as possible? Learn to flirt well and you will be on your way to attracting women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a gentleman is also a good way of attracting women. This is because there is a huge superstition that chivalry is dead. You don?t have to go overboard but little things like holding the door open or offering to pull back her chair can be attractive to women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to attract women and some of it includes just being you. A complement on what she is wearing, how she looks, tell her that the perfume she is wearing smells great, though in a quick joke to lighten up the moment. Use some of what you just read and in no time you will be on your way to attracting women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : Net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114309326747783643?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114309326747783643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114309326747783643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114309326747783643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114309326747783643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/attract-women.html' title='Attract Women'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114299849103638716</id><published>2006-03-21T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:34:51.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Hope</title><content type='html'>Here is a poem by a very talented young lady, Niki. This is a great poem that reveals a struggle within and the victory over it through God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Hope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02-11-01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day,&lt;br /&gt;I hold myself.&lt;br /&gt;Closer and tighter,&lt;br /&gt;Crying to the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be better. I want to be better!"&lt;br /&gt;Looking around and seeing not even a&lt;br /&gt;Single soul surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;It tears my heart to go through this,&lt;br /&gt;With your presence not known to me.&lt;br /&gt;It is of an existence,&lt;br /&gt;But not of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Night after night,&lt;br /&gt;I?d fold my hands, close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And pray that I?d die happy,&lt;br /&gt;And knowing you were crying tears,&lt;br /&gt;So that I wouldn't have to feel an inch of sadness!&lt;br /&gt;Instead,&lt;br /&gt;I walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing?&lt;br /&gt;And not realizing that I am at fault,&lt;br /&gt;Not you!&lt;br /&gt;Week after week,&lt;br /&gt;I?d hold out my arms, stand before you,&lt;br /&gt;And cry to the emptiness that tears me to shreds.&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything to once again,&lt;br /&gt;Feel your love wipe away my tears.&lt;br /&gt;I long to feel your Holy Spirit live inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But all I feel is my pain torturing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be dead in the flesh,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel dead to you.&lt;br /&gt;I've done everything in my power to try and get an old me,&lt;br /&gt;But you refreshed me back.&lt;br /&gt;My mind stops in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I've submitted my body to you,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes of a recovery!&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still feel alone?&lt;br /&gt;I might have been stumped,&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't yet given up hope!&lt;br /&gt;You'd never give up on me?&lt;br /&gt;So I shall not dare,&lt;br /&gt;Give up on you!&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up,&lt;br /&gt;I felt happier!&lt;br /&gt;My heart smiled and I could feel your presence!&lt;br /&gt;Through this whole situation,&lt;br /&gt;It felt as if you were hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out,&lt;br /&gt;It was I!&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know exactly what I went through,&lt;br /&gt;Or how!&lt;br /&gt;But I do know this much.&lt;br /&gt;You were always there,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my pain.&lt;br /&gt;And reaching out your hand,&lt;br /&gt;For me to hold it tight?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your love and Holiness run through me!&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget this,&lt;br /&gt;Nor will I ever give up hope!&lt;br /&gt;Because hope never gave up on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.niki.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114299849103638716?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114299849103638716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114299849103638716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114299849103638716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114299849103638716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-is-hope.html' title='God is Hope'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114292365360966319</id><published>2006-03-20T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:47:33.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruity lunch anyone?</title><content type='html'>Burp!Fer now i mean.Jes ate half of a guava.bought ripe mangoes(1 of coz wic was cut into tiny bits)n half a guava seasoned wit sum "asam".wasnt too hungry fer dinner after da cheese chic ham bun.plus,wud b buyin indian fud wit my sis after wrk fer dinner so wan save my stomach fer it.am nt goin on any diet.wit da size of me,u wudnt wan go fer any diet fer eva.i knw im a pig,eatin loads non stop.i luv fud n i cant help it!i may skips meals but i eat huge meals!i can eat an elephant!sounds yucky!hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wud b goin 2 c da plumber dwn my apmt after wrk 2 ask him 2 come n repair da kitchen sink in my apmt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wil borrow da cartoon,"Spirit" frm my colleague Puja,so wud jes spend time tonite watchin it.Theres simply no gud mvies in cinema now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys,if u knw wic mvie is gud,plz lemme knw!i havent been to any mvies fer ages!!!the not gud mvies alwiz comes in a bunch at a time n the gud ones too!!!!wen the gud ones come out,ull b spinning da coin 2 choose wic wan 2 watch so save ur budget.GRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a gud mvie soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114290955574484553</id><published>2006-03-20T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:52:35.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding the gifted child</title><content type='html'>By DR TEOH HSIEN-JIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHANIEL is an eight-year-old boy who is constantly getting into trouble at school. He is fidgety, does not really pay attention, and constantly irritates his classmates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one occasion, he was caught sneaking into a Year 5 classroom. He does not have many friends amongst his classmates, and prefers to hang around with the older school children. His parents have tried to discipline him but have been unsuccessful. He was put in detention in the library, and seemed to enjoy it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a last resort, he was taken to a clinical psychologist to see if he was suffering from Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. The diagnosis was negative; there was nothing wrong with him. Later, Nathaniel’s parents were even more shocked to find out that he was an extremely intelligent and gifted child. They were happy and excited yet confused about what to do with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giftedness is a situation where a child’s development is much faster compared to other children their age. Their mental ability is far more developed; they are able to quickly absorb and assimilate information and are more imaginative than normal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some gifted children also develop faster, physically, leading to premature puberty. Given these problems, some gifted children may encounter information that their minds are not emotionally prepared for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to deciding whether or not a child is gifted, there is often a lack of consensus amongst the teachers. This is because the child’s abilities may differ according to subjects and interests. Whilst the child’s intellectual abilities are generally ahead of his peers, his abilities vary from subject to subject.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, an eight-year-old boy may be able to read Form 1 textbooks, yet the amount that he can understand may be more like that of a 10-year-old. In mathematics, the child may be able to do multiplication and division but he still counts with his fingers. His hobbies may include astronomy, classical music and chess yet he still wets his bed at night and sucks his thumb to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some indicators that a child may be gifted. These include needing less sleep, being able to concentrate on complex information, having the ability to remember many things, possessing a high activity level, moving quickly through the developmental stages, able to speak quite early, having a fascination with books, abstract reasoning and problem-solving skills and a vivid imagination.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifted children are usually formally classified as gifted after they have undergone systematic psychological testing of their mental, social and developmental abilities; usually this is carried out by a clinical, developmental or educational psychologist who works with children, and who understands the area of giftedness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children who score above the 1% level of the intellectual abilities range for their age group are more than likely to have some mental abilities that are more developed than those of their peers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst gifted children have the same basic needs as other children, they can be very different in their way of thinking, actions and behaviours. Gifted children view the world in a very detailed manner, absorbing every detail like a sponge, and analysing situations like a master chess player does. Often, they see situations in ways that others do not obviously see and this often frustrates those who interact with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifted children have two main needs. First, they need to accept themselves for what they are and feel comfortable about it. Secondly, they need to be given the chance to develop their special abilities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a very early age, the gifted child is keen to develop his potential, but if he is constantly held back by the education system, and is reprimanded for wanting to learn more, he gets demoralised. What was once a special ability becomes lost forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, many gifted children are aware that they are different. They notice that they do not think, talk and act like their peers. Some find that their peers cannot keep up with them and, subsequently, they find their peers boring. Their peers, in turn, give up on them. As a result, they have difficulty maintaining friendships. When questioned, they often say that part of them is like their classmates, but unfortunately their classmates do not understand them at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising a gifted child is a challenging experience for his or her parents. However, several things can be done to make life more meaningful for the child. Below are some suggestions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid encouraging your child to “perform” in public. The more casually you accept unusual early accomplishments, the more your child will be able to see those accomplishments as normal. Keep in mind that your child is already different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respond to your child at the level in which he is communicating. Acknowledge that the child’s abilities are much more developed; allow him to develop his ideas at that level. Trying to repress his abilities will only be more upsetting for both of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to the teachers in school about giving the child more challenging academic work. Gifted children learn faster and differently compared with others. Their minds can absorb lots of information quickly and deal with complex problems. Giving these children simple bits of information frustrates them. When forced to work with the methods and pace of a typical school, gifted children deteriorate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offer to help the teacher with designing challenging weekly homework assignments for your gifted child. When it comes to teaching your child, your knowledge, information and instincts are useful and important, and they should be recognised in designing a school program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communicate with the school in a non-threatening manner. Offer suggestions instead of trying to impose your ideas on the teachers. Remember many teachers may have never encountered a gifted child, much less know how to deal with one. The teacher may be more receptive if you offer to assist with your child’s education instead of trying to get the teacher to change the system for your child’s sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where possible, try to place the child in a more advanced class. Placing a child with older children who share similar interests may be socially and intellectually beneficial and result in a more appropriate curriculum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to help your child find a circle of friends with similar interests. In Nathaniel’s case, it might be more rewarding to enrol him in a chess club or drama class rather than keep him at home or take him to the playground to play on the swings with other eight-year-olds. &lt;br /&gt;Looking after, and living with, a gifted child can be costly as well as physically, emotionally and intellectually demanding for the parents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help and guidance from understanding education and mental health professionals is often needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, society is not very good at accepting those who are different. To be considered a genius is often based on whether or not society wants to accept one’s special abilities, and very rarely based on whether one really has superior abilities or not. It is all about the way society deals with its insecurities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amway Malaysia’s One by One Campaign aims to promote positive mental health in children through a series of workshops and camps. For details log on www.amway2u.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114290955574484553?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114290955574484553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114290955574484553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114290955574484553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114290955574484553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/understanding-gifted-child.html' title='Understanding the gifted child'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114290946962648998</id><published>2006-03-20T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:51:09.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FAMILY HEALTH with Dr. MUSA MOHD NORDIN and Dr. POH BEE KOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY I know why salt should not be added to babies’ food, and at what age baby can be fed food with added salt? I’m asking because many of my friends with children feel it’s a must to include salt in their children’s daily menu. Does salt stunt babies’ growth, and are there other adverse effects?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies’ and young children’s kidneys are too immature to process excess salt from their food. If your child eats too much salt, in the long term, his kidneys might become irreparably damaged. Although salt is an important nutrient that is needed by the human body, it is found in sufficient quantities in breast milk, rice and most, if not all, of the foods commonly fed to babies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t add salt or artificial seasoning to baby’s food. The need to add salt to food depends on an individual’s personal preference. For children above the age of one, salt can be added to food, but only in very small quantities. Try to reduce the amount of salt in your children’s (and the rest of the family’s) food gradually, and after about a week you’ll find that most foods are tasty enough without added salt. If you find the food bland, use natural flavouring such as lemon juice, herbs and spices to vary the tastes of the foods you prepare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, remember never to add salt to your baby’s food as this will endanger his health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have much trouble feeding my baby, except that he prefers to feed from my left breast. When I try to put him on my right breast, he cries as if he’s uncomfortable. As a result, my right breast is smaller than the left. Please help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most cases, babies can feed from both breasts. There are some babies who selectively feed from only one breast. In your case, this may be due to baby’s discomfort when he feeds from your right breast. When you first breastfed him, he may have experienced some pain due to vacuum-assisted birth or an injury to the right side of his head. Rest assured that the milk from one breast can be enough for his growth. Check that his weight increases normally, as seen in the growth chart. You should express the milk from your right breast to prevent decreased milk flow, and the expressed milk can be given to baby via cup-feeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lactation expert can help you to ensure that baby is positioned comfortably on both sides and help you to achieve proper positioning and attachment. If you are still in doubt, please visit a paediatrician or lactation consultant for further explanation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a daughter, aged 2 years and 10 months, and I feed her powdered milk. She often gets stomachaches, not necessarily followed by bowel movements. Her stool is dark-coloured and a little hard. Sometimes it is so hard that she cries when moving her bowels. She also takes up to an hour to go to the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean the milk doesn’t agree with her? How else can I replace the milk, seeing that she doesn’t like regular flavoured powdered milk? Is it all right if I give her sweetened condensed milk, mixed with a chocolate malt drink? What is the correct measurement? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on what you’ve described, your child seems to be constipated. If this is indeed her problem, the cause may not be the type of milk your daughter drinks, but the fact that she isn’t eating enough fruits and vegetables. Feed her a variety of fruits and vegetables at meal times and for snacks. Make them appealing and easy to eat by cutting them into small, creatively-shaped pieces, then arranging them attractively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the age of one onwards, children can be given regular (full cream) cow’s milk. Milk doesn’t have to be taken on its own. You can use a blender to mix it with frozen fruits such as grapes, bananas and mangoes, to make delicious smoothies. Plain milk can also be mixed with chocolate malt drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetened condensed milk is not recommended for daily consumption because of its high sugar content. It’s best that your daughter isn’t allowed to develop a “sweet tooth” from eating foods with added sugar. She can get all the nutrients and energy she needs by eating natural foods with no added sugar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just delivered my son last November. I have never breastfed my child; I’ve only given him formula. My son is now past three months old. Should my child be fed the water from boiling rice porridge? And should I wake him up to feed in the middle of the night, even though he’s sleeping well and not crying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies under six months old should be breastfed exclusively. If you can’t breastfeed for any reason, make sure your son is fed only infant formula that is appropriate for his age. The milk must be mixed with cool boiled water, and following the instructions on the package exactly. Before the child is six months old, avoid giving him anything else to drink, except if instructed by his doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby doesn’t need to be woken for night-time feeds as long as he feeds enough at other times, and his body weight and length are normal for his age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a seven-month-old who has been on formula since two months, due to my lack of breast milk. I’ve begun giving him cereal on top of his powdered formula. Even then, his weight is rather low for his age, at 6.5kg. Please advise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies double their birth weight at the age of five to six months. If your baby was 2.5kg when he was born, 6.5kg would be normal for his growth rate at seven months. Remember, every child grows at a different pace, and if your child seems small, it doesn’t necessarily mean he’s not healthy. Get the advice of a paediatrician about his growth rate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the age of six months, a baby should begin to be fed foods other than breast milk or formula. Begin with baby rice cereal and fruit or vegetable purées on their own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/salt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/salt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding salt to your baby’s food will endanger his health as his kidneys are incapable of processing the excess salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of seven months, a baby can be fed rice porridge cooked together with finely-chopped vegetables such as carrots or spinach. At eight months, shredded, cooked boneless fish may be added. Visit a nutritionist, dietician or paediatrician for more in-depth advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article courtesy of Positive Parenting, a community education programme by the Malaysian Paediatric Association in collaboration with the Obstetrical &amp; Gynaecological Society of Malaysia and Nutrition Society of Malaysia. To receive a free copy of Positive Parenting Magazine, call 03-5621 1408. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your queries to the Positive Parenting Secretariat, c/o VersaComm Sdn Bhd, 12-A Jalan PJS 8/4, Mentari Plaza, Bandar Sunway, 46150 Petaling Jaya, or e-mail: info@mypositiveparenting.org &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This column is not a substitute for medical advice. The Star, the Malaysian Paediatric Association and the Positive Parenting Secretariat are not liable for any issues arising from this column.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114290946962648998?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114290946962648998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114290946962648998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114290946962648998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114290946962648998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/family-health-with-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114290937884461421</id><published>2006-03-20T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:49:38.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping kids occupied</title><content type='html'>Specailly fer moms out ther!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; by RUTH LIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN can we go home?” “How long before we get to see the doctor?” or “I’m hungry. I want to leave now.” These are pleas by young children commonly heard at the bank, the clinic, during long car trips or just about any place that children cannot be themselves or move about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are natural explorers. They like to move and look for things that they can manipulate and create. It is unnatural for them to sit still and wait for a long time. Once they can walk, run and talk, they want to experience everything that is out there. They need space to run, jump, climb, roll and engage in “mischief” of one kind or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many of our children are confined indoors without much space to move about and explore. Busy parents are unable to take them out for extended, supervised play. The lack of time and space can cause many children to become irritable and restless. They may even start to become destructive and throw things around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children need time to wander. My nephew, who is almost four years old, is full of energy. He is interested in everything that moves. With a keen eye for finding insects, coupled with an inquisitive mind, he likes roaming the outdoors at all times of the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, I spotted him in the garden doing one of his “experiments”. After dousing himself using the garden hose, he rolled down the small mound in the garden. He had rolled down the mound countless times before. This time, though, it was different. He was finding out the difference between dry and wet. This multi-sensory experience will help him feel more competent and secure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I shared this with his mother, saying: “He only gets to learn things this way at his age. Adults are always telling children that they should not do what they can do. It is no surprise that children get confused and retaliate against our wishes at times. As long as his experiment is deemed ‘safe’ for him to try out, forget about what the neighbours will say when they see your four-year-old playing in the garden.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cannot give your children large spaces to play in, give them time. Involve your children in planning activities that you can do together. The younger they are, the more time they will need to decide what activity to do. If you are playing with your children, give them time to respond. You cannot expect your five-year-old to give you another word that rhymes with “cat” quickly if it is his first time playing this language game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children also need time to finish their activities. They find it hard to obey instantly when you tell them to stop an activity; they need to be given some prior notice. If they refuse to stop playing and pack up, you can say to them, “I know you are having great fun playing. My guests are coming shortly and I need to tidy up. I can help you set it up again after they leave and you can help me prepare for our guests.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children like to feel that they are needed. At times, you will run out of ideas. Instead of handing them a few toys to play with, you can get them to do things for you around the house. Try saying this to your child, “I am so glad you can help me around the house. I have tons of things to do, like folding the clothes and putting them away, wiping the dishes and sorting the bookshelves. You can choose one thing you can help me do.” Even a three-year-old can help you with stacking magazines on the coffee table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children like creating and making things. Young children in their early years do not usually start off with an idea. They make it up along the way, changing and adding to what they started off with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want children to enjoy their creative work, try not to fuss too much about keeping neat and tidy. Creative activities will usually result in a mess. Three little girls and I decided to make Valentine hearts out of Chinese New Year greeting cards. The result? Many unusual-looking heart-shaped pieces and a whole pile of odds and ends on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep an open mind about what children like to do. Most parents regard their children’s fun as a waste of time. They feel that their children will learn more by doing worksheets or working on their readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children learn by doing. The more hands-on experiences they get, the better they become in their thinking skills. Try to marvel at their creative work even when you have very little idea about what they have made or what they are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children enjoy doing things that get attention from adults. Even when you cannot spend much time with your child doing collage or role-playing, you can spend a few moments listening to what he has done or responding to his questions about certain things. All you have to say to your child is, “Tell me about your work.” Your child will enthusiastically express herself, sharing her thoughts and feelings with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children like making things out of scraps. Collect assorted strings, rubber bands, paper scraps, cardboard tubes, textured paper, wood scraps and empty containers of various sizes. Sort them out and mix and match them to be kept in individual packages. Give one pack at a time to your child to work with. Keep a box of glue, staplers, paper clips, a pair of child-safe scissors and coloured markers handy in the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do a lot of travelling with your children in the car, you may want to keep a small box of these things in the car, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you find yourself waiting for your number to be called in a busy office somewhere, take out your prepared fun-to-do pack for your child and say to him, “Let’s see what we can make today.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114290937884461421?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114290937884461421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114290937884461421' title='0 Comments'/><link 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hse in kajang as my mom's youngest sis n her daughter-Raveena who is my youngest cousin is here for the 1 week school break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents fetched my bro after his classes at 12pm frm Bangi n went to kajang.My sis called me up n sed she was havin fever all of a sudden n asked if i was goin to kajang after wr.i was to have a meetin at 5 so i told her i am not sure.i was lazy to take da lrt n then then ktm...hehehe....after my meetin,my sis called me n she asked Raveena to talk in the phone to me.wit her cute voice,she was askin me to come over.I jes melted and sed ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took da lrt then ktm frm kl sentral to kjg.by the time i reached kjg,it was drizzling.dad fetched me frm da station wic was merely 5 min away frm my aunts hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ther,saw tat my aunts hubby who is a chinese had drove their new car-MyVi wit his 2 children-Suresh N Deena too.they are leavin back to taipin the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so hungry as i had onli 2 slices on domino's pizza in da ofis.ate my aunts cookin of sambar n sardine sambal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was tired by the time we left kjg at 12am.my parents n bro wil b puttin up at my apmt til sun.havent even bathed after wrk.felt so yucky!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached my apmt at bout 1am.my fly dropped me n went to have dinner.i was too tired n wanted to have my bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathed,got into the bed n slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a half day wrk fer me on sats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed bck home on sat after wrk.bought fer my fly lunch near my wrkplace-chinese vege fud.wanted my fly 2 taste it as the fud is really gud,bought 3 packets of mixed rice,1 tom yam fried rice n 1 oriental fried rice.sis had gone fer her aft wrk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colleague-penyu(penyu means turtle:tats his nick name),brought our ex-colleague's car to wrk as he went bck to his hometwn in da morning.penyu lives in bangsar so he takes da lrt bck wit me usually.showed penyu da way bck to my apmt n he dropped me.thank god he cud send me by car as the lunch i wa scarryin bck home wasnt light.hehehehe.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents n bro had jes taken to breakfast,so lunch wasnt to be so early.i bathed n ate da orienatl frid rice 1st as i was freakin hungry.took a afternoon nap then.dad n mom too also.bro was busy doin his asgmnt on my comp table.he was drain sum engineering stuffs wix looked like art to me.hahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 4 n had lunch wit my family.then slept bck again.was really a pig last weekend.dad went n bought tea in da evenin at bout 6.30pm.then bathed n waited fer sis 2 come bck frm her wrk at 9.30pm.she came bck,bathed n we went fer dinner.wanted 2 bring my mom n dad to the "Sweet Apam" in brickfileds as the sweet apam is simply out of tis world n the fried mee was delicious.but,as i suspected,as it was late the fried mee shop was closing.jes bought 3 sweet apam back.went to mehbub mamak restaurant fer dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came bck,watched sivakasi cd on my pc wit my family in my rum, and we all slept at 3am after the mvie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early on sun,at bout 9.30.then slept off at bout 10plus til 12pm.sis went fer her minin shift,dad went n bought tosai fer bfast.gave us the fud n he went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bought back chic rice fer lunch.after lunch,slept back again...:P..it started 2 rain so so heavy at bout 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted 2 go to bangsar nite market,but as it was raining,we went to midvalley.bro had to buy sum stuffs,so went to carrefour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fer dinner,ate in a chinese restaurant in bangsar.oh btw,im munching on the chic ham cheese bun wic i bought at Baker's Cottage in bgsr b4 dinner on sun now.yum yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents dropped me n sis back at the apmt n left to bangi by 9plus.they hav to drop my bro bck at his hostel n drive bck to mlc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom called me at 1.40am to say that they had reached malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of a wonderful weekend spent wit my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114290821520838873?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114290821520838873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114290821520838873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114290821520838873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114290821520838873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-that-it-was.html' title='A weekend that it was....'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114290657587946310</id><published>2006-03-20T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:02:55.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am SORRY!</title><content type='html'>Okeis people!&lt;br /&gt;Am back!Yes,i am stil alive n kicking!N nope,i am not closing up my blog due to my long absence.I was supposed 2 have updated my blog on my pahang trip but i kept delayin it due to a sickness, 'NO MOOD'.I know ive dissapointed alot of u so im reali reali soli!!!i have been readin all of ur blogs even if i wasnt updatin mine.&lt;br /&gt;well,i knw i have a lot 2 update so ill do it one by one...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/sad%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/sad%20face.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114290657587946310?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114290657587946310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114290657587946310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114290657587946310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114290657587946310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/am-sorry.html' title='Am SORRY!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114163224618215140</id><published>2006-03-05T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:05:31.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahang Trip Photo Package 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/wallpaper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/wallpaper1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Click for enlarged image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st hotel - Rumah Rehat Raub(Raub Rest House)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/1sthotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/1sthotel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside da Raub Rest House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/1.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Hotel-Green Park Hotel in Temerloh(da best hotel in tis trip!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/2nd%20hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/2nd%20hotel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/4.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Lin bein cheeky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/5.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/6.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/6.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Hotel-Shahzan Inn at Fraser's Hill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin n me in da morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/3.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/3.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lin n Syuk chattin on da balcony early dawn...Our rums were next to each other n ther's a door from our room tat leads to the balcony...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/balconychat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/balconychat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reached Fraser's Hill at 12.20am..Grrr....freezing cold!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/fraser1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/fraser1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/fraser2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/fraser2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posing at da balcony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/fraser3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/fraser3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/fraser4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/fraser4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/fraser5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/fraser5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leavin da hotel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/fraser6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/fraser6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/fraser7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/fraser7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/fraser8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/fraser8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/fraser9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/fraser9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/fraser10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/fraser10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free breakfast in da hotel(pic taken b4 i puked 4 times in da van bcoz of da winding road)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/fraserbfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/fraserbfast.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch 1st day trated by one of my student's dad who is da manager of Felda Raub..yum yum!fish head curry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/2.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/lunch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/lunch2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student's dad who treated us to lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havin fun at waterfall-Lata Lembik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/waterfall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/waterfall1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/waterfall11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/waterfall11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da cat wic followed me everywher i went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterfall on da last day-Chamang Waterfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/waterfall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/waterfall2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/waterfall21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/waterfall21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/waterfall22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/waterfall22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/waterfall23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/waterfall23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/canopy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/canopy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin bein punished by Lan n Syuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/denda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/denda.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/canopy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/canopy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/1600/canopy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/1904/320/canopy3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114163224618215140?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114163224618215140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114163224618215140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114163224618215140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114163224618215140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/pahang-trip-photo-package-1.html' title='Pahang Trip Photo Package 1'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114162971008194465</id><published>2006-03-05T23:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:21:50.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Little Words</title><content type='html'>Article 3&lt;br /&gt;Three Little Words by Amy Krause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the proud mother of two redheaded boys, Tyler and Sam. I constantly joke with my husband that both boys earn their red hair! Our house is constant commotion. There are always extra boys around. We live by their activity schedules. There's never enough food in the house and dirty laundry piles grow to the size of a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Mornings are particularly stressful. More times than I can count I hear, "I'm not done yet" in the morning. None of us like getting up and dressed to leave by 7:00 a.m. weekday mornings. By the time we leave, I sometimes feel I've worked a full day.&lt;br /&gt;One morning was no exception. Tyler and Sam were very difficult to manage. No one had slept the night before Sam was sick. I couldn't wait to escape to work. My husband volunteered to stay home to take Sam to the doctor. As Tyler and I rushed out, late as usual, Sam followed us to the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;Waving good-bye he said, "I love you Mommy. Have a good day at school." His voice was so sweet I looked back. The sight of my little two-year-old, standing there in his pajamas waving that cute little chubby hand broke my heart. I ran back, gave him a big hug and told him Mommy loved him too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a special education director. I spend days meeting with parents, testing students with disabilities and deciding what's best for them educationally. This day I was at the State School for the Severely Handicapped. The meeting was about a lengthy list of skills that the parents of a handicapped child in our district needed the state school to address with their child.&lt;br /&gt;As the meeting progressed, the teacher from the state school asked the parents, "If there was only one thing that we could teach your child this year, what is the most important thing you want your child to learn?"&lt;br /&gt;The dad, "Alex", spoke up, "We hope many things can be addressed. But if we could only pick one thing, we want our child to learn to sign 'I love you'. We have had six years of struggles and setbacks and have never had our child tell us 'I love you'. Right now that's the most important thing to us."&lt;br /&gt;I sat there in amazement. These parents had never heard those three simple words. Words I take for granted every day. I sat thinking back to that very morning, when Sam stood waving at me, telling me he loved me like I was the greatest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my hectic mornings, sleepless nights and boisterous boys were a real blessing. The answer both shocked and humbled me on what I have to be thankful for with my two redheads. Alex, we'll strive to teach your child to sign so you can hear "I love you". In the meantime, you've taught me a lesson I'll treasure always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114162971008194465?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114162971008194465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114162971008194465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114162971008194465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114162971008194465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/three-little-words.html' title='Three Little Words'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114162968967005081</id><published>2006-03-05T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:21:29.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Love</title><content type='html'>Article 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power of Love by Dr. John-Roger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know any situation that will not turn out better if there is loving. It takes a tremendous reserve of love to live on this planet. While we have often been led to believe that intellectual prowess, physical beauty or cleverness will do the trick, it's loving that provides the most fulfillment and contentment, and loving that has the most lasting effect on you and on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are unaccustomed to responding with loving, because we've been taught to try to control others and our environment. We've forgotten that the natural way to be is loving and caring. When we have a disagreement with someone, we think we have to change them to our way of thinking. If we can get the other person to agree with us, we feel comfortable, and then when we feel comfortable we think that is loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, loving can mean disagreeing with someone and, at the same time, allowing them the space to express their point of view. There's really no right or wrong way; your way is the way that's going to work the best for you. Many years ago I had a job that was several miles from where I lived, and I had quite a bit of traffic to contend with. Every day I tried a new way to beat the traffic. I experimented with many side streets, and through the process of trial and error I finally found the best way to go to work. Granted, along the way, I ran into dead ends, or more congested streets, but I kept at it until I found the way that worked the best for me. Once I found it, it worked for me for a long time. It was worth the effort to find the best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is also like that. There are a lot of dead ends and ways that don't work. There may even be times when it looks as if someone is standing in your way. Let them be your guide and help you get out of your dilemma and find a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations and experiences are given to people to allow them to grow, and things that are taken away from people will also allow them to grow. Loving will neutralize the emotions at either end of the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do lovingly and willingly whatever is demanded of you. Once you put yourself in a position of handling your responsibilities, these things can dissolve right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any situation will turn out better when there is loving. Where there is loving, there is cooperation, creativity, spontaneity, joy and a sense of fulfillment. We all have an intuitive sense of when we're in our loving and when we're not. Use your good senses to get yourself back to the loving. Do whatever it takes. Make it a priority in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day provides a practice ground for strengthening and expanding your capacity to love. Challenge your capacity to love. Love, when not used, will grow as stagnant as the brackish water of the Dead Sea. Be courageous enough to be the first one to step forward with your loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't lose love. As you give it, it comes back. Give only of the heart, do not give of possessive emotions, because that is what causes the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient and loving with yourself. Through loving yourself, you can learn to love others. Through being patient with yourself, you can learn to be patient with others. When you give, give in love. Take care of yourself first. Make sure that you're in good health, your bills are paid, your environment is comfortable and you have the things you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your divine heritage is to experience your life as loving. Not anyone else's loving -your own. Love is not a lofty ideal to strive for; it's as natural as breathing in and breathing out. It's unconditional in its simplicity. Keep in mind that we are in training to be loving to the highest degree, and keep looking for ways to let your loving heart shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114162968967005081?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114162968967005081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114162968967005081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114162968967005081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114162968967005081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/power-of-love.html' title='The Power of Love'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114162966167257863</id><published>2006-03-05T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:21:01.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day Matters!</title><content type='html'>Am posting sum stories i got frm da net not long ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 1&lt;br /&gt;Every Day Matters! by Caroline Hofstede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like I keep repeating the same words over and over again. Why do I keep looking back and why is looking forward so frightening? I have been part of this world for over 41 years and thought I had not found my purpose in life. For months I have been focussing on my partner and realise that however wonderful my words and writing might be I continue looking back. It was a great time and I enjoyed every minute of it still thinking that I did not want to lose that feeling and hold on to it forever.&lt;br /&gt;What are the reasons for dwelling on the past, could it be fear of the future? I continuously think of what I don't have that I become blind to what I do have. A relationship can open something inside us that is hidden away through the reflection of the partners love. Deep inside I am afraid and also too stupid to admit it, after all I am perfect and in control (so I thought!).&lt;br /&gt;Someone said to me recently "You are very lucky in relationships". My heart started to cry at that moment so hard that it almost exploded. Lucky yes I am! False protection and pretending not to love someone so it won't hurt so much when it ends seemed like a good idea but ignoring the truth is not! What have I been looking for in life?&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I had a person in my life that I adored and I wanted him to adore me just as much. He was my best friend and everything he did and said was wonderful. He was gentle, intelligent, creative, strong, weak and Mister Perfect. My purpose in life was showing him how wonderful he was and I did everything in my power to let him know. I had no success and sometimes became jealous of others around him and the attention he gave to them. I gave up and spent a lot of time on my own thinking how I could improve and become a better person so he and others would like me. I was scared, alone and could not talk about my fear and pain because I wanted people to believe I was perfect. I felt weak and started to hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;I ran away and created my own world where I was special and people respected and loved the imperfect me. No one but Mister Perfect was allowed to enter this world.&lt;br /&gt;I started my journey of life searching for Mister Perfect, someone I could love and would give me lots of approval and attention. I found someone who needed me to be strong and responsible and I wanted to make this work. His respect for me made me stronger but I could not feel perfect and I started to feel empty, incomplete and unhappy. He did not know because I didn't tell him that I closed my heart. He was not Mister Perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I met someone that I loved and adored. He gave me so much back and I named him my Mister Perfect. This was what I was looking for, true love. He made me feel so special and told me every day a thousand times he loved me. He just accepted me for ME and I began to understand the real meaning of love. It is not about being perfect but about giving and receiving, sharing with love and respect and being you. I allowed him to enter my world and just when I started to open up and learned to receive and live, he disappeared. I trusted him, I let him into my heart and he just disappeared. I hated life and found myself standing in the dark feeling lost and alone again. "Have I been here before"? It scared me so much that I ran away. Running away not wanting to face the truth, running away from life, love and most of all myself.&lt;br /&gt;Did I learn anything from this? Sharing and not only giving to get approval, love yourself first and share this with the other person. Why can I not love myself?&lt;br /&gt;I am going back in time trying to understand and I remember my first Mister Perfect. Did he not approve of me? Maybe I forgot to tell him how important he was to me because I was so busy showing to him the perfect me. I was not the only one in his life and maybe I was not open to receive, after all I was not perfect enough. I wanted his approval so much and to show him the real me. Did I ever listen to him telling me that whatever I would choose or do in life would be all right? I could never tell him the truth, how much I needed his approval, how insecure, lonely and frightened I was. If only I could tell him now.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and see him in front of me. Now or never!&lt;br /&gt;"Dad I love you and I think you are the most wonderful person".&lt;br /&gt;"I am so sorry I could not be there for you when you needed me"&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk and tell the most important person in my life that I do love him and admit that I am not perfect. I just want to tell him all my secrets, trust him, respect him, laugh with him, cry with him, trying to make him understand who I am, being there for him, let him into my heart, showing him my weakness and fear, sharing the rest of my life with him in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be perfect and I am not looking for Mister Perfect. I am learning to love myself, approve and accept myself. I want to give love as much as I want to be able to receive it. I want to live without fear, laugh about my mistakes and enjoy life again.&lt;br /&gt;I feel a hand on my shoulder and this person is giving me love, unconditionally. He whispers in my ear "Open your eyes and most of all your heart".&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and find myself in the present. The clock is ticking and I do not want to lose more precious time because every day matters. I just want to live again and I have to start today! I am looking at my wall and see a note, in the centre is written: Be Happy! I have been blind and deaf and I need to tell him today!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114162966167257863?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114162966167257863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114162966167257863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114162966167257863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114162966167257863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/every-day-matters.html' title='Every Day Matters!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114144598321029626</id><published>2006-03-03T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:19:43.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back folks!</title><content type='html'>IM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back yesterday at bout 8.30 pm.went to the office first.was talking to teh boss bout our trip.then syuk,who went fer da trip wit me sent me bck home wit da uni van.reached my apmt at 11pm.i was alone as my sis was back home.she drove bck home.shud b on her way bck now as she is on afternoon shift today.shes bringin fer me home cooked lunch n dinner!yahoo!!!!!tummy growling redy!cant wait to indulge in moms cookin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought my camera wit da cable to wrk today.showed the pics n videos taken to my collegues.they all r so 'jeles'(envious wit da fun tat we had in our trip.hehehehe.syuk is goin to segamat johor wit abs tom.4 days n 3 nites.pity him coz it is really tiring fer him as he was the onli one driving us.irwan jes came in n asked if i can take over his class tis week if he can go wit syuk.its betta if sumon who can drive da van goes wit syuk so they can rotate.the drive to segamat is bout 5 hrs.at least syuk wont feel so tired.they wil b leavin tom i spose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,bout my trip,theres jes so much to say!in short,it was F-U-N!the tiring part was the travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wil post bout my trip on mon.wil type it all at home n post it on mon k?its jes too much.ill post the pics on mon too!ive got loads n loads of pics!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go bck home tis week but im tired.dun feel like travvlin by bus n comin bck tom by bus as well.wil jes rest in my apmt n wash my laundry,wash the bathrum n clean up my apmt.sleep,eat n watch tv alot!!!!!!i need a good sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u guys have a great weekend ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to uma,welcome bck to msia n i hope u have a great time wit ur fly,ur darling n of coz ur frens!eat alot n have fun k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu guys on mon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114144598321029626?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114144598321029626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114144598321029626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114144598321029626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114144598321029626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-back-folks.html' title='Im back folks!'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114108805434500296</id><published>2006-02-27T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:54:14.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am stil here...</title><content type='html'>Grrrrr...I havent gone for the marketing trip tat i was supposed to go for yday!It was cancelled last min n we r goin not yday but today.I hope we do go today!Meanin ill b bck on friday onli....wil post sum stuff later.wan go have sum water now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114108805434500296?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114108805434500296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114108805434500296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114108805434500296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114108805434500296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/02/am-stil-here.html' title='Am stil here...'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114102264590010370</id><published>2006-02-26T22:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:44:05.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Trip</title><content type='html'>Yahoo!Am leaving to Temerloh,Pahang today after work.Boss smsed me on sat askin me and Lin to go for marketing trip.Am so xcited!Have alwiz wanted to go for marketing trip but boss kept sendin the malays coz its much betta for the Felda people.But since the others r bz wit classes n im nt teaching yet,boss is sendin me.Wil b comin bck on thurs nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil b gettin RM50 perday as pocket money.Hotel money wil b paid by Azhar,the marketin guy who is goin wit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packet my luggae n brought to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reali xcited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have neva been to Pahang b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil blog on how was my trip on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu guys on friday then!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114102264590010370?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114102264590010370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114102264590010370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114102264590010370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114102264590010370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/02/marketing-trip_26.html' title='Marketing Trip'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114102261755618098</id><published>2006-02-26T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:43:37.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Trip</title><content type='html'>Yahoo!Am leaving to Temerloh,Pahang today after work.Boss smsed me on sat askin me and Lin to go for marketing trip.Am so xcited!Have alwiz wanted to go for marketing trip but boss kept sendin the malays coz its much betta for the Felda people.But since the others r bz wit classes n im nt teaching yet,boss is sendin me.Wil b comin bck on thurs nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil b gettin RM50 perday as pocket money.Hotel money wil b paid by Azhar,the marketin guy who is goin wit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packet my luggae n brought to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reali xcited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have neva been to Pahang b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil blog on how was my trip on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu guys on friday then!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114102261755618098?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114102261755618098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114102261755618098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114102261755618098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114102261755618098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/02/marketing-trip.html' title='Marketing Trip'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114076688093693498</id><published>2006-02-23T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:41:20.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stil not alright</title><content type='html'>Am not fully recovered yet from URTI.had fever again yday evening.i get fever in the evenings onli now.was so worried yday tat i called up my sis who was at wrk n bugged her.askin her if it was chicken flu n wat were da signs....then got a crazy idea tat it can oso b throat cancer.my sis was practically laughin her head off in the phone.its jes tta ive neva fell sick fer tis long.i wud b ok in 3-4 days but tis time its gona b 1 week n i am stil not OK!my medications wil n finished by today.if i stil dun get well soon,im gona go c da doc tom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out fer lunch wit my bf to KFC.had fish burger as its bird's flu here in msia.not tat serious but im nt taking any chances here by eatin any chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf bought an olympus digital camera jes now....5.1 megapixel fer jes rm600 plus.a very good buy.the camera shop was havin a sale.now he doesnt need 2 keep borrowing my camera.hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive no idea wat im gona do tis weekend.i might go home tom after wrk.or jes stay up here n lazy around in my rum.if i dun go bck,my bf wud coem n c me on sun.hmmmm....stil undecided......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its very boring here at my wrkplace as i dun have any classes to teach yet.GOD,im dying of boredom!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis is off today so i told her ill sms her frm da lrt wen im nearby.she ll fetch me and we wil go buy dinner.its been days since i ate dinner.my tummy is not like a stone.i dun feel hungry at all even tho i have no dinner.been like tis since i fell sick.am forcing food into my mouth to die frm hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,Valentines tis year was nutin special.i was wit my family in penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even get da chance 2 buy my bf a Valentines day card.was planning to make  a card fer him wen i fell sick...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bf however suprised me wit a beau prsent.Bodyshop Strawberry gift pack-a strawberry body scrub,strawberry body lotion n strawberry parfum.....i smell so delicious today!....hehehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a 2nd hand dining table set fer my apmt wen i gt bck frm penang.saw the advert on the buletin board in my apmt n wen i called up to ask about the 2 door cupboard,i was told 2 get da apmt keys frm da guard.the apartment was suprisingly on the same block n floor as mine,jes a few doors away.wasnt impressed wit da cupboard but the dining table set wic looked like brand new caught my eye.it was on sale fer rm150.but wen i asked the owner,he told me i can take it fer rm100.it was too good so i took it....:)....we nw eat our lunch or dinner tat we buy bck on the table....hehehehe....looks more homely now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm...wat else can i rattle on?im not so good at bloggin now tat im sick.wen im sick my mood is a bit down.so my entries dun sound so cheerful.i hope to be well by mon.i long to feel healthy!!!!!!...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guys.thanx fer ur tips n wishes.shall cu soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-114067450076397239</id><published>2006-02-22T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:01:40.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly Jee Writes</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;its been quite sum time since i blogged.was in taiping n penang fer thaipusam.then on last sat,i fell sick.am stil sick now.went 2 c da doc on sat nite.da doc said i had URTI-upper respitory track infection...or easily said as troat infection..it worsened n i was on MC on mon.my voice is stil not ME.n i keep coughin frm time to time.i fell sick quite bad tis time.it had been a while since i fell sick n i hate being sick!i have no appetite, my voice is so alien to me, n i have bouts of fever.&lt;br /&gt;jes had honeydew n guava fer lunch as i feel full even tho i have an empty stomach.neways,the returning students r bck!the campus is not quiet nemore.i do not have any clases to teach yet as ill b onli teachin 1st sem students-which means da new students comin in next month......til then ive gt my hands full on the knowledge research thingy.&lt;br /&gt;hope u guyd out ther r doin fine!i read ur blogs even tho i didnt post any msg in mine.&lt;br /&gt;wil post more wen i feel betta!&lt;br /&gt;have a gud day!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114067450076397239?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114067450076397239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114067450076397239' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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onli....not feeling so well today...so fellow bloggers,ive jes been readin up ur blogs n not posting anythin...have a good weekend ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-114023459661782900?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/114023459661782900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=114023459661782900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114023459661782900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/114023459661782900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/02/invisible.html' title='Invisible'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-113929947290320062</id><published>2006-02-06T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:04:32.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamt so often of...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever dreamt of sumthin so often that u fear it?I have dreamt like about 1000 times that all my teeth falls off.Ive had tis dream for years,ever since i was a young girl til now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, at times my teeth is overcrowding my mouth til i cant even speak properly or my gums are swollen and in the end all my teeth drops.The end of the dreams are alwiz the same-i end up havin no teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once wen i was schooling,i told the dentist and the nurse about my dream and they laughed.The nurse told me that The Malay customs believes if u dream that all your teeth drop off,its sumthin good.Well,i dun think its good anyways!Scary man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brush my teeth every nite before i sleep.And if i am too lazy to brush my teeth,I wil go to sleep fearing that my teeth wil drop off jes like in my dream.Lazy or forgot,i end up dreaming tat dream.But the weird thing is even if i do brush my teeth n go to sleep,i do dream of it once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreams are SO REAL tat i can feel them!My swollen gums or etc.I often wake up fearin to find it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea on why am i having tis dream.Does any of u folks out ther have an interpretetion of my dream or sum sorts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u have a dream that occurs so often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis is basically my nitemare!I do hope my dreams come true.Sweet ones but definetely not tis kinda dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-113929947290320062?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/113929947290320062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=113929947290320062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/113929947290320062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/113929947290320062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/02/dreamt-so-often-of.html' title='Dreamt so often of...'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19270364.post-113929453972351258</id><published>2006-02-06T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:42:19.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Biggest Brain Damaging Habits</title><content type='html'>I got this in my email jes a few sec ago.Found it very NICE...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;People who do not take breakfast are going to have a lower blood sugar  level. This leads to an insufficient supply of nutrients to the brain causing brain degeneration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Overeating &lt;br /&gt;It causes hardening of the brain arteries, leading to a decrease in mental  power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Smoking&lt;br /&gt;It causes multiple brain shrinkage and may lead to Alzheimer disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. High Sugar consumptionToo much sugar will interrupt the absorption of proteins and nutrients causing malnutrition and may interfere with brain development. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Air Pollution &lt;br /&gt;The brain is the largest oxygen consumer in our body. Inhaling polluted air  decreases the supply of oxygen to the brain, bringing about a decrease in  brain efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep Deprivation&lt;br /&gt;Sleep allows our brain to rest. Long term deprivation from sleep will accelerate the death of brain cells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Head covered while sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with the head covered increases the concentration of carbon dioxide and decrease concentration of oxygen that may lead to brain  damaging effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Working your brain during illness&lt;br /&gt;Working hard or studying with sickness may lead to a decrease in effectiveness of the brain as well as damage the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lacking in stimulating thoughts &lt;br /&gt;Thinking is the best way to train our brain, lacking in brain  stimulation  thoughts may cause brain shrinkage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Talking Rarely &lt;br /&gt;Intellectual conversations will promote the efficiency of the brain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19270364-113929453972351258?l=babyjee82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/feeds/113929453972351258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19270364&amp;postID=113929453972351258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/113929453972351258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19270364/posts/default/113929453972351258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjee82.blogspot.com/2006/02/10-biggest-brain-damaging-habits.html' title='10 Biggest Brain Damaging Habits'/><author><name>Petite Queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07485488943434946054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
