<?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-20620476</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:59:38.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRooLZ MaNia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-7371177730535447287</id><published>2007-11-06T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:47:17.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Zapppp....</title><content type='html'>Rain, rain, go away...&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day... (can come on Deepavali???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah, why must rain today one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just about NOW, i'm totally pissed to the very core!!!&lt;br /&gt;The blardy mobile provider is playing funk with me again!!! Such an ARSE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-7371177730535447287?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/7371177730535447287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=7371177730535447287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/7371177730535447287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/7371177730535447287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-zapppp.html' title='Just A Zapppp....'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-1925558700284637337</id><published>2007-10-24T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:36:53.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Gone Are The Days</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since my last update on this humble blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recapped of what has happened the last few months;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm finally a confirmed staff as of 9th July 2007 (Yippeee!!! Pay has been       reviewed!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Our marriage hit the 5th year on 31st Aug 2007 (let's hope many more years like these to come...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Our company had many projects coming in and we hit more than we expected!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My boss gave us a very generous incentive for that hardwork and it came just in time for my festive. Thank you Boss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) We had Ramadhan for the whole month of September 2007 (okay, so i missed a few days of not fasting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I finally manage to get my ex-GYSS mates (well most of it) and organize a Ramadhan Iftar (reads = dinner) That was a success!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Hubby was given a project during the Ramadhan and the money was GOOD! Thank God for that... It was more than enough for our festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) We celebrated Syawal on 13th October 2007 and had loads of fun visiting and eating. And for the kids - money collecting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I would like to chance this oppprtunity to wish all my Muslim friends, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rx7Os8UyXpI/AAAAAAAAADs/QulWmg3QwFE/s1600-h/hari+raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rx7Os8UyXpI/AAAAAAAAADs/QulWmg3QwFE/s320/hari+raya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124760697497083538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to all my non-Muslim friends, hope you had a great holiday..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The exams are finally over now = no more stressful me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I'm putting on weight at all the wrong places!!! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah, to be frank, i'm just so f***ing lazy to update of what's happening in my life anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rx7NvsUyXoI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ul1bt97XCzs/s1600-h/Bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rx7NvsUyXoI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ul1bt97XCzs/s320/Bored.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124759645230096002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till i feel like penning down my thoughts, meooooowwwww......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-1925558700284637337?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/1925558700284637337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=1925558700284637337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/1925558700284637337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/1925558700284637337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-gone-are-days.html' title='Long Gone Are The Days'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rx7Os8UyXpI/AAAAAAAAADs/QulWmg3QwFE/s72-c/hari+raya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-4849841180049619767</id><published>2007-07-20T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:36:55.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something 'PERSONAL'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi! My name is Tan Gumpy. I'm Hers Truly 'PERSONAL' Assistant. She can't live without me, and She will never go and do without me. Not that She really depend on me, but i just help to keep Her dry. Ehemm... I think, that's too PERSONAL to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089113953167496850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RqAqLVgIVpI/AAAAAAAAACk/J06QCDEIF7s/s320/I%27m+Mariah%27s+%27Personal%27+Assistant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm not always this skinny. I'm normally covered with cotton-like clothes, like the ones on my head. That's about to go too if, She has to go. Most of the times, i'll be chuck un-handsomely in Her Ooohhh-s0-messy drawer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089115761348728482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RqAr0lgIVqI/AAAAAAAAACs/13NihQRrnys/s320/When+She+Don%27t+Need+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And when She's feeling lazy, that's where my assistance comes in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089152887046035122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RqBNllgIVrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VB6y5vnv5Zk/s320/Helping+To+Clear+Emails.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have to help Her reply Her email correspondence lah, do quotations lah and this update pon i have to do... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089152895635969730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RqBNmFgIVsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-id4_t3PkXY/s320/Checking+Her+Schedules.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, i'm trying to figure out Her schedule for installation and sorts. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089154510543673042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RqBPEFgIVtI/AAAAAAAAADE/m_MiOZL_2IQ/s320/Hide+%26+Seek.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;At times, when i try to hide from Her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089154514838640354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RqBPEVgIVuI/AAAAAAAAADM/mf65XGYP95M/s320/Making+Her+A+Drink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Because... other than doing Her paperwork and stuffs, i become a Tea-Lady. Have to make Her a drink and whatever shits lah. An today, She feels like drinking Horlicks. Phhhoooiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089155309407590130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RqBPylgIVvI/AAAAAAAAADU/SRp8_CBG0fA/s320/Answering+Her+Phone+Calls.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oooppss!!! There's a phone call. "Yes, hello, Good Morning. Who? Siti? Siti is busy now. Who am I? I'm Grumpy Tan the Toilet Roll. Don't know?!! You everyday use me also you don't know ah?!!" *Slams the phone*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some people are best hanged up than hanged on... That's about the shitty stuffs that i have to do for Her lor. So now, "Everyone Will Know What She Did Last Summer!!!" She does nothing the whole day but camwhoring as usual. Especially these days when Hers Truly Boss is out of town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a PERSONAL stuffs, but i'm being shared sometimes among colleagues. She really have to keep me to herself to make me really PERSONAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CamWhores!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089155313702557442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RqBPy1gIVwI/AAAAAAAAADc/73waM0lTdJs/s320/Picture+001+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A quick note: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Mr Tan Gumpy,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no such thing as PERSONAL anymore. Even Watson Your Personal Store is no longer PERSONAL as everyone gets to know what I buy over the counter... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours Truly....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-4849841180049619767?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/4849841180049619767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=4849841180049619767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/4849841180049619767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/4849841180049619767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-personal.html' title='Something &apos;PERSONAL&apos;'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RqAqLVgIVpI/AAAAAAAAACk/J06QCDEIF7s/s72-c/I%27m+Mariah%27s+%27Personal%27+Assistant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-6878514173917549881</id><published>2007-07-19T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:36:56.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents 33rd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the day my parents got married and they were blessed with 3 offsprings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from Doink saying that mum's not cooking and will be eating out, hence asking me to join along. I have totally forgotten about their Big Day if not for Doink (but apparently, Doink forgot about it too...) and not to mention Frat - someone who also do not know anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had dinner at Toa Payoh's HDB Hub - Fork &amp; Spoon. My Mum and Dad, lil Sarah, Kiddo, Hubby, Doink, Frat and Yours Truly... It's a small family affair but it was obviously a joyous dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mama and Papa, Happy 33rd Anniversary. May you have many many more years like this ahead. Love you both alot. Mmmuuaaahhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088747910284727906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp7dQ1gIVmI/AAAAAAAAACM/HyDsRRa-Qjg/s320/(29).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner @ Fork &amp; Spoon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088747914579695218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp7dRFgIVnI/AAAAAAAAACU/3DYEe6WayD8/s320/(49).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum and Dad with Lil Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088747936054531714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp7dSVgIVoI/AAAAAAAAACc/kVsDffdJxZ0/s320/(51).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Beloved Parents and Niece - Loving Each Other Always&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For more of yesterday's night affairs @ Fork &amp;amp; Spoon, do visit My Site&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-6878514173917549881?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/6878514173917549881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=6878514173917549881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/6878514173917549881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/6878514173917549881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-parents-33rd-anniversary.html' title='My Parents 33rd Anniversary'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp7dQ1gIVmI/AAAAAAAAACM/HyDsRRa-Qjg/s72-c/(29).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-1428135047428960983</id><published>2007-07-18T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:56:34.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Love Your Man Or Just Lust After Him?</title><content type='html'>What better way to answer this question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's 60% Love and 40% Lust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourfeelingsforhimlustorlovequiz/love-and-lust.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your guy are hot for one another, but you've also got a bit of a love thing going on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourfeelingsforhimlustorlovequiz/"&gt;Are Your Feelings For Him Lust or Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-1428135047428960983?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/1428135047428960983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=1428135047428960983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/1428135047428960983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/1428135047428960983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-love-your-man-or-just-lust-after.html' title='Do You Love Your Man Or Just Lust After Him?'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-1191585878028574073</id><published>2007-07-18T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:36:57.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action Speaks Louder - As Frat Would Say It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp1_41gIVdI/AAAAAAAAABE/lNuPp8SDWk0/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088363768409773522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp1_41gIVdI/AAAAAAAAABE/lNuPp8SDWk0/s320/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One at a time please... First thing first, coming into the empty office has been usual. Boss is always not around until lunchtime. IT Manager is scheduled in and out of office whenever he needs to. Leaving me alone in the office managing the calls and all other paperworks. Today, i have loads to clear for some projects. Mc Connell Dowell, an Australian based company has big orders to get me settled with no lunch. Bulls!!! Lunch is anytime at my liberty. I AM my boss's secretary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088364906576106978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp2A7FgIVeI/AAAAAAAAABM/7pW-Mn0hPYc/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's go through the quotes and the confirmed purchase order of network systems and lines for this Sentosa IR Project. Hmmm... Looks like somethings not right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088366568728450546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp2Cb1gIVfI/AAAAAAAAABU/cQFhVh-FgR8/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Arrrrggghhhh!!! No resources at Sentosa??!!! And they need to move in site full swing before National Day!!! Cabling takes ages for SingTel contractor to get the patch up done. Gawd!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088368110621709826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp2D1lgIVgI/AAAAAAAAABc/xKDuat6EgvI/s320/Picture+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have got to get this straighten up. Ms Inez Clement, MIS Manager for this company that i have been managing is a nice lady. But if she were to hear that her Sentosa Project is going to get hault up by some unmotivated labourers who take their own sweet time to patch up the copper cables, she's going to be pissed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088369330392421906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp2E8lgIVhI/AAAAAAAAABk/eB_ybKXD5Og/s320/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Errggh... Just how am i going to pacify her that everything will come close as scheduled? Boss is unreachable at some Pulau Bukom or Pulau Ular for a meeting. That's another big project... Well, hell! I'm just going to give Inez a call myself then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088370442788951586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp2F9VgIViI/AAAAAAAAABs/tPISk0YSlRk/s320/Picture+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; And Gawd!!! My supplier is raising their price on me. Damn you Poh. Damn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088371799998617138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp2HMVgIVjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0TAPMRYXNhA/s320/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had enough of this hiccups. I shall hand over this price increase to my Boss and let him deal with our supplier accordingly. Too much ah this Poh! Ahhh... i'm going to have my booze now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088372555912861250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp2H4VgIVkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KnxjaFdYRlA/s320/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Caffeine is the only thing that keeps me saint. When i'm all stressed up, this mug and it's content gives me the boost to start the day all fresh again. Boss's not back yet? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088373548050306642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp2IyFgIVlI/AAAAAAAAACE/VZi9HRmp9is/s320/Picture+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll take a peek at this gossip mag first then and shall get back to work later, till he stepped in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what's your excuse for not doing yours?!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-1191585878028574073?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/1191585878028574073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=1191585878028574073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/1191585878028574073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/1191585878028574073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/07/action-speaks-louder-as-frat-would-say.html' title='Action Speaks Louder - As Frat Would Say It'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/Rp1_41gIVdI/AAAAAAAAABE/lNuPp8SDWk0/s72-c/Picture+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-5788585729214689862</id><published>2007-07-12T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:36:58.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dad is finally backed from Indonesia today. A trip he made alone to visit my relatives who are still stuck there at Bawean Island with no possibilities of migrating due to documentation problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&gt;Bawean is an &lt;a title="Islands of Indonesia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islands_of_Indonesia"&gt;island&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a title="Indonesia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indonesia"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/a&gt; located approximately 200 km north of &lt;a title="Surabaya" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surabaya"&gt;Surabaya&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a title="Java Sea" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Java_Sea"&gt;Java Sea&lt;/a&gt;. The name comes from &lt;a title="Sanskrit language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanskrit_language"&gt;Sanskrit&lt;/a&gt; which means "there is sunlight". It is approximately 15 km in diameter and is circumnavigated by a single narrow road. Bawean is dominated by an extinct volcano at its center that rises over 650 m above sea level. The islands population is around 65,000. Approximately 40,000 live in the capital of &lt;a title="Sangkapura" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Sangkapura&amp;action=edit"&gt;Sangkapura&lt;/a&gt; and the rest live in small villages scattered around the island.&lt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm lucky I have been there to at least visit and see their lifestyle. I only wished they turn back their wishes and hopes of ever leaving their peaceful land. A land with no worries, no stress, no racism, no bills and best, no expectations. They may have to toil their lives planting and pruning and toggling hard work to earn a living, but hey, everyone there owns either their own land or bungalows. Yes! Land and bungalows. Land of padi fields, crops and vegs. House made of stone though barely furnished inside. Their pedestrian pavements are covered with marbles. MARBLES STONES!!! Which of course here, is a costly damn tile to even build for your flooring depending on the grade of the marbles. Their ash trays are even made of Marbles and so are their side table, the body of their bedside lamp, wall mirror and much more... What do we own other then a luxurious car? We live in a crampy HDB full of bills, debts and taxes! The air we breathe in is beginning to get more and more toxic with the mass of pollutants everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There, the air is fresher, like you've never breathe before. The land is greener like you've never seen before. No refinineries, industries and heavy machineries. The place where my relatives are calling it their home is an island tad bigger than our country land. You travel by a 3hr ferry from Surabaya, Indonesian. The ferry only departs from Gresik terminal to Sangkapura terminal (Bawean) on Wednesdays and from Sangkapura to Gresik on Sundays. Any other day, you have to ride on a fishing tongkang with no more than 20 pax, cramping together like sardines riding the rough Java Sea for a journey of 8hrs long. I can't imagine taking that ride. Even on a 3hrs big ferry is long enough to get me nauseated throughout. 8hrs on tongkang? Never mind, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086143094224082354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RpWcMlgIVbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mrdEa3Psr-k/s320/-Bawean1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangkapura Ferry Terminal by Sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The best of my visit to my aunts there was the 45min 4-wheel drive to the waterfalls. I think it's called the Teraga Kastoba, a Crater Lake, which to some believed that if you swim in it, you will become cursed and die. No, I didn't swim and never did try to dismiss any folklore... Just a leg dipped in the water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086143699814471106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RpWcv1gIVcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PzrvUcfn3Ss/s320/Bawean2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Teraga Kastoba - Crater Lake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Trekking up is of course needed to get to the better part of it and mind you, it wasn't an easy walk up the river. But it was well worth it and the rest of my families and Yours Truly really enjoyed it. Other best moments is like having lost our way in padi fields, going through a larger than life Bull that so happen to be grazing on our path and nobody, not even my big sized uncle dares to shoo it away because of its larger than us size. Hilarious but wholesome fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There are loads to share about on that trip of mine but that's pretty much I can relate for now. I'm just glad my dad is back safely as he wasn't too well when he left. He got the whole family worrying for him that throughout his trip, we never stop calling him to ask how he's been doing and sort. Will be dropping by my Mum's to have a peek at my dad today and see what goodies he had brought back home for us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next year, if God's willing, I will make a trip back there if my dad is going again. That time round, I’ll bring my hubby along to get a taste of nature with 'hand-catch' steamed fish, 'backyard' fried chicken and 'you-just-had-a-pat' lamb chop on the menu. Hehehe... I think, I won't let him lose his appetite. I'll just keep mum about the whereabouts of his food supplies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-5788585729214689862?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/5788585729214689862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=5788585729214689862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/5788585729214689862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/5788585729214689862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/07/hes-home.html' title='He&apos;s Home'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RpWcMlgIVbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mrdEa3Psr-k/s72-c/-Bawean1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-2419611503507026757</id><published>2007-06-05T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:43:02.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! I came earlier than i thought i would be! Hehehe... Let's just say that i'm having FREEDOM at work now as THE BOSS just left the building and i feeeeeeeel like 'Crapping'. Tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK : So far, so good. Can't complain more. Officially, i'm the only BABE in the company of 3 after my BDM left her designation. So, let's just say that i'm the apple of everyone's eyes. Yehehe... Being new in the line added +++ advantages as i can ask around before getting any finalisation done. I was told recently in a short catch up with the bosses that work performances from me is beyond imagination. For a moment when the news of having to be 'One Man Short' would mean that i wouldn't be able to cope with all the projects and sales that needs to be hand over in due time. But for the period where my BDM had left, i manage to take things one at a time with the her help (???) through MSN!!! Glorious work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, the boss is very happylah (of course). Because at a later part II, i found out, he's not a very hands on person! Bleargh!!! Anyway, I feel very motivated for all the praises he had stored for me, but that lasted me only for a mere 10 seconds for on a last note, he mentioned not to celebrate yet, as i have a nong nong nong way to go. Cheett... He say, "...to save it for later". Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE : Been good. The sunshine's shining bright (not brightly but... bright) on me. A little downcast some days with really heavy rain, but the sun's always back again in time to secure the mood. I thank God for that. Been out with some friends to some place that brings me and hubby back down Memory Lane. Sooo awkward at first, listening to music, singing our hearts out, shaking our legs to the rythm of the music. Once in awhile when our eyes met, we just shook our heads and laughed to the 'cockyness' display we showed to our them. Hahaha... but at the end of the day, we enjoy the most of it which is - the company of ourselves (both hubby and i).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$$$ : The Summer Sale is giving me a hard time to go out. Temptations is everywhere in Big Bold Banner that spells 'SALE' in RED every each time i turn around!!! My mailer has been flooded with GAP, Victoria Secrets and many more Private Sale invitations. Arrrggh!!! I gotta get a grip on myself. I just so like bought a $50 (discounted) pair of Timberland kids hiking boots for Kiddo which i know he will probably grow out of it in a years time. But i thought that was cheap considering the actual was at $109 (even at $50, i wouldn't buy for myself). I'm a cheapo person, you can say that again. I AM!!! And proud of it. I would scavenge the cheapest buy i can get and would influence it to my other half. But alas! The other half ain't nothing like me lah. No need to mention the other quarter. That one WORST! He wants what he wants ONLY and NOTHING else. My mum and hubby is my best shopping partner! One - what she shop, i can use/wear, the other - what i want to use/wear, can shop for me. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for now until my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s&lt;br /&gt;*Glad that Ketam is back in shape. Didn't really look like she's going to be 'expired' from her last entry (hope i will be like that when my turn comes - only not feeling sick but healthy as a Crab, wrong, as a Goat) but i sure am counting to the days "...where new life begins..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-2419611503507026757?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/2419611503507026757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=2419611503507026757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/2419611503507026757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/2419611503507026757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-i-came-earlier-than-i-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-8873741684410068455</id><published>2007-05-25T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:35:42.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A month had passed since my last entry. And so much had happen. Gosh, how time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been good so far. Picking up a lot of things and i'm beginning to love it. My BDM had left the company mid May, so i'm left with alot of pending sales and quotes which is currently picking up to be much of a Done Deal. I was fussing about when i heard about her decision as she was my lunching and shopping 'kakis'. Now that she's gone, i'm left alone to lunch with either my IT Manager or myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that sad thought of lunching alone has changed for i have finally found my ex-schoolmates who happens to be working around my work place. For my Lost-Found friends, "Yahooo!!!" we finally met and had lunch together. Pics will be uploaded in the weekends, with God's will (if im not busylah, ok babes) You all never change a bit (besides growing 'bigger' and 'taller'), hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up to you Gerl for making time to come down all the way from HQ to our meeting place (which is, "God knows where..." to you) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Didn't mean to leave you out of our lunch appointment. Just didn't think it would be convenient for you to travel down there. (Lain kali tak buat lagi, promise...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freelance manucuring service has given a positive outcome, with many more appointments in the weekends here and there. I'm trying not to take too much appointments as i do not feel like occupying my weekends with sub-jobs all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's niece is finally going to UK with the school tour, after months of anticipating. She's probably ecstatic right now, dreaming and drooling of all sorts. Hehehe... Need to loan her our luggage and bomber jacket as she has found out Manchester has drop near 6 degrees. On the whole, i wish her a pleasant, wonderful (she'll definitely won't forget) and safe journey throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the days to the arrival of my Crabby Junior Little. Wishing both Momma and Baby healthy and strong not like a Crab for this case (one stepped, kena crush) but like an Ox for once (one stepped, confirm kena butt-heading balik), yehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh yes, AC MILAN RULES!!!! (sorry Baby, for the lost of Victory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i would probably sign out now cause the Big Boss is back and that means.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... Till my next entry. Yes, you are so right! That would possibly be the end of next month. Hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-8873741684410068455?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/8873741684410068455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=8873741684410068455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/8873741684410068455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/8873741684410068455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/05/month-had-passed-since-my-last-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-5095428966286446609</id><published>2007-05-05T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T05:34:35.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April has ended. How time flies... I had a wonderful weekend. I finally went to JB on Sunday after 2 and a half years not setting foot there. You must wonder why? After all that news of crimes accross the peninsula, hubby just dread driving to JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That entry was a hitch ride with hubby's friend. So much to see. Hehehe... like there's really anything new. Everything's the same! No changes. The road still lobang-lobang, infact it was even bigger i think. Traffic's still poluted with air and mass of vehicles and peeps. Fashion changes a bit-lah. Not so minah and mamat. The only thing new that i saw, is the new (but still under-construction) Malaysia Kastam. Besides that we had dinner at Singgah Sana. Grab a few DVDs and then head home as we reach there pretty late and it's a working day for all of us (oh why didn't Labour Day fall on Monday). Not only did we reached SG at close to 11pm, we reached home finally at 2am. Why? Hubby drop by to a friend's house to finish some work. By then we were extremely exhausted, but as we got home, i and hubby managed to watch one of the DVD that we bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, work was usual and i'm getting the hang of it. More task given and i'm up for new challenges already. It's just that i'm not hungry for too much sales yet. Let me get the momentum at pace first before i jump to another hard task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day is Labour Day. Woke up at 10am!!! Took my shower and went for my marketing. On my way, called Doink to ask if she had any plans, but she said she's going out with Mum and Aunt Ma to Arab Street (Chet!!! Bedebah! Si Bagedil nih tak ajak!!! Dah tak kerja wkend pun tak reti lagi ke?!!)meeting up at 11am. Doink asked if i want to join. Memandangkan time dah pukul 10.30 and they are meeting up at 11, i gave it a pass and said not confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sulked the whole time i got back home and hubby asked why? I told him about their plans, then hubby blurted, "dah, go get ready. i'll send you there."  Yipeeee!!!!! After that, i had a great time especially with my precious niece, Sarah. As per Doink's entry, everything has more or less been told only plus is, i managed to get the lappie backpack that i had wanted at a great done deal of S$51!!! Yes!!! And it's fully padded....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! And that $8/suit fabric at one of the shops.... Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-5095428966286446609?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/5095428966286446609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=5095428966286446609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/5095428966286446609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/5095428966286446609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/05/april-has-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-6304869349838798811</id><published>2007-04-25T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:14:41.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the raining season? It's been raining the past few days. Hubby is not too thrill though he's always the only person that embrace this weather gracefully (murah rezeki weather) because he is down with a continuous flu. Hasn't been feeling too well lately. And he's always at his worst when the flu bug gets to him. Poor Baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's good news at work. Out of the whole 500 formality emails which my manager always think its redundant, paid off. Finally! I was almost at my wits end trying to improvise my correspondence, verbal conversations and product knowledge. At the end of the day (which is right now!) i felt totally good!!! Then again maybe i could converse at my pace today because i am all alone in the office. No worries about anyone hearing me fumbling with my words...&lt;br /&gt;Thank God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since the day has end for me, it's time for a lil retail theraphy to reward myself for another job well done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoooooooo!!!!!! Shoes.... here i come.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-6304869349838798811?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/6304869349838798811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=6304869349838798811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/6304869349838798811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/6304869349838798811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-1492461920500486777</id><published>2007-04-21T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:36:59.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two weeks had passed. It seemed so fast ever since i had started working in my new workplace. Seronok sey!!! Tapi yang tak seronoknya apabila diri ini masih tergapai-gapai dalam dunia IT. Fuhyooo... Bahasaku pon!!! Kherkherkher....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, few good news for me. Even though i am no longer working as a manicurist for a shop that supports local magazines, i am still being asked for to take the shots out of freelancing. So, what does this means? It means that throughout my patience and dedications in giving the best in the media industries, is appreciated and recognized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago, an Art Director for a Magazine, called to ask if i will be free or willing to take up an advertorial photoshoot, i hesitated but initially i took on the job. I felt glad after that. Hubby gave his support too in allowing me to do freelancing. So, expect to see more jobs engagement with this director. Alhamdulillah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer basis, not to worry. Have a few in hand that regularly calls to asked to do home service. Another alhamdulillah... Instead of pocketing the sum to the company, i will be pocketing it to my pants. Ishx3... Kayax3...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was my first weekend that i finally got to spent with my family, my Kiddo's soccer tournament. Though i have no interest in soccer, i tagged along to show my presence. Can't call that support (i think). So, here's to more coming weekends. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055788378295911282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RinEvkvgQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xOONTVYgmZU/s200/Braveheart+FA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Introducing Braveheart Football Association.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055788382590878594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RinEv0vgQ4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/E6YBRsFLYBw/s200/My+Eldest+Daughter,+Iryani.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Mummy showing her presence. The girls are just out to have fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055788386885845906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RinEwEvgQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_yupM19gKuA/s200/My+Youngest+Daughter,+Iryana.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kalau dengan si kecik pulak, asyik nak cari makan aje. Until bloated, cari tempat nak ZZzz pulak. Hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055788391180813218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RinEwUvgQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/0PSHucTApT0/s200/With+Husband.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This face is wherever the Kiddo is for soccer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was really a hot hot weekend. A late shower at the end of the tournament but all that was worthwhile for Kiddo reigns Champion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055788391180813234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RinEwUvgQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mk_s2mpTr0g/s200/My+Kiddo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Champions with the sponsor for that event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, that's for last weekend. This weekend is a spent-at-home day. Laundries to get wash and done, SA1's around the corner. Bila part nih je lemau i dibuatnya. Weak from screaming and repeating myself from saying, "PLEASE GO AND DO YOUR REVISION!!!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mommas out there, sound familiar to you? Yeah, those dreadful seasons are back again and this is just the begining...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-1492461920500486777?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/1492461920500486777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=1492461920500486777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/1492461920500486777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/1492461920500486777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-weeks-had-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bHijI5yrAk/RinEvkvgQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xOONTVYgmZU/s72-c/Braveheart+FA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-6287981364144181810</id><published>2007-04-16T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:26:51.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of What's Happening</title><content type='html'>Arrrrgggh!!! Don't give up Mar!! Don't!! Not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "...err, who's your network provider? how many user? what bandwidth are you looking at? bla...bla...bla..."&lt;br /&gt;Em: "&lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;, i hear you got new service &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;. With my existing access plan &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;, do you people create IP VPN tunnel or no need because got MPLS or it is my one is local loop?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "...err (&lt;em&gt;huh?! kong smi'taichi, walan neh, si bey chimp hoi&lt;/em&gt;...)tell you what&lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, why don't you leave me your email add, and i shall drop you an email quoting our quotes and all you need to know about our services. thank you &lt;em&gt;ah &lt;/em&gt;and goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;Em: (?????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i feel like walking around in the office with a paperbag on my head. &lt;em&gt;HELP...anyone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-6287981364144181810?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/6287981364144181810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=6287981364144181810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/6287981364144181810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/6287981364144181810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-of-whats-happening.html' title='Update of What&apos;s Happening'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-117622026963989681</id><published>2007-04-10T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:51:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT Lingo anyone?</title><content type='html'>2nd day at work... Fuhyooo.... fening2 lalatz member. So many abbreviations to learn. Not to mention the definitions of each!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband say, "You can do it! You can do it!" YES I CAN!!! This IT scope of mine is tough for someone who has no knowledge of IT before(not a single bit). But i am very greatfull with this company that willingly gives me the opportunity to scale from the very bottom(i really mean bottom like in the very inside of your arse!!!) with the dedicated help of the Sales/IT manager himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience, perseverance and performance is all i have to describe him. Every minute of his time wasn't spare for answering stupid questions of mine like, "What is ADSL/DSL?" etc.... Even at this moment of mine, i am still trying to figure out what i had just learnt today. 2nd day babe, lagi Honeymoon katakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insight on the first day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am - Reach destination (Orang tertentu lum sampai lagi! Sia2 tolak orang sampai nak jatuh kat mrt). Wait... and wait... and wait... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;9.30am - Bagedil nih baru sampai. Showed to my desk and being introduced to the rest of the team members which compromises of Charlie(&amp; The Chocolate Factory)no lah, the Sales Manager, Ling, my another Sales Manager and Larry, the IT Manager.&lt;br /&gt;10am - Settled down. Get all passport(ids, keys, tap card). Break ice with Ling.&lt;br /&gt;10.30am - The ZZzzz Monster almost got to me when Ling was explaining the nature of my scope, company's profile, who do i liaise with at SingTel, who are the agents, authorised dealer/distributor and so on.&lt;br /&gt; 11.45am - Got out from the ice breaker and was finally given a real task. To quote prices for our SMEs. Reply correspondence to clients on our services, at the same time introducing myself.&lt;br /&gt;12.20nn - Invited to have a quick lunch with my managers. Members belanja. Konon Welcome Lunch lah. Accepted.&lt;br /&gt;1.15pm - Freshies katakan... Nak cepat balik kerja. Anyways banyak lagi nak kena faham.&lt;br /&gt;2pm onwards till the end of the day, prepare quotations aje. But so far, I AM LOVING IT every bit of the '&lt;em&gt;WorldWideWeb'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, learn product knowledge. This, i really have to absorb soon or i will make a fool out of myself introducing the product(staggering about it) to all the IT managers in our SMEs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, i have confidence in you. So put tonnes of it in yourself. Down the road, we will be rewarded. But try not to take too long." the manager said. Very motivating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i say to myself once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES I CAN! YES I CAN! YES I CAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-117622026963989681?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/117622026963989681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=117622026963989681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/117622026963989681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/117622026963989681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-lingo-anyone.html' title='IT Lingo anyone?'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-117578593541814734</id><published>2007-04-05T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:12:15.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Holidays...Again</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's Good Friday. Wow!!! Pocketku koyak Mak!!! Let's see... Iman's birthday is tomorrow, my niece, Sarah's birthday is on the 8th and lil frat's birthday is the day after. Soon after that on Monday, i'll be starting my new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a looong break for this as i have finally left that blardy old work place with that evil boss of mine. How peaceful... I can't wait to be at my new work place. It sure offer me a good prospect in times to come. Syukur alhamdulillah. Berkat doa suami dan keluarga, rezekiku disana akhirnya. Come to think of it, i seriously have to get use to waking up in the mornings to avoid that rush hour traffic that literally spells 'MASSIVE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working outfit... fret no more, i'll just have to mix match whatever leftovers that i still keep for the past 3 decades. Orbit?! Apa orbitnya benda yang dah old fashion? Isn't vintage the fashion norm nowadays? People are wearing vintage dresses, grandmas pleated skirts/tops and ruffle blouses to the office hokay. Alah, doesn't matter the work wearlah. Most important thing, i learn fast and well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeee.... bestnya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-117578593541814734?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/117578593541814734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=117578593541814734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/117578593541814734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/117578593541814734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-holidaysagain.html' title='It&apos;s The Holidays...Again'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-117527712134055150</id><published>2007-03-31T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T02:52:01.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damsel In Distress</title><content type='html'>I have tons to blog about. But each time i look at the time i'm blogging, i get all stressed out. It's past midnight again. When? When will i ever get a normal sleeping time (some called it 'beauty sleep')? Insomnia? More likely an insomNIAC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about work lately. With the 'better half' not around anymore, i feel a little bit handicapped. I'm sure she's doing great now at her new environment with a different atmosphere. Better benefits and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas me on the other hand is suffering from a stupid rash!!! Been having this skin itch the past few days. I can't seemed to remember what triggered it, for as far as i'm concern, i have never suffer from any skin allergies. And right now, it's bugging me like though all hell break loose!!! " Don't scratch!" hubby kept reminding. Even as i'm doing this, i'm scratching all over, sub-consciously. I seriously can't help it. Calamine lotion, prickly heat powder, is of no use to me now. Got to visit a doctor soon, really. It got so bad that 2 days ago, it itches all the way to my face and for a few hours, i looked as though i've been stung by a dozen bees. Good thing was, i was at home resting . Can you imagine me walking out of the house looking like this &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/2061/1600/856225/warp%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/2061/200/332626/warp%283%29.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/2061/1600/186824/warp%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't i look like the alien from 'The Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy'??? You wish huh?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....when actually i could have walk out looking like this &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/2061/1600/912728/DSC00050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5433/2061/200/906596/DSC00050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuhyooo..... Scary sey....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-117527712134055150?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/117527712134055150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=117527712134055150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/117527712134055150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/117527712134055150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2007/03/damsel-in-distress.html' title='Damsel In Distress'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-116714816319899795</id><published>2006-12-26T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:49:23.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Bertahun babe, rasanya macam tak update benda alah nih. Fuhyooo!!! Sikit punya malas, macam mana punya bisnes person gitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daripada Ramadhan sampai ke Syawal sampai ke Kismes sampai ke Adha sampaikan nak tahun baru ler!!! Really busylah. Bingit, sebab desktop yang fana ni agak dah nak time dia ah nak mammmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lappie lak, bila dah bawak gi keje, niat tu memang nak update... tapi bila kengkawan dah sibuk2 nak pakai internet, ke laut pulak jadinya... Gitulah criter nyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, life have been great so far coming end year. Hubby had finally settled down on his new 8-5, 5 days job after his ORD. Working greatly for a reputable company at Loyang. My only wish is that his contract will be a permanent basis soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work for me otherwise have been busy. Been going out alot for photoshoots as well as busy with appointments. That's about for now. Till my next entry. Hope it won't be to long till my next.... Happy Holidays!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-116714816319899795?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/116714816319899795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=116714816319899795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/116714816319899795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/116714816319899795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/12/kwang-kwang-kwang-bertahun-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-116059560387336268</id><published>2006-10-12T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:31:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;7th October had been the day i have been waiting for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Iftar 2006 Sedara Ehson Ramadhan Outing-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuhyooo!!! Kecoh dentam dentum!!! But before i show all pics, i and hub would like to say many thanks to cuzzy brader Bu for the sumptious treat (lain kali jangan serik eh keluar lagi) hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang sakit jadi tak sakit. Yang tempang, dah boleh lari...heh!!! Pokok kata, bukan main jambu lagi sedara2 aku semua. Ye ler, nak meet up posing sana sini. Pasang baju, make-up, rambut dan yang terkini punya fashion, pasang crutches(nasib crutches tu dia tak lilit dengan lampu lap lip). Pendek cerita, you guyz rockz habis for being such a sport... (hmmm, i suddenly sound like a minah...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Big Cuzzins dinner (being paid by brader Bu). From sipi: Brader Rezal, Sis Noy, Sis Mil, Sis Doink &amp; Brader Lan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Couple of the year. Sis Crab &amp; Brader Mimi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't play2. These are the next generation of Sedara Ehson... (From left to right: Iman, Ash'ar, Faiz, Syura, Shafiq, Nurul &amp; Nurhaliza)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After dinner, we cuzzies proceed for desserts at Marine Cove-East Coast Park, Mac Donalds. Adalah satu incident nih yang tak dapat i lupakan. Sampai sekarang kalau teringat balik, lepak golek2 i dibuatnya Crab. An incident where Faiz, Crab's elder Prince's foot got pinned by this big 'Football' table. Kesian for Faiz... But seriously lepak tengok gelagat mak bapak dia. Bapak jangan cakap, memang dah macam gangster. Mak dia lak, sekali dia punya 'Lian' pun suah keluarlah eh... yehehehe... Wah respect sama lu lah Crab atas keberanian lu!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Mr Paramedic(Rosley), attending to Faiz's crushed toes. Nasib baik tak serious you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sis Mil &amp; Sis Doink. The sepupu sesama gajah dan sesama besau. Fuhyoo... Glam habis!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The SedaraEhsonInc.com.sg From left: Sis Crab, myself Droolz, Sis Noy, Sis Mil &amp; Sis Doink(Crab &amp;amp; Doink mesti jadi pengapit, tak paham)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Sis Crab &amp; Sis Noynie. Crab, bibir maintain ah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0078.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0081.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Droolz(si Kenek Gege') &amp; Sis Noy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0082.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And finally, The Ace of Spades. The mirror image of Sis Crab(which i'm sure you guyz already knew), but still i'm presenting you... Sis Magg(The Wiser). Sorry for her non-existence in the earlier pics, she's been busy playing slides at the Mac Donalds playground. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p.s: in each of us, there's always a kiddo, heh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For all that's worth, i have to seriously take hats off to 'The Unrelated' who had patiently be our 'Amat' for the day and not forgetting allowing us Cuzzies to mingle till late doing absolutely nothing but crank like the good old days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0079.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0080.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From left to right: Brader Rezal, Brader Ayie, hubby Rosley &amp; Brader Mimi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brader Lan, Brader Bu &amp;amp; Brader Mimik not in pic because they went 'rollerblading'. Brader Ritz, so sorry you can't join us. He had to take the raincheck for he is out of town. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/IMG_0077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; To all cuzzies, organisation well done! I had tonnes of fun and will be looking forward for the Raya Convoy!!! Cheerios!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-116059560387336268?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/116059560387336268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=116059560387336268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/116059560387336268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/116059560387336268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/10/7th-october-had-been-day-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115823165853575400</id><published>2006-09-14T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:10:28.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A quick update on the outing of 'The Cantiks' (self-confess, jangan mare).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little stale though, but hey babe, it's yours for you to keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SEOUL SHOWDOWN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kama &amp; Yan (The Host)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Kama%20%26%20Yan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Self-Confess 'Cantiks' (yah, i know. i syok SDN BHD)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/The%20Konon%20Jambus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yan &amp; Hub (Man)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Yan%20%26%20Man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mar &amp; Hub (Rosley)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Kama%20%26%20Rosley.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; There are more pictures but i have yet to upload. Till then babes, enjoy the moments...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115823165853575400?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115823165853575400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115823165853575400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115823165853575400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115823165853575400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/09/quick-update-on-outing-of-cantiks-self.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115805868365729816</id><published>2006-09-12T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T04:57:48.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wa sua kena tag again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer One:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;On The Outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eye Colour: Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hair Colour: Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Righty or Lefty: Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zodiac Sign: Mmbekk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Height: 1.68&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Two:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;On The Inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Heritage: Bawean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Fears: Being MC Hammer broke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Weakness: Cicaks and all in the name of GECKOS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: The 2 4 1 Canadian deal!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goal: Thousands of it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Three:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: "@#$%ing hell, im gonna be late!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your best physical feature: Ouuuch... My bon bon. Ahakz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your bedtime: 3am everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your most-missed memory: Shutting my baby bro in the store room. ahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Four:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Your Pick&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: None for me plurrlissss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Depending on how big is the appetite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Single or Group Dates: The latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addidas or Nike: Addidas ROCKZ!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: Nes...Kopi (heheh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Both!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Five:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Do You?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smoke: Been there, done that, haa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a shower: Of course. Twice a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a crush: My toe got crushed in the train. Countable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think you've been in love: Yes!!! With the slouch boho COACH!!! (Dear, u readin tis?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to get married: Twice?! No way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe in yourself: Darhling... lemme tell you that nobody else will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think you're a health freak: Never. Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Six:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;In The Past Month&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drank Alcohol: Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone To The Mall: Yeah baby, everyday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been on Stage: Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eaten Sushi: No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been Dumped: If i ever be, i'l make sure he suffer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dyed your hair: Last month.... no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Seven:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played a Stripping Game: Yes. Long time favourites!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotten Beaten Up: Pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Never. I AM AT MY OWN LIBERTY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Eight:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Getting Old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Age your hoping to be married: Pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Nine:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;In Guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Eye Color: Bi-color can? Oklah, brown...Deep set please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Hair: His natural color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Short or Long Hair: Short, unless he's Kevin Beacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Ten: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Were You Doing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Minute Ago: Lunching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Hour Ago: Working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Day Ago: Working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Year Ago: Working. Hmmm...borrriinngg...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Eleven:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Finish The Sentence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love: The Holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Feel: Bloated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Hate: Slippery cold-blooded reptiles. yucks!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Hide: Maldives map tattoo on my behind (i'l only get it remove once i've set foot there). Muahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Miss: Schools!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Need: World Theraphy, any form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Want: All those in my links to carry on this layering!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115805868365729816?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115805868365729816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115805868365729816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115805868365729816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115805868365729816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/09/wa-sua-kena-tag-again.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115804133039472541</id><published>2006-09-12T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:08:50.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a boring day at work with Wee Seah not around. My colleague is a good sport for laughs. She's a real clown as well. She is on MC today and i wonder if she's faking it to excuse herself to go for a job interview she had been eyeing for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe... I fake urgent leave yesterday claiming my kiddo is having asthma attack. I'm not praying for it to happen. Nauzubillah jauhkan. He's all well though he really had an attack a few days back during the school holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just keeping Dear company at home cause he had a day rest from his hectic work. It's been quite sometime since we spent the days alone at home without the kids around. And the weather had been wonderful. What a lovely Monday and it was well spent!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear gave me this article from the Sunday's Berita Minggu. A column from Dr Jazlan Joosoph. Really funny when comes to think of it. Funny a guy ike him who's well educated in medicinal course would actually share his petua he had heard during his datuk moyang time on how to prep yourself in getting pregnant with your choice or gender. I heard this from Doink when she gave birth to my beautiful niece, Sarah. Something about drinking soya milk and veggies if you want a daughter or son or whatever lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like, "crappy ah you nih!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Eh, betul ah Mar. I tak bedek. That's what i do while i was trying for Sarah. You try ah dulu, Mar." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmmm... Dah try macam-macam for 4 years, takde rezki ponnnn....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyway, it wasn't like we tonggang terbalik that day. It's just that particular article that tickles me and Dear. He was as usual anxious when it comes to trying for baby. The problem is me. I think i need time for myself. Spa theraphy anyone? Then again Dr Jazlan did mention at the end of his article that rezki ditangan Tuhan, kita hanya merancang, Dia yang menentukan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm like @#$*ing 27 yrs old now and Dear is a year older. He wishes at least 1 baby boom before he turn 30. Now i wonder if it is ever possible... Mummies out there, care to share your tips in getting pregnant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uwahhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115804133039472541?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115804133039472541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115804133039472541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115804133039472541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115804133039472541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-been-boring-day-at-work-with-wee.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115762142374953764</id><published>2006-09-07T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:30:23.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool!!! I will finally get an alternate Sunday off commencing October onwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And pay wise, it's gonna be revised by the end on this month. I likee having my lappie around now. It's makes me easier to update my blog using others' network for free. Yipeee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really looking forward for my alt Sundays off because then i will be able to spend more time with my family playing rollerblades, sporting and cruising and go JB with Doink in future (tapi kena tumpang). Hahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did all this become so easy negotiate? Well, maybe that's why i have the strong intuition about not taking that administator job at ubi. Life could be better here and indeed it's better now. Hurray......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115762142374953764?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115762142374953764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115762142374953764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115762142374953764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115762142374953764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/09/cool-i-will-finally-get-alternate_07.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115743277319730183</id><published>2006-09-05T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:06:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, a come back from hibernating. It's been a nong nong time ago since i update this thingy of mine. Heaps and tonnes of stories to be shared and heard but not all in today's entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, Dear is finally an ORD Pesonnel and is adapting to working out of Government bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second, FIL is recovering which is a good sign though he's more weak than ever but what matters most to all is his will to go on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Third, Singapore celebrated it's 41st time independence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fourth, Wendy Jacobs gave birth on the same day to a baby boy named Iryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fifth, Dear found an L-shaped sofa(still in tip top condition).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sixth, Kiddo and Dear found a computer table from Ikea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seventh, Dear found another thing to compliment the pc table, an office chair a week after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eighth, my cross-breed Siamese feline gave birth to 3 kittens, pure white, ginger and tortoiseshell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninth, i celebrated my anniversary for the fourth time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, i got a Compaq V3005TU notebook as my wedding anniversary gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yahoooooo....... (Actually it would be complete if he could throw in a YSL Muse bag with it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115743277319730183?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115743277319730183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115743277319730183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115743277319730183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115743277319730183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-come-back-from-hibernating.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115410319103386866</id><published>2006-07-28T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:13:11.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is too short to be enjoying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While i was laughing away at work with clients and colleagues, a shocking call came in between. "By, call mak urgent, bapak tenat." Then the line was hunged up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everything after that came in a blur. The first thought that came to my mind was to call back the caller which had called me, my hubby. Obviously his line was engaged. Tried several times but to no avail. What was i thinking? I called my MIL. She answered the phone and told me things in between sobs. I on the other hand was a blur + can't make out anything = PANICKY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After much consolation to my MIL to calm down... this is what she said, "Ti, bapak susah nak napas. Dah sepray ubat pun masih cungap-cungap. Tak bolehlah bapak. Mak dah tlepon rosle dah. Anak mak busu ader sini. Bapak tak osah bawak pegi hospetal. Bapak kata apa-apa, biarkan dia kat rumah je." So i didnt know exactly the condition of my FIL. All i can do is wait for Dear to arrive there and update me with FIL's condition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then another shocking call came. My sis said she received a call earlier from my hubby saying that his father tengah nazak. I was like..., crazy. I'm tied up with tonnes of appointment and can't seem to put it off. What is more infuriating than this appointments not being able to reschedule is having to call my MIL, only to hear an engage tone for the rest of half an hour or so. I'm lost...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next half an hour was a question of, 'will he or will he not?'. Telephone rang and it's for me. This time round was Dear in between sobs, "Dear, i want you to call Irfan's school and get him to come home soonest possible. Bapak don't look too good and i'm waiting for the ambulance." Without questions i made all the necessary calls and arranged my son's transport back home to his grandma's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Go ahead, i'll cover you, don't worry," said my colleague, Wee Seah. She must have noticed from my awry look and continuos anticipation of waiting for a phonecall, be it the company's or my handphone. "I'll just wait till Rosley call me then i let you know if i need to go soon, thanks."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All that started at 12ish. 1.30pm... 2.15pm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"How's dad?" Doc says he's in critical condition. He advised family members to give all the moral support he can get. And braced themselves should anything were to happen. They (professionals) are and will be doing the best they can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next few hours are just a pacing up and down for Dear and his siblings. They can't see him, can't go in, can't ask. All that till the start of the visiting hours. With just only a glimpse of FIL through opaque curtains in the ICU as and when the nurses check upon his condition. Other than that, no information given.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had enough of dreadful thoughts in my mind and being the only person in the Jimaen's family who is not present there now, i decided to knock off an hour earlier. Upon reaching there and seeing him lying on the bed with all the tubes (as big as my thumb) being poked all over his body, having his two hands tied up by the side of the bed, seeing him struggling trying to get up with his legs down off from the bed, his pulse rate beating like a non-stop drumline, his breathing like a fish being taken away of its oxygen, gasping for air, moaning and whining (all this unconsciously while teardrops slowly flow from his closed eyes) makes my heart crumbled... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tears started welling. My throat began to sore. I realised after, i was already sobbing like a small kid. He may not be my real father, there were moments of feuds before, but after all that has passed, the bond that we share were nothing like what i had shared with my Papa. With my Papa, it was all talk and no affections. Everything was straight forwardly. But with my FIL, he would kiss my forehead, my hand sometimes, he would hug me and pat on me, he would hold my hand when we walk together.  All these are the things i'm dying to do with my Papa. But we never get this close. I would really kill to have all these affections done with my Papa (gosh! how i miss him so much!!!). But i know it'll never happen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;45mins was all that i got just seeing him through glass door. I wished he had opened his eyes for me, but he didn't and before i knew it, visiting hours are over... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115410319103386866?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115410319103386866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115410319103386866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115410319103386866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115410319103386866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-is-too-short-to-be-enjoying.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115332466950973729</id><published>2006-07-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:19:25.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;All About Myself&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Name: Rosley Jimaen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hobbies: Watch soccer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School: Springfield Secondary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work: Freelance MC, consultant and future BABYSITTER. (marilah enrol, jangan seganx2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Horoscope: Saya bangga mengatakan diri saya seorang Aquarian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hair Colour: Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eye Colour: Black (Wifey kata brown).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skin Colour: Fair/Tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last 5 Digits of My Mobile: 24565&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Birthday: 02 February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Have You&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tried Smoking: Tried nicotine &amp; shesha, but never a SMOKER! (smoking is bad for your health)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drink Alcohol: Wifey kata should have been, 'Drank'. But anyway, "ampunkan kami penunggu gua, ampunkan kami..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been Hurt Emotionally: YES (Allah saja yang Maha menyaksikan...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep a Secret From Anyone: NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been on Stage: YES. (Lost count)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Favourites&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colour: White/Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food: Anything spicy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Number: 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cartoon: Tom &amp;amp; Jerry (meowwww)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Song: Slow rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Movie: Action-packed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Right Now&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wearing: Boxers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hairstyles: Out of the katil punya style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking At: My wifey and grinning at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking of: Siapakah gerangang 'monyet' yang mencipta game yang sesungguhnya tidak mendatangkan hasil!!! Tak paham x2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening To: My wifey's blog background music (yang sungguh irritating kekadang). Confirm lepas baca nih, dia tak bebual 1 minggu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Do You Believe in Love&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love: YES. I found love in my beloved wifey, SITI KAMARIAH BINTE MAHLI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faith: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yourself: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel: Mmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ghost: Mmm... My wifey knows me better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;In The Last 24hrs&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wored Jeans: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clean Your Room: Yes. Lazimnya selepas bangun tidur. Kalau tak, wifey potpetpotpet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cried: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Someone New: Client mintak DJ services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Person I Talked To on The Phone: My beloved wifey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Love Life&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do You Believe in Love: YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a Secret Admirer: Nak kata tak, mungkin ada. Nak kata ya, feeling pulak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do You Want To Get Married: Islam disahkan kahwin 4 tau. Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Old You Want To Be When You Have Kids: Dah ader pun. Cuma tengah plan nak ader lagi satu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Many Kids Do You Want: Another 2 more kalau selepas satu wifey tak gemuk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would You Have Kids Before Marriage: Hmm... Nih macam trick question jer... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do You Have a Crush: Errr... (By, can help me on this?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Do You Want Most in a Relationship: Lots of trust, understanding, jujur dan paling penting sekali kemanjaan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;In Random&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Favourite Local Footballer: Fandi Ahmad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 People You Run To When You Have Problems: Wifey, wifey and wifey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 Things You Do When You Are Stress: Listening to music or watch a movie, be alone and eat lots and lots of chocolate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 Prominent Qualities of Myself: 'Never-Give-Up' Attitude, Hardworking and Responsible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Would You Do if You Have 1 Million $: Bayar hutang, derma zakat and save.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are You a Jealous or Insecure Freak: Both. I know i'm a jealous person, but wifey said i'm an insecure man. Because i love you lah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Secondary Teacher: No favourites. All hates!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People(s) You Would Like To See Doing This Thing: My favourite nieces yang selalu baca (agaknya), Siti Ayuni and Siti Anati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s to SIL: tak dapat jadi babysitter, jadi tuan penasihat pun jadilah. i dah ader 3, leh kasi u tip mcmana nak pakai pampers, BUANG pampers. Muahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115332466950973729?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115332466950973729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115332466950973729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115332466950973729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115332466950973729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-about-myself-my-name-rosley.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115316112104403254</id><published>2006-07-18T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:32:01.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenapalah orang-orang nih semua tak henti-henti main game yang sesungguhnya memenatkan? Haiyah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALL ABOUT MYSELF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Name: Mariah Mahli (adik beradik Mariah Carey) ehem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hobbies: Handicrafting &amp; rollerblading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School: Balestier Pri Sch (p1-p3 half), Kuo Chuan Presbyterian Pri &amp;amp; Guanyang Sec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work: Daisy's Nail Cottage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Horoscope: Capricon (mmmbeeek!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hair colour: Blackie brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eye Colour: White outside, black insidelah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skin Colour: COKELAT (depends who's seeing it. heh!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-my hubby families kata hitam manis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-my mum kata celeng (boyan for hitam)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-my kawan kata sawo matang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-my hubby kata tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-my sis kata okay2lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-my bro kata, sudahlah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Status: Married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last 5 digit Of My Mobile: 04094(4094 slalu kena, tak beli rugi) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Birthday: 17th January (kalau takde presen pon, aku tak tau nak kata apa!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAVE YOU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tried Smoking: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drink Alcohol: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been Hurt Emotionally: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep A Secret From Anyone: Not that i know of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been On Stage: Dancing dancing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FAVOURITES...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colour: White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food: Anything hot &amp; spicy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Number: 7 (i loike!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cartoon: Disney's Fairytales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Song: Anything yang tak membingitkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Movie: Anything epic (e.i Alexander, The Ten Commandments, Lord of the Rings, etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RIGHT NOW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wearing: Spag top, boy's leg undies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hairstyles: Neatly half clip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking At: My LCD lah (camner kalu tak tengok...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking Of: What i'll be cooking tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening To: A Touch of Paradise-John Farham (Class 95fm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love: It really depends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faiths: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yourself: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angels: If that's an abbrev. for malaikat, Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ghost: And this one for SYAITAN? YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN THE LAST 24HRS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wored Jeans: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clean Your Room: Spring cleaning habis babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cried: A little sob ( Hub's uncle passed on today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Someone New: Client's sis who is on stopover to Europe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Person I Talk To on The Phone: My Darling Dearestlah... (ala bucuk2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVE LIFE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do You Believe in Love: Haiyah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a Secret Admirer: Haiyoh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do You Want To Get Married: Haiz...Pls refer to &lt;em&gt;Status&lt;/em&gt; above. Thk You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Old You Want To Be When You Have Kids: Biologically, before 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Many Kids Do You Want: Biologically, 4 (2 boys, 2 girls) MPVs wasn't made for nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would You Have Kids Before Marriage: If i'm still a Miss, DEFINITELY NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do You Have a Crush: Yesss... Hans Isaac &amp;amp; George Clooney!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Do You Want Most in a Relationship: Understandingness, sensitivity, honesty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN RANDOM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Favourite Local Footballer: Abbas Saad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 People You Run To When You Have Problems: Darling Dearest, Doink &amp; MsMischief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 Things You Do When You Are Stress: Take a breather, retail theraphy or stressed it out to sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 Prominent Qualities of Myself: &lt;strong&gt;Stubborn&lt;/strong&gt; yet &lt;strong&gt;patience&lt;/strong&gt; with lots of &lt;strong&gt;manja&lt;/strong&gt;-ness!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Would You do if You Have 1 Million $: Bayar apa yang patut, dana, takaful and... (entah eh? kalau betul2 ada duit, apa yang di-plan selalunya tak menjadi, hmmm...InsyaAllah...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are You a Jealous or an Insecure Freak: None. (My hubby's one lucky guy!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Secondary School Teacher: Mr Kwok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People(&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;) You Like To See Doing This Thing: At last!!! The List goes like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuzzy Crab, Big Sista Doink, Fren liNa Lapis, Lil Bro, Wise Cuzzy Magg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s: gerl, if you are reading this, pls note of the time i did this entry. lup ko nyer pasal ah babe wa sanggup sengkang mata seh... (sudin, mak kasi chance tau)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeahhhh!!! Now i can sleep next to my snoring baby hubby under the covers of his warm embrace... I'm coming baby!!! ZZZzzzzz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115316112104403254?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115316112104403254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115316112104403254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115316112104403254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115316112104403254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/07/kenapalah-orang-orang-nih-semua-tak.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115281998123036716</id><published>2006-07-14T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:46:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear had just lost one of his mentor to a sudden heart attack ... the talented Ishak Ahmad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He still can't believe he had passed on when the news got to him. But he had finally come to terms of his death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will melawat today at his reseidence, though some had gone around 11ish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My deepest condolences to the families of the late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115281998123036716?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115281998123036716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115281998123036716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115281998123036716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115281998123036716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-had-just-lost-one-of-his-mentor.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115275099306523056</id><published>2006-07-13T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:36:33.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so the answer to the brainteasers is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 Gives and 4 Gets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=Forgive and Forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Es (5 E)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=At Ease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ten Issues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=Tennis Shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right between Is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=Right between the eys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i line r&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=Eye Liner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahahahahaha.... Got it right? Almost there? Heheheh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115275099306523056?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115275099306523056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115275099306523056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115275099306523056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115275099306523056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-so-answer-to-brainteasers-is.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115258733979174139</id><published>2006-07-11T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:08:59.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having change my off day to today, i am pretty much free to do an entry. But right now, brainteasing is all that is jumping around my in mind. I wonder if anyone can manage to decipher these... It could be anything, sayings, titles etceras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GIVE GET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GIVE GET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GIVE GET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GIVE GET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@ EEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ISSUES ISSUES&lt;br /&gt;ISSUES ISSUES&lt;br /&gt;ISSUES ISSUES&lt;br /&gt;ISSUES ISSUES&lt;br /&gt;ISSUES ISSUES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i RIGHT i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i______r&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe... Happy decoding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115258733979174139?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115258733979174139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115258733979174139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115258733979174139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115258733979174139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/07/having-change-my-off-day-to-today-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115230065041635975</id><published>2006-07-08T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T03:30:50.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geesh!!! Look at the time!!! I gotta stop drinking kopi liao. I can't seem to sleep. With hubby spinning and not yet home, i'm always waken up by noises which i thought it's him opening the door(other than that, it'll be the boys shouting over the World Cup). Only to realize, it's false alarm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At last what did i do... get myself all tapping down this thoughts. Mimpikan lagi bagus. Haiyah... Just went to check on the kids. My God!!! Their room's freezing cold and yet they didn't pull up the covers and still looking so sound and peaceful. Si Princess leh on fan kecik pulak tu kat tepi bedside table dia! Kena Mummy dia macam gitu dah kaku beku! I switched off the fan, turned down the temp and adjusted the covers. Nice seeing them here. Missed them much. Didn't see them past 2 weekends. They've been begging to snuggle up the night in my room, but hubby said no. Since he'll be back late and will be tired, he wants the bed to himself and mine to retire. Alritelah... You're the Man, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;0320hrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why haven't the 'ZZZzzz' Monster call upon me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, some things are best done manually. Till my next entry, 'Good Morning' to all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whuarrrgh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115230065041635975?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115230065041635975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115230065041635975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115230065041635975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115230065041635975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/07/geesh-look-at-time-i-gotta-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115203272646771832</id><published>2006-07-05T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T02:02:02.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been tagged by my cuzzy MAGG. Gosh!!! Never been before. Anyway, here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 FAVS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Colour: White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Food: Anything spicy (but really, it's the slice fish noodle with milk at Liang Seah St. power gilerz! slurrrpppp!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Song: Anything by Save Ferris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Movie: Lord of The Rings and Troy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Sport: Rollerblading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Day of The Week: Thursday (for it's my off day always)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Ice Cream Flavour: Chocolate (especially Nuts About Chocolate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Car Model: Honda Civic (1st model to be expose to by my uncle and the very last to be sitting on, for our current car is indeed a Honda Civic and will always be...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Subject in School: ARTS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favourite Snack: Oreo biscuits (slamed dunked in milk. mmm...yummy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 CURRENTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current Mood: Cranky (uzurlah...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current Taste: Bitter (kerana uzur, makanlah ubat. still have the after taste. yuckers!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current Clothes: Hot shorts, spag top with boy's leg undies plus extra winged pad (ooopppsss!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current Desktop: Remotes, hps, coffee mugs...basically it all spelled 'MESS'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current Toenail Colour: Oleh kerana uzur, dan dah kerja kita sebagai manicurist (alasan..) jadi pakailah warna OPI-Yelling for Watermelon &amp; The Bodyguards Make me Blush (yes...2 colors alternately)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current Time: 0034hrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current Surroundings: My Love Shack aka My Bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current Annoyance(s): My hubby's constant snoring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current Thoughts: When was my last change of pads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 FIRST(S):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First Best Friend: Her name was Emillia Ismail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First Crush: His name was Ali Aziz (that was in P1 at Balestier Pri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First Movie: My Paps brought me and my sis to watch E.T at Chinatown Point Cineplex (kau! ingat lagi seh!) i remember it was a long walk from Raffles MRT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First Piercing: My ears at kedai emas accompanied by my Mams and MAGG &amp;amp; Crab's mum when i was younger (can't remember when but i do remember my aunt insist i should) that was at Toa Payoh alright. Followed by another 2 pair during teenage yrs which have totally closed on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First Lie: "Papa, nak duit lebih sebab nak kena beli buku. Teacher suruh." Padahal nak beli rubber band untuk main Zero Point time recess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First Music: My Paps ngajian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First Car: Was a Mitsubishi. A friend's father's (but that was just putting it into gear je...). No, it was my hubby's 1st car, Daihatsu Charade aka The Kereta Chipot (sorry Darling). So small, i would have no problem doing a 3 POINT TURN parallel parking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First Real Date Venue: Hmmm...can't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 LAST(S):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Drink: Hot Milo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Car Ride: Everyday in our car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last "Movie Crush": Huh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Phone Call: My step-daughters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Song Played: I know the song but don't know the title. I can't hum in here right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Food Ate: Banana Nut Crunch cereal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Thing I do before I go to sleep: Try for baby or on days like today, read Danielle Steel till i dozed off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 HAVE YOU EVER(S):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friends: My best friends are all girls and semua langsung tak handsome! No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever broken the law: Yeah (throw ciggies butt, almost kena CWO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever been arrested: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever skinned dipped: Always wish but never did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you been on TV: On Mat Yoyo as a contestant, in MTV for their advertisement and Channel News Asia for Beauty Spa Programmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you didn't know: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 THINGS YOU ARE WEARING:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot Shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spaghetti top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy's leg undies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feminine pad aka KOTEX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spectacles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did the laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came up with nail spa promotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nailed an event deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did groceries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 THINGS YOU CAN HEAR RIGHT NOW:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The keyboard going "Tap, tap, tap"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hubby's snores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cats' meowing for attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My families&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONEY (honestly, nobody can't live without a cent in Singapore) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 THING YOU DO WHEN YOU ARE BORED:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAYDREAM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 Beautiful Peeps to Carry On The Game:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) My cuzzy Mim (Her Royal Majesty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) My best pal Yan (LilGerlMischief)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) My Darling hubby who only reads but does nothing to this bloggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) My lil baby bro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) My 2 kitties can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115203272646771832?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115203272646771832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115203272646771832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115203272646771832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115203272646771832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-tagged-by-my-cuzzy-magg.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115151510414124974</id><published>2006-06-29T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:18:24.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's back to school for the kids. Yippeeee!!! Being put to bed early means Mummy can work on her things. Doing absolutely nothing but dreaming to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/her%20world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yah right!!!!! In my dreams only... Damn, i got to start working on his assessment rather than doing this impossible things. Heheheh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115151510414124974?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115151510414124974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115151510414124974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115151510414124974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115151510414124974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-back-to-school-for-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115038127786006962</id><published>2006-06-15T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:21:17.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not up for any entry today for my Monster isn't with me. Just some photos about where we go and what we did. Though not much but hope it's enough to fill for today's entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venue : HealthZone @ Health Promotion Board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28095%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28096%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids trying rock climbing. Purpose : Figuring which muscle pulls them up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28097%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28098%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing dentist (real replica of the dental chair). The kids learn about brushing their teeth the right way and all about mouth diseases. This part of the exhibition sure puts your kids off anything sweet for at least until the end of the day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28099%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28100%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All about body parts. That's about how much i manage to take a shot cause Mummy herself is intrigued by the exhibition. Now it makes me wonder why the hell did i hate Health Education at school. It's so interesting. For all Mommas out there, here is another educational place to bring your kids while the school holidays last. It covers everything your kids and yourself on health. I guarantee you will enjoy it too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's all for now, toodles...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115038127786006962?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115038127786006962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115038127786006962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115038127786006962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115038127786006962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-not-up-for-any-entry-today-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-115019808344657310</id><published>2006-06-13T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:02:54.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My patience ada limit. So does Dear's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow or rather, we are having a little trouble with the kids mother and stepdad. First of all, I'm hearing things about the mother wanting us to take care of one of the girls. Reason is, "Susahlah nak jaga dia orang. Asyik melawan aje abih bila time belajar asyik copy each other..." Whereas the stepdad pulak nak suruh kita amik dua2 nya sekali. Reason dia bagi lagi bagus, "Dia orang asyik fail je. Pegi tuisyen pun takde improvement. Kalau Siti jaga lebih baik, Irfan pun taklah fail aje..."(Mentang2 dah ada anak SDN Berhad, cari alasan nak tepis anak tiri) And the 'foundation' of the SDN Berhad dah masuk 2 tahun(nasib baik 2 tahun, comel lak tu kalau tak, takkan dapat kita punya sympathy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apa tak Irfan tak fail. Cuba bayangkan, memang my Kiddo tu bukannya sebijak mana but i believe with strong guidance and the attitude of ambik kisah, he will do well. I don't expect him to pass with flying colors like how the Chinese would normally want from their kids. For me, asalkan dia ada put on effort to study and the least pass above the average marks pun dah cukup bagus. Kiddo is very weak in Maths and to be frank the educational system now sucks. Coming back to Maths, do you remember any module solving during our time? Ans is NO. It's a whole long step and for my Kiddo's slow IQ, it's even more stressful for him when i step in to explain(al maklum bila pat study nih tikus boleh jadik rimau). Yelah, kalau kita yang baca, senanglah untuk fahamkan. And ever since P1 i ever tried to teach him my simple method. What i got back from the teachers was quite a suprising comment. "Dear Irfan's mother, i'm very happy to know that he have a very supportive environment to start with in his weakess subject but sadly, i would like to highlight to you that though, your teaching methods are deemed correct at the point of marking, we would appreciate if you could switch to module solving instead as what they are learning in their text. If you need more help on how to guide your child in his studies, we have programmes especially for teaching parents like yourself. For more information on this, you may want to approach the teacher in-charge. With your guidance and his learning in school, i strongly believe Irfan will excel progressively..." And thanks to his teacher, i started schooling as well. Each time i would go through his text to equip myself better so i can apply to Kiddo. Indeed, with my understanding in his school work and with his supplementary classes at school, it help him a lot. And with all that throughout, i was a proud mummy for 2 years consecutively (this 1st semester jangan point. That one purposely let him fail). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But for 'them' pulak, it's different. dah takde guidance at home satu hal. Ada supplementary class for the girls to attend at school tak allow. Instead, buang duit hantar the girls pegi private tuisyen. Itulah yang Dear kata, "Wah! Kaya, kaya, kaya! Duit nafkah orang bagi pegi buang kat tuisyen. Itu pun tak pandai2..." Some teachers kata kekadang ada logiknya. For Kiddo's example. his teacher ever once told me that not all private tuitions are reliable. Methods taught by the tutors is something all parents need to be aware of. At the end of the day, you want to make sure that they understand what they have learn. And it's worst for those whose parents just leave everything to the tutors to teach especially for the not bright ones to start with. Kalau budak tu dah pandai, lainlah kan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't mind at all if the girls kena campak to us. We accept with open arms. In future kalau bill melambung after that pun takpe, asal budak2 happy tinggal with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All i'm hoping for after my sacrifices and unconditional love to these childrens whom i do not bore, is that they will grow up and will come to their understanding how much i do love them as my very own because i really wish to put an end to all this about who's having who and who's staying with who. I want us to be a family without one having to be here and the other two to be at another... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-115019808344657310?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/115019808344657310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=115019808344657310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115019808344657310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/115019808344657310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-patience-ada-limit.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114995352202781997</id><published>2006-06-10T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:32:07.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I should be in bed right now, but i just couldn't sleep. This should be the time where i can snuggle up to bed first without any disturbance. I'm a light sleeper. No matter how shut my eyes are, seemingly asleep, don't be shock if i can relate to you what i heard or i assumed i heard throughout the whole night the next morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, how many times Dear got up from bed to go wee wee, how many times he toss and turn and woke me up just to ask me to turn my back off and hug him, how many times he would adjust the temperature of the aircon, how many times he would try to steal the covers from me, how many times the cats meow outside my bedroom door wanting me to let them in, and the list goes on... Many have recommended a glass of hot milk before bed. It didn't work. Others suggested a tiny 5ml of cough syrup. It only gave me headache upon taking it especially when you are not having cough. Yikes!!! Help... i'm having insomnia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even sometimes, if this pair of shutters just felt like closing down, i would normally just log off the pc. Just in case i needed a Solitaire to accompany me during my sleepless nights. Terrible... I look haggard, tired, and my complexion is screaming for "BEAUTY SLEEP!BEAUTY SLEEP!" Hmmm... which reminds me... I wonder how Wendy Jacobs did hers. Each weekend when i come to her house to fetch Kiddo, slightly always 15 after 8 at night, lil Iman would say, "Mummy has gone to bed already." Myself and Dear would go,"woow... already huh?" And she's preggy again my God and still loking gorgeous!!! (Lil Ilhan didn't like the idea of having a baby sibling one bit. Heheh...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, back to my problems, well what the heck. It's almost going to midnight and Dear will be be home soon. Even if i try to go to bed now, Dear's definitely going to disturb me till i wake up. I rather watch tv and spare myself with Dear's 'Hide-&amp;amp;-seek' jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freeeettttt....... Nite nite.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114995352202781997?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/114995352202781997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=114995352202781997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114995352202781997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114995352202781997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-should-be-in-bed-right-now-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114987246036162821</id><published>2006-06-10T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T01:01:00.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/1600/Image(081).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28081%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;World Cup's here!!! With Dear busy watching it, i now can have my time of peace for awhile. Anyway, Brazil is a long way to go so, i still got time to kill for myself. From tomorrow onwards, 7-11pm, he will be busy hosting the World Cup for 14 days... looks like i have to do lots of chauffering... Frettt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28080%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So much for World Cup - Peace!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114987246036162821?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/114987246036162821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=114987246036162821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114987246036162821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114987246036162821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cups-here-with-dear-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114961347464839235</id><published>2006-06-07T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:04:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, the school holidays have started. Now, i can start having my time at my own pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pros and cons though. The good thing about school holidays is, i don't have to rush home from work to fetch the kids. I don't have to worry about going back and still think about supervising the kids on their school work till late. I don't have to wake up so early in the morning to prepare the kids for school. I don't have to constantly remind myself of the kids curriculum and freak out about it. I don't have to scream no more at the top of my lungs to get their school work done. I don't have to go through their dictations etc, etc. That's alot of "I DON'T HAVE TO" and i'm loving it to every bits for the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess this break gives me a chance to relax and recuperate before i start the "I HAVE TO" to the above for the next term. Fuhyoooo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And 'THE' thing about school holidays is, having my kids bugging me on my arse every single day to take my leave from work to bring them out. Having them calling me a hundred times at work and on mobile asking me what time i'll be home. Having to hear complains from the caretaker how they have been fighting with each other. Geesh... There's no stopping to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about retail theraphy, haven't got 1 yet. Don't want to end up buying on impulse. Because, that's exactly what i don't want to add on to my storage. More Impulsive Buys! And people do that alot on sales periods. I'm one of them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a message from a friend who says she has passed her driving test and already got a licence. Ohh... Goody!! I'm happy for her. Don't know when's mine? Hope it'll be soon. For i think it's time i need Dear to have a taste of adrenalin sitting on the passenger seat. Heheh... And when that happens Dear, you better buckle up your seat belt!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114961347464839235?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/114961347464839235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=114961347464839235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114961347464839235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114961347464839235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-school-holidays-have-started.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114860499583494376</id><published>2006-05-26T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:56:43.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't at all a pleasant day for me yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, the old hack is around at work today, talking to me in an irrritating manner, like how bad the business is nowadays and that the location isn't a good placelah blah, blah, blah and more blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, i got a phonecall from Kiddo saying that he had received his report book with a down tone voice. Purely instinct that he didin't do well, i told him that im busy and i'll review it at home. Just as i was about to call it day, a very pitiful client walks in. I attended to her till 8pm with Dear waiting at the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On our way back to fetch Kiddo, i was comtemplating to tell Dear about my instinct so as to make him more prepared with the results. I don't want him to get all boiled up down there and give it to the boy(oh my God! the durians along Geylang road so blardy cheap! Gotta stop by for while). Me on the other hand, was terribly dissappointed of course. Apa tak nya, A week before exams, i purposely asked him, bila exams? He jawab tak tahu. And with no remorse pulak tu! Bila suruh revise, baring atas katil dengan buku tapi tidur. Menyirap!!! Tapi kalau main PS2, mata segar bugar sampai pagi. Bila suruh belajar, tengok jam pukul 10mlm, nak tidur. Haiyah, until i got so fed up that i let go the leash and discreetly let him fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother's know their kids own ability thru the attitude they reflex to us. Obviously with that kind of studying attitude, you know your boy's gonna fail with flying colours. So, the way to excel for him this time round, is to fail badly, getting STEAMED, GRILLED and BARBECUED by his father first, then he will wake up. All along he took his father's words for a ride i guess(i tell you the durian is very the lemak and the manis. tak sia2 only $2).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, with the results ayng sungguh menghampakan, all holidays plan for Kiddo will be put to hault for awhile. Bapak dia suruh dia belajar, belajar, belajar(during the holidays). Kesian... Inilah akibat tak dengar kata mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114860499583494376?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/114860499583494376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=114860499583494376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114860499583494376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114860499583494376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-wasnt-at-all-pleasant-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114820895089388785</id><published>2006-05-21T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T18:55:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hardly ever stay home alone on Sunday. But today is exceptional. Why?! Because the Man of The House and Junior went for soccer(he's really active nowadays even with the buncits showing off). I on the other hand had options to choose, but don't feel like going to the in-laws(though i know i'm expected there), my mama's not home except for my papa whom i dread having conversations with when we're alone and my sista ain't home, happily jollying around with the kids and hub and my MAMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uwaahhhh!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So boring! Dear and kiddo will only be back around 8 tonight. And i have 2hrs to kill to prepare dinner for the boys(hmmm...what to cook?) My cats have been meowing outside my bedroom door craving for attention ever since i step into the house. Oh shoots!!! Tomorrow's my colleague's birthday and i have no idea what to buy(guess just pow her angpow). And i seem to be blogging rubbish or more likely to exact, REDUNDANT stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate being alone sometimes... It's so much different with the girls around. Can kepo2 with mummy (speaking of which, i need to fetch them this weekend). Geessh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time out, need to prepare dinner. Hmmm... maybe i'll just preheat the 2 weeks old laksa my sis-in-law gave me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114820895089388785?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114820895089388785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114820895089388785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114814609423301345</id><published>2006-05-21T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:28:15.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The usual 'lepaking' in the weekends with my family. Beginilah kalau dah lepas dinner. Malas semacam macam takde tulang belakangs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Notice the cats at the background? Pun same2 lazing around after meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Until suddenly there is something flying across the tv that Comel(my kitten) tried to catch it, almost accidentally trip the camera stand. Shocking all of us from our after dinner daze!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fuhyooo!!! Close shave...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114814609423301345?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114814609423301345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114814609423301345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/05/usual-lepaking-in-weekends-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114805221442679764</id><published>2006-05-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:23:34.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just yesterday i brought my mum and sis to Grand Hyatt Hotel for lunch at The Straits Kitchen. It was so called a Mother's Day gift for my mum. Had a yummylicious lunch there. Ambience was nice. And it's blardy cheap for a buffet in a 6 star hotel like Hyatt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But things didn't turn out so well for me coz i lost my blardy $50 to nowhere!!! Great, just when i was about to pay the bill and my atm card(just when you needed it most) is with my hubby. Niat nak belanja akak aku yang first time mum. Tapi tak menjadi. Uhuk.. Instead, she come to my rescue. Sorry and thanks Doink. I couldn't sleep the whole night just wondering where the money go to. Hubby just told me to halalkan to wherever or whomever the money had cicir to. Just not my rezeki he says. Fret...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway Doink, hope you enjoy your 'own paid' lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uwahhhhh!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114805221442679764?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114805221442679764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114805221442679764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-yesterday-i-brought-my-mum-and.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114779548627635495</id><published>2006-05-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:04:46.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; With the exams over, i can FINALLY see the colour pink in Kiddo's face (as well as in mine's too). I guess he too is dreading the examinations period and looking forward for it to be over. And when it was finally over, i felt it came right on time as prior 3 days from it, it is Mother's Day(Phew! That's enough a present for me, boy!!! I can finally relax). I could see him trying pretty hard to figure out what to do(give) for me. I was, you can say, pretty excited mummy really kepo wanting to know what's up my kiddo's sleeve but only to my disappointment, i was hoping too much i guess. Coz Mother's Day falls on the weekends. The 'WEEKENDS' where all cousins meet at grandma's to have a jolly good time. Hump!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he have completely forgotten about whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fret i didn't, coz Princess and Monster gave something to me. And this year round it's a bummer surprise for a receive a little token from my niece, Ayuni. Aww, how sweet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A parfum by Avon from Monster and a set of pearl necklace from Princess.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A faux feathered rose flower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And from my dearest, sweet, hunny, bunny, hubby...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;An Adidas pair. I loikeee!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you all, Mummy loves you lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmmuuahhh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114779548627635495?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114779548627635495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114779548627635495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/05/with-exams-over-i-can-finally-see.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114736623573717995</id><published>2006-05-11T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:52:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mummy's Kiddo, Princess &amp; Monster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Only Monster that is close to my heart. Though not my biological daughter (i'm a virgin mum), she is the only one in the lot that has always manage to melt my heart. Far away she may seem, but the thought of her always brings smiles to my face. The youngest in the pack, she never fails to make me laugh with all her silly Q &amp;amp; A, whinings, complainings and rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the devil(sometimes) herself, i still haven't a clue how she would normally get away with everything. She would secretly picks on her brother and lashes out at her sister, but she would get away with it. Maybe she knows that all mummies needed TLC. So she would come tagging behind my arse to help with whatever that she can help with. Sweet hor?! Nope. All this for a reason. To be praise by dearest mummy so she can tell the siblings how good she is like how mummy have told her and how bad they are for not doing so... (causing jealousy in becoming mummy's favourite) Witty little monster eh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0097.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nur Iryana (The Monster)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things would be like taking a long bath with a 9yr old who, no matter how you push her away out of the bathroom, she manage to talk you into letting her bathe with you. Having a 22kg(half my weght) sitting on your lap whenever you take a sit. A live size doll snuggling beneath you armpit each time you lay on the sofa to watch tv. How she would make funny faces when you scold her for always complaining about others, etc, etc, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/101_0156.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nur Iryani (The Princess)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess is the opposite though. Very dainty girl who likes to pretend to be a grown up. She likes playing with mummy's high heels, handbags and accesories when mummy's not around. Playing from teacher to makcik bedah. Whenever reprimanded, she is one who will not answer back nor make any expression, only cry... She gets emotionally sensitive when i have to scold her or yell at her. And she would go on complaining how mummy always seems to scold her alot. The fact is when 2 sisters play together and there's a fight, i always picks on the eldest. Same goes when the bro is around and there's a fight. I picks on the bro. That's how it goes for me. But being the elder sis, she gets to boss around sometimes under my command. She's like my minutes girl, if i forget what to say, she remind me. Very resourceful for a 9 yr old(ngalah makcik kepo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0046.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muhd Irfan (Kiddo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for kiddo himself. He's alright. He knows how to take care of himself. He's all grown up now. Maybe that's how we want him to be. To be responsible. He is the younger Man of the house when the Man himself isn't around. He takes care of things for me sometimes. From mummy being fed to mummy being cleaned. He reminds me of those. Bright child indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i don't love the rest, it's just that i love this particular monster most. My only hope for her and the rest will be that they would all grow up to be a wonderful, beautiful and useful childs who appreciate my surrogate love to them which i have showered and will throughout the rest of their lives... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0056.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all Mothers out there, Happy Mother's Day!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114736623573717995?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114736623573717995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114736623573717995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/05/mummys-kiddo-princess-whinings.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114733547637440619</id><published>2006-05-11T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:17:56.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today is the last paper. I'm all the more stressed out as its the paper that almost everybody dreads doing... Maths!! I don't know how kiddo is going to end it but he better end it well. The 'forever nak lekas abis one' always makes silly mistakes which sometimes i think it isn't neccessary. Well, the goods news is i tak payah nak darah up up up and away lagi. Now i can relax at my own pace like going home late, go jalan-jalan with hubby, go shoppingy without least worrying about kiddo having to sit for exams. Hah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so like 2 weeks ago where the family enjoy an outing together on a hot hot sunny afternoon in Sentosa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nothing more fun than an outing together...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sun, the sand and the sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Freaking hot it may seem, but the kids had heaps of fun. anything that gets them out of the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/101_0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Having a tram ride coz said to say, the perpetually slow ride monorail had been removed for good. The only memories of my childhood ride in Sentosa is finally gone! Tsk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/101_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The remaining fountain near the Enchanted Cove of Tembusu(my favourite spot to visit-which is heavily mosquitos infested now). Nothing historical for the kids to learn now. Sentosa has turn into another urban development. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember those times when we would pack our bags with tonnes of things going to Sentosa by ferry? Duh, it's like going to another part of Malaysia for holiday and remember the excitedness? Now to Sentosa it's like going to Marina South. The less things the better!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114733547637440619?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114733547637440619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114733547637440619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-last-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114719498756413000</id><published>2006-05-10T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:16:27.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh no! I'm having the post-exams-blues. Not like i'm sitting for one but it's lil kiddo who's sitting for it. This year round, i'm getting really impatient coz, after growing a year older, makes him more playful than before. And right now, i'm about this close to losing my temper. But then again, i manage to find my cool. Leniency is sometimes the best policy some say. Nooo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lemer'(slow jack) is the best(Boyanese) word. Macam nak hentak kepala mua ni bila comes to studying session. What more does he want when he have spent having fun, lesson free weekends? All i'm asking is a little effort shown. I have said again and again that if you have put an effort to study and do well but it turns out not, i wouldn't have mind instead i just have to accept that you have got to do better. But if you didn't bother to and failed anyway, i would definitely turn out to be a very, very angry mummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respond: Silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reaction: None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suggestion: Tutup buku and go to 'te'dung'lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114719498756413000?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/114719498756413000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=114719498756413000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114719498756413000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114719498756413000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-no-im-having-post-exams-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114677125274595945</id><published>2006-05-05T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T03:34:12.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The In-Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday ended with a daily routine visit to the in-laws. Having my favourite companion awaits me every weekend but only to be dissappointed (sometimes) with my absence, i thought i should drop by that day after work with the rest of my family. And that companion is none other than.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0073.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my father-in-law..... (Bapak Jimaen)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Each time i came, he waits by me while i'm eating, drinking and etc, etc, etc. We chat alot too, from somethings to great nothings. A real joker in person and he loves me to bits, and also the rest of the Jimaens...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0074.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Siti Anati(3rd granddaughter), Amedah(dearest wife) and Rokiah(4th daughter).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0083.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Siti Ayuni(2nd granddaughter), Nur Syafiqah(4th granddaughter) and Nur Shakira(last granddaughter).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0076.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rosley(last child) and Nur Iryana(5th granddaughter).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0077.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nur Iryani(6th granddaughter) with Nur Shakira.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0079.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rosley with Muhd Irfan(5th grandson).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Muhd Aizat(1st grandson) and Muhd Hafiq(2nd grandson).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And last but least, the rest of the Jimaens...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/101_0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Captured on Hari Raya Puasa 2005.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114677125274595945?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/114677125274595945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=114677125274595945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114677125274595945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114677125274595945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-laws.html' title='The In-Laws'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114615564320148972</id><published>2006-04-28T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:39:35.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, today is a lovely day for me. It's my off day, yet i did lots of things, because hubby is around. He took mc to be away from his normal hectic day at work to rest at home but instead, the moment he came home, he spent most of his seconds close to me. From sweeping to mopping to fixing things that need to be fixed and lots more. Though he's not feeling well, he does all those. I appreciate that alot hub, i really do. Mama came over today to bring home cooked ikan pari masak sambal (one of my favourite) and lil bro too, all the way from school just to help me out. Thanks Dek. I'm loving it for a mean time. Once your hardwork project's over, do let me know. Thanks again, i can't wait. Till next time, doodles....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114615564320148972?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/114615564320148972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=114615564320148972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114615564320148972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114615564320148972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/04/lovely-day.html' title='Lovely Day...'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114426494523787947</id><published>2006-04-06T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:42:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;30th March was the day i went out with my girl to another girl's house. Can't believe that we finally met after all these years. Sulastri (better known as 'Makcik' in school), &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28027%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; had given birth to a beautiful baby girl, Sarah on 03.03.2006... &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28021%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Awwww..... isn't she a darl..... comel giler.... Here's looking at you, Babe!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28020%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even i can't stop holding her. Orang kata, yang nak anak sangat, kalau dukung baby, insyaAllah berkat dapat anak juga. Muka Sarah macam anak omputeh ler...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28023%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28022%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hah, gitulah kalau makcik-makcik dah jumpa, asyik berbual je. Anak Las dah hek sana, hek sini pun, dia buat dek je. The other 2 kids with Maz at the background is Las's 2nd and 3rd child. The elder, which is the kakak is at school. Fuhyoooo.... 4 kids babe. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28026%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Meanwhile, between talking hens and chicks, sempat bergambar... Lastly, for old times sake(takut lost contact lagi)...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28025%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28024%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Next gathering, with the rest of the GYSSs... Cheerios....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114426494523787947?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/114426494523787947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=114426494523787947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114426494523787947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114426494523787947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/04/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls Day Out'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114311275983781753</id><published>2006-03-23T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:44:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy, Lazy Afternoon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another day alone just by myself. Haaaa.... With hubby duty (not coming home), i had the house all to myself. Cook, clean and wash. Finally i see the decrease in my laundry basket. Yippeeee!!! Nothing much to blog today though, cause nothing interesting captures the digcam, although i do have something i caught on my mobile phone camera right after i woke up from my cat nap... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28008%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28007%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Image%28009%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fancy they having a nap and lazing around when ma'am is also sleeping. Lazy cats. They are suppose to catch lizards and cockcroaches. That's the reason i hired you guys. Looks like tonight there won't be any supper. No work, no bonus! Heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114311275983781753?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/114311275983781753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=114311275983781753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114311275983781753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114311275983781753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/03/lazy-lazy-afternoon.html' title='Lazy, Lazy Afternoon...'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114304052498472668</id><published>2006-03-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:48:21.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birkens, Betulas or Papillios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sibey jealous tengok orang-orang nih semua each owning at least a pair of papis. Not that i don't like them. I do, it's just that i can't decide which 1 to buy. Birkens, Betulas or Papillios?? Semuanya are a MUST-HAVE. Easy and comfy to wear. Moreover, you can wear it everyday. But, then again, i have yet to decide.... *sigh* Just a week ago, i was searching for my Americaya platforms. It comes in purple, black, brown, orange and green. It's so 60s 70s style. Memang, kalau teringatkan zaman platform dulu, memanglah kepok. It's so that i stumble upon this US InStyle mag that features all platforms, espadrilles and so on. It's very hot now. So while scouting for the one i like, that i chance upon this brand that have the one i really had on mind. Cebah ah! Try sana, try sini, sekali belek belakang, fuhyooo...$49.90 seh. Again i say, i nih cheapskate. When it comes to my own things, very the pelokek bakhil sungguh. Tapi kalau belanja untuk family, balance $2 until my next pay pun takpe (sesungguhnya aku ni memang miser). So, i lay low and decided to look for something similiar but cheaper by half (saya orang miskin tuan...). Cari punya cari, sekali takde. Tunjuk hubby pun sampaikan dia cakap, "asallah kedekut sangat, kalau suka, beli ajelah," sambil menunjukkan expression yang dia akan bayarkan. Lagi tak tau, angkut ler yang warna brown. Happy ler giler ko!!! Kasut yang paling mahal sekali yang hamba ada... Haiz... Next most expensive shoes, either 1 of the above. Heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114304052498472668?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/114304052498472668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=114304052498472668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114304052498472668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114304052498472668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/03/birkens-betulas-or-papillios.html' title='Birkens, Betulas or Papillios'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-114226535038726686</id><published>2006-03-13T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:46:03.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoppingy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having known as a shoe fetish by most of my immediate family, i have yet another pair to add to my collection recently. And mind you, as usual, i would scout for the best deal i could ever lay my hands on. By now, Dear has been immuned to my shoe-freak-natic epilepsy (muahaha...) so much so that he himself will help scout the nicest, unique shoe and yet cheap to add to THE Collector's Shelf (as i like to call it)!! We went down to TM (Tampines Mall) a few days ago, then i realised that there's an Ice Lemon Tea shop somewhere out there. Sebenarnya dah tau, sengaja aksen tak tau... Bring the boyz straight to that shop, knowing that are a few $10 shoes still left for sale. Selamat ada! Try punya try depan Dear, dia kata okay, apalagi, tak payah hegeh ah... Doink, you are well aware of how many pairs i owned. It's still questionable to you right?! To be truth, i lost count myself. And so now, i'm presenting to you, Blackie from Ice Lemon Tea.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/IMG_0153.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay Doink, you can tell me it's nothing interesting (..blearrgh) but wait till you see what else i bought from there at just $10 each...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/IMG_0151.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/IMG_0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A cream khaki cargo pants and another pair of shoe. Yipppeeee!!!! Yah, go on and blabber how cheapskate your lil devil is (Huahahahaha!!!!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-114226535038726686?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/114226535038726686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=114226535038726686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114226535038726686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/114226535038726686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/03/shoppingy.html' title='Shoppingy...'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-113859981418084885</id><published>2006-01-30T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:19:27.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yippeee!!!! With the Chinese New Year, i got so much holidays to make up to. Like doing the laundry, dishes, floors, cats and leisure. Lucky i don't have to come back on the 3rd day as what the fengshui lady told us to. Knowing that it's the most luckiest day to reopen any business, many employers and employees are coming back just to open the door for prosperity purposes. Me, on the other hand, are only coming back on the 4th day. But sad thing is, my following Thursday off is to be sacrifice because my fellow colleague is on Lunar New Year leave. But that's alrite cause i will be paid back on other days. And so for now, what am i going to do? Boring... I wanted to do the laundry but am just too darn lazy doing so. There are so many movies today but don't think i can catch up with any of it cause this pair of eyes are shutting off soon... What a day, what a day, what a day!!!! *sigh* Nampak gaya tak cuci lagi lah aku. Tunggu next holiday.... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0096.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-113859981418084885?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/113859981418084885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=113859981418084885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/113859981418084885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/113859981418084885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/01/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-113830084239386054</id><published>2006-01-27T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T02:40:42.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festive Oh Festive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Alrite, its been awhile since my kiddo's birthday that i've step in. Apa tak nya, hadiah dapat rollerblade pe, lagi tak tau... But really, that's not mainly the reason. 3 days ago, i suffer from food poisoning (macam sedih gitu...). I remember getting it after doing a customer who suffer from serious skin condition called eczema. Though its not infectious, here's how i got the virus. The bottom feet of hers was extremely dry, flaky and was peeling real bad that you can actually see open skin which is still raw from peeling. It was after cleaning up the cuticles and filing of her calluses that i started to exfoliate her feet. When you touch her feet, it felt like... grosssss!!!! Not a pleasant feeling at all. It's the kind of feeling that sends a tingling sensation down your spine (like when you see cicak moving across the wall? Hah!!! Macam gitulah perasaannya). Anyways, after her whole pedicure, i remember rinsing the foot bath without washing my hands with anti-bacterial. Oleh kerana waktu tu busy giler, i quickly eat my 2 egg prata that has been soaked in fish curry with my HANDS! "Ermmmm.... sedapnya prata mamak hari ni" Fikir ku!!! Dalam diam tak diam, tangan ni bawak virus ler.. Habislah malamnya. Mana keluar kat atas, mana keluar kat bawah, mana keluar kat atas bawah sekaligus pun ada... Dah jadi Merlion... Buueeekkk!!!!  MERLION??!!! Boleh jadi pun kerja Sarah Baby... Hmmm....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pendek kata, kalau tak masuk tu tandanya sibuk. Tangan kanan ni lenguh nak menaip. Hari-hari potong kuku orang. Kuku sendiri tak pernah nak potong. Simpan tu ada ler... *sigh* Okay, sehingga berjumpa lagi di hari 'HIGHLIGHT'. Tsk...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-113830084239386054?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/113830084239386054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=113830084239386054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/113830084239386054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/113830084239386054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/01/festive-oh-festive.html' title='Festive Oh Festive!!!'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-113699700641802856</id><published>2006-01-11T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T17:23:26.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Old For It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today wasn't a good day for me. Not really bad either. What i was referring to was just the weather. It was RAINING! And so i can't rollerblade. Yeheheh... You didn't read wrongly. I'm rollerblading okay! Because my Dear hadiahkan i rollerblade, in advance. Something that i ask lah, of course. Hah, tengok tu. Cantik tak? No offence Doink, but it sure does look better than the first pair that you ever bought for me. Remember? Harharhar... And it blades faster too okay. Gone ar&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/1600/100_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/100_0046.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e the 'Keretapi' days, in are the 'Bullet Trains'. Muahaha... Ye ler, dulu polis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pakai seluar pendek, sekarang polis pakai seluar panjang. Mana sama kan? Ahaiz.. Anyway, he didn't just buy 1, he bought 2. 1 for me, the other is for kiddo. Because kiddo's birthday comes before me, which is 4 days counting down from today. Dia lah yang nak sangat rollerblade! So we were contemplating. Me, on the other hand, was imagining... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiddo: "Mummy, leh Irfan main rollerblade kat bawah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy: "Asyik-asyik rollerblade, rollerblade, rollerblade! Tak tau nak belajar eh?! Buang rollerblade tu kang baru tau!! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiddo: "Abih hadiahkan Irfan rollerblade tapi tak kasi main pun buat apa?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy: "????? Iya tak ya jugak eh. Geliga kepala otak bila bab main-memain ni!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... And so i decided that i too should get a pair. Saja nak elakkan senario seperti yang dilakarkan daripada terjadi. So the least, it should turn out this way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiddo: "Mummy, leh Irfan main rollerblade kat bawah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy: "When i don't blade, you don't blade too!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muahaha... Sonang baitu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-113699700641802856?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/113699700641802856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=113699700641802856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/113699700641802856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/113699700641802856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/01/too-old-for-it.html' title='Too Old For It?'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-113656651511477189</id><published>2006-01-07T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:28:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest One..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/1600/Ayah,%20Yani,%20Fatin,%20Mummy,%20Yana%20&amp;%20Irfan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/Ayah%2C%20Yani%2C%20Fatin%2C%20Mummy%2C%20Yana%20%26%20Irfan.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/1600/Mummy%20&amp;%20Ayah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/Mummy%20%26%20Ayah.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/1600/Ayah%20&amp;%20Mummy%20In%20Ferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/Ayah%20%26%20Mummy%20In%20Ferry.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/1600/Ayah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/Ayah.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dear you, i can't sleep right now thinking of you. What we had just said to each other the other day really left an impact for me to think hard. How much time flies, i wonder...Looking back, i have neglected you in ways i unintentionally realize. You were right about me. How i get too carried away with my own things and responsibilities that i shun you from it... Please forgive me Dear for i didn't mean to hurt you, your feelings nor your needs. You were patiently good to me. Being here and there for me even when i don't need it. You were incredibly wonderful. A real wonderful Dear to me. I wish to make it right once again. I didn't wish to hurt you another time. Those wonderful moments we once used to share were fading , i know. But rest assure, things will never be the same again for us. You love me too much and it's high time i show you that i appreciate that love you have been showering me throughout. I really love you Sweets, and everything that is in you. This i can promise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-113656651511477189?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/113656651511477189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=113656651511477189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/113656651511477189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/113656651511477189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-dearest-one.html' title='My Dearest One..'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620476.post-113656469679890876</id><published>2006-01-06T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T16:37:14.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Too Furious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/1600/100_0061.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/100_0061.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/1600/100_0020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/100_0020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/1600/100_0023.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/200/100_0023.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/1600/100_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/1600/100_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wah lau weh! Si beh tired man today! I don't even know what i did today that tire me out. Work? Nah! I don't have much to attend to what... Maybe my cats lah. Yah! Cannot take it lah. they hor, really eat up my personal time. Everytime go back home must peep the food and their cat litter first. Habit lah! I also don't know why. After seing it already (especially the no good ones hah, you know what i mean lah!) my heart sure sink like Titanic one. Sometimes, i want to enter my house and straight away sit to rest my hubby and kiddo. But... can never do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because, to walk down to the hall, i must pass by my kitchen. That's where the cat's litter are. If not, my hubby or kiddo are kind enough to shout and tell me that 'something' really need to be clean, right away. I really need to get rid of my felinessssss fast! (...notice the 's'? That's how many i have, you know.) Hah! That's why lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, after feeding time, they (felinessssss) are ready for bedtime. So, much less active and noisy. Least i can rest peacefully. Kiddo just went to bed and hubby has left for work. And i am left here to relieve myself. It's almost midnight now, but i can't bring myself to sleep. Just down a cuppa. Probably the reason. Caffeine do shook me up. Can never kick out of it. Blame my Ma for allowing me to drink when i was younger. She convince me that drinking it every night keeps me awake to study for my exams and helps me to study with better minds. Ya Ma, it sure gave me a better mind to think. Your mind over body equations...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620476-113656469679890876?l=droolz79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/feeds/113656469679890876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620476&amp;postID=113656469679890876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/113656469679890876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620476/posts/default/113656469679890876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://droolz79.blogspot.com/2006/01/too-much-too-furious.html' title='Too Much Too Furious'/><author><name>DRooLZ79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163733197470203684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5433/2061/320/Mummy%26Kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
