<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155</id><updated>2009-10-14T22:01:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ LiFe GoEs On ~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>461</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-3028479120256379821</id><published>2008-10-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:39:03.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SOowbSUYX1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/fg4ffHIFI0U/s1600-h/20080928_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254065160613027666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SOowbSUYX1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/fg4ffHIFI0U/s320/20080928_0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i dono how to describe the feelings of this pic but i nearly teared after seeing this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-3028479120256379821?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/3028479120256379821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=3028479120256379821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/3028479120256379821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/3028479120256379821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dono-how-to-describe-feelings-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SOowbSUYX1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/fg4ffHIFI0U/s72-c/20080928_0416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-8345730047813695757</id><published>2008-09-29T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:16:00.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stand Up Ft Various Artists for Cancer Patients</title><content type='html'>Beyonce: The heart is stronger than you think&lt;br /&gt;It’s like it can go through anything&lt;br /&gt;And even when you think it can’t it finds a way to still push on, though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Carrie: Sometimes you want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t got the patience for the pain&lt;br /&gt;And if you don’t believe it look intoyour heart the beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Rihanna: I’m tellin’ you that&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, dust it off, don’t let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sheryl: Don’t you know you can go be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Beyonce: You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl: If the mind keeps thinking you’ve had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart keeps telling you don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sheryl/Beyonce: Who are we to bequestioning, wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH IT ALL, JUST STAND UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Fergie: It’s like we all have better days&lt;br /&gt;Problems getting all up in your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Leona: Just because you go through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Fergie: Don’t mean it got to take control, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Leona: You ain’t gotta find no hiding place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Keyshia: Because the heart can beat the hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Leona: Don’t wanna let your mind keep playin’ you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Keyshia: And sayin’ you can’t go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Rihanna: I’m tellin’ you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Miley: Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Rihanna: If you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Miley: Dust if off, don’t let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LeAnn: Don’t you know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Natasha: Can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LeAnn: Be your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Natasha: Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Carrie: You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ensemble:&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Mary: You don’t gotta be a prisoner in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ciara: If you fall, dust it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mary: You can live your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Rihanna/Carrie: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mary: Let your heart be your guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Rihanna/Carrie: Yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mariah: And you will know that you’re good if you trust in the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ashanti: Everything will be alright, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Light up the dark, if you follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mary: And it will get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mariah: Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Fergie: You got it in you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in now, find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in now, find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;Find it within you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Everyone: THROUGH IT ALL, JUST STAND UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Patients'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-5394608095466384641</id><published>2008-09-19T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:32:46.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carls Jnr, Sushi Zanmai, Waffle World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- Carls Jnr --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLxvANvEI/AAAAAAAAASw/iuq60QB36Ko/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247550939875621954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLxvANvEI/AAAAAAAAASw/iuq60QB36Ko/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juicy Thick Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLr4LZmjI/AAAAAAAAASo/7MfvYAKKP9Y/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247550839259241010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLr4LZmjI/AAAAAAAAASo/7MfvYAKKP9Y/s320/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLlOqyUkI/AAAAAAAAASg/vwFgkqmkTXE/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247550725037380162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLlOqyUkI/AAAAAAAAASg/vwFgkqmkTXE/s320/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Sushi Zanmai --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fresh Salmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLb4c5jxI/AAAAAAAAASY/nfBVVK4FBT4/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247550564454731538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLb4c5jxI/AAAAAAAAASY/nfBVVK4FBT4/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juicy Scallop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLUvr0ggI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CuN2qZ3dlAQ/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247550441842311682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLUvr0ggI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CuN2qZ3dlAQ/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beef Meat with Egg Omelette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLM73ESjI/AAAAAAAAASI/NhyH5JonOqo/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247550307671755314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLM73ESjI/AAAAAAAAASI/NhyH5JonOqo/s320/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLCdcvyjI/AAAAAAAAASA/bAcZ1DQaxB8/s1600-h/DSC00288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247550127709604402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLCdcvyjI/AAAAAAAAASA/bAcZ1DQaxB8/s320/DSC00288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chawanmushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMK4vEwYhI/AAAAAAAAAR4/n_CcHElmkyQ/s1600-h/DSC00289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247549960642126354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMK4vEwYhI/AAAAAAAAAR4/n_CcHElmkyQ/s320/DSC00289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Japan Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMKwVOnsyI/AAAAAAAAARw/7akHNZoHMMQ/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247549816265224994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMKwVOnsyI/AAAAAAAAARw/7akHNZoHMMQ/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMJMGvEPRI/AAAAAAAAARo/N0QR5KA5MHQ/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247548094387862802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMJMGvEPRI/AAAAAAAAARo/N0QR5KA5MHQ/s320/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMJD_f6OUI/AAAAAAAAARg/OifFAR-2jV8/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247547955006290242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMJD_f6OUI/AAAAAAAAARg/OifFAR-2jV8/s320/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Waffle World --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiling Sausage-Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMI5P1lgsI/AAAAAAAAARY/XWykNP-jFE8/s1600-h/DSC00320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247547770413613762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMI5P1lgsI/AAAAAAAAARY/XWykNP-jFE8/s320/DSC00320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cajun Chicken - Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMIwuCt_NI/AAAAAAAAARQ/BG4zdFa1EKo/s1600-h/DSC00321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247547623902936274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMIwuCt_NI/AAAAAAAAARQ/BG4zdFa1EKo/s320/DSC00321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blueberry Pancake - Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMIk7g-7aI/AAAAAAAAARI/KBBpE1mml7E/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247547421361106338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMIk7g-7aI/AAAAAAAAARI/KBBpE1mml7E/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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World'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SNMLxvANvEI/AAAAAAAAASw/iuq60QB36Ko/s72-c/DSC00235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-5629782114948544989</id><published>2008-06-15T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:35:46.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy Season 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SFTiBAa6nvI/AAAAAAAAARA/k5sj1wLDDVc/s1600-h/greys-anatomy-season-4-wallpaper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212039175695146738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SFTiBAa6nvI/AAAAAAAAARA/k5sj1wLDDVc/s320/greys-anatomy-season-4-wallpaper1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SFTh3hsaRzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8jX_wsK9eY4/s1600-h/124763097_851b8fec46_o2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212039012828202802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SFTh3hsaRzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8jX_wsK9eY4/s320/124763097_851b8fec46_o2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i finish watching Grey's Anatomy Season 4...in about 5 days (plus minus). and i can't wait for the next season!!  zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-5629782114948544989?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SFTiBAa6nvI/AAAAAAAAARA/k5sj1wLDDVc/s72-c/greys-anatomy-season-4-wallpaper1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-6879511052218288864</id><published>2008-05-25T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:17:39.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adioz Melaka...</title><content type='html'>the moment HR announce my date of reporting to PJ, my heart sank....a lil. i look at my working station...and my lil office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i remember very well, the 1st day i report myself to this office, i was shock and keep on complaining that the office is so small. and there's no toilet paper, no drinking water etc etc. i'm the one that liaise with few vendors to get toilet paper supply, to get drinking water supply, contact the electrician wen the electric went down, contact plumber if there's water leakage. basically im the one that manage the office *ehem ehem, proud sial*. until i get to know the vendors very very well and we were just like friends. especially the GDex guy that send parcel to our office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new boss was with us for about 2 months. and we were quite close too. so wen i inform him im moving to KL the coming 2 weeks on the fon, he went "HAH!!" freaking loud that i had to pull away the receiver from my ear. haha. he asked how is my new replacement. i answered "well, went quite pretty well, jus a lil blur due to tons of reports to be done". he continue "dowan blur ady, i had enuf of blur SA's, JB and BP SA still in blur land. if ur replacement still blur den i die la". haha. and he even add on that im d most reliable one. *ehem ehem...proud again". well, not to say i wanna brag la, since he's new and was with us for 2 months, he had been contacting me to clarify a lot of issues with me. *ehem ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that last Friday, nearing to 5 pm, he blast out an email to my ex superior and few coliks. his message was ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dear CCPL Southern Gang ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today marks Tricia’s last day in Melaka . She will be transferred to KL starting 26th.May.2008 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great loss to Southern CCPL , as she has shown utmost responsibility and competence in my absence in Melaka . She has also been a great help to the sales staff as well as to SAs in BP and JB .By today , her Audit preparations is almost , if not completely, done . With her in Melaka , I have no worries whatsoever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , to dear Tricia , you have set a high standard that Southern SAs will be hard to emulate . A big THANK YOU!!! to you for all the help and assistance that you have rendered during my short tenure here , and apologies for all the problems that I have created , which you helped in settling without any complaints .Here wishing you all the best in your future . We will certainly miss you ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...i feel so touched... *sob sob*. and exactly at 5pm, he rang me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :wats up Boss?&lt;br /&gt;Boss : nth la, just wanna say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Me : i'm just doing wat i can do and moreover its my duty to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Boss : but u had been doing way more then u have to do&lt;br /&gt;Me : "proud and was tinking if i stay till end of the year, im sure my bonus will be much more HIGHER! a lil regret ady..haha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;at tat time we were all preparing for audit, everyone was superb bz till i even had to go bek to office Saturday. and my Boss still take the initiative to rang me up... *so sweet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of these reminded me of last time wen i was at KL the very last day too. nearing to lunch time my Divisional Sales Manager came to me and say "Tricia, i hope u don have any lunch date as Mimi (My Senior Manager, paling tinggi punya BOSSS!!), want to belanja u makan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her i really appreciate the offer but i already have lunch date till i have to reject sum of them as i donot noe how to divide my body into pieces!! so i choose to have lunch wif my closest buddies that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i go again......KL.....wait for me!!!!  *sei, a bit home sick jor  =(  *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-6879511052218288864?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/6879511052218288864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=6879511052218288864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/6879511052218288864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/6879511052218288864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2008/05/adioz-melaka.html' title='adioz Melaka...'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-8105654385539575547</id><published>2008-05-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:06:49.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sichuan Earthquake 2008</title><content type='html'>sumting to share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKiWSgryI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xvkSzV-pBL0/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203217267199880994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKiWSgryI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xvkSzV-pBL0/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Song Xinying ,3, pulled out from rubble after being buried for 2 days.  She was in critical condition and lost a leg, but survived.  Her parents hold each other’s hands and shoulders face to face to make an arch to shield her from the falling building.  Her parents did not make it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKfGSgrxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CoUwtmZXDAk/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203217211365306130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKfGSgrxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CoUwtmZXDAk/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKbmSgrwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hZFMzUEOKRU/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203217151235763970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKbmSgrwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hZFMzUEOKRU/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKWmSgrvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZapqMEW7MW4/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203217065336418034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKWmSgrvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZapqMEW7MW4/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A 5 year old boy was rescued after being buried under rubbles for 24 hours.  His left hand was broken, but he smiled and saluted to his rescuers.  His smile made everybody cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKPGSgruI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ykC5dbTrw9I/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203216936487399138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKPGSgruI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ykC5dbTrw9I/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuan Wentin, 26, first grade teacher.  When the earthquake struck, she rushed to carry her stunned students from classroom on the 3rd floor to the ground.  She managed to pull out most of her students, but the building collapsed when she was trying to pull out the last few.  At the last moment of her life, she was trying to use her body to shield the students from falling concrete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKLmSgrtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MNsrqJdQ91o/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203216876357856978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKLmSgrtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MNsrqJdQ91o/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This high school student was rescued from the collapsed building.  She lost both legs, and her both hands are broken.  The rescue workers were all in tears when they saw this.  She smiled to them: “Be Brave!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Last but not least....the most touching scene I ever seen..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKGWSgrsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gJRmpTUoSDY/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203216786163543746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKGWSgrsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gJRmpTUoSDY/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This baby, after being buried over 24 hours, miraculously, was rescued unscratched.  He is about 3-4 months old, and his mother kneeled down, pinned her head and hands on the ground to shielded him from the falling concrete, and milked him.  His mother did not make it out.  A rescue worker found his mom’s cell phone in his wrapper.  It had a text message left by his mother: “Dear child, if you survive, please remember, Mom loves you forever…” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I guess this baby will always remember his mother's sacrifice and the message that had left for him.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-8105654385539575547?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/8105654385539575547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=8105654385539575547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/8105654385539575547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/8105654385539575547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2008/05/sichuan-earthquake-2008.html' title='Sichuan Earthquake 2008'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDWKiWSgryI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xvkSzV-pBL0/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-953496234474802890</id><published>2008-05-22T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:57:16.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something different from Taiwan</title><content type='html'>one of my hamsum colik went for his honeymoon at Taiwan. so he got us some 'souvenier' back from Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let see wat he got for us.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- ballz yang berkilat--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV1GmSgrrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/spTCi2Dn31s/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203193700714327730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV1GmSgrrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/spTCi2Dn31s/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;--another close up pix of cute bebola kilat--&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0_mSgrqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EfNUooOYVy8/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203193580455243426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0_mSgrqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EfNUooOYVy8/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- oh!! its an egg...sumkinda jeruk egg, taste not bad--&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV04mSgrpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NsVukJcDL44/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203193460196159122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV04mSgrpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NsVukJcDL44/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;wat do we have next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- a bra??--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0tWSgroI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GNPIwODAYhk/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203193266922630786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0tWSgroI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GNPIwODAYhk/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- its white chocolate....and its a shape of a breast!!--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate half of the 'breast' i gave the other to my sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poor thing we have to share one breast huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0i2SgrnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DekS-TYVM1Y/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203193086534004338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0i2SgrnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DekS-TYVM1Y/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;next we have....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--Calvin Klein spender???--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0ZGSgrmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wC4pOvs7lzA/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203192919030279778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0ZGSgrmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wC4pOvs7lzA/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- another chocolate....but its a 'penis' chocolate!!--&lt;br /&gt;the moment wen i put this 'penis' chocolate into my mouth, my sis was saying "Er Jie eating penis!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0SGSgrlI/AAAAAAAAAPI/MBjLwloh_-I/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203192798771195474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0SGSgrlI/AAAAAAAAAPI/MBjLwloh_-I/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and till we come to another tidbits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Sophie pad?? wat happen to Sofi sanitary pad??--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the package is cute huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0I2SgrkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zDvj8SAe9Xg/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203192639857405506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0I2SgrkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zDvj8SAe9Xg/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--and here it goes...its marshmellow...but not coated with 'jem' la!--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0CGSgrjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EWNlfMwRMIQ/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203192523893288498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV0CGSgrjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EWNlfMwRMIQ/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; interesting huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-953496234474802890?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/953496234474802890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=953496234474802890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/953496234474802890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/953496234474802890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-different-from-taiwan.html' title='something different from Taiwan'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SDV1GmSgrrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/spTCi2Dn31s/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-6568746560215561294</id><published>2008-05-20T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:51:16.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it happen again...</title><content type='html'>the tremor...i felt it again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-6568746560215561294?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/6568746560215561294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=6568746560215561294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/6568746560215561294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/6568746560215561294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-happen-again.html' title='it happen again...'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-2951034737383903547</id><published>2008-05-16T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:50:39.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lim Guan Eng</title><content type='html'>received 2 emails about Dato Lim, and i feel that i shud share these articles too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Email # 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untold Stories about Lim Guan Eng from Wong Ho Leng (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://yippeego.com/ypwordpress/?p=447"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://yippeego.com/ypwordpress/?p=447&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I had written 2 paragraphs about my visit to Guan Eng when he was serving his sentence in Kajang Prison. I made that visit in October 1998 together with Chong Siew Chiang.I had merely written that during that visit in Kajang Prison, Chong Siew Chiang and I had a heart to heart talk with Guan Eng for 1 hr. 45 minutes in respect of his legal case which had cost him his freedom, political office, professional career, pension and much else besides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had said that it was a sad but eventful meeting. I was economical in my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There is one aspect of my visit to Guan Eng that day that I did not write about. Actually, I could not write about it, because it was so, so humiliating and sad. I did not write about it because Kit Siang did not want me to see it. But I did see what Kit Siang desperately tried to let me not see it.&lt;a id="more-447"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kit Siang was supposed to drive us to Kajang Prison. He was busy that morning and our departure from our HQ was delayed a little. Kit Siang was speeding like nobody’s business. When we arrived at the Prison, we “checked” in at the office. It was at this time that I saw the prisoners walking out in their prison uniform for row calls at the wardens’ office. They had to squat in rows, every time and every day that they did so, and the prison wardens would call their numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked in, I saw the familiar face of a prisoner with an unfamiliar crew hair cut. He was squatting at the front row. Both his hands were placed over the back of his head …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We had a split second eye contact but I pretended not to see … It was very dissimilar to those other cases when I was required to visit the prison as a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, we met. Kit Siang did not join us. I would not know where he had gone to. Guan Eng started by saying that he wanted me to send a message to Party members and supporters in Sarawak not to despair over his fate. “Tell them that they can break my back, but they cannot break my soul.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we discussed his case, I knew that he was not well at all. He was pale and complained of body pain. He also complained that he had not consumed sufficient salt, the food being tasteless. We were worried that his fragile body won’t take him through. We were concerned about his safety in there. He assured us that the inmates there had treated him alright, that they all knew that he was wronged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unbelievable that even when he was at the pit of his life, he had his heart for the Party members, in our case, the comrades in Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We told him our view about the legal case. It was clear to us that he was fated to sit behind bars for another 10 months. He knew as much. Royal pardon was out of question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As Kit Siang drove us away from the Kajang Prison, he made sure that we had a taste of the signature food of Kajang town – satay. At the coffee shop, Kit Siang greeted the town folks who wished him well and to remain strong, but in his leaner body frame, I saw the pains that he had endured. Political adversaries had long accused him of cronyism and nepotism, and the building of a Lim dynasty. The fate of his son losing everything after standing up for a Malay girl who was raped by a Chief Minister, and having to languish in jail for 18 months, showed the cruelty and venom of those accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Siew Chiang was habouring many questions inside his chest and it took a long time for him to break his silence. He asked Kit Siang why he was speeding desperately this morning. Kit Siang then told us. He wanted to make it to the Prison before the row call. If we had made it in time, our meeting could begin, and Guan Eng would not have to take part in the row call. During the row calls, the prisoner had to squat in a row, hands behind the head … As the father, Kit Siang did not want us to see his son in that moment of ultimate humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew Chiang told Kit Siang that he did not see Guan Eng in the row. I said I did not also. Then Kit Siang told us where Guan Eng was squatted. He sped, because he had not wanted us to see the ultimate humiliation to his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But I had sinned with my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The signature satay was tasteless to me amidst cries of injustice that innocent people had to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On our way home, there was hardly any communication between us. Our hearts were heavier than lead. In my mind, I saw the flashes of a prisoner, hands behind his head, his face so familiar, squatting in the row like other inmates. I repeatedly asked myself whether Guan Eng deserved this. Why should I see that moment in his life when his father had wanted me not to? But that was what it was, for Guan Eng had to endure that humiliation for 365 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It was after midnight in Kuching not long after Guan Eng’s release. We had finished our party function and all were hungry for supper. We found a little place in order to replenish our tummies. There was no food left except plain porridge. I ordered some, teasing Guan Eng that the porridge must be better than what he was used to in Kajang. Guan Eng cursed me for reminding him of what he had gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That day about 2 weeks ago, when I stood for photograph with YAB Lim Guan Eng behind his Chief Minister’s desk in Penang, I recalled what I had seen of this man. From a humiliated prisoner, he had been vindicated by the powers in the people’s hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Much that YAB Lim had never responded to anything I said about his less than glamorous times behind bars, he will always remember the ultimate humiliation that a person had gone through. He will know the true meaning of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In less than 10 years, God has shown YAB Lim Guan Eng the way. May YAB Lim now shower mercy and love to the great people of Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Email #&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2 (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrmanager.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.mrmanager.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is written by Ning Baizura's manager &amp;amp; photos taken by him. CM travelling alone - wish him really safe journey &amp;amp; hope it is worth the effort to save Govt. money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Friday, May 02, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As Ning and I were lining up to board our flight to Penang on Wednesday afternoon, I spotted a familiar face standing in front of usin the queue. So I whispered to Ning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Look in front of us. It's Guan Eng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ning: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: YAB Mr. Lim Guan Eng, the Chief Minister of Penang .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning: No lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: Yes lah! I know how he looks lah. It's the CM lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning: Takkan CM jalan sorang sorang. If he's the CM, where's the bodyguards and the officers and the rombongan and kaum kerabat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tak percaya? Watch and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I walked up to Yang Amat Berhormat, introduced myself and asked to take a picture. He smiled and obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAB CM: Hey, I know you! You're Ning Baizura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning: YAB Lim, good afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAB CM: Come, come, we take a picture. Vernon , here's my card. Email me the pictures OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Definitely, sir.Ambik kau. CM pun peminat katanya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning and I really felt honored. But we felt more surprised that the Chief Minister of a state was travelling all by himself like any normal rakyat jelata. But the biggest surprise in store for us was yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we sat in First Class. I expected the CM to be seated somewhere in front of us but then I realised he wasn't in First Class.Where did he disappear to???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I popped my head round the curtain that veils First Class and Economy Class and guess who I saw sitting in the front row seat of Economy quietly reading the newspapers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAB Mr. Lim, you have my deepest respect. You have made history by being the first Chief Minister in this country to sit in Economy Class whilst in office as Chief Minister. You really mean what you say when you talk about cost-cutting. Sir, you have shown me leadership by example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I asked permission to take his picture sitting in Economy and he laughed. And I said I'd blogged about it and he laughed some more, and gave permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ketua Menteri yang berjiwa rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SC1dEkg-hJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5yMSV0uzgfs/s1600-h/DSC01156[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200915477785642130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SC1dEkg-hJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5yMSV0uzgfs/s320/DSC01156%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SC1dJUg-hKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XerqYM0_I7s/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200915559390020770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SC1dJUg-hKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XerqYM0_I7s/s320/DSC01159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-2951034737383903547?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/2951034737383903547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=2951034737383903547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/2951034737383903547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/2951034737383903547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2008/05/lim-guan-eng.html' title='Lim Guan Eng'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SC1dEkg-hJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5yMSV0uzgfs/s72-c/DSC01156%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-8063998329207477464</id><published>2008-05-07T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:32:38.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah Carey - Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is really touching and nice *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is for my peoples&lt;br /&gt;Who just lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby&lt;br /&gt;Your man or your lady&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We will never say bye&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers&lt;br /&gt;Friends and cousins&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples&lt;br /&gt;Who lost their grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Cause we will never say bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child there were them times&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it&lt;br /&gt;But you kept me in line&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why&lt;br /&gt;You didn't show up sometimes&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday mornings and I missed you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad we talked through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;All them grown folk things&lt;br /&gt;Separation brings&lt;br /&gt;You never let me know it&lt;br /&gt;You never let it show&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me and obviously&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more left to say&lt;br /&gt;If you were with me today&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could talk to you for a while&lt;br /&gt;Miss you but I try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And it's true that you've&lt;br /&gt;Reached a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I'd give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And be right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;But it's like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You never got a chance to see&lt;br /&gt;How good I've done&lt;br /&gt;And you never got to&lt;br /&gt;See me back at number one&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you were here&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate together&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could&lt;br /&gt;Spend the holidays together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I remember when you used to&lt;br /&gt;Tuck me in at night&lt;br /&gt;With the teddy bear you gave me&lt;br /&gt;That I held so tight&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were so strong&lt;br /&gt;You'd make it through whatever&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to accept the fact&lt;br /&gt;You're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could talk to you for a while&lt;br /&gt;Miss you but I try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And it's true that you've&lt;br /&gt;Reached a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I'd give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And be right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;But it's like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is for my peoples&lt;br /&gt;Who just lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby&lt;br /&gt;Your man or your lady&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers&lt;br /&gt;Friends and cousins&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples&lt;br /&gt;Who lost their grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Cause we will never say bye, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could talk to you for a while&lt;br /&gt;Miss you but I try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And it's true that you've&lt;br /&gt;Reached a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I'd give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And be right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;But it's like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-8063998329207477464?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/8063998329207477464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=8063998329207477464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/8063998329207477464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/8063998329207477464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2008/05/mariah-carey-bye-bye.html' title='Mariah Carey - Bye Bye'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-2831432865009621929</id><published>2008-05-04T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:36:14.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Jonathan</title><content type='html'>Dearest Jonathan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was lying down on my bed enjoying the cool air cond...u came to my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered wen i was doing part time job at a shopping complex, and while u were waiting to pick your gf up from work, u will drop by at my working place and chat with me. altho it was always a short conversation, but it was indeed nice to see you with a sweet smiling face while we were doing our chattings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remembered too wen my late cousin was seriously sick, u asked for his name and said wanted to pray for him. Thank you Jonathan for being so kind and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also wen my late beloved dearest mother was sick too, u and korkor asked for my mother's name and did prayers for her too...i was seriously very touched and i remembered too at that time you yourself was sick. but u still tink of others...Jonathan, really appreciate your prayers and your kindness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my mother about you ... she said "do ask him to be strong..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Jonathan, I'm sure u're happy up there with Him and u definitely will be a wonderful Angel! take care.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-2831432865009621929?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/2831432865009621929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-7869933780532348201</id><published>2008-05-03T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:52:03.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;upclose and personal with my ..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;jeng jeng jeng jeng ~!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-- Tricia's Fish and Potato, Mix Vege Salad ( Western Style ) --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SBwKWR4EL-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/qhp-INzn6UY/s1600-h/CIMG2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196039447950667746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SBwKWR4EL-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/qhp-INzn6UY/s320/CIMG2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SBwJ6B4EL9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gEtI1m9pbmc/s1600-h/CIMG2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sapa mau coba??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-7869933780532348201?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7869933780532348201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=7869933780532348201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/7869933780532348201'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SBMHVx4EL7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/pH6Hfg8XdbI/s1600-h/1_682758301l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193502866035453874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SBMHVx4EL7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/pH6Hfg8XdbI/s320/1_682758301l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so cute so cute so CUTE~!!!!!!!! *pinch pinch pinch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my ta yi's grandson...around 9 months...i remembered his birthday is 3rd July 2007 cos at that time, my ta yi was staying at our place taking care of my mum. but she had to rush bek to Spore since her daughter (wic is my cousin) delivering soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta yi even want him to become my mum's god son and bring him bek to let my mum see him...but luck wasnt by my mum's side as she didnt even get to say hi to her god son... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this cute boy...wen he starts to 'play music' (according to his mum, 'play music' meaning crying) his eye lids will start to red , as though puting some eye shadow...hahah! damn comel la...especially wen he wears tat jumper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna love him just like my god son too!!!!! can't wait to see him the next trip he come bek to Malacca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-7906673447207039932?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7906673447207039932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=7906673447207039932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/7906673447207039932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Pancake with Chocolate Hershey's Syrup --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SBlnyx4EL8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Kq9jrXTPSvQ/s1600-h/CIMG2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195297767228190658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SBlnyx4EL8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Kq9jrXTPSvQ/s320/CIMG2137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- Tricia's Ayam Ponteh -- (fon camera not good)&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SBL3oh4EL5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/5OMYp6oDLn0/s1600-h/DSC001861.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193485595971956626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SBL3oh4EL5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/5OMYp6oDLn0/s320/DSC001861.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Tricia's Asam Pedas --&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/3172605090177855708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/3172605090177855708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2008/04/cooking-cooking-cooking.html' title='cooking cooking cooking~~~'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/SBlnyx4EL8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Kq9jrXTPSvQ/s72-c/CIMG2137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-6113799691753118730</id><published>2008-04-24T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:50:12.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraine Attack</title><content type='html'>i was having a hard day at work .... staring at PC non stop from morning till evening, rushing for plenty of reports for FOUR different departments at a timeframe given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have unfinish task and decided to call it off. moreover, i nid to do some housework, pick up my sister. the time was 7.05pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked to my car, bout 5 minutes walk...my eyes blured...as i was walking, i strain my eyes to catch a clearer view. got into my car and drive off. minutes later, my vision getting blur, i slow down. reach home..and the moment i look at my sister, i saw her with one eyed girl! wtf...den i turn away and look at here again, my god...one eyed girl! my head start to ache...heavy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after settling housework and the fetching my sis procedures, i had my dinner...and the pain getting worse...no panadol no panadol! enuf of panadol...so i rest myself..but 1/2hour later, i cudnt stand the pain and i pop a panadol into my mouth. lie on my bed and hope for a better rest, but it sure is killing my head. i feel nausea...don tell me im getting migraine again! the very last time migrain attacked me was like 7 years ago! i was doing a part time job at a shopping complex that time when suddenly my head start to ache and in the end i make plenty of trips to the toilet to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy was having night class, but not sure what time she'll be bek. i sms her ... d pain was killing me that i don't even know how to spell some words wen i was sms-ing Amy. i keep on re-type my sms and notice my spelling are all wrong...wtf...by the time i was struggling hard to think of how the words are spelled, Amy reach home. she got me to the nearest clinic...on d way i vomited... =___=". doctor presribe me some painkillers and antivomit medicine... the moment i reach home, i vomited plenty of times... d pressure of my head getting heavier. without wasting time, i pop the medicines and rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sms my boss "Bos, please allow me to take MC as im not well. thx".&lt;br /&gt;and he replied me "MC no nid seek approval lar. rest well ya."&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum used to say "make sure u take care of urself properly ... wait migraine happen to u again den u noe". and i will answer her "migraine happen to me like last 7 years la..it wont happen again wan". but i was wrong... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-6113799691753118730?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-3138306329871947980</id><published>2008-02-03T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:55:51.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My very 1st ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Chicken Chop with Potatoes and Tomatoes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(siap taruk Highlighy Recommended! haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/R6Wd-6-CacI/AAAAAAAAANg/F4xcF6_GcMU/s1600-h/CIMG1872+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162706252157053378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/R6Wd-6-CacI/AAAAAAAAANg/F4xcF6_GcMU/s320/CIMG1872+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Fragrant Taufu with Shaoxing Sauce*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(lucikly my mum did told me what is Shaoxing Sauce b4)&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/R6Wd36-CabI/AAAAAAAAANY/k1RIV5AaGlQ/s1600-h/CIMG1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162706131897969074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/R6Wd36-CabI/AAAAAAAAANY/k1RIV5AaGlQ/s320/CIMG1869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Steam Fish*&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/R6Wdqq-CaaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CnXJ0tpD7lk/s1600-h/CIMG1865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162705904264702370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/R6Wdqq-CaaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CnXJ0tpD7lk/s320/CIMG1865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;on the way to learn....puddings and pancakes.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/R6Wd-6-CacI/AAAAAAAAANg/F4xcF6_GcMU/s72-c/CIMG1872+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-3926082091666985843</id><published>2008-02-02T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:32:37.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the changes of the generation....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st case scenario&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Lau pan, u just knock my car just now u noe anot?&lt;br /&gt;Sial punya Ah Beng : u park until so out bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;Me : u shud have honk me and give me signal wat (in my heart i said : or the most u shud try to slow down like other rational drivers do)&lt;br /&gt;Sial punya Ah Beng : i just &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; your mirror ok&lt;br /&gt;Me : *sweat!! gave him a headshake*&lt;br /&gt;Sial punya Ah Beng : don shake your head ok... *walks off*&lt;br /&gt;Me : *double sweat!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd case scenario&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : 1 ice milo and 1 hot coffee please&lt;br /&gt;Waiter 1 : ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Waiter 2 sending the drinks over--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : correction, i wan hot coffee and not ice coffee yeah&lt;br /&gt;Waiter 2 : *look at me with an annoying face* milo?!&lt;br /&gt;Me : milo is correct&lt;br /&gt;Waiter 2 : *walks off wif the ice coffee and minutes later came bek wif hot coffee*&lt;br /&gt;Me : sugar please?&lt;br /&gt;Waiter 2 : *looks at me again wif tat annoying face as though dono wat the hell im toking*&lt;br /&gt;Me : sugar ada?&lt;br /&gt;Waiter 2 : *with tat annoying face ask me* susu??????&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Sweat!* saya mau GULA....gula.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesimpulan dari both of these case : what happen to the generation now ???? paling keksim is my car leave a small scratch there and its oni 8 days old with me.....ZILLIONS OF KEKSIM-NESS! i ask korkor is tat road too small for tat car to pass by just now.....korkor say no and indeed very spacious.......... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-3926082091666985843?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/3926082091666985843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-1742111154028005988</id><published>2008-01-06T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:54:55.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doughnut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/R4BAnyPzxjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Q9Fxx8AYToo/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152189025959003698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/R4BAnyPzxjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Q9Fxx8AYToo/s320/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; im not a fan of doughnut-doughnut. i was like saying, doughnuts oni ma, nth special bout it....not my cup of tea ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the other day, my sis bought these doughnut from MP, and i taste one bite.....awwwww......it melts in my mouth. the fresh doughly doughnut give u the great TASTE! mamamia ~! especially the Blueberry Doughnut! (im a BIG FAN of blueberrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyy, not Burberry yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was at MP yesterday and saw them selling these doughnuts again. without thinking twice, i bought 'them' again!!!! since they're oni selling these doughnuts at a small booth for a period of time, afraid that they'll discontinue selling these doughnuts, i manage to ask the cute boy there whether they gonna continue selling these cute doughnuts or not. and yes, he told me they're from Yee's Bakery. so no worries, i can easily grab them at Yee's Bakery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-1742111154028005988?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/1742111154028005988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=1742111154028005988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/1742111154028005988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/1742111154028005988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2008/01/doughnut.html' title='doughnut'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/R4BAnyPzxjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Q9Fxx8AYToo/s72-c/DSC00484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-656231406730456140</id><published>2007-11-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:51:57.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lancome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancome - Hypnose Parfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/RzxAM2iyWfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/61BJwQJeqa4/s1600-h/999973_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133048264839551474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/RzxAM2iyWfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/61BJwQJeqa4/s320/999973_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lancome - Miracle Parfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/RzxAE2iyWeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TQs8C8EF3Tw/s1600-h/022055_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133048127400597986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/RzxAE2iyWeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TQs8C8EF3Tw/s320/022055_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sumhow, i still prefer Lancome perfumes(parfume) then the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sumhow, i still think Hypnose is the BEST! BEST among the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u smell so NICE HYPNOSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-656231406730456140?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/656231406730456140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=656231406730456140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/656231406730456140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/656231406730456140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2007/11/lancome.html' title='Lancome'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/RzxAM2iyWfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/61BJwQJeqa4/s72-c/999973_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-210704322886799193</id><published>2007-09-13T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:55:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tremor</title><content type='html'>i was lying on the floor in my bedroom resting wen suddenly i felt shaky for about 5-10seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out to cek my sisters and wanted to ask whether they felt anyting. but i dare not ask as im afraid i cud freak them out, so i waited for them to say sumting if they do felt it. but nth was voice out. so i tot my brain was playing trick with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few minutes later on, karen approach me with her hp and said "did u felt any tremor just now". i gave her a surprise look and said "ya". she told me my ta jie sms her bout the tremor thing too. we ask amy later on and she actually felt it too, she tot she had a headache earlier. hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i inform sayang bout tis and we went to &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/&lt;/a&gt; to cek any updated news. it turn out to be true tat another earthquake just attacked Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is the second time we felt this tremor. i just don feel so gud bout tis..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-210704322886799193?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/210704322886799193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=210704322886799193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/210704322886799193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/210704322886799193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-tremor.html' title='Another Tremor'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-3269056675164685085</id><published>2007-08-26T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:59:35.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially For Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://especially-for-mum.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-3269056675164685085?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/3269056675164685085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=3269056675164685085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/3269056675164685085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/3269056675164685085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2007/08/especially-for-mum.html' title='Especially For Mum'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-5935243919763953401</id><published>2007-08-16T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:36:08.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just not strong enuf</title><content type='html'>Dearest Mum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was lighting a josstick for u just now, my tears automatically flow down. i'm trying real hard to control myself ... but i wasn't strong enuf. i still miss u Ma, very much indeed ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'san yi' (3rd aunty) had been doing a lot of prayers for u so tat u can have a better and smoother life (which we're positive u're indeed experiencing it now). and she had been taking gud care of us. not oni 'san yi' alone, other uncles and aunties (your brothers and sisters) too had been taking care of us very well. so no worries Ma ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fren of 'san yi' called 'san yi' just now but 'san yi' went to temple to do prayers for u. i told her tat 'san yi' went out to do prayers and 'san yi' fren was touched and said tat was indeed very gud of her. Ma, u really have a gud family wic really take care of us well. we were lucky for tat too .. untill then Ma, do take care and wait for us at Pureland ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-5935243919763953401?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/5935243919763953401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=5935243919763953401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/5935243919763953401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/5935243919763953401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-just-not-strong-enuf.html' title='I&apos;m just not strong enuf'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-8988419421313938727</id><published>2007-08-13T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:02:30.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>Dearest Mum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House had became upside down since u're gone. all of us are not sure wat to do at times especially me, till i nearly broke down to tears wen i was doing the housework all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i had no idea how u handle the house chores all by urself. ur daily routine was to do housework early morning till 3pm. den had ur bath and straight to work wic is from 4pm to 11pm. and u came bek home after tat and did a lil housework. how did u manage to do all by urself ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta jie will be waking up at 630am doing washing etc until she was supposed to go for work. and as for me, after work i will be heading home making sure u're dearest Bao Bei , Karen did her homework. after dinner i will be washing the dishes etc as well. now we understand how u had been struggling to maintain this house in gud condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, it has been quite sumtime since we last chatted. i miss u ... again *cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-8988419421313938727?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/8988419421313938727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=8988419421313938727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/8988419421313938727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/8988419421313938727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2007/08/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-2289115785222152144</id><published>2007-08-10T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:58:43.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney MP3 Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/RrvUMYhyPOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/98ETBb_SIqM/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096900712507522274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/RrvUMYhyPOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/98ETBb_SIqM/s320/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-2289115785222152144?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/2289115785222152144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=2289115785222152144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/2289115785222152144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/2289115785222152144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2007/08/disney-mp3-player.html' title='Disney MP3 Player'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASFHc9Fggds/RrvUMYhyPOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/98ETBb_SIqM/s72-c/image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14232155.post-9088261566024038926</id><published>2007-08-09T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:36:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the memories came back ...</title><content type='html'>Ma, while i was cleaning ur pillow just now, i saw few strains of ur hair. and i started to miss u again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen dreamt of u the other day. she dreamt tat she hug u n cried. and with ur soft voice u said "haiya, my tis lil girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d other day ta jie was crying to herself. d moment i saw her cried i cried too .... we just miss u too much Ma ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time will heal..time will heal... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14232155-9088261566024038926?l=susyandgeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/feeds/9088261566024038926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14232155&amp;postID=9088261566024038926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/9088261566024038926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14232155/posts/default/9088261566024038926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susyandgeno.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-memories-came-back.html' title='and the memories came back ...'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933074799478971000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10961371203339036436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>