<?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-1290365316552815953</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:06:55.038+08:00</updated><category term='&quot;pussy&quot; songs'/><category term='swelling fingers'/><category term='my first posting'/><category term='gulley but satisfied'/><category term='mr'/><category term='Diaper Talk'/><category term='Glory Glory Man Utd..'/><category term='in midst of working'/><title type='text'>pinch me hard cause it is unbelievable at times!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-3848665905279104935</id><published>2009-07-11T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:03:52.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the road less travelled to.....</title><content type='html'>3 years have passed and looking at the rate that i am going, not truly satisfied as I felt that I can do it better? but it does leave wonderful memories, capping back how i told the 'MR' that I would love to start a blog as to document every seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months of my pregnancy, so that, once Nadrah grows up, she will have a chance to read through my fabs moments when she's in my tummy. but not all happen smoothly, as I do admit my flaws, works tends to drag me from having a consistent entries that i made a pact for. regrets i do but i shall not take the road less travelled no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sli3vDe8nEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/JBtPQQTX_DA/s1600-h/goodbye1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357233775774047298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sli3vDe8nEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/JBtPQQTX_DA/s400/goodbye1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begining a fresh page and it starts &lt;u&gt;with wordpress&lt;/u&gt;. not in my dictionary to prove its greatness against blogspot but let's conclude that its simplified everything for a 'uncoded' person like me. so do continue to read my pit-a-pats and once i understand the mechanism of WP, i will create the link. (what to expect, i am an uncoded person... i need time to relearn all this. =p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-3848665905279104935?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/3848665905279104935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=3848665905279104935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/3848665905279104935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/3848665905279104935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-road-less-travelled-to.html' title='from the road less travelled to.....'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sli3vDe8nEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/JBtPQQTX_DA/s72-c/goodbye1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-7446526580112266984</id><published>2009-05-25T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:40:09.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted me twisted hormones</title><content type='html'>Am i having the best hormonal twist till it gets on my emotion and  pulses out on my teary weepy gland making me to cry non-stop without knowing why? Too add on to this whirlwind motions, nadrah has been cranky lately, waking up in ungodly hours just to shrill for barney. Not that it ends there, she wld open my mom's room and pull her outside to main living room. I feel bad cause my aging mom has been having sleepless night and no; you would'nt caught me sleeping, snuggling to my slumberbed. Instead, i too would be on guard duty till she falls asleep. But once so, its working time. It has been going on for weeks. Can u imagine how my body clock now?At this stage, i even ponders what's up with my life as if all are going bad for me while my others acquaintaces always post never-ending gd news. Arrrrrgggghhhh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i pregnant for the 2nd time? Cause the last time i feel this way was July 2006.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-7446526580112266984?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/7446526580112266984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=7446526580112266984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7446526580112266984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7446526580112266984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/05/twisted-me-twisted-hormones.html' title='twisted me twisted hormones'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2631749977500401564</id><published>2009-05-17T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:48:21.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a plus-sized stitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sg-UHrW-ZiI/AAAAAAAAAss/l5EWOn89Lnc/s1600-h/champ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336646943076410914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sg-UHrW-ZiI/AAAAAAAAAss/l5EWOn89Lnc/s400/champ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think mine would be the yellow fig on the 2nd row&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i regretting it? at times i do. but i am a product of my own doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so shall not dwell on it further. like the mr would say, u are beautiful as a person and if u feel u want to lose that excess baggage; do it for your own self and health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thoughtful eh? but being a scorpio, we the species that can't accept any praises or good comments, cause we are just 'Scorpio'. just something random cause first i am still sleepy from my 'barney mayhem' with nadrah and last but not least, i am still sleepy from my 'barney mayhem' with nadrah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did i repeat that twice? gosh, i am SLEEPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too many things on my minds or action plans that i have yet to get it going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1) blog layout - need to change. i wanna black black black, 2 columns with my family shots. this has been on my mind since i start to blog in 2007. and i still have not add summer link. what to do, 'procrastinate' is my middle name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2) getting the capital - i wanna setup my own plus sized boutique??? i have search high and low for some fashionable plus-sized shops but none met my taste. either they have downsize the size (especially dorothy perkins. or i have grown extremely fat) or their line are so 'classic'. so please God, hear me out please. just give me $30k and i work wonders with it. for profits earned, i will distribute to the needy especially schooling children. can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(3) me a seamstress - with ref. to point 2. i wanna learn how to sew my own clothes especially baju kurung. this dream have been on my mind since 2000 and yet again, i shelved it aside. i need to relive my dreams as plus-sized designer. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, i am dreaming big albeit my size is big too. let me just creep to bed now and spur myself to have this dream. &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/1290365316552815953-2631749977500401564?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2631749977500401564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2631749977500401564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2631749977500401564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2631749977500401564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/05/plus-sized-stitch.html' title='a plus-sized stitch'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sg-UHrW-ZiI/AAAAAAAAAss/l5EWOn89Lnc/s72-c/champ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-999366349516187990</id><published>2009-05-11T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:18:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a threesome masquerade bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb1xg-B3DI/AAAAAAAAArE/_bbzox6_3DA/s1600-h/DSC_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334221039679429682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb1xg-B3DI/AAAAAAAAArE/_bbzox6_3DA/s400/DSC_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the threesome birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the above sums up my weekend. had a wonderful, hot and steamy BBQ @ costa sands resort (pasir ris). when i say 'hot and steamy' it is indeed is; except sticky would be the best synonyms for steamy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;theme was masquerades and that's the reason why they were wearing a mask each. felt like in new orleans - mardi gras minus the bejazzled chains, semi-naked women, carnival marching music or alcohol. instead accompanying or bringing the atmosphere to its name; were the bibiks rattles on about what's in or out, my lovelies charging to one another believing that they are power ranger overdrive, 'i want nobody by wondergirls' music played at odd frequency and the constant - ' eh eh, baik baik budak tue main terjun ajer. jaga dier eh!' (simply verbatim translation - eh eh, be careful, he/she just jumped only. take care of him/her eh')&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the noise created was a remedy to my hectic working week. what's more would be the 'expensive quality moments' that i enjoyed greatly. seeing, meeting, joking, interacting, laughing with them cures my 'work depression'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb4v3CGw0I/AAAAAAAAArs/ZHewQ79hpZY/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334224309777253186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb4v3CGw0I/AAAAAAAAArs/ZHewQ79hpZY/s400/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sue with bik mayah (before they stormed off to downtown east)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb4vtigkgI/AAAAAAAAArk/B6Gx_ed7Fjc/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334224307228807682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb4vtigkgI/AAAAAAAAArk/B6Gx_ed7Fjc/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my 4 lovelies eating ice jellies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb4vCl145I/AAAAAAAAArc/u6YQOlW1ypc/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334224295700063122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb4vCl145I/AAAAAAAAArc/u6YQOlW1ypc/s400/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nor with her school friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb4u7q-3pI/AAAAAAAAArU/8I2c5EcxQl0/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334224293842574994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb4u7q-3pI/AAAAAAAAArU/8I2c5EcxQl0/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my beautiful &amp;amp; young cousins (gosh, i am old....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb4ujWs9rI/AAAAAAAAArM/0qxtmqjafzg/s1600-h/DSC_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334224287315064498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb4ujWs9rI/AAAAAAAAArM/0qxtmqjafzg/s400/DSC_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a joking moments between mak &amp;amp; uncle amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb7Ov5sGYI/AAAAAAAAAsU/JnTUw1o9-1o/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334227039462103426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb7Ov5sGYI/AAAAAAAAAsU/JnTUw1o9-1o/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;concentrating in picking up the coctail fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb7OcKVthI/AAAAAAAAAsM/JvlTWDxVlEM/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334227034163230226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb7OcKVthI/AAAAAAAAAsM/JvlTWDxVlEM/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the scaredy cat nadrah &amp;amp; the mr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb7OG9sctI/AAAAAAAAAsE/y_03RvUhGGU/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334227028473049810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb7OG9sctI/AAAAAAAAAsE/y_03RvUhGGU/s400/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the infamouse satay - fanner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpstyle=" alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb7OFrVI-I/AAAAAAAAAr8/wb6EymVbjWk/s400/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb7N2pepTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_YqLi0QY2Lc/s1600-h/DSC_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334227024093291826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb7N2pepTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_YqLi0QY2Lc/s400/DSC_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; latest edition to Samad's cicit - Siti Alisha (hope i got the name rite)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad to say, for all many photos that i've taken, i realised that i did not ever take any family photo with the mr and lil nadrah. instead, i took ira's specs complete with a towel and came with this 'Born to be a Nerd' campaign shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb8n_cs4SI/AAAAAAAAAsc/px2lJKNKwBo/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334228572643844386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb8n_cs4SI/AAAAAAAAAsc/px2lJKNKwBo/s400/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the mr, he is doing 'i'm masai' campaign. hope to get good $$$ from this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb9PAOZWeI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dHxe1gF7ibc/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334229242867177954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb9PAOZWeI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dHxe1gF7ibc/s400/DSC_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/1290365316552815953-999366349516187990?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/999366349516187990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=999366349516187990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/999366349516187990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/999366349516187990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/05/threesome-masquerade-bday.html' title='a threesome masquerade bday'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sgb1xg-B3DI/AAAAAAAAArE/_bbzox6_3DA/s72-c/DSC_0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1749468683957982421</id><published>2009-05-08T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:30:47.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only if u are a washboard</title><content type='html'>i marvelled when i came across this vid. honestly, just by hours or even minutes, u can create your own high waisted pencil skirt. and honestly, i threw up after it. cause for plus-sized girls out there, dun't ever try to make this at home. cause the only miracle u can achieve at the end of it would be, over-bulging fats sticking out at every side of your fig. word of caution, don't go for those elastic materials unless u have a washboard fig. stay true to cotton or polyester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2792198/create_a_conservative_yet_sexy_belted_high_waist_pencil_skirt.swf" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2792198/create_a_conservative_yet_sexy_belted_high_waist_pencil_skirt/"&gt;Create A Conservative Yet Sexy Belted High-Waist Pencil Skirt&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The funniest home videos are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-1749468683957982421?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1749468683957982421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1749468683957982421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1749468683957982421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1749468683957982421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-if-u-are-washboard.html' title='only if u are a washboard'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6030612210333419209</id><published>2009-05-01T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:30:37.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next the pompous hair band</title><content type='html'>When i got married in april 2006, the popular question posed to me frm my parents, in-laws, relatives or even friend would be,'are you pregnant, yet?'. I do get scared coz a day after our wedding, i was infected with urinal infection or honeymoon cyst. It was awful as i can't stop going to the ladies &amp;amp; i felt as though i was laden with an anchor ard my tummy. To brave it all, i endure the pain, gripping &amp;amp; clawing the mr hand tight while having my virgin midnight movie @ jp. And after that ordeal, my menses flow was never regular till i question how fertile am i to conceive. 3 mths after, while doing event at west mall, i just had this hunch to buy a pregnancy kit frm guardian, albeit alot of purchases made before this. And when i saw alot, it is alot and all results were negative. Lol. Anyway, straight i went to the ladies to get it started. At that point i want to disbelief my hunch and just throw the kit without waiting. But i perserve and it paid off. Immediately i made a call to the mr telling him abt the gd news; dumbfounded and pure silence was his reactions followed a call made to my mother. Her actions was opposites of mr; simply estatic &amp;amp; shrieking. Soon enough, it spread across the Bak's network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thot after the news, i was free frm further questioning but boy was i wrong. Cause the questions posed next was focus on my daily habits. Shites, it just never end. I'm glad that during my terms, i was surrounded by lovely people who constantly provides perpetual care and concern. Never i shudders for any pantang laid to me cause i believe it is gd fpr my baby. Especially abt the choice of food that one way or another play a part on the baby gender. However during my pregnancy, i realised that i dun like rice and fish. Most of the time, i would gorged at soups, beef and must have spicy stuff. The most popular dish that i took frequently was Thaksin Beef Noodle at Clementi. Yumyum. So i was quite worried if i'm going to have a boy instead since both my sis &amp;amp; bro have sons for their first child. I really prayed hard in this little heart of mine that i want to have a girl though the mr keen to have a son. After 20 wks, i had a scan at a clinic. When the doctor told me it was a boy, my thoughts and feel were not as rejoice like the mr. Cause i keep insisting it is a girl; as if the baby in me mocking at me to believe it's a boy. Feeling dissatisfied with the result, i proceed for another scan at nuh at 28 weeks. I was in deep thought, keep asking my inner self abt the baby gender. As i lay on the examination bed with my tummy loaded with gel, i cant help but to convince myself that it is a girl. The doctor in unfriendly. Just as the feeling of dismay crept on, she happily told me it was a girl. If i was not tied down with gel or being half naked, i knew that i could have jolted of the bed and scream hard. Frm that day onwards, i never look back. All more i became obsessive with girly stuff especially pink although it was passe. Hee hee. And did i tell u that for at least, once a day, i would drink soya bean. Maybe that explains madrah fairness? Genetically-caused it can be since i too used to be fair but darken due to npcc. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, it was a great pleasure to have a girl. Comparatively, girls have more fun than boys. Lol. I'm sure that i can play make up, beautify her with all the cutest hair accessories, put on the most girly costumes during make believe time, play dollhouse with her or even train her different picture pose just like other famous babies. But alas, my shining gold coins is not i expected her to be. She would scream &amp;amp; take off all the hair accessories that i want to put for her. Chase her ard the house just so that i can tie her hair. Even the 100++ can-can skirt that i bought for her gone to waste and left rotten in the wardrobe. For the dollhouse that i want to buy was straight rejection compare to power rangers that got her kudos for. Any toys that i want to buy for her would just be 'tak nak'. Good for my pockets i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it all, i know that her femininity will come to light. Cause today, she joined me while i prepare my gaudy face. She looks pro (i feel) on handling the brush while gazing at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/01/178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="281" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/01/s_178.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till she felt the mirror needs some colour too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/01/179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/01/s_179.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/01/180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/01/s_180.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She look up and seeking an approving nod from me sfter she has done with it. maybe in her thoughts would be,'I would want to think that i'm into my femininity now and mama but dun get mad if i break all your lipsticks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/01/181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/01/s_181.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like finally! Now make up and next wld be hair accessories. Maybe i too need to wear it so that she'll follow in pursuit??? so where is the pompous hairband. i need to get it going for nadrah. =p&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-6030612210333419209?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6030612210333419209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6030612210333419209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6030612210333419209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6030612210333419209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-got-married-in-april-2006.html' title='Next the pompous hair band'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-7949754362179827775</id><published>2009-04-30T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:46:37.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingenious yet sincere</title><content type='html'>Mirror mirror on the wall..&lt;br /&gt;Show me the biggest BULLY in Jurong West...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a vision, a place just newly open somewhere in the west...&lt;br /&gt;Where its wall dorned with pinks &amp; pearls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/30/84.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/30/s_84.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? The BULLY also buy bubble tea? Must be for his CTS wife, i love to eat apples &amp; bananas daughter &amp; the in laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story;  no matter how big  a bully you are, there's always a soft spot beneath the hard stone cold person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s - Pardon for the ingenious post as i must have still left my brain in the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-7949754362179827775?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/7949754362179827775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=7949754362179827775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7949754362179827775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7949754362179827775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/04/ingenious-yet-sincere.html' title='Ingenious yet sincere'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1971448756181442421</id><published>2009-04-21T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:51:46.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>volatile but kind =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="412" alt="nataliedee.com" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/021809/youre-really-asking-for-it.jpg" width="520" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;but i am not volatile no more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this morning was no difference at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after few incidents and occurence, it struck my mind that nadrah may developed 'barneydictivesm'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;started out with repeat tossings on the bed with slight outcry, she would then resorted to sudden shrill since her cry was not heard by anyone of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at 4.00 am, i woke up. because miraculously, she spun herself like a bottle with her head at our feet. my efforts to bring her back to the right position failed as the tossing and turning starts. an half an hour later, she just sat up and shrilled for barney. this continues till 7.00 am and by that time, i had to prepare to go to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a bit of sleep here and there but i find it restless since i was having bad and tiring dreams. fighting with crocodiles, climbing up a mountain, swimming in ocean just tires me up till i was contemplating to take urgent leave since i in a dire need of a good rest and sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suprisingly, i decided not too cause i value the opportunity to be in CLN and i'm taking this as a proof to the 'other' people to not think of me otherwise. i've made a pact to myself, no matter what, until i am sick to the core, then i shall take mc or urgent leave. cause for now, i am happy to be appreciated and for that i shall serve my a** for these kind people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="462" alt="nataliedee.com" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/112708/the-bagel-smuggler.jpg" width="550" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;hum hum hum&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;while i serving my a** to these kind people, i just can't wait for 16 may 2009. i am meeting my secondary school gals. only 2 of them. yes, i am a nerd and loving it. lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-1971448756181442421?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1971448756181442421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1971448756181442421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1971448756181442421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1971448756181442421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/04/volatile-but-kind.html' title='volatile but kind =)'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2946264767867488635</id><published>2009-04-20T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:36:23.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just bummed. My body is going thru some serious alterations that's defragmenting at times. Seriously, i need some software upgrade to boot this 30 yet 42 (as wii diagnosed) years old body of mine. Let's check - i would wake at 5am and go to sleep after 12am, pratically everyday since the day my mom went to umrah. It was a stretch doing this routine but glad that i managed to pull it thru. But the period of pulling thru was not steadfast; after a week of surviving the short hours, skipping to work anticipating the new scope &amp; serenity, gearing to work my a** off for all concept papers that ms d is still hounding me and just feeling 'me', has finally subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/20/100.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/20/s_100.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me please? Tow me to land of naps &amp; fluffy pillow. I want to shut and restore my system &amp; battery life before May. Pls... Pretty please....      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-2946264767867488635?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2946264767867488635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2946264767867488635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2946264767867488635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2946264767867488635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-just-bummed.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-7120646157949130653</id><published>2009-04-16T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:17:10.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roar me to sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/16/88.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/16/s_88.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picthots: I feel calm &amp; protected as my guardian of strength shadows me; cooing me to deep sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 10  'i think' for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i think that facebook is the most genius social networking platform ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i think that i am now in 'honeymoon' period and know for sure; to make gd use of this time to clear the shits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i think that to have my mom to be gone for 2 weeks is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i think today defense tactical workshop kick-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i think i shall not use my own $$$ again to pay &amp; not claim. Gotta think for Nadrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i think that i need to rework on my priorities and be humble in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) i think being electrocuted (minor watts of course) was a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) i think i miss my projects management team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) i think this switch is a test to my credibility &amp; spurred me to be more meticuluos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) i think barney is 'gay' and to have nadrah addicted to it is frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, there's too much 'i think' here and that i should switch to 'i know'. pfffttt.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-7120646157949130653?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/7120646157949130653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=7120646157949130653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7120646157949130653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7120646157949130653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/04/roar-me-to-sleep.html' title='Roar me to sleep'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-7643815331692321395</id><published>2009-04-13T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:45:06.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mrmissus chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/13/124.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/13/s_124.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need i to say more?&lt;br /&gt;1 day of mirc chat + 1 day of phone call + 6 mths of courting + 1 day of date + 2 years of bf/gf relationship + 2 years of engagement = 3 wonderful years of marriage &amp; a adorable offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the mrmissus chemistry that is priceless to me. I love you  tons and to infinity mr nash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my friend, my bestfriend, my rock when i'm in sorrows, the sugar to my happy thots, my protector in times of crumbling moments, a wonder super papa to nur nadrah, my eyes when i'm in deceit, my hear-aide to my  ramblings angst, my sensei in gungho-ness, the jester to my heart and all the good, sweet, special, wonderful that i could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mr nash for standing firm yet having soft spots for me through our years together &amp; for accepting me for who i am. Hope u love the gift and i sincerely love what you have given me. More of it in November right? Today small one but come November, it'll be a bigger one rite? lol    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-7643815331692321395?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/7643815331692321395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=7643815331692321395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7643815331692321395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7643815331692321395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/04/mrmissus-chemistry.html' title='the mrmissus chemistry'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-9109218332152055524</id><published>2009-04-11T07:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:13:12.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snips the moss away</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="462" alt="nataliedee.com" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/082308/two-leaf-clover.jpg" width="550" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to clear all my paperwork especially the handover list by tomorrow. failure to do so and i shall face the notorious music of the screeching kingdom; courtesy of the queen of abundance moss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-9109218332152055524?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/9109218332152055524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=9109218332152055524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/9109218332152055524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/9109218332152055524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/04/snips-moss-away.html' title='snips the moss away'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-7456557884131332331</id><published>2009-04-10T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:07:54.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou shall make it real</title><content type='html'>I nestled and snuggled comfortably in my bed, over powered with pillows while having a thing or two with my iphone. Suddenly, it hits me and left me in deep thoughts. The power of 'it' seems to be greater than i have imagined and has strucked my 'inspira-dreams' chord. Sub consciously, i could hear in a distance - keane song while my mind is finding the answer to 'it'. I only realise now (at a ripe age of going 30) that there's more inspira-dreams that have yet to be established after a chk made against my report book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamely, i admit i'm not a determine individual that goes all the way; taking into reference,  my diet cum exercise regime plan. Now, i am stradling to achieve it and i goes weak to my knees for coke &amp; chocolate. Others would be mine 'one moment of glory &amp; fiery' syndrome, of which, i wld feel motivated and geared myself to achieve my dreams or inspira-dreams; and only to realise that i have plunge out half way. Honestly, i hope to overcome this weakness before i turn 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importantly, i would not want to see myself at 40, standing in the middle of the aisle, still   chking and running thru my checklist and feeling dismay that i still can't achieve my 'inspira-dreams'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/10/180.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/10/s_180.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PicThots - As I stand alone and cold, i meddle thru my inspira-dreams chest, feeling alarm &amp; unrest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Picthots &amp; Entry Posted From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-7456557884131332331?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/7456557884131332331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=7456557884131332331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7456557884131332331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7456557884131332331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/04/thou-shall-make-it-real.html' title='Thou shall make it real'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1473122489981540461</id><published>2009-04-06T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:45:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pass me the ladle, please</title><content type='html'>this continue like 2 wks before her departure, everytime i sat next to her, she would remind me on the list of things that i should do, straight to the frequency of watering the table plants. I know she was worried about me; as for the whole of my 30 years, I was never left alone, single-handedly managing a household. And between the 2 of us, I was trained to do the 'cleaning up' while my sis was trained to be jamikyah's 'iron chef'. the reason that she gave me whenever i raise this up wld be that i often wake up late and she would have cook all dishes by the time i wake up. *i started to feel that i am a lazy cow now. moooooooo*. i am not saying that i never touched any of my household matters eversince my mom stays with me; except that there's an invisible boundary line between me and her. such as when she is cooking, she doesn't prefer me to help her cause either she will lose her momentum or 'chef feeling' or i talk and ask to much that she tends to forget an ingredient or two (don't mind me being inquisitive). since then, my duties on every weekend is simple, i to take care nash &amp;amp; nadrah well being and that includes cleaning while she would handle my father and brother plus cooking. even at this stage, it was never a smooth task bcoz i have to juggle time between weekends projects and household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to be cool when the day arrive but god knows how my brain was churning memory bytes; capturing every single advice given to me especially recipes. it was daunting as i can't serve my father 'lauk org puteh' hari2 cause he would be a 'white man' by the time my mom back. lol. at the back of my mind, i had the list of menu to cook and when mak-mak cakap belanja mcm air kat pasar, i second that because it is not cheap. i remember that the first 2 days was rough as i had trouble cooking the rice, cause it is too soft like bubur. strangely nash loike it. haha. because of that, the positive verdict was far-fetched as my greatest critic is my father. for nash, everything that i cook, everything also sedap. (coz if tak sedap, nasib badan lah dier. lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i never give up as I continue to pursue the best tactic to cook the rice (mcm betul ajer) and improvise on my 'rasa lauk' technique that has yet to be perfected. i took the toll in waking up at 5.30 am to see my father and brother to work and school respectively before I took out the golden ladle. certainly at times, i forgot the ingredients and way of cooking it (blame it on post-birth memory counts) till i resorted to call my &lt;u&gt;iron chef - ismalinda and queen chef - bik nah&lt;/u&gt; to ask for info and tips. for this, i thank them for the unwavering support given especially my sis who 'patiently' tell me the ingredient eventhough i disturbed her vital afternoon nap. haha. a believer of 'hard work pays off' principle, i managed to perfect all angles of cooking on that fateful day - Saturday, 4 April 2009. presenting it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SdnabBce35I/AAAAAAAAAq8/G4R90rCOrY0/s1600-h/IMG_0274%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321524592494174098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SdnabBce35I/AAAAAAAAAq8/G4R90rCOrY0/s400/IMG_0274%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ketam lemaque  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SdnabEkOxaI/AAAAAAAAAq0/nuP3CVxkjtY/s1600-h/IMG_0275%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321524593331979682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SdnabEkOxaI/AAAAAAAAAq0/nuP3CVxkjtY/s400/IMG_0275%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kacang boncique with de kentanque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SdnaazBPKyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/U8xo_ThQ0qw/s1600-h/IMG_0276%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321524588621802274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SdnaazBPKyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/U8xo_ThQ0qw/s400/IMG_0276%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; le telurque and de ayamque le kunyit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sdnaaz1o32I/AAAAAAAAAqk/MypktRo6Ezw/s1600-h/IMG_0273%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321524588841590626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sdnaaz1o32I/AAAAAAAAAqk/MypktRo6Ezw/s400/IMG_0273%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes, mr nash. i finally did it. the rice was ok (perfect for me lah), the &lt;u&gt;ketam lemaque &lt;/u&gt; was spicy yet lemak, kacang boncique with de kentanque was a right combo and couples with le telurque and de ayamque le kunyit. to have my father gives me a positive, thumbs-up, the big nod and applause was the bomb! suddenly, i feel myself elevated to paradise nestled with good chefs sharing tips for my ketam lemaque. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but above it all, to have nadrah liking the silken tofu with vermicelli noodle soup was the joy of my life. throughout her lunch, she kept citing 'nice, nice, nice' and even let her fingers do the tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321524585281200818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SdnaamkxorI/AAAAAAAAAqc/o25K9kxp7vs/s400/IMG_0291%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;thanks for honoring my soup, nadrah. and keep the 'nice' going. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/1290365316552815953-1473122489981540461?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1473122489981540461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1473122489981540461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1473122489981540461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1473122489981540461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/04/pass-me-ladle-please.html' title='pass me the ladle, please'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SdnabBce35I/AAAAAAAAAq8/G4R90rCOrY0/s72-c/IMG_0274%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-3982483893731760823</id><published>2009-04-05T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:47:31.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Clean WZ Butterfly 22</title><content type='html'>Today shall be the day that i gear myself with the best armour tactical suit, set with determine and winning mindset. Definitely not an easy battle to conjure as i know that the enemy has set its trap well and lined its guardsman well; ready to ambush when enemy strike. With the help of my latest army surveillance kit, the G2009 Sublander, it has helped me to understand the scenario at War Zone Butterfly 22. With its aerial view, the scenes was horified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/s_455.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i had to react fast and alone if need be, cause my 'men' need me. How should i plan the attack? Should i rescue my 'Sloan the Tiger' who has been attacked by their 'Hot Wheels'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/s_456.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could plan to destroy their base that has mastered future attacks? At least I can save 'Planet Animaque' from this 'terrifying' attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="281" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/s_457.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an uphill task and mentally challenged as i have to plough my way up the mountains &amp;amp; scavenge thru the 'Valley of Clothes Doom' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="281" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/s_458.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Whammy! One of men is stuck in the 'Valley of Clothes Doom'. Must devise a plan to lift him out from the agonising piles of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/s_459.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should take a side walked along its fluffy trail and sky high over the bicycle volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/s_460.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="281" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/s_461.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As figured, War Zone B22 is nasty. Lies at every nooks and corners are booby traps to capture those who are weak. Last heard, the new trap on the block; 'The Pram', where you will get glued to the seat when u slide along it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="281" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/s_462.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Mr Stephen King &amp;amp; Winnie the Pooh has redirected their views as they can bear the ghastly sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="210" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/s_463.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fears built up in me, i need to overcome &amp;amp; get prepared for this battle. As i sat at my base, drinking a goblet of 'coke' elixir, i need to charge and hopefully the elixir will give me the adrenaline &amp;amp; force needed. What i need next is the glorified 'powderful' shooter of mine; the '2000 Watts Philips Performers'. It has served me well and hope it will continue still. The last was when i use it suck the whole 'Dusty Village'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="281" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/04/04/s_464.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck, my country men. Should i'm not back still till the next 'full moon', do call for backup. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Pictures &amp;amp; Post From My iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-3982483893731760823?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/3982483893731760823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=3982483893731760823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/3982483893731760823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/3982483893731760823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/04/operation-clean-wz-butterfly-22.html' title='Operation Clean WZ Butterfly 22'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-833580005984113641</id><published>2009-04-01T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:16:36.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up and rising socio problem - facebook bejewelled paranoia  =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SdN2QB1pitI/AAAAAAAAAqU/mvBxyLv_ntE/s1600-h/IMG_0226%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319725602598128338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SdN2QB1pitI/AAAAAAAAAqU/mvBxyLv_ntE/s400/IMG_0226%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the case of &lt;u&gt;'Facebook Bejewelled Paranoid'.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Aged 30 years old residing at Jurong West St 65.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A family man with a child and working on shift duties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Past interests includes playing PS3, sleeping and eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Gungho' in nature, he tackles every problem with fists and strength &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(not forgeting the mouth too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but today he has met his challenge. no physical strength required but just brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he grab hold of it last week and since then, there was no point of return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every night, he shed away his other personal interests (including PS3? goodness sake) for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clenching his fist, tousle his hair and gritting his teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a an hour, he might played at least 100 games of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never gives up.&lt;br /&gt;Not even once....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just so he can have his name as the Top Lister; beating the rest of his facebook-ians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=p&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/1290365316552815953-833580005984113641?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/833580005984113641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=833580005984113641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/833580005984113641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/833580005984113641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/04/up-and-rising-socio-problem-facebook.html' title='up and rising socio problem - facebook bejewelled paranoia  =p'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SdN2QB1pitI/AAAAAAAAAqU/mvBxyLv_ntE/s72-c/IMG_0226%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1486619581352640030</id><published>2009-03-31T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:46:19.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet smelly sweats</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/31/119.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/31/s_119.jpg' border='0' width='225' height='300' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scorching sun and humid air welcome us as we pathed our tracks to Jurong Lake Park. just the Four of Us and the world was ours. Our laughter thundered through the park and if u had listen carefully, it pierced through taman jurong. Pearls of sweats never deterred us especially the p-crusaders to try all sorts of fames; from maze, to imaginery land till high wire. Love today &amp; more to come till 11 april cause i'll be a sahm. Miss u Mak even you only be gone frm tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-1486619581352640030?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1486619581352640030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1486619581352640030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1486619581352640030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1486619581352640030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-smelly-sweats.html' title='sweet smelly sweats'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6040105566941412459</id><published>2009-03-29T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:16:50.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaves of the long table</title><content type='html'>For the past week, i felt as if my shoulders were laden with 10 tonnes barrels which somehow or rather has adverse effect on my sleeping cycle but not food. Darn! It came light when i finally made 'the' decision after going rounds of consultations, soul searching and prayers. For the choice made, one way or another, i shared it on facebook till the whole 'ismawati' network knows that i'm going to some place new. Well, you can't blame me but i was so excited that i've made 'the' decision cause knowing myself, i'm such a comforter and once nestled for nearly 8 years, it's hard to move. Many wonders if i shifted out of PA or still in PA and having upwards promotion, etc. For me, i'm happy to be still in PA, so that guess is wrong. For upwards promotion, despite 8 years in PA where i should climb up to promote myself, i still thinks it's not the time as yet because i have wasted 3 years while i was at CO and now, i have a family to take care of and i dont want more of my quality time to be taken. For all that has been said, i'm just having lateral transfer within my cdc that promises new job scopes &amp; mgmt style (yahoo?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i told my 2 bosses of my decision there were mixed reactions. Shortly after, she msn me to see her after lunch. As expected, i told myself. I knew that she has a mtg with GM at 4pm, and while i was about to make my move, one of my colleagues was having the consultation session with the 'DR'. Hooray! At least that wld drag the time and she has no time to see me. But my happiness was shortlived at 3.30pm. As i stepped in, both eyes were hawking deep at me, ready to criticise me should there be any wrong moves. I sat down &amp; immediately the 'condemnation' starts. At that instance, i felt as if i was sucked to another dimension and caught myself in between 2 endless screeching bullet trains. On surface, my head was nodding like the fortune cat; just accepting it all tho i feel like rebutting at times. Subconciously, i was imagining that it was me seating at the other hand with her nodding profusely. That's must be my wildest dream. Lol. I was saved by the bell after an hour later and zombied out to my workstation. At least that's over i thought. While still serving the nonchalant mood, i reminices the 'good times' with my workstation. This workstation has served me well and since i joined cdc, this was my 5th. To get it was a tough ride since i have to wait for someone to either resign, promited or transfer. The best of this table is; it is obe of the exclusive among others because it's long and has many storage. Being 'Miss Keeper', i practically keep everything. So it is quite resourceful if i may add. Let's peek through what's with my workstation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/22.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/s_22.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A calendar with markings is essential since it  helps in traxking the 'necessary' deadlines. Calculator to calculatw how much $$$ i have spent for projects procurement and IMM latest publicity stunt. Perhaps to outbeat the recently opened Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/23.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/s_23.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To minimize space usage, i caught this wonderful stationary box at Daiso. At only $2, this can hold up many things &amp; suprisingly it can still stay affixed to the workstation wall. Coolness rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/24.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/s_24.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did i tell u that i was the 26th floor winner for ECo Green Best Workstation? Living true to our motto to build a susyainable south west, greens are everywhere in our office. Go Green! Captain Planet will be proud of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/25.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/s_25.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Presenting on the left of it, files, files and more files. Loaded with concept papers, reimbursemenr papers, disbursement papers and the list just go on. Whatever papers u want, i have it except for exams paper. No pun intended yeah. Btw, seated next to me is 'Father Soh'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/26.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/s_26.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world of artistry starts here. With my trusty hard disk on the right fully pasted with  post it notes. Within reach, a cup of coffee (only when needed cause it was never a liking to me) and our very own cdc water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/27.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/s_27.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone that will always rings whenever i'm either out for meetings, events or off/leave. When I'm in office, it just shuts. I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/28.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/s_28.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This to remind me of the simply alluring macaroons that my 'chief diva' got for me from france-paris. All airflown via SQ and the freshness still lingers. Dun forget to get it for me again in October k? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/s_29.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i  u that i'm an organiser freak eversonce i watched an episode of Oprah where this guy was teaching on how to be an effective worker. So there're boxes for everything from 'to process','for approval','to follow up','to file','for reference', etc. Likewise, it helps me to be systematic. Colorful right? No, there's no coded going on, purely to add cheers against the random office colours or if it is a bleak day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/30.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/29/s_30.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should the colours does'nt help, this smiley face will boost me for sure. Many things are simply wonderful like the funXcite, colleagues who are ever supportive &amp; maniacs at times, the ambience and culture sets.  Who knows in the next 2 years, when i'm ready, i will be a SRM at swcdc. Meanwhile, work- life is a learning journey and i will continue to absorb this rusty brain of mine. Pass me 'Singa' machine oil can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, time to spring clean again. Cause i heard the table i'm getting is not exclusive as current. Gosh, I'm going to miss this long table of mine. =p&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-6040105566941412459?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6040105566941412459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6040105566941412459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6040105566941412459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6040105566941412459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/slaves-of-long-table.html' title='Slaves of the long table'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1545646403369356264</id><published>2009-03-29T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:39:19.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forward march!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="335" alt="natalie dee" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/031709/im-pleased-as-fuck.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but, i didn't of course. duh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like finally, i have stayed up late just to get this done since i am moving to a new career path. let's start new and fresh though i know that i should get it started and over with when 2009 turns in. at least, it is not too late rite? met mardiah and she told me that i look radiant now eversince the 'decision' has been made and finalised. yes, i am happy although there's bout of fear of me not scaling to greater heights and wonders if i have made the wrong choice? i am a &lt;u&gt;paranoid&lt;/u&gt; (read: i really do) whatever it is, i will move on and as per my life principle, take every challenge with stride and live with your fears. thanks for your kind words, mr nash. i know that i can always depend on you. and same goes to my wonder CDC Divas. though i was stinked with the new 'satay' parfum, the laughter and nonsensical 'New Yoker' behavior was totally 'unacceptable'. for that, we shall meet again every month though someone has resigned and joined the great force of 'nurses and doctors'. oh gawd, i have simply drawn away from 'humour' since you are all left me, for that, i thank you for leading me back to 'humour-sanity'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;btw, listen out to my playlist dude. Simply RED lah dey. so so so ol-skool. for that record, i wish to reiterate, i am a 70's kid. 70'an gerek?. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-1545646403369356264?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1545646403369356264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1545646403369356264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1545646403369356264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1545646403369356264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/but-i-didnt-of-course.html' title='forward march!'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-7348319243380813352</id><published>2009-03-26T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:52:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/26/93.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/26/s_93.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='300' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry because i've spent 35mins typing my entry for today and it gone like that. All my hard efforts gone. Breathe in, breathe out. May there be blessing in disguise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-7348319243380813352?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/7348319243380813352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=7348319243380813352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7348319243380813352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7348319243380813352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-angry-because-ive-spent-35mins.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-5933201031143320643</id><published>2009-03-26T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:22:45.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When u ask me; what is my profession, i will just convey that i'm just a manager. Partly because, if i were to give you my full designation, the next qns asked would be, which buildings or roads that you are working on. For sure, i don't have any master nor degree in civil engineering and it's difficult for me to tell you how many pillars needed to balance a building or whether such soil conditions is strong to support the foundation. For that, i save the trouble to include 'projects mgmt'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a liner info, i do projects for the community, to assist those in needs by filling the social gaps, bonding the people and connecting the conmunity. The groups that i work with is diverse and i'm blessed to give a chance to interact &amp; network with them. Jobs satisfactions was never dismissed cause to have them thanking u for bridging their gap is pure bliss; though at times, some maybe harsh. But i just move on cause the world does not revolve ard it. Yes, i have enjoyed my work despite daily anxiety, heavy workloads, demanding bosses and more. On a positive side, i always take it as a stride and learning points gained are  factored whenever similar situation arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i plan to be in this profession? Nope. It was by pure incidence and maybe destined? And what brings me to this topic? Because I was perturbed by MOE ads. Where different individuals share their own past happenings or kind acts of their teachers that leads them to their profession. I wonder and start recapturing my secondary school years moments. The more i squeeze my memory, the more i came to a knack that no such incidents that brings me to my profession. Not a sucker of this but at least, children nowadays are 'luckier' than us? Lucky to have alot of enrichment class, experiential learning, uncouth stress, parents going overboard comparing child grades, to have education path dictate. Are'nt they lucky?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u asked me how i'm planning fpr nadrah future, i'm taking it easy till it fright me out. Tell me how am i suppose to stress her to the core when she's always have ways with us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/25/100.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/25/s_100.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is not her alone as she has joined forces with nadir to bring adults world to crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/25/101.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/25/s_101.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess and frog prince. Nadir will never fail to strike the frogpost whenever i took their shots. All in all, i just wish to take a casual path for nadrah. Without much force  but guiding her well at each milestones landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, have i ever regret with the path that i am now? May not have teachers who nags or gave me insights on my career path but I thankful to god for the light and guidance that brought me from a 'field' officer to 'cdc' officer. Syukur Alhamdullilah to ALLAH s.w.t for his guidance, shelter and light when i'm at projects mgmt and Insya ALLAH, hopefully it continues when i made a jump to CLN. Yes. I've made the decision. Me moving to ComCare Local Network. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me well &amp; good luck can? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-5933201031143320643?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/5933201031143320643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=5933201031143320643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5933201031143320643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5933201031143320643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-u-ask-me-what-is-my-profession-i.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-3469041184301813189</id><published>2009-03-24T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:54:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometime in June, i'll be inviting you to the biggest event hosted for the star, who else than Nur Nadrah Nashrudin. Her talents have begining to show now since it was first noticed, she has produced over than 20 works of arts with latest artistry themed; 'the Room'. Her works are diversified from b&amp;w to 'andy warhol' mode. Special gratitude goes to 'Baby Brainy', 'Art Attack', 'Baby Einstein' who have given her the inspiration and aspiration to realise her dreams. Venue of the said gallery will be at my humble abode cause that's where the canvas starts. So stay tune till i announced the special date. To prevent any suspense and a peek of her flamboyant style, i present you the artist and her work called; 'the swirly wurly oasis'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/25/43.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/25/s_43.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we need a paint job for raya.... Pfff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-3469041184301813189?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/3469041184301813189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=3469041184301813189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/3469041184301813189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/3469041184301813189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometime-in-june-ill-be-inviting-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-154755239137141675</id><published>2009-03-23T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:33:54.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something random...</title><content type='html'>Appleshot of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/22/118.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/22/s_118.jpg' border='0' width='243' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/22/119.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/22/s_119.jpg' border='0' width='243' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/22/120.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/22/s_120.jpg' border='0' width='243' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/22/121.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/22/s_121.jpg' border='0' width='243' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/22/122.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/03/22/s_122.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally living on my words to update my blig at least thrice a week. It does feel great when u are on the right path. Hope it'll be smooth cruising at work. And please chase the mr monday blues away. Once back tomorrow, must apply for off in lieu for tuesday. I need my rest,of which, I need to do houseworks! It just never stop... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-154755239137141675?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/154755239137141675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=154755239137141675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/154755239137141675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/154755239137141675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-random.html' title='Something random...'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2448231583597043503</id><published>2009-03-22T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:29:20.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/ScZLPOJ0_WI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/G6ymK-1ObMA/img_10.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a target=_blank href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=1.34492,103.75357'&gt;GeoTagged, [N1.34492, W103.75357]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's her birthday today!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are the apple of our eyes! Everyday is a learning journey for us with you giving us the antics of the 20th century. No easy being a pair of good parents, but for sure we are learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never regret that you come early than expected cause you are a 'piece of gold' in our lives as for every child 'ader pembawa rezeki' and we vouch for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Nadrah Nashrudin, we sincerely hope that your growing journey will be swelled with abundance of love &amp; care from us, the maternal as well as paternal,'baby brainy', endless 'ABC song and dance', helluva playing session with ur cousins,weekly visits to ur moyang's and more new adventures to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heart you very much.        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-2448231583597043503?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2448231583597043503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2448231583597043503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2448231583597043503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2448231583597043503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/geotagged-n1_22.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/ScZLPOJ0_WI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/G6ymK-1ObMA/s72-c/img_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2683602684928173596</id><published>2009-03-20T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:49:11.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/ScOs28cyJHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Nqosfpaavwo/img_9.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a target=_blank href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=1.34393,103.70322'&gt;GeoTagged, [N1.34393, W103.70322]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's because of such small acts that brings out the best in you. I don't need the most expensive gifts from you. Your thoughts matter to me. For sure, you are always be here whenever i need u the most. Love u mr nash. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-2683602684928173596?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2683602684928173596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2683602684928173596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2683602684928173596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2683602684928173596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/geotagged-n1_20.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/ScOs28cyJHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Nqosfpaavwo/s72-c/img_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2409233231170765053</id><published>2009-03-19T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:27:37.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/ScJWVm9oHPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/SSLtjUznIWU/img_8.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a target=_blank href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=1.34721,103.70538'&gt;GeoTagged, [N1.34721, W103.70538]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seriously, it has been awhile since i experienced such feeling. If i could remember, this feeling akin to quesy tummy tightening up, giving u an unrest mind and sleepless night, was when i had to choose my course of study, or  when i'm about to be interviewed by a panel for my first job or even during akad nikah. This would i termed it to be as 'life threatening choice'. Cause the moves taken ur decisions made will either bring u to a path of serenity and everlasting happiness or u can just be dumped to face eternal suffering and dissatisfaction.for above-mentioned scenarios,  it had bought me undeniably good living; choose a course that's no longer available and this make me realised that in spore all u need are just papers qualification, i'm at an organisation for 9 years now and i'm wedded to my best friend; nash.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm at a crossroad again. and I need to make decision fast yet sensible. Will i stay at projects mgmt and go through the anxiety, nerve wrecking moments, deadlines with bouts of 'why' hovering every corner of my minds or shall i take a new path to CLN, learn something new, network with different group of people, rework on processes and start from scratch? Shucks... I'm torn. Really torn. YA ALLAH, guide me pls.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-2409233231170765053?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2409233231170765053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2409233231170765053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2409233231170765053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2409233231170765053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/geotagged-n1_19.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/ScJWVm9oHPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/SSLtjUznIWU/s72-c/img_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6886441882974906975</id><published>2009-03-17T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:43:32.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb_DaANWRBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/JKOZpeDGHLM/s1600-h/IMG_0017%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314180936820474898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb_DaANWRBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/JKOZpeDGHLM/s400/IMG_0017%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; can life be shed away as easily as per distance travelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without any misery or anxiety that's besieging me now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb_Di4LM6VI/AAAAAAAAAqA/mSxgNJFS-Vk/s1600-h/IMG_0092%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314181089282812242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb_Di4LM6VI/AAAAAAAAAqA/mSxgNJFS-Vk/s400/IMG_0092%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for i shall hope for it to be filled with sweetness and sinful cream. nil thots about work deadlines but rather savoring B&amp;amp;J every day with my loved ones; and not gaining any horiffic pounds      fat hope!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-6886441882974906975?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6886441882974906975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6886441882974906975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6886441882974906975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6886441882974906975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-life-be-shed-away-as-easily-as-per.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb_DaANWRBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/JKOZpeDGHLM/s72-c/IMG_0017%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2046155413987097443</id><published>2009-03-17T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:45:52.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb9VLSDKJgI/AAAAAAAAApk/PuElYuo5-Yk/img_7.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a target=_blank href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=1.34395,103.70312'&gt;GeoTagged, [N1.34395, W103.70312]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I peered over my balcony, i cant help but thinking why am I feeling this way. I should not be sulking over it and let it control me. Cause too much of it would not do me any good especially work life. There's times where u know that you have planned everything in mind but when u are abt to execute it, sleepiness and laziness shrouded me. By the end of the day, you ponder what have you accomplished. I wish to break out from the shell and gained the ol' me. Even my creative flow has forgets me. I'm in dilemma and it does not help when I'm down with viral infections. What should I do?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-2046155413987097443?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2046155413987097443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2046155413987097443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2046155413987097443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2046155413987097443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/geotagged-n1_17.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb9VLSDKJgI/AAAAAAAAApk/PuElYuo5-Yk/s72-c/img_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-320247160951972446</id><published>2009-03-15T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:35:46.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sbz1hBI2YpI/AAAAAAAAApg/LuFosqWJ1e8/img_6.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a target=_blank href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=1.34088,103.70050'&gt;GeoTagged, [N1.34088, W103.70050]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Appleshot of the Day - minding their own business with each respective gadgets. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-320247160951972446?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/320247160951972446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=320247160951972446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/320247160951972446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/320247160951972446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/geotagged-n1_4708.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sbz1hBI2YpI/AAAAAAAAApg/LuFosqWJ1e8/s72-c/img_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2131586646346841061</id><published>2009-03-15T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:31:56.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb_CAsTruWI/AAAAAAAAApo/V5PXW40unOM/s1600-h/IMG_0077%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314179402469980514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb_CAsTruWI/AAAAAAAAApo/V5PXW40unOM/s400/IMG_0077%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they have their siblings bonding moment, i was on my way to snoozy land. Hope i did not snore too loud. Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-2131586646346841061?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2131586646346841061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2131586646346841061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2131586646346841061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2131586646346841061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/while-they-have-their-siblings-bonding.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb_CAsTruWI/AAAAAAAAApo/V5PXW40unOM/s72-c/IMG_0077%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-3184011336856902251</id><published>2009-03-15T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:33:42.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb_CmC5Fh4I/AAAAAAAAApw/yTfVZCoo7-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0079%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314180044187600770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb_CmC5Fh4I/AAAAAAAAApw/yTfVZCoo7-Q/s400/IMG_0079%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the last remnants of Nadrah 2nd bday party. Many people came and join us in the celebration. Shrill and laughter co-existed. Cause amidst the laughter shared between families &amp;amp; friends, the bday girl has been shrilling for most of the time. blame it on her insifficient afternoon nap. Never easy and we could not mingled with the rest of the invitees coz she just wants us to be in the room with her. Shrugs!!! She only made her appearance during the cake cutting and seriously SS Chocolate Indulgence is simply haven. That aside, as per my previous entry, the planning was never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just a week to plan it has indeed a toll on us both. To top it all, both of us were down with viral infection that acting up on our muscles. A simple ache that we both experienced on Wednesday, escalated further to strain and numbness. It was the worst feeling ever cause all of our joints were stiffed like mad and we even gone numb. To tell u the truth it was the scariest experience ever till we thot it might turn to worst. Now, we both have to wait for another 3-4 days to be sure that our muscles elevation level has gone down. And while, I'm typing this entry, my fingers are having pins &amp;amp; needles. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-3184011336856902251?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/3184011336856902251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=3184011336856902251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/3184011336856902251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/3184011336856902251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/geotagged-n1_15.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/Sb_CmC5Fh4I/AAAAAAAAApw/yTfVZCoo7-Q/s72-c/IMG_0079%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2487486927430731411</id><published>2009-03-11T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:32:44.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SbfZmejcBJI/AAAAAAAAApU/LXQSxvJuGZg/img_3.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a target=_blank href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=1.34381,103.70248'&gt;GeoTagged, [N1.34381, W103.70248]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm aching like mad... But these two 'lovebirds' will always cheer me up. As promised mama will bring to playground albeit my morbid nature. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-2487486927430731411?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2487486927430731411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2487486927430731411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2487486927430731411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2487486927430731411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/geotagged-n1_762.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SbfZmejcBJI/AAAAAAAAApU/LXQSxvJuGZg/s72-c/img_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-7696604490956254293</id><published>2009-03-11T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:30:48.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SbeExkEZb5I/AAAAAAAAApQ/154_TyD019Q/img_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a target=_blank href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=1.34395,103.70312'&gt;GeoTagged, [N1.34395, W103.70312]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Snapshot of the day.&lt;br /&gt;It can never go wrong with my kitty resting on my aching leg. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-7696604490956254293?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/7696604490956254293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=7696604490956254293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7696604490956254293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7696604490956254293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/geotagged-n1_11.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SbeExkEZb5I/AAAAAAAAApQ/154_TyD019Q/s72-c/img_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-5016146047434712146</id><published>2009-03-11T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:28:55.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fall has got into me. Now all my veins are 'distorted' or relatively known as 'Gentan Urat'. It started this morning with me feeling fresh but gradually it takes a twist and now I shivering with my calf and shoulder muscle taking a rough turn.  My head felt light but I determine to get my post mortem out since the timeline has changed to 5 days instead of 2 weeks. Once done, 65521111 was my rescuer. Luckily nadrah is having her late afternoon nap. Now, I'm lying on my wonderful sofa trying my best to relax my muscle with my wonderful kitty.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-5016146047434712146?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/5016146047434712146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=5016146047434712146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5016146047434712146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5016146047434712146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/fall-has-got-into-me.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6254935374819136965</id><published>2009-03-10T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:52:00.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SbZwe-t0NpI/AAAAAAAAApM/8ru8dd6sxDQ/img_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a target=_blank href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=1.34088,103.70050'&gt;GeoTagged, [N1.34088, W103.70050]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Took 1/2 day (pm) off just to buy nadrah's bday party stuffy muffy. It was a last minute plan to have it celebrated this Sat and oh boy, so many many many things yet to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme will not be pink tho i ache to do so. But then I wld never want to be labelled as an idea stealer, rite? So after much thots &amp; deliberation, we have decided! It shall be 'Birthday @ Tiffany'. It came by coincidence as I was listening to the song - breakfast &amp; tiffany and it just rattled on. Alot of things assoc with Tiffany, be it the jewellery line, audrey hepburn, the color and more. But it shall not be a bluey day, i hope so... So those who are coming to my abode this Sat, do wear somethibg blue! Best dressed will get a mystery prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Nash picked me up and i've planned the routes so that we will settle most stuffs by 6pm since he needs to prepare his workplace video presentation. From jtc to bukit timah rd to arab st to orchard for lunch (finally i get to eat my BIM BIM BAP) to chinatown to ikea and finally head back to jw. Remarkably, we managed to get all done by 6.30pm. Quite an achievement knowing that we can be such 'slow pokes' for most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited coz I'm planning for something new &amp; I pray that it shall goes well! Who knows, it cld be a start of a business targetting at those 'sweet tooth'. INSYA ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had travelled without nadrah so I shall credited our efficient timing due to that. And when the baby not ard, both of us did many stupid yet hilarious stuff. Had fun tuning up the volume to the max, let our hair down yo head banging, dancing, shouting, whistling, pretending to be neyo and take random photos. Just great to be with mr nash when i'm stressed with work or when i just had a bad fall. Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are some random pics that I took w the iphone. I tell u seriously that APPLE is a godsent. I am now blogging at the comfort of my bed. No, i have no intention to brag but at least i can blog regularly now.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-6254935374819136965?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6254935374819136965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6254935374819136965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6254935374819136965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6254935374819136965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/geotagged-n1.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SbZwe-t0NpI/AAAAAAAAApM/8ru8dd6sxDQ/s72-c/img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1060225715086379056</id><published>2009-03-08T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:59:13.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SbPPL79T2hI/AAAAAAAAApI/GJsSHbx92PQ/img.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;Latest pic of lil nadrah &amp; mr nash at pasir ris void deck. No pics of me shall be posted cause your screen will crack to thousand pieces. Yes, I'm not joking. Lol Btw, anymore know where to find gorgeous ribbon? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-1060225715086379056?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1060225715086379056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1060225715086379056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1060225715086379056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1060225715086379056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/latest-pic-of-lil-nadrah-mr-nash-at.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SbPPL79T2hI/AAAAAAAAApI/GJsSHbx92PQ/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-8871381599678250785</id><published>2009-03-08T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:55:55.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a hectic week and more to come, I reckon. Just had my 1st project of the mth after a short hiatus in feb. More of brain-squeezing tasks if I may add. but what's new abt it, at least I'm grateful to have a job. If u were to notice, now more &amp; more job fairs are being organised and headlines wld always be numerically blast. I sincerely hope that more retrenched or new workers did get a job despite the headlines that they been talking abr. I strongly advocate that one must change the mindsets and dreams that have been rooted for ages. Cause it's the real world now. No longer can we be fickle abt job oportunities but instead we must readily accept &amp; continuously upgrade our skills for the better. Somehow or rather, i do find that it is not the seekers to be blamed but some noughts are due to employers. I was at one of the apparel store (rather not name it) when I noticed that all of the service crew are foreigners. No, I'm not being biased towards them albeit most of the time, I could not get what are they trying to convey but I'm puzzled why our locals are not employed. Maybe the pay is kindda short to support the lavish lifestyle &amp; that you need to work long hours still. Or maybe, it is just cheaper to engage them &amp; a bonus would be; they are hardworking. God knows! Seriously, we need to find the epicentre of such irony. To each its own cause i know u have thoughts that are vices or versa to mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end Feb as a giving mth! I got a cool U4 frm Nash for vday and mr nash got himself a cool iphone complete with everything that make guys drool, 2 sets of mizuno sports attire and carousel. All for his big 30 birthday. Despite all this, i'm having issues with my younger bro. Shucks! Whammy! Sigh! Their teenager years are so different from mine.so how? Thk i nd to find the, 'understanding teenage brother for dummy'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For march, just 2day, i attended 2 weddings! Can't wait for 14 March, we are celebrating Nadrah &amp; Nina's birthday a week in advance coz I have a project on 22 march. What a great planning rite? Btw, all invited must dressed in Tiffany Blue since the theme is Birthday @ Tiffany. Lol &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-8871381599678250785?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/8871381599678250785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=8871381599678250785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/8871381599678250785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/8871381599678250785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-has-been-hectic-week-and-more-to.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2873457208189765342</id><published>2009-03-04T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:50:02.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would want to think that i have done my best to help him&lt;br /&gt;but is it my fault if he defies my kind acts and still practise the same bad habits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ponder away. graving through the actions that i have made before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was it insufficient or was it being taken for  granted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clueless as i can be now, no work can sweep me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am sinked. sinking deep to my deepest hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what more can i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. my condolences goes to nur amalina binte othaman. you are a wonderful person to begin with despite our short conversations and meet-up. rest in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-2873457208189765342?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2873457208189765342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2873457208189765342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2873457208189765342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2873457208189765342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-would-want-to-think-that-i-have-done.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6276112797069929071</id><published>2009-02-27T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:55:27.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="326" alt="natalie dee" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/080806/poop-free-since-2003.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;i am TRYING HARD not too!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;was it the soyabean that i had drank this morning? or was it the nasi lemak wrapped with daun pisang that coupled with siew mai? it does not help that i can't even enjoy my dinner with nash at carousel. cause my tummy is rumbling-0-crumbling. hope it be better for sentosa. i feel sick. oh ms bloat, please please go away.&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/1290365316552815953-6276112797069929071?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6276112797069929071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6276112797069929071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6276112797069929071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6276112797069929071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-trying-hard-not-too-was-it.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-9053002818012171304</id><published>2009-02-24T21:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:32:43.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in 2005, we still deliberating where should we build our love nest...being an eastern person (long live bedok &amp;amp; tampines), i sworn my life there.i was never a western, central, north person cause for all my 26 years, everything is rooted at the east side. quoted from one of kit chan nday song, "this is where i belong". u can easily find anything and everything at the east side, finger licking nasi jenganan, cool heartlands shopping mall (salute to century &amp;amp; tampines mall), seaside and more. however things starts to set in when i was about to get wedded. sacrifices were made and here i am at jurong west. likewise the hdb caption for 2005 was - "head west for your love nest". and YES, i am nestling down at Jurong West, though I was abit apprehensive as there's too many "dark clouds" glooming here and there (especially on Sunday), i can't even find my fav sunday bfast (nasi jenganan) no more (guess there's no org jawa kat sini kot), inaccessible bus system and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i repeat bus system till i notice that i always walk to the interchange (10 mins or less depending on the speed that i set on my manual feet. wonder how many calories burnt?) or simply hail taxi for short trips, especially to market. did i tell u that Jurong People must be the only group of Singaporeans who took taxi intensively? no wonder, we won't ran out of taxi here. within a minute of 2, u shall get ur cab. the bliss of jurong west. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but look at me now, after 3 years staying here with overly expended home renovation (it does cost us a bomb but like our principle - micasa sucasa. no wonder i am a home person....lol), i starts to develop a sense of ownership to the community. and we (Nash, Nadrah and me) start by having 'Double E' (exploration &amp;amp; experiential) Sunday and visit our neighbourhood playground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was our Virgin visit after 3 solid years (do u need me to repeat that i am homey person again?) and went crazy flashing and snapping. For nadrah, it was heaven, cause first the visit was simply to get her mind off her Opah (she cried, wailed and stomped when Opah leave her for her religious class) and 2ndly, she has the playground to herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQB8nNOljI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3vgCdkj42tc/s1600-h/DSC_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306368401777530418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQB8nNOljI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3vgCdkj42tc/s400/DSC_0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQB8dqKxJI/AAAAAAAAAns/YL5VoVJZs3w/s1600-h/DSC_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306368399214560402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQB8dqKxJI/AAAAAAAAAns/YL5VoVJZs3w/s400/DSC_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQB8VsG-kI/AAAAAAAAAnk/iBrRAnqoylA/s1600-h/DSC_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306368397075216962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQB8VsG-kI/AAAAAAAAAnk/iBrRAnqoylA/s400/DSC_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQB8H8hJlI/AAAAAAAAAnc/kBgJmdDce-o/s1600-h/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306368393385944658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQB8H8hJlI/AAAAAAAAAnc/kBgJmdDce-o/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQB8CAOwOI/AAAAAAAAAnU/LdOjduNdlCU/s1600-h/DSC_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306368391790903522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQB8CAOwOI/AAAAAAAAAnU/LdOjduNdlCU/s400/DSC_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQDR_KW5zI/AAAAAAAAAoc/65xnQ1Vgug8/s1600-h/DSC_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306369868496824114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQDR_KW5zI/AAAAAAAAAoc/65xnQ1Vgug8/s400/DSC_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempting the 'hear no evil'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQDOwzeUhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/i9de6RVl8ec/s1600-h/DSC_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306369813103137298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQDOwzeUhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/i9de6RVl8ec/s400/DSC_0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see no evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQDN6NwaLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/uHv1t6kHB3A/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306369798449424562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQDN6NwaLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/uHv1t6kHB3A/s400/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak no evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQDM5PRxBI/AAAAAAAAAoE/fsEKtC-GKok/s1600-h/DSC_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306369781007500306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQDM5PRxBI/AAAAAAAAAoE/fsEKtC-GKok/s400/DSC_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and when all that fail, just give me ur cheesiest smile ever, nadrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQDL_hBBFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LvxPsPF14-0/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306369765512643666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQDL_hBBFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LvxPsPF14-0/s400/DSC_0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while she continues with her antic, the parents posed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQEDFbO2iI/AAAAAAAAAo0/WuRWl8o1dXg/s1600-h/DSC_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306370711991802402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQEDFbO2iI/AAAAAAAAAo0/WuRWl8o1dXg/s400/DSC_0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while she play, her two loyal guardian stay put to protect her. simply inseparable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQEC6JXbfI/AAAAAAAAAos/GBI1UlIddTY/s1600-h/DSC_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306370708964077042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQEC6JXbfI/AAAAAAAAAos/GBI1UlIddTY/s400/DSC_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and we have to play the 'mama &amp;amp; papa is leaving you now' game just so she will follow us home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQEC7-umjI/AAAAAAAAAok/kDe0q7ORWrQ/s1600-h/DSC_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306370709456329266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SaQEC7-umjI/AAAAAAAAAok/kDe0q7ORWrQ/s400/DSC_0306.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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;here, she bid goodbye and pledge that this will not be the last. cause now, everytime, i got back home from work, she would be chanting 'prayyyyygoooouuuunnnnd'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-9053002818012171304?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' 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align="center"&gt;however, what's the point of stretching ur hours serving unscrupulous and undeserving chimps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simply pointless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so instead of lengthening the hours, why don't they just cut the work short?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey, we are trying to promote the M&amp;amp;P package rite? albeit the 'cash' incentives offered with news that they may cut down the incentives due to economic turmoil, alternative route would be to cut the working hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quality time = cutting alot of unneccesary working hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prim and simple. no more hassles. indecisive thoughts. bogus ideas that can or has implication to your working hours. all of the above needs to be blown away by the bomb squad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outcome of such acts = extra time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with presence of extra time = couples will relieve the 'procreation' aura hence help to boost the country population rate! likewise, time is just a factor to one act in producing. as most definitely to have the 3Rs - Ready, Responsibility &amp;amp; Rah in one stepping a foot in parenthood is essential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so if you have been wondering what have the mundane me been doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alot actually that i practically snooze once i'm done with it. the past 12 days have been well-filled with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a) Nadrah 'First Accounts/Experience'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b) Harith 3rd Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c) Me being the 'Emcee' for 2 CDC event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d) FunXcite Activity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e) Good News frm Management (Alhamdullilah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;f) his valentine techie gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keen to know the details? well... u just have to wait for the next entry. I'll promise you it shall be a 'bear-ful' entry to read. pixs are available 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. - i so in lurveeeee with my nikon D90 &amp;amp; the U4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks nash. just like what others told me, i know that i am lucky to have u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for u have made many of my dreams come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-6638371538633120794?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6638371538633120794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6638371538633120794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6638371538633120794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6638371538633120794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/02/bear-ful-week-indeed-12-days-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-8062865930617701207</id><published>2009-02-09T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:02:56.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what happens when u have too much of t-shirt collected over the years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is time for a wardrobe spring cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZA61dHYUaI/AAAAAAAAAms/XZRyOrWvfz8/s1600-h/DSC_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801451438133666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZA61dHYUaI/AAAAAAAAAms/XZRyOrWvfz8/s400/DSC_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but what, who is the little 'moo' hiding in the oversized jersey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZA61LSLy3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/bKYnq8Pf6TY/s1600-h/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801446651612018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZA61LSLy3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/bKYnq8Pf6TY/s400/DSC_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is Nadrah. I would have guess that she's feeling socccer diva when she rushed out to show her Opah her latest fashion statement. hoping for other toddlers in the world to follow her style in pursuit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZA604o-vYI/AAAAAAAAAmc/8P1CvObW6HY/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801441646951810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZA604o-vYI/AAAAAAAAAmc/8P1CvObW6HY/s400/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving the wildest pose ever created - flaring of the soccer jersey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZCzUPVobXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ZPVKpJt-ze0/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300933921711091058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZCzUPVobXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ZPVKpJt-ze0/s400/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think she has parade enuff. she then throttled to her report to her soccer mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZA60o7u0WI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Dj2zAtEe7O0/s1600-h/DSC_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801437430632802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZA60o7u0WI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Dj2zAtEe7O0/s400/DSC_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanking him with big arms for she has set the fashion world rocks with the oversized jersey for toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZA60J1SlTI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EaIYC6ElMOs/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801429082117426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZA60J1SlTI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EaIYC6ElMOs/s400/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red oversized jersey! giving the 'what's new' kind of look&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZCzUYOdJ8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/gdAupcmQ5fI/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300933924096911298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZCzUYOdJ8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/gdAupcmQ5fI/s400/DSC_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that oversized jersey fashion wear was still intact when little einstein was screened on tv&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZCzT-kS-RI/AAAAAAAAAm0/zXX9xHkhmDk/s1600-h/DSC_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300933917209196818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZCzT-kS-RI/AAAAAAAAAm0/zXX9xHkhmDk/s400/DSC_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who knows, next issue of motherhood, the stylist has decided to promote oversized jersey as the 'in-thing' for toddlers?&lt;br /&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/1290365316552815953-8062865930617701207?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/8062865930617701207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SZA61dHYUaI/AAAAAAAAAms/XZRyOrWvfz8/s72-c/DSC_0231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-7355560504642328177</id><published>2009-02-04T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:06:14.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;once upon a time, ismawati had enuff of those bad email etiquette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she felt it is time for her to put justice to this corporate world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to tame the 'old pea' &amp;amp; guide her on the proper virtual languages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;google she went and she came across this moos &amp;amp; nooos of email etiquette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without much hesitation, she copy and paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sharing with the flock though deep down inside, she is insinuating it at the 'old pea'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remain diplomatic, she quoted a professional message with hope, aims and dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that the old pea would catch the ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;second, minute and an hour past &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her inbox ring a ding to notify her of an incoming mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yahoo, an email from the old pea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she patted her back, grin and heaved sigh of relieved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for she believed she has set something right and hoping to see no presence of 'CAPS' words/sentences in the old pea email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the first time she look forward to the old pea email and she clicked happily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even a second later, she fell out of her chair&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;despite the attempt of indirect sarcasm or educational point made on email etiquette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the old pea still have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in her email&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;double whammy right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to find out more about email etiquette, please visit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dynamoo.com/technical/etiquette.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.dynamoo.com/technical/etiquette.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and you shall know how i feel to receive CAPS email first thing in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;especially if it is from the old pea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="natalie dee" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/082506/update--still-dumb.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;so hard to cook an old pea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-7355560504642328177?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-276421459944512982</id><published>2009-01-31T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:27:00.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is coming to a month after milions, gazillions, trillions peeps celebrate the new year - 2009&lt;br /&gt;most would have set their resolutions and perhaps running in the rat race to achieve it&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i am still clueless or rather undermining the power of resolutions. cause for once, i have never (in my 30 years of unbelievable weight) ever achieved all resolutions set, so i am kindda wary of me setting another one. as of course, after blog-hoppping, reading most bloggers resolutions for 2009, it does sets me thinking. yes, i have now a set of resolutions which is flying aimlessly in this knocked out brain of mine, finding the perfect greenery to land and stay rooted. so while it is still flying, i shall not share with you first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for that to happen, i am pretty much excited after the 'shittiest' week after. hopefully, the proposal will go through and my revival for funxcite will come true. for a start of great events for the colleagues, especially since the influx of FA cases has rose drastically, i do hope the upcoming event will bring a little (or not alot) to them. so exciting if i may add, cause the long gone dynasties will be reliven where each will comand and conquer the ox trophy. and i was telling CH that my job is worthy for those who appreciate me and i shall go beyond the 5 thousand miles (doesn't that ring a bell to you?) to make sure it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SYRsoyzrtmI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8OemVftdV2I/s1600-h/mailer+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297478509783660130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SYRsoyzrtmI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8OemVftdV2I/s400/mailer+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come 9 feb 2009, i'll come prepared with my tanglongs, lu kan oranges coupled with chocolate coins. think i am gonna lose my voice somehow or rather. lo hei ah lo hei ah huat ah huat ah huat ah. i think i will. oh wtf... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-276421459944512982?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/276421459944512982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SYRsoyzrtmI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8OemVftdV2I/s72-c/mailer+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1800529798355392514</id><published>2009-01-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:57:29.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tips for better life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Play more games.&lt;br /&gt;6. Read more books than you did the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp; under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;br /&gt;14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the                   lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;18. Smile and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don't compare your partner with others.&lt;br /&gt;24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;26. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;27. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;28. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;29. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;30. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;31. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;32. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;33. Do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;34. Call your family often.&lt;br /&gt;35. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy.&lt;br /&gt;36. Each day give something good to others.&lt;br /&gt;37. Don't over do. Keep your limits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-1800529798355392514?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1800529798355392514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1800529798355392514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1800529798355392514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1800529798355392514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/01/tips-for-better-life-1.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1094546100262911781</id><published>2009-01-27T22:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:40:07.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a blast holiday. basking in the sun accompanied by the soothing waves of mauritius.&lt;br /&gt;gorging to the wonderful cuisine; a blend of Creole, Chinese, European and Indian influences. shedding away those worriness and the red dot everyday stress by diving to the relatively shallow and clam water just to get marvelled by the coral reef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no holiday. no basking in the sun. no wonderful cuisine it has been.&lt;br /&gt;instead i've been practically been in the office slogging my way thru the harsh life of corporate world and indespicable people with 'shallow' and 'scheming' in their middle name, fighting my sanity. (so what's new? bah!!!) likewise, it has been the 'shittiest' week ever and talk about the 'ox' year. certainly a bleak moment to start with. being a sensitive me, i can easily be plumbed to such circumstances and gloom over it. till i start to realise or came across a saying that 'to make things change for a better, it is u who will make it happen'. Move over the heavy shadowed clouds and bleakness, cause i wish to make it happen it my way. and yes, i have promised myself that i shall 'cheong' all the way and make you realise my 'worth'. even the 'nasi lemak' can overthrown the power of 'kacang'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed a challenge for year 2009 and i certainly pray that i won't stoop to my knees easily and admit defeat. Always a believer that things happen for a reason and it is us to understand the cause and take it as a learning point. everyday in fact is a learning journey and no one is living a perfect world or life. beneath such joyful blog entries or smiles or even photo shots, there's always the setback. well, i am living in a real world and virtually, my entries are not that much of happy and joyful incidents. i shared my angst, frustration, happiness, suprises and more on this blog. it's a virtual page of expressions as i always tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for this week. i am feeling shit like hell but i compensate it by snapping alot of photos and baking macaroons for Nadir's 3rd party. think i am into baking and photog as my fav interest this year (hope it last... hahaha). anyway, u can enjoy the pic in my facebook and even add me as ur friend (disclaimer - nope, i am not selling myself, i am just networking and expanding my social link). guess what! i met most of my tampiness sec school frens from facebook and it has been great to know how we have aged well and gracefully, if i can add. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a special clip that i took during the party. he is trying hard to focus at me while the rest is singing the bday song. ok ok no clip cause something wrong with the server. and since i am dead tired and tomorrow is a start of a busy day or even month, i shall go to sleep now. too many concept papers to submit and admin file. so if u really wanna see it, just click on my facebook. or not wait till i have time to do so. lol &lt;ok&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;while that happened, i bought Nadrah this gorgeous pair of shoe and suspenders from Pumpkin patch. Honestly, i think my salary not all but most of it spent on her especially her clothings. what can i say, except i am happy that she does not inherit this 'peary' shape of mine but instead settled with nash 'lankiness'. but hey, she does look after me though her eyes abit tak kena gitue. somehow, i blamed for always argue with my boss during my pregnancy terms as she has 'her' eyes. darn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8hneA8IxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/83Plf_mbemA/s1600-h/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295988648766612242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8hneA8IxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/83Plf_mbemA/s400/DSC_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and while enjoying the good food prepared by my mom and sis, i start to think about work. strategy to be implaced on how i can dominate the office and prove my worth and let them suffer and cry if i'm given a chance to move to another section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8iWZbJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAk8/r2h3IRM6snE/s1600-h/DSC_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295989454988243538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8iWZbJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAk8/r2h3IRM6snE/s400/DSC_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, quite spastic with my right palm shielding the negative force from entering my right face. part of fengshui as i tried to explain to nash. he shuddered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8kpaZO4dI/AAAAAAAAAlc/YmcoK0J0Ku4/s1600-h/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295991980689383890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8kpaZO4dI/AAAAAAAAAlc/YmcoK0J0Ku4/s400/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when that pose failed, i strike another 'ungodly' give me the power of mind pose. that even failed miserably, cause he laughed his brain off looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8jNTu3LoI/AAAAAAAAAlE/zvVCFTnYIkA/s1600-h/DSC_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295990398353092226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8jNTu3LoI/AAAAAAAAAlE/zvVCFTnYIkA/s400/DSC_0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sensing my angst (yes, i've taken over his mr volatile title now), he coax me to take a threesome pic. and from threesome, we became foursome. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8kNWACKsI/AAAAAAAAAlU/eaemsygf-fM/s1600-h/DSC_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295991498473614018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8kNWACKsI/AAAAAAAAAlU/eaemsygf-fM/s400/DSC_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8kNd_VKwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/VY0eVZig2sw/s1600-h/DSC_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295991500618148610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8kNd_VKwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/VY0eVZig2sw/s400/DSC_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but since foursome and threesome is too much to handle, we settled for a 'lovey dovey' lovers photos for recollection of our dating time. so miang so gatal pose. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8liP9PKsI/AAAAAAAAAls/MRLf0odM1gs/s1600-h/facebook+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295992957140150978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8liP9PKsI/AAAAAAAAAls/MRLf0odM1gs/s400/facebook+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8liEm91mI/AAAAAAAAAlk/eTSCpdcM_q0/s1600-h/facebook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295992954093950562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8liEm91mI/AAAAAAAAAlk/eTSCpdcM_q0/s400/facebook2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well having him and nadrah completes me. but to have the whole family stand by you and loving you always is the best deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8mtOricLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/QFp2B4tMRJY/s1600-h/DSC_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295994245287669938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8mtOricLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/QFp2B4tMRJY/s400/DSC_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8mtDmjlnI/AAAAAAAAAl0/dArDgVZylu4/s1600-h/DSC_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295994242313983602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8mtDmjlnI/AAAAAAAAAl0/dArDgVZylu4/s400/DSC_0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;though i've gone thru the shit of the week but i am glad the weekend is paid off. i feel the love when i am with them. thanks for making my day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-1094546100262911781?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1094546100262911781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1094546100262911781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1094546100262911781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1094546100262911781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-has-been-blast-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SX8hneA8IxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/83Plf_mbemA/s72-c/DSC_0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-7639962814370691609</id><published>2009-01-21T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:01:31.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall never joke nor be light-hearted with you&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to know that all the promises given was not deliberated &lt;br /&gt;but i know, deep down i know &lt;br /&gt;thought it is it is late but at least it is better than never&lt;br /&gt;to know what kind of backstabber u can be or even a lier or even an opportunist (just so u reap ur own benefits)&lt;br /&gt;i am a fool, a coming-to 30 year old fool&lt;br /&gt;such incident i took in by my stride cause it will never ever brings me down permanently&lt;br /&gt;i will fight on on pure innocence and not vengeance&lt;br /&gt;so bring it on&lt;br /&gt;i will show you my worth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-7639962814370691609?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/7639962814370691609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6123493637159585753</id><published>2009-01-17T07:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:55:42.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this week has been the 'shittiest' ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much for a new year where you hope that you look forward to good times (despite the economic downturn) + anticipated to begin fresh after last year lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it churned dissipated solace whenever i think about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finding ways to make me feel good, how to be a better person and to leap back to be the same ol' ismawati that everyone used to know in projects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i admit that i have lost my 'pojo' and faded for the last 3 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that a heavy consequences that i have to pay due for this coming months just to prove that i am not what she thought of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dun feel the 'passion' to elaborate but the word that she has used on me is very strong indeed and i felt that it is to your own benefits and gain that without thinking or being rationale, such remarks given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;likewise, i wish to reiterate, i am just a small fry and a human being too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, lesson learnt though and such revelations were unveil;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) for all the good things/accolades achieved will just go to drain because of 1 stupid mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) never be good to someone who is unable to do good for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) always back your doings and never procrastinate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) if need to 'cheong' all the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) always follow procedure though at times it can be irrelevant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) always back your doings (important that's why it was mentioned twice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to nashao for hearing me out and enduring my 'gembeng-ness'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not forgetting super purple nadrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope you will always drive those bad luck and bad people away just like the monster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-5566012608760158011</id><published>2009-01-06T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:14:01.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNdXhlqZdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bNpPC8B510Y/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288173046197806546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNdXhlqZdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bNpPC8B510Y/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, it is me, the fat one. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u know what makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNdXZNK1EI/AAAAAAAAAfs/SL_xAkwSH7U/s1600-h/us+with+border.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288173043947590722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNdXZNK1EI/AAAAAAAAAfs/SL_xAkwSH7U/s400/us+with+border.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when i am not deployed for any event , i feel blessed! cause that's when i would spend my sunday with full of anticipation, love and joy with nashao and lil nadrah.  a precious moment indeed for us since we both are equally tied down with work. nashao with his shift and me with event/project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNdW-G-AAI/AAAAAAAAAfk/wC-wxUJTXb8/s1600-h/the+parents+and+brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288173036673826818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNdW-G-AAI/AAAAAAAAAfk/wC-wxUJTXb8/s400/the+parents+and+brother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my feel of joy never stops here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause to have them (my ayah, mak &amp;amp; shaharul) to spent it with us makes me feel glorified =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNdWvidfZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/BQ6TzmcMcBg/s1600-h/siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288173032762604946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNdWvidfZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/BQ6TzmcMcBg/s400/siblings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; adding to the feeling of glory would my siblings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNdWR9OpKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/TyYUbt0DEZ0/s1600-h/the+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288173024821814434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNdWR9OpKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/TyYUbt0DEZ0/s400/the+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not forgetting our offsprings that never fail to make us shout, run, pespire, uncalmful moments. on top of it all, their antics foster us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNeFvAzIfI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ytIcevISHBc/s1600-h/cousin+moments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288173840075268594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNeFvAzIfI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ytIcevISHBc/s400/cousin+moments.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; being cousins, they do have their own personal space despite that they are only toddlers. i always wonder what are they yapping about when they meet. such shot of them together is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNeFFdvfYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/bbpSbslWHlA/s1600-h/soccer+moments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288173828922375554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNeFFdvfYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/bbpSbslWHlA/s400/soccer+moments.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from  having their 'toddler-convention' out came the ball and it is soccer time or perhaps rugby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNeEl0iB4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/OBF6aAhHRMc/s1600-h/bubbles+chaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288173820428027778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNeEl0iB4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/OBF6aAhHRMc/s400/bubbles+chaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; since the girls can't rough it out with the boys, out came the 'bubbles-chaser'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNeEMUA1QI/AAAAAAAAAgE/UQnCLCXbtY0/s1600-h/stuntman+moments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288173813580748034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNeEMUA1QI/AAAAAAAAAgE/UQnCLCXbtY0/s400/stuntman+moments.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bubbles can be quite bored at certain extent, the kids proceed to have their own custom 'human-swing' by nashao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNeDtsK5iI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lwu4MHF1LwQ/s1600-h/sister+moments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288173805360571938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNeDtsK5iI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lwu4MHF1LwQ/s400/sister+moments.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and while the kids at play, the sister and in law spent time chatting and bonding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNfHUYPOoI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3P0zs5rekvM/s1600-h/makan+1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288174966797187714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNfHUYPOoI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3P0zs5rekvM/s400/makan+1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with us all retreat for picnic-styled lunch &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNfHDM8dPI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8dXxnywhi7U/s1600-h/makan+moments+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288174962186417394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNfHDM8dPI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8dXxnywhi7U/s400/makan+moments+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we eat sue's delicious aglio olio that have a good spread of prawns (lain kali jgn ikut cakap abg, bawak 4 container skali. hahaha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNfGibnvrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MOoipSZxvjw/s1600-h/ra+moments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288174953389604530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNfGibnvrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MOoipSZxvjw/s400/ra+moments.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; admist the good makan session, lil atiqah just had to do it. some RA session going on here =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNfGJURPcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/15h1s8vYflc/s1600-h/lunch+as+a+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288174946647883202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNfGJURPcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/15h1s8vYflc/s400/lunch+as+a+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but watever it is, we still enjoying it. giving a palm up, thumbs up, twist sign, and whatever it can be to the day that was well spent together. and where else that we can have it than at....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNfFxmWfUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AaLOjKykwcY/s1600-h/botanic+garden+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288174940281273666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNfFxmWfUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AaLOjKykwcY/s400/botanic+garden+sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SINGAPORE BOTANIC GARDENS!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it was my first time there and yes, Mardiah, it is huge with bountiful, plentiful and abundantful of beautiful trees, flowers and even dog poos. hahahaha and with a such luxurious green space, we all have fun (and sweaty)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wanna see us in actions, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/flashy-aura/3174099800/in/photostream/"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and seriously, i need to buy flickr pro. too many photos too little space. perhaps by next pay day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-5566012608760158011?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/5566012608760158011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=5566012608760158011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5566012608760158011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5566012608760158011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-it-is-me-fat-one.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SWNdXhlqZdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bNpPC8B510Y/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-19729070852328278</id><published>2009-01-03T14:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:57:40.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, our class starts early&lt;br /&gt;nadrah was up by 7.00 am and push me over the bed so that she can make her exit&lt;br /&gt;guess, she's pretty much enthusiastic with the art class&lt;br /&gt;heard that today subject is on abstract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV8EhQICxnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/KTz9NQM5m3U/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286949456867149426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV8EhQICxnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/KTz9NQM5m3U/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;let me see what colours shall I use today? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV8EhGEiHaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/g2DpuF6BS2Y/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286949454168071586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV8EhGEiHaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/g2DpuF6BS2Y/s400/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yellow and black? deadly combi or maybe white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV8Eg1e6qUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/dnwdgplm-18/s1600-h/DSC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286949449715329346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV8Eg1e6qUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/dnwdgplm-18/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, maybe i start with black? feeling emo now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286949445062117298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV8EgkJgR7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/DtZab8a4CYs/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; nah, shall stick to blue! same like my top. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV9xzM3y4UI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8vI6NC_lwYo/s1600-h/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287069611998765378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV9xzM3y4UI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8vI6NC_lwYo/s400/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i dun feel good. can't capture the moods in this position. think i change just so to get the aura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV9xy7QaJiI/AAAAAAAAAb8/JLLQ4q5Viek/s1600-h/DSC_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287069607270164002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV9xy7QaJiI/AAAAAAAAAb8/JLLQ4q5Viek/s400/DSC_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; maybe, this position will do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV9xyy_7OdI/AAAAAAAAAb0/g9ur9kW15l8/s1600-h/DSC_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287069605053544914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV9xyy_7OdI/AAAAAAAAAb0/g9ur9kW15l8/s400/DSC_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shucks. still can't have it. maybe this position be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV9xypm88UI/AAAAAAAAAbs/0jIjrI7WFio/s1600-h/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287069602532880706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV9xypm88UI/AAAAAAAAAbs/0jIjrI7WFio/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or maybe jutting out my cute bums bums?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV9xyEXbfJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/A-F3eiJ7mQg/s1600-h/DSC_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287069592535661714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV9xyEXbfJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/A-F3eiJ7mQg/s400/DSC_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oohhhh... it is happening. the blue has guided me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV90FtelKZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YwSRM5ZAy80/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287072129012279698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV90FtelKZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YwSRM5ZAy80/s400/DSC_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the black, blue and touch of green... ehmmmm so magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV90FYcMURI/AAAAAAAAAck/WCyuKazO_40/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287072123365118226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV90FYcMURI/AAAAAAAAAck/WCyuKazO_40/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; maybe i add a tinge of red will make it to cost a whopping $10k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV90FEBkHMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ab-1XTV_duY/s1600-h/DSC_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287072117884722370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV90FEBkHMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ab-1XTV_duY/s400/DSC_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i am feeling the mood! lack of blue to neutralise the black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV90Euc0ckI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wLUoWhEK0DA/s1600-h/DSC_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287072112093459010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV90Euc0ckI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wLUoWhEK0DA/s400/DSC_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! i have coloured my floor. think my mama is screaming at me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV90ER4pFSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pi9G7HnGH4U/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287072104425526562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV90ER4pFSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pi9G7HnGH4U/s400/DSC_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm d-e-a-d&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV91xRCpVwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Tdnd1j9YvzA/s1600-h/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287073976804792066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV91xRCpVwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Tdnd1j9YvzA/s400/DSC_0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really! i did not do it on purpose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV91w6DJzSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xvXsBDvwTpk/s1600-h/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287073970632903970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV91w6DJzSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xvXsBDvwTpk/s400/DSC_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what's that? i need to be punished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV91wmxlhzI/AAAAAAAAAds/n1lE0wB8WU0/s1600-h/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287073965458949938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV91wmxlhzI/AAAAAAAAAds/n1lE0wB8WU0/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what are u doing to me, Mak Long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV91wOZR5DI/AAAAAAAAAdk/P-dA-8mSdEw/s1600-h/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287073958914548786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV91wOZR5DI/AAAAAAAAAdk/P-dA-8mSdEw/s400/DSC_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not the cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV91vud-qPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/N5KaO9Vaubs/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287073950344325362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV91vud-qPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/N5KaO9Vaubs/s400/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh well, at least, i look vogue for now. who knows? it will be look of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till the next art lesson, i promise that i shall never colour the flooring again and make my poor mama bent all over with chunks and chunks of wet tissues to clean my after mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's play snuggle under the blankie again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1290365316552815953-19729070852328278?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/19729070852328278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=19729070852328278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/19729070852328278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/19729070852328278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-our-class-starts-early-nadrah-was.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SV8EhQICxnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/KTz9NQM5m3U/s72-c/DSC_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-7899441573489427631</id><published>2009-01-01T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:16:56.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SVzYdw0H1FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/G2x51MH8YYw/s1600-h/010109+-+mak+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286338068457444434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SVzYdw0H1FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/G2x51MH8YYw/s400/010109+-+mak+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, it was my mak birthday yesterday, 31.12.2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had small gathering with my elders today @ my abode and i am happy whenever they are here cause i missed living my family life with them when we young and singles. but look at me now, happily married with nashao and a beautiful child to be with, what's not to be happy. and the plus point is, i have my mak, ayah and shaharul to be with me too. i am glad that nashao is the one for me and he has no issues with me bringing my family to reside with us cause i always been the baby and since i was young (in pri 1 in fact), i had promised to take good care of my parents when they turn seniors. and i am glad that i have to do so now. so thank you alot Nashao. i knew for start you were the one for me when we first chatted on mirc. it is so strange but so true. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have i told you that i am smitten with mr edward cullen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not his pale look or his high end hair that makes girls drool about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's his eyes. something magical about it (despite the fact that he used contacts and all) but i just adore his deep set eyes (and i am lucky that nash has deep set eyes too) as well as his bad boy image that makes good girls (like me?) to go goo-goo ga-ga over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the song on my blog now, was the one that they dance to during the prom night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so so so loooooomaaaaannnnttttiiiicccc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i used to question what is so great about twilight till i watch it myself with mardiah &amp;amp; janice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and quite enlightening when we end our day with 'to be trained to be human tofu, just send the newly appointed vampire to yoga session at bangalore!' sorry janice, but it just crosses my mind to say that, nothing planned. really! what new would be, we have made a pact to meet ms nparks, ms sa, ms mcys (if she can wake up on time? hahaha) as well as ms project at least once a month for a good movie. possibly a review over coffee or my fav ice chocolate with hazelnut afterwards?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to nash, he has helped to dl the ebooks for twilight, new moon, eclipse and breaking dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall lunch in for now as i am in major 'saving mode' till march 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at least, i have reasons to do so, that is to complete reading the books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.... i shall fascinate mr edward cullen while doing so with me being bella? (*puke*) or if nash just got jealous over it, no worries, i shall paint an image of nash in my mind being pale and done up the chunky hair. at least, that's seem appropriate? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much so for 2009, to lunch in and saving money will be one of my long-term goals so that i can enuff savings to achieve my other short or long-term goals. pffttt...i really need a lot of help in this and as discussed, we hope to finish all our loans by late 2009 or 2010 by cashing our bonus to pay all. so this year, def. no shopping gala or excessive spending. (oh god, do give me the strengths. lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey, it was never easy to have a house of your own, with multi-killing renovation made and now with a child that carries alot of financial responsibility. likewise, we would shrug with teensy of regrets for not saving early or enuff, if i may add. but we both decides that these are all learning points that we learn and shall be cautioned in the future. for now, ultimately, my (our) goal would be to finish off all these 'heavy-burdened loans, which is ending very soon. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if u think to save money is only my goal for 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fat hope, cause i have more to my sleeves but am too tired to type since tomorrow is another working day and the only day. why can't they just spare us tomorrow and be merry by extending it to be another PH? shrugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a high note, I LOVE YOU MAK!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me be the one to take care of you now and be concerned with those complicated issues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-7899441573489427631?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/7899441573489427631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=7899441573489427631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7899441573489427631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7899441573489427631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-it-was-my-mak-birthday-yesterday-31.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SVzYdw0H1FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/G2x51MH8YYw/s72-c/010109+-+mak+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-5471966251268376365</id><published>2008-12-28T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:41:08.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SVeMZSD59_I/AAAAAAAAAas/bUXIEy0TyWM/s1600-h/maal_hijrah_1430h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284847053715404786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SVeMZSD59_I/AAAAAAAAAas/bUXIEy0TyWM/s400/maal_hijrah_1430h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have learnt that New Year should be celebrated with resolutions. A migration process for one to recap the past doings, identifying faults and def. a learning platform provider for one to analyse in bid to find a proper solutions/options to one discontented actions. During this period too, I never failed to do some soul searching, of which, a gauge was done on my doings as well as lifestyles by establishing a list of achievements/dismay for the past 1 year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I stumbled upon &lt;strong&gt;Surah Al-Hashr: 18.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Allah s.w.t. berfirman yang bermaksud: “Hai orang-orang yang beriman, bertakwalah kamu kepada Allah dan hendaklah setiap diri memperhatikan apa yang telah diperbuatnya untuk hari esok (akhirat) dan bertakwalah kepada Allah, sesungguhnya Allah Maha Mengetahui apa yang kamu kerjakan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upon reading it, it sent shivers to my spine as I knew that I have never done enuff to achieve the feeling of attainment or rather equipped myself with substantial knowledge to be prepared for the 'DAY'. And it concerned me too that without such power knowledge, I questioned myself if I am prepared to lead Nadrah to be a good muslim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Henceforth, Insya ALLAH, with Maal Hijrah 1430H, I resolute that for all goals that've been lingering in my dainted mind will be honoured and graced. For me to be able to share the values of islamic teachings to Nadrah will indeed be th best gifts for me. It will be a challenge indeed balancing dunia dan akhirat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will try my very best cause I really really hope to be grining from ear to ear while typing an entry of my life report book when Maal Hijrah 1431H comes on 18 December 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amin Amin Ya Rabal Alamin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-5471966251268376365?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/5471966251268376365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=5471966251268376365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5471966251268376365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5471966251268376365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-learnt-that-new-year-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SVeMZSD59_I/AAAAAAAAAas/bUXIEy0TyWM/s72-c/maal_hijrah_1430h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-3380717620041609163</id><published>2008-12-26T04:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:20:11.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so colourful but i see grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SVP2WctNDUI/AAAAAAAAAak/3gYNsSzZLws/s1600-h/colourful+path+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283837653359070530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SVP2WctNDUI/AAAAAAAAAak/3gYNsSzZLws/s400/colourful+path+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have sent it on christmas eve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and surely, my grand entrance to her officer and conveying my plans have definitely changed my boss 'bubble-listic' moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;f**k it, i need to breathe a new scent of environment (which is not too much green but whisked with help &amp;amp; hope) sooner or later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;so just wish me luck&lt;/u&gt; cause i need to cross 1 major hurdle before the final yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;graying now though there're brightly paths waiting for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;so wish me luck peeps&lt;/u&gt; cause i really feel i need it all in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yes, twice. no double entry. i seriously need the luck =p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;luckily christmas was not 'snowing' with cats &amp;amp; dogs (alhamdullilah, kering jugak kita semua)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;colourful day it has been with cooing and twittering accompany us all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for those who have been waiting for the photos, i have uploaded it &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/flashy-aura/3135511711/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry hor, i have yet to upgrade to pro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(hence, other x-rated or overly-posed pics are not loaded)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but no worries, will pass u a copy when i fly over to the east this week or so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heart you all. i love my family. yes, i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-3380717620041609163?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/3380717620041609163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=3380717620041609163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/3380717620041609163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/3380717620041609163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-colourful-but-i-see-grey.html' title='so colourful but i see grey'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SVP2WctNDUI/AAAAAAAAAak/3gYNsSzZLws/s72-c/colourful+path+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1137537202332331362</id><published>2008-12-21T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:51:11.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a super sneak sensation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SU5WYElSdyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Eqobh0Ezl6c/s1600-h/shot+1+-+sense+of+trouble+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282254384499160866" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SU5WZeIENJI/AAAAAAAAAaM/LL99hzUZMCk/s400/shot+5+-+wait+a+min+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SU5XPVqcVVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/D8LsCBlefp0/s1600-h/shot+6+-+backyardigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282255333976986962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SU5XPVqcVVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/D8LsCBlefp0/s400/shot+6+-+backyardigan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1290365316552815953-1137537202332331362?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1137537202332331362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1137537202332331362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1137537202332331362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1137537202332331362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-sneak-sensation.html' title='a super sneak sensation'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SU5WYElSdyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Eqobh0Ezl6c/s72-c/shot+1+-+sense+of+trouble+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-8350520489470767109</id><published>2008-12-16T20:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:49:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>handicapped in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SUew0V6cxyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/za6_KrLo-Lk/s1600-h/love_by_recreatethemisery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280383501397182242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SUew0V6cxyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/za6_KrLo-Lk/s400/love_by_recreatethemisery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;it was so hard to live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyday and night i keep thinking of all the good times that we have together when we were apart. ur sleekness, ur chiseled face, smooth skin and wittiness keeps me pulsating&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still remember when we first meet. it was in hectic march 2005 where i was planning for family funnival and my elders' wedding. though our intro was kindda cold, your warmth starts to pull through gradually, helping me along the way and keep me in sanity.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as time past by, we always come in contact from daily till hourly till seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just can't stop myself from knowing you more. as years go by, it made me realise how valuable you are to me and with incidents, it made you realise how u needed me too. &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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still remember, we were working late and both got kindda hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there i was sharing with you my favorite M&amp;amp;S choc chip cookies with you. though you were hesitant initially, you started to cave in to your desire till you just can't have enough and had to keep it between you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from that moments, i always look forward for such opportunity to be with you and share biscuits or snacks together. such an intimate moments are not easily forgotten and all hardships, late nights and joy together is non-perishable. we grew stronger each day and we went a step further by keeping in contact after nash doze off at night.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;night was never boring with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with your husky deep voice, you would croon for me while i busy doing work and sending me therapeutic tones that keeps my mind alert and well or while i was depressed with deadlines&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;we were there for each other like adan and eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are my soulmate, confidante, sweet honey, love and bickering partner&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;btw, do u still remember how u lost ur button just because u were trying your best to help me finish my report that required by Ms D urgently?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried to buy you a new one but ur button is just too exquisite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;promise i'll get it for you nextime... or never?&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but alas, i lost you forever now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a shock to me when u leave me abruptly, sending me signals that you have been hit with a love 'bug'. i thot we are in it together. it has always been you and me. and now you just leave me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday, 10 December 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's one unfateful day where i never ever feel so handicapped&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 was almost turn berserk!&lt;br /&gt;don't you know how much I need you? friends consoled me and says that it is for the better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least, this is one good excuse for me to break free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow, it is true. i just have to let go of you&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss our ol' good times together and what left now is just sweet memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope that you'll find peace and happiness after meeting your love 'bug'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you shall never be forgotten, my love&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodbye my Fujitsu Life Series baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you have indeed done justice for the past 4 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you for all the good or bad times, u are cherished and respected by me&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lastly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may you rest in peace with your love 'bug' and i am sorry for missing that 'button' of yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it seems your guarantee expires last year and to pay for $300 +++ for a new set of keys, i think that pretty absurd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1290365316552815953-8350520489470767109?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/8350520489470767109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=8350520489470767109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/8350520489470767109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/8350520489470767109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/12/handicapped-in-love.html' title='handicapped in love'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SUew0V6cxyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/za6_KrLo-Lk/s72-c/love_by_recreatethemisery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6289251213525769494</id><published>2008-12-13T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:55:31.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pleasantly voiceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SUPaoZVrMKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nbJEruB8MR0/s1600-h/constipated+look+in+bw+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279303575739773090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SUPaoZVrMKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nbJEruB8MR0/s400/constipated+look+in+bw+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - picture speaks louder than words -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1290365316552815953-6289251213525769494?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6289251213525769494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6289251213525769494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6289251213525769494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6289251213525769494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/12/pleasantly-voiceless.html' title='pleasantly voiceless'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SUPaoZVrMKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nbJEruB8MR0/s72-c/constipated+look+in+bw+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-851762300395769814</id><published>2008-12-13T06:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:20:26.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drown me with honey-flavored tea, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="457" alt="natalie dee" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/081306/oh-no-its-sick.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;make it a honey flavored one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun ask me why but if you were to browse thru my blog, there's seem to be alot of add-ons. i was not bored to death when i starts to play with it, but it just a placebo for my soreness poo poo throat that irritates me whenever i think about it. so since i got time to find widgets online, sure for 1 reason or another, i have spurred myself to learn more about sore throat and perhaps find an equally good treatment for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so let's start with 'Do You Know?' - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sore Throat is one of the most common of medical complaints.&lt;br /&gt;An inflammation or infection of the pharynx accompanied with discomfort, pain, or scratchiness in the throat.&lt;br /&gt;Highly contagious that can be spread thru cough and sneezing &gt;&gt; that explains why u should always cover your mouth&lt;br /&gt;It is a symptom and not a disease.&lt;br /&gt;The first indication that you're getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;Its severity ranges from simple scratchiness to severe pain.&lt;br /&gt;Do visit the doctor if your sore throat is a recurring prob not associated with a viral or bacterial infection.&lt;br /&gt;They are by no means pleasant &gt;&gt; you can say that again.&lt;br /&gt;Soothe your throat by drinking a cup of hot tea that contains honey&lt;br /&gt;If it is severe and persists for more than 2 days and followed by fever, headache, rash, swelling, nausea or vomiting you should visit your doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So What is the Best Cure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gargling with thyme tea which is a powerful antiseptic, disinfectant, antibacterial, anti this and that, or using lemon juice.&lt;br /&gt;If lemon is not your cup of tea, you can always add a little honey to it, which will also help the throat.&lt;br /&gt;For the daring one, eat some well-beaten egg whites.&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, have a mixture of equal quantities of honey, vinegar and lemon juice, taken in teaspoonfuls several times a day. The honey is soothing, the vinegar clears the sinuses and the lemon kills the bugs (that's keeping it simple)...&lt;br /&gt;Drinking a lot of fluids will help you get rid of a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Drink a ton of hot water and try gargling with Listerine; it gets rid of a sore throat surprisingly fast.&lt;br /&gt;Plus a metric load of vitamin C will get rid of a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Herbal medicines can really help.&lt;br /&gt;Gargle cayenne pepper mixed with water 3-5 times a day until the sore throat is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What great remedies! Any precautionary info once cured?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get rid of your sore throat, get rid of your toothbrush as it may cause the sore throat to return.&lt;br /&gt;Installing a humidifier in your room will help you get rid of a sore throat as well as prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(source from &lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?How-to-Get-Rid-of-a-Sore-Throat?&amp;amp;id=415771"&gt;http://ezinearticles.com/?How-to-Get-Rid-of-a-Sore-Throat?&amp;amp;id=415771&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;no wonder! i have missed out the honey in the tea. duh! anyway, think this week is the worst one, cause I'll need to call the plumber in too (if you know what i mean) for for techie info, my laptop definitely need a burial ground. it has to be scouted and decor well since it has done me justice thru-out my years in cdc. been spilling drinks, food (especially biscuit crumbs, no wonder there's ants crawling ard it. maybe they have nested in my laptop?), enduring thru my so-kasar-therma typing and angst frustration sponge. sad to have you go but in due of protection, u allowed me to rest cause i just cant checked email. thanks lappie. you'll be missed. heart heart you always. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-851762300395769814?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/851762300395769814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=851762300395769814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/851762300395769814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/851762300395769814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/12/drown-me-with-honey-flavored-tea-please.html' title='drown me with honey-flavored tea, please'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-514936000856504224</id><published>2008-12-13T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:33:55.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do u want to roar? or neigh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.kiko.com/widgets/myspace7.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="470" name="myspace" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" FlashVars="appt_id=954582&amp;main_fgcolor=0x000000&amp;main_bgcolor=0xCCCCCC&amp;att_fgcolor=0x000000&amp;att_bgcolor=0xCCCCCC&amp;stage_bgcolor=0xFFFFFF&amp;button_fgcolor=0x000000&amp;button_outcolor=0x00CCFF&amp;button_overcolor=0xFFFF00&amp;counter_fgcolor=0xFFFFFF&amp;counter_bgcolor=0x660000&amp;comment_fgcolor=0x000000&amp;comment_bgcolor=0xCCCCCC&amp;comtitle_fgcolor=0x000000&amp;comtitle_bgcolor=0xFFCC66&amp;show_comment=1&amp;show_counter=1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-514936000856504224?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/514936000856504224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=514936000856504224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/514936000856504224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/514936000856504224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-u-want-to-roar-or-neigh.html' title='do u want to roar? 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Unlike spore,my normal haunt will always be at either dorothy perkins or marks &amp;amp; spencer. and when their season is so 'belapok' or really not up to my likings, where else can i shop? None! even shops that promise plus size clothing can be deceiving because their plus size clothings cutting still catering for the small, petite one. shucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i mean, i am not blaming spore to have most women in such small sizes and competing always to remind themselves that they have eaten too much, should jaga their diet and to still complain eventhough they are still small and only gain 0.5 - 1kg. goodness. gracious. me. i especially squirmed whenever i got caught in such situation and i would end up telling them that I am the Epitome of Fat and I would be just happy to be in their state and not having to go through the stupid diet or hardcore exercise regime (which i have not been doing since i made a pact to lose weight. tsk tsk tsk...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;green with envy i have been for them. cause they can shop at any famous retailers in singapore and even enjoy the best price. i failed to believe and accept that plus size clothings are often charged alot higher with common reason given that we use more cloths! that's purely insensitive and ridiculous. perhaps that's one of the way to impress us to lose weight so that we can enjoy such benefits? ehmmm.... i rather leave that thought for now cause losing weight (especially this water-retented tummy of mine) is not easy. has never been and will never be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for that, i feel motivated that i can still look fab despite my plus size issue and to have a daughter whose dressing is far much more elaborate and stylo than me, it just got me driven. with stuffy nose,  phlegm-infested throat with bout of dizziness,  i googled for 'trends and fashion for plus size model'. I was apprehensive at first as I can't find brands that do international shipping but likewise GOD must have pity me because 'He' knows that i am in dire need for a change of wardrobe, he led me to &lt;a href="http://www.torrid.com/"&gt;www.torrid.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't ask me why it is call torrid.com. maybe because it comes from these 2 words - to (with additional r) and rid? to rid our fats or bulgeoning tummy? or because there just simply no better words to describe it at all? whatever it is, i dun care cau &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a sinful yet permissible desire or treat. partly because there wont be any single count of calories or fat added. just kaching kaching! since you have been working hard for this year, u should at very least spend some of your december bonus yeah? do pamper urself and visit &lt;a href="http://www.torrid.com/"&gt;www.torrid.com&lt;/a&gt;. i am so so so so so so loving se i find it to be a good journey of curing my inferiority complex and soothes my emotion that ended with unspeakable happiness because it comes with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(a) wide range of clothings for the plus size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(b) the models are all plus-size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(c) they do INTERNATIONAL shipping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i never ever did any INTERNATIONAL shipping before in my whole life and to have such eye-candy website, i feel it is the time for me to jump onto the 'purchase online' bandwagon. well, there's always a start of everything rite? so for you who are in the same genre as mine, do check out the website, i promise you that it taste even better thatn B&amp;amp;J cherry garcia or even Govida chocolate. it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-777581319023845631?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/777581319023845631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=777581319023845631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/777581319023845631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/777581319023845631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/12/hail-torridcom.html' title='hail torrid.com'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SUExc0JbQ0I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZkIL4ApyjU4/s72-c/i+love+torrid+com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2885839500029146367</id><published>2008-12-03T23:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:22:29.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>de weekly convention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what happen when the east and west collide?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STatByA6cMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/75XEb7Z-v2U/s1600-h/1+-+de+convention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594259628191938" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STau5kDWkyI/AAAAAAAAAYM/maJlHdb46Ow/s400/de+kdrama+queen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STau5VDxHhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/J2lxeidiDHE/s1600-h/de+look+alike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275596313439837714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STau5VDxHhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/J2lxeidiDHE/s400/de+look+alike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STau5Ifof9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/xM_HpLAkUMQ/s1600-h/de+pee+wee+nashaO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275596310067052498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STau5Ifof9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/xM_HpLAkUMQ/s400/de+pee+wee+nashaO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STawkUuqmcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3CUCCVoO-rY/s1600-h/de+young+and+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598151597332930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STawkUuqmcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3CUCCVoO-rY/s400/de+young+and+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STawj-YK-rI/AAAAAAAAAY8/BhRfYiUOFlw/s1600-h/de+same+chin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598145597405874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STawj-YK-rI/AAAAAAAAAY8/BhRfYiUOFlw/s400/de+same+chin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598133580334594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STawjRnFBgI/AAAAAAAAAY0/QGSV_6byN78/s400/de+suka+posing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STawjLbQzCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/hlWEQHiimmA/s1600-h/love+for+candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598131920161826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STawjLbQzCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/hlWEQHiimmA/s400/love+for+candy.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/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STawiyjMVqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8ixiA8NxwNA/s1600-h/de+star+shaped+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598125242537634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STawiyjMVqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8ixiA8NxwNA/s400/de+star+shaped+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STaxJPptQ6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/D0Ip3I8yp_s/s1600-h/spasticion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598785889518498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STaxJPptQ6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/D0Ip3I8yp_s/s400/spasticion.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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1290365316552815953-2885839500029146367?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2885839500029146367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2885839500029146367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2885839500029146367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2885839500029146367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-weekly-convention.html' title='de weekly convention'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STatByA6cMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/75XEb7Z-v2U/s72-c/1+-+de+convention.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2830845846864759284</id><published>2008-11-30T23:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:44:27.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone was the choo choo train</title><content type='html'>for months, i have it planned well in my head that i want to bring nadrah to West Coast Park for us to have fun with the ever-so-ready playground (that i have never enjoyed when i was young and the only excitement that i got would be a ride on the see-saw, speaking of which, gone are the conventional wooden one that would just squeak whenever we had our fair of ride) and end it with a nice breakfast at MACs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it would be a great day since nashao is not working &amp;amp; to have him available on Saturday is such a precious delight since he is on shift. but! Alas, the wish was forgo (again) as all of us woke up late. pfffttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, all of us ended up seating in the car scratching our rustic brain thinking  of place to go for good makan session as well as jalan2. and since Alwiyah was about to get warded at KK on the same day, we  have all decided to make a trip to mustafa centre to get tins and tins of kacang phool which my mak can never find at jurong. ish ish ish.... so anyway, while we were on the topic of mediteranean food, it just hit me that it has been eons since I last ate any GOOD Chappati since Tekah Market has closed down. I still remember there's this Bai Singh who make such good chappati that the queue is endless cause people wants more after eating a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a swift, we all thought of Tanjong Pagar Railway Station.&lt;br /&gt;the railway station has sparked many nostalgic as well as informative moments for us; with Mak rambling on about how she would go there to send her pak teh, that the land belong to Malaysia, how fearful it was for her to go to the toilet during the train ride and so forth. i was not only been blessed with those stories but as of course the 4 pieces (ok ok , 3 and a half pieces of chappati) which I savoured with keema, curry chicken and potatoes curry. i feel as though that i am in 'India'. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STKwtdywltI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3ptFwllPKLI/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274472408742401746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STKwtdywltI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3ptFwllPKLI/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;: there goes! Tanjong Pagar Railway Cold Drinks :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STKwx9mm0oI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Xsm6mdUKUog/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274472486000841346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STKwx9mm0oI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Xsm6mdUKUog/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: special shot taken by NashaO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STKwxT6wsyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZsGKwXhfqBY/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274472474811085602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STKwxT6wsyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZsGKwXhfqBY/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; : wish i was on a trip to nowhere that couples with tons of stash :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STKwwDRMj7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/rjKv-IhZ4Jo/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274472453161914290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STKwwDRMj7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/rjKv-IhZ4Jo/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; : the finger licking good chappati &amp;amp; keema that urge me to have more &amp;amp; forgo my diet plan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STKwynGGV7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1923D9jPLNA/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274472497138784178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STKwynGGV7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1923D9jPLNA/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; : a pix of fav opah &amp;amp; atok with de'Nadrah :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was indeed a well spent day that having us ended at Changi Airport where our time wafted by fast with only us sitting at the fountain @ T3 chatting non-stop while my cousins proceed and be  'surrogate' mothers to de'Nadrah. She had fun and enjoyed the company of Abg Harith too. We should do this often especially making trips to TP Railway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Super shiok i tell you their chappati and teh tarik. 'Malaysian Style' hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1290365316552815953-2830845846864759284?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2830845846864759284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2830845846864759284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2830845846864759284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2830845846864759284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/11/gone-was-choo-choo-train.html' title='gone was the choo choo train'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/STKwtdywltI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3ptFwllPKLI/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6351772122281801017</id><published>2008-11-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:11:25.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beacons of jeweled rays</title><content type='html'>alot of changes will be made&lt;br /&gt;my blogskin, my style of writing (which is so anti-dynamics)and def. my outlook in life&lt;br /&gt;i think since i start blogging, i have played it quite conservatively always put others in mind and trying hard to be diplomatically correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with new year beckoning ard the corner, this is a great time to change. i shall pass over the 'whimpish' feathery hat of mine and placed it with a 'satin smoothed' top hat. guess the fresh air of genting highland has revitalised my dowdy and hazy minds with its vigour and sparks, just like the jeweled rays from casino monte carlo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just missed being what i used to be and have been... pffftttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-6351772122281801017?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6351772122281801017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6351772122281801017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6351772122281801017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6351772122281801017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/11/beacons-of-jeweled-rays.html' title='beacons of jeweled rays'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6692076698371046706</id><published>2008-11-25T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:23:38.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be or not to be?</title><content type='html'>reality bites! &lt;br /&gt;and it bites really hard, vivaciously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-6692076698371046706?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6692076698371046706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6692076698371046706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6692076698371046706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6692076698371046706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='to be or not to be?'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1767324993527796350</id><published>2008-11-23T16:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:55:33.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lift ur head up....duh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;would you be like them when u turn old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to witness elderly participating in a sport carnival enlighten me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of how the emcees simply have to scream so that the seniors would follow the game instructions or even get the carnival hyped up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the best part was, during the prize presentation ceremony, the emcee was instructing the winners to 'lift up your head' instead of 'Lift up your trophy' for the photo op. i laughed my heart out. It would be drastic and horror to see the elderly head lifted from their body. but i know they had fun, they are reliving their childhood moments again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSkWP5oB5OI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9YJwbtq-NYQ/s1600-h/DSC_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271769301236442338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSkWP5oB5OI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9YJwbtq-NYQ/s400/DSC_0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSkWQD-Be6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/J8RvssQ49-U/s1600-h/DSC_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271769304013044642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSkWQD-Be6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/J8RvssQ49-U/s400/DSC_0438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSkWQintWGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Wl_qomsp7Mg/s1600-h/DSC_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271769312240949346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSkWQintWGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Wl_qomsp7Mg/s400/DSC_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSkWQfMsCpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CWMAR2U5XHM/s1600-h/DSC_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271769311322311314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSkWQfMsCpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CWMAR2U5XHM/s400/DSC_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while that happen, i took a bite of my fav epok2; spicy sardines, yummy2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it just does seems to be the best as for now, my tummy is churning left, right and upside down. this is in fact the worst stomach flu that i ever had and I shall never eat that epok2 again though my idol loves to hang out @ that place. pffff. &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;because of this, i was not able to help out for the launch of 1mil native plants @ South West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you heard it rite, 1 million plants (shrubs, plants, trees, etc) to be planted in South West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do your part for the environment or be GREEN always by planting more plants &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if you are not those 'Green Fingers' breed, no worries 'Green Dollars' &lt;em&gt;(in this case, purple, orange, red, beige colour is applicable too)&lt;/em&gt; would be fine too visit &lt;a href="http://www.southwestcdc.org.sg/"&gt;http://www.southwestcdc.org.sg/&lt;/a&gt; for more information&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as mentioned in my previous post before or most of my posts before, i was so busy be it work or personal matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been taking other matters on hand first rather than my own health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was and am flat out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no worries as i reassure myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope to be well for my virgin trip to genting with NashaO, Nadrah and his team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a short getaway for us and the first as a family since Nadrah was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSkY9lWy3xI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pjVJmxinlBY/s1600-h/DSC_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271772285092683538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSkY9lWy3xI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pjVJmxinlBY/s400/DSC_0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-1767324993527796350?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1767324993527796350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1767324993527796350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1767324993527796350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1767324993527796350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/11/lift-ur-head-upduh.html' title='lift ur head up....duh'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSkWP5oB5OI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9YJwbtq-NYQ/s72-c/DSC_0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-5001554176406971432</id><published>2008-11-19T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:28:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extorted yet pleased</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i began my 'flashy aura' journey by extorting them to be my model &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or rather be the victims of my poor photography skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;endless instructions were given to them so as for me to capture the 'exotic' or 'essence' look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and with my experience organising the 1st photo shoot, i have managed to round off their glamourous nicks that will be used for future modeling stint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope, maybe, perhaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in 2 years time, their faces will be in the cover of ELLE, Bazaar or even Oprah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so should they become famous, i am not asking for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do remember these shots of mine and repay me by treating me to a pint of B&amp;amp;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dun be a stinky poo ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSQhbp6sLEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/r_gbwdyJQCM/s1600-h/(1)+dad+the+commentor+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270374222922525762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSQhbp6sLEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/r_gbwdyJQCM/s400/(1)+dad+the+commentor+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSQhckwY7AI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Yei4auZCur4/s1600-h/(5)+nabilah+the+wrestler+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270374238717012994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSQhckwY7AI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Yei4auZCur4/s400/(5)+nabilah+the+wrestler+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSQhcaOUuGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mOy7lNg6HL8/s1600-h/(4)+nadir+the+believer+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270374235889776738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSQhcaOUuGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mOy7lNg6HL8/s400/(4)+nadir+the+believer+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSQhcO7u_BI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ExFtWGleFd4/s1600-h/(2)+nadrah+the+persuader+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270374232859016210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSQhcO7u_BI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ExFtWGleFd4/s400/(2)+nadrah+the+persuader+copy.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/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSQhb-ZW30I/AAAAAAAAAU8/6mev-AnVL94/s1600-h/(3)+nashao+the+ufc+jungkie+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270374228419862338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSQhb-ZW30I/AAAAAAAAAU8/6mev-AnVL94/s400/(3)+nashao+the+ufc+jungkie+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any of publishing or modeling house in need of fresh face for your mag, product endorsement, commercial, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just ring 1800-i-am-a-newbie =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-5001554176406971432?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/5001554176406971432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=5001554176406971432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5001554176406971432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5001554176406971432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/11/extorted-yet-pleased.html' title='extorted yet pleased'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSQhbp6sLEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/r_gbwdyJQCM/s72-c/(1)+dad+the+commentor+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-877478689065686300</id><published>2008-11-19T05:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:15:39.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a P.O.P.P.Y</title><content type='html'>my hands are as itchy as though a poison ivy has just crept around me&lt;br /&gt;despite the attempt to learn a thing or two with the new gadgets over the weekend, it was indeed another failure as I prioritise my sleep rather than 'toggling' or 'caressing' it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, as norm, i was awake at 4am out of nothing?&lt;br /&gt;rather feeling happy? contented?unbelievable?&lt;br /&gt;i patted myself for my preseverence for the unbelievable 'torment' that I gone through to complete 4 different projects within a month. lessons were learnt and 1 thing straight; it is important to remain vigilant, to argue diplomatically and stand firm with your beliefs whenever you work with an agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October to November was indeed a 'fire-fighting' month till i felt so depressed and pondered of such happenings. There were to many 'Why' and it does not help when Ms D keep asking me 'Why' endlessly. Gawd! I was having nightmares about it. And at times like this (as well for even better times, ok), i will miss my best galpals; Mard &amp;amp; SJ that i even resorted to believe that by the twitch of my nose, they will just appear, soothing me with a cup of peach red tea with pearls. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just H.A.P.P.Y like a P.O.P.P.Y&lt;br /&gt;though i did not celebrate my BDAY in glam and style with blings or clubbing (which i wish to reiterate that I dun club despite many thoughts of others that think i do), i appreciate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) for all the wishes sent by my friends, mil, bro in law, sister, sil, brother, cousins&lt;br /&gt;(2) sweet kisses frm my parents with mak cook my fav meal - nasi briyani&lt;br /&gt;(3) my nephew singing the birthday song at the top of his lung and expecting me to bring out the cake after he ends his singing&lt;br /&gt;(4) nadrah for sticking on to me like a glue &amp;amp; giving me endless kiss &amp;amp; hugs (maybe that is her signature way to convey her wishes to me?)&lt;br /&gt;(5) NashaO for his suprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like i say, i am a simple woman with simple needs and wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i do get the shock of my life when i was presented with IT cause I never ever asked NashaO to get it for me cause it is quite 'EX' and having a house of our own, with bills and loans to be paid, we would not want to splurge our cash extensively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;having said that, the easiest way to appease me would be 'tech' stuff and NashaO knows that he too will reap benefits if he just get me IT. so what is the IT? scroll down (and since i am 29 this year, there will be 29 levels to keep you all suspense...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaging-resource.com/PRODS/D90/D90A.HTM"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270133571112568946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSNGj4EGiHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/atywESu34_0/s400/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Nikon D90 Reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so NashaO, when are we going to Hort Park?&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/1290365316552815953-877478689065686300?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/877478689065686300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=877478689065686300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/877478689065686300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/877478689065686300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-poppy.html' title='i am a P.O.P.P.Y'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SSNGj4EGiHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/atywESu34_0/s72-c/DSC_0162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1176022124578638194</id><published>2008-11-14T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:43:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unexpected 29</title><content type='html'>every year on 14 November without fail,&lt;br /&gt;he would end our celebration by assuring me that &lt;br /&gt;it will get even better for years to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is true!&lt;br /&gt;this year was even better than last year&lt;br /&gt;a full package, if i may add&lt;br /&gt;happen not during my big 30 celebration but 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got me the ONE, yes i was suprised (very, indeed)&lt;br /&gt;the ONE that I have been Eyeing and Salivating at (for the past 1 year to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;except it is NOT actually the ONE&lt;br /&gt;but BETTER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though our night was warmly welcomed and celebrated by crickets that was singing in unison, with moonlight shimmering through the cracks of Singapore own secondary forest that comes complete with its 'signature' scent... tonight celebration was the best than last year and last year and last year and last year and last year and last year (in infinity, i would say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was enthralled and appeased with the 'ooh-so-nice-chocolate ganache cake that top with raspberry and strawberry that just melted in your mouth bday cake' that served with a super long knife cake after we had this good spread of local dishes that i dun think i could ever find dining at that price. (thanks achap robinho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you NashaO&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the ONE as well as the wonderful plan that you have tried your best to keep it in the state of secrecy. but fail over and over again cause it is just me to have a hunch, foiling it up for you and even accuse you for misleading activities that i know that you would not have a heart too. i am sorry tons for that. (gosh, i am so guilty...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 november 2008&lt;br /&gt;a great day for me &lt;br /&gt;never have I ever feel so blessed and loved&lt;br /&gt;with all your kind wishes either by texts, calls, actions, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all &lt;br /&gt;for you are all my Ms &amp; Mr Happilee Mappilee &lt;br /&gt;who chases away the evil mevil sorrows with your 'kick ass' hellos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-1176022124578638194?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1176022124578638194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1176022124578638194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1176022124578638194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1176022124578638194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/11/unexpected-29.html' title='the unexpected 29'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-8832298743664960138</id><published>2008-11-04T07:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:42:26.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you one of them too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;at times it just piss me to the core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why can't they find the cause of one such behaviour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a love given by a stranger does not drenched the thirst for a mother's love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sad to say for such thirst, he has to bear the consequences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is stupid as what all others would say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he has the choice not to do it as what all others would say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it takes himself to change for the better as what all others would say&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 to all 'others would say'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was just 14 years old going to be 15 when it happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;likewise, the 'all others would say' he knows what is right or wrong&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 then again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a boy will always be a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he has yet to mature to think of all this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all he wants is his mom's attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that something that i can never give to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes me think if all the juveniles in the world are born to  be bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or has it ever incur in 'what all others would say' mind that there's always be a trigger point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; no one want to do bad nor want to be a bad person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;situation, angst, emotions, thirst for a mother's love, attention, jealousy, peer challenge are just the pushing factors of one actions&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 used to be in the 'what all others would say' society&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;refused to understand the whole theory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now, i have changed my perspective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am wishing for a miracle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L.Y Tam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-8832298743664960138?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/8832298743664960138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=8832298743664960138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/8832298743664960138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/8832298743664960138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-one-of-them-too.html' title='are you one of them too?'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2875666006281318802</id><published>2008-11-03T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:51:21.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>him:the hidung amatlah tinggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am FREE!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till 9 november 2008, not forgetting 15 &amp;amp; 16 november 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAKE&lt;/span&gt; up call indeed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should have known that such things would happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then; "Murphy's Law"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;learn from mistake and move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but one thing for sure, that 'hidung amatlah tinggi' PL will always be in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u believed in ur cause and i believe in mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one thing for sure,cause i have more than &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; concern it has to be 'my concerns are'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bullocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think ur org is the breeding ground of 'cockiness' and ''sour puss"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nevertheless, despite the flaming, burning, scorching Angst &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am glad that my seniors have turned to be competitive (in a good way),  gain confidence and did their best in the storytellling within a short period of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are all winners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swfamilytales.org/"&gt;www.swfamilytales.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know. without head or tail, it just pop out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so let's do me a favor k. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;visit the site&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/1290365316552815953-2875666006281318802?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2875666006281318802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2875666006281318802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2875666006281318802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2875666006281318802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/11/himthe-hidung-amatlah-tinggi.html' title='him:the hidung amatlah tinggi'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2253369640703208029</id><published>2008-10-24T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:58:53.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THAT'S ALL THAT I AM THINKING ABOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TILL I AM HAVING SLEEPING DISORDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wise so wise s&lt;/span&gt;o wise so &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise so wise &lt;/span&gt;so wise so wise so wise &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THAT I AM ADDICTED TO DOUBLE SHOTS ESPRESSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so wise so wise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i am being &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;ise'&lt;/span&gt; @ the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;ise'&lt;/span&gt; that I named them &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;outh &lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;est Hills &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;ise'&lt;/span&gt; Family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SQHrJ9hsEsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/f17zo4vBkG4/s1600-h/blog+pubilcity.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260744994040045634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SQHrsw-r4EI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xMZd5aeVnnw/s400/blog+pubilcity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;another event by the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;'So Wise'&lt;/span&gt; Isma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all abt u &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes, you, a mother, a father, a grandpa. a grandma, a brother, a sister, a cousin and so forth)&lt;/span&gt; that wants to emphasize the importance of reading and passion for books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it does, yes, really, i am not lying! ut does help you tons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is part of your lifelong journey cause education does not stop at school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially with the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'So Wise'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Family that will brings you through their family-fun adventure with tales by the seniors tell it their way and the launch of the family tales @ south west, the first district digital storybook. whats more u ask me? each registered 'tail-tellers' will get an exclusive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Story Bag'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it may not be interesting to you but the children, it will be, you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dun wait there and do nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i have just shared with you an activity that you can spent with your child/children this Sunday. want to know more? call 6551 9299 or drop me an email @ &lt;a href="mailto:isumawachi@yahoo.com"&gt;isumawachi@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. - 5 times i knocked out while typing this entry. i'm just a beauty-sleep-deprived person&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/1290365316552815953-2253369640703208029?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2253369640703208029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2253369640703208029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2253369640703208029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/2253369640703208029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SQHrsw-r4EI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xMZd5aeVnnw/s72-c/blog+pubilcity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-5136469636090159792</id><published>2008-10-19T07:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:09:41.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;0600hrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feet tapping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;butt shaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fingers typing&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/yt-5VbzEqXaThY/american_boy_estelle_feat_kanye_west.swf" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/yt-5VbzEqXaThY/american_boy_estelle_feat_kanye_west/"&gt;American Boy - Estelle Feat. Kanye West&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;My Sunday Revitalizer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she. estelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my Sunday Morning revitalizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;humming, pinning, hoping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for that 'get-away'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LA is just too far away, lets just go to Malacca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to roots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss lauryn hill&lt;/span&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/1290365316552815953-5136469636090159792?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/5136469636090159792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=5136469636090159792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5136469636090159792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5136469636090159792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-roots.html' title='back to roots'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6770915078798227526</id><published>2008-10-18T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:30:03.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>struck and founded</title><content type='html'>at a time like this &lt;br /&gt;i really miss my work besties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lone ranger now&lt;br /&gt;no shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;no instant msgr that i can just vent my frustration and anger with emotions icon &lt;br /&gt;flooding the screen&lt;br /&gt;no five minutes chat along the corridor&lt;br /&gt;no counselling session over breakfast&lt;br /&gt;no 'u know how sucky today is look' that i can give to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you both alot u know&lt;br /&gt;no words nor actions can p&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry, i will persevere&lt;br /&gt;if i can last 4 years, i think this is just another challenge for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-6770915078798227526?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6770915078798227526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6770915078798227526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6770915078798227526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6770915078798227526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/10/struck-and-founded.html' title='struck and founded'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6389753524750135376</id><published>2008-10-15T02:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:23:52.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deadly yet living elixir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;million watts chandelier welcomed our arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a room nicely decored with black string curtain against the golden-faced wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelamin chairs were our butt-rest pleasure with repeated knocks against the highly-challenged glass table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shutter bugs admist the good spread of dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lobsters &amp;amp; oysters (not forgetting mantou) was the talk of the town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not forgetting the cold soba, cold cut meat (duck especially) with mint sauce, a king range of salad tops with rich cheese quality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a great night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hugs and kisses for all who came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the old, the current and the gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a great night to let ur hair lose,isma banks of sntm, b'day songs that sets me to groove with us joining in encore for next door celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh ma-ca-rons...the sweetest elixir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(hamid, dun forget to bring some French Macarons ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nothing to be compared to the deadly yet living elixir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who makes me sane throughout my stay at the land of the living ra-ra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTr7j7oTSI/AAAAAAAAARE/vRtNF7KhW3U/s1600-h/eating+tool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257086073538366754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTr7j7oTSI/AAAAAAAAARE/vRtNF7KhW3U/s400/eating+tool.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-: fine dinings with upright cutlery :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTr7tscPWI/AAAAAAAAARM/IKEtY_ZgkpE/s1600-h/mantou+lobster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257086076159016290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTr7tscPWI/AAAAAAAAARM/IKEtY_ZgkpE/s400/mantou+lobster.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; -: the glazed mantou sets between the lobster kingdom :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTr7zHkrMI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZAow9H9YrR0/s1600-h/constipated+look.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257086077614992578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTr7zHkrMI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZAow9H9YrR0/s400/constipated+look.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-: me with the constipated model look... bah =p :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTr8Akb5-I/AAAAAAAAARc/5GR28oPgOv4/s1600-h/candice+shock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257086081225713634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTr8Akb5-I/AAAAAAAAARc/5GR28oPgOv4/s400/candice+shock.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-: candice looking shocking ever :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTr8O8QViI/AAAAAAAAARk/_ZMNzbagtK8/s1600-h/fork+and+spoin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257086085083715106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTr8O8QViI/AAAAAAAAARk/_ZMNzbagtK8/s400/fork+and+spoin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTsVGjeUhI/AAAAAAAAARs/CO9XZs35Arw/s1600-h/6+of+them.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257086512329019922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTsVGjeUhI/AAAAAAAAARs/CO9XZs35Arw/s400/6+of+them.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTsVNGNC-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Z8dShGOdDxc/s1600-h/ah+juan+and+raymond.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257086514085301218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTsVNGNC-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Z8dShGOdDxc/s400/ah+juan+and+raymond.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTsVuM9cVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/FkUUKiA1UnY/s1600-h/3+of+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257086522972008786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTsVuM9cVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/FkUUKiA1UnY/s400/3+of+us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTsVwX3m2I/AAAAAAAAASE/zGfUc_i0Npk/s1600-h/the+left+of+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257086523554634594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTsVwX3m2I/AAAAAAAAASE/zGfUc_i0Npk/s400/the+left+of+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTsV1N9k3I/AAAAAAAAASM/WPH-x0GySNE/s1600-h/the+right+of+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257086524855260018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTsV1N9k3I/AAAAAAAAASM/WPH-x0GySNE/s400/the+right+of+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTs06V-NxI/AAAAAAAAASU/554x8LRzsg8/s1600-h/3dsome.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257087058806978322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTs06V-NxI/AAAAAAAAASU/554x8LRzsg8/s400/3dsome.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTs1FzxVKI/AAAAAAAAASc/ReQdx8UKxL4/s1600-h/d+duo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257087061884753058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTs1FzxVKI/AAAAAAAAASc/ReQdx8UKxL4/s400/d+duo+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTs1Qz0s7I/AAAAAAAAASk/mYdPB1NOkEM/s1600-h/the+ugly+and+beautiful.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257087064837764018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTs1Qz0s7I/AAAAAAAAASk/mYdPB1NOkEM/s400/the+ugly+and+beautiful.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTs1WDBL4I/AAAAAAAAASs/JGOz2-vYlpU/s1600-h/coffee+commercial.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257087066243673986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTs1WDBL4I/AAAAAAAAASs/JGOz2-vYlpU/s400/coffee+commercial.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTs1Uk1z7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ul5LVPKK6r0/s1600-h/dynasty+inspired.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257087065848663986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTs1Uk1z7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ul5LVPKK6r0/s400/dynasty+inspired.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; -: the south west DYNASTY look :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTt3IzV97I/AAAAAAAAATk/eUizBEynWbg/s1600-h/tea+and+coffee+break.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257088196559632306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTt3IzV97I/AAAAAAAAATk/eUizBEynWbg/s400/tea+and+coffee+break.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTt3IXmCRI/AAAAAAAAATs/eXtYNg2X6aU/s1600-h/bryan+and+mardiah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257088196443244818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTt3IXmCRI/AAAAAAAAATs/eXtYNg2X6aU/s400/bryan+and+mardiah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTt3Zrkv-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/DG3AM5Ax_tE/s1600-h/future+awaits+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257088201090449378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTt3Zrkv-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/DG3AM5Ax_tE/s400/future+awaits+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTt3iYqPbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7IO9GBtX9Us/s1600-h/tthe+guys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257088203427036594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTt3iYqPbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7IO9GBtX9Us/s400/tthe+guys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTt3l6mY4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0aXjm3gNrek/s1600-h/the+ladies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257088204374696834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTt3l6mY4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0aXjm3gNrek/s400/the+ladies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTtT1TK1aI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Bq0ud3b_o50/s1600-h/2+specky+and+mcys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257087590028989858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTtT1TK1aI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Bq0ud3b_o50/s400/2+specky+and+mcys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; - : missed my besties and will be missing candice soon :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTtUFfMlrI/AAAAAAAAATE/vb0c5H6X5dA/s1600-h/candice+sntm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257087594374403762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTtUFfMlrI/AAAAAAAAATE/vb0c5H6X5dA/s400/candice+sntm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; - the eye candy, Candice :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTtUEBdH7I/AAAAAAAAATM/07abliJuEP0/s1600-h/group+-+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257087593981222834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTtUEBdH7I/AAAAAAAAATM/07abliJuEP0/s400/group+-+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-: the deadly yet living elixir :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTtUJ1RS6I/AAAAAAAAATU/FUwdVbrGDkU/s1600-h/hamid+the+butterfinger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257087595540728738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTtUJ1RS6I/AAAAAAAAATU/FUwdVbrGDkU/s400/hamid+the+butterfinger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTtUadsrWI/AAAAAAAAATc/4XZL9SC--H4/s1600-h/model+cannot+make+it.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257087600005262690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTtUadsrWI/AAAAAAAAATc/4XZL9SC--H4/s400/model+cannot+make+it.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-: they (the guys) took so  long to pose, and we 3 took the shots first :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTwvZ0ytOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/HyakP6Q1d14/s1600-h/tthe+guys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257091362225042658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTwvZ0ytOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/HyakP6Q1d14/s400/tthe+guys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-: like finally.... sheesh... hahaha :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTwvVuF48I/AAAAAAAAAUU/arwCnh6z5gw/s1600-h/us+all.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257091361123197890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPTwvVuF48I/AAAAAAAAAUU/arwCnh6z5gw/s400/us+all.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; -: and US with the bday mom, Daphne (seated on far right) :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yes, i was shocked when they come ini did not know that it was her bday... haha thought another prank played by Hamid so that we can get the cake? or did we paid for it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh watever lah. we had fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-6389753524750135376?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6389753524750135376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6389753524750135376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-9168764342993074657</id><published>2008-10-13T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:28:37.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday&lt;br /&gt;prawn and cockles complete my meals&lt;br /&gt;a visit from Sue and Family &lt;br /&gt;had a time of my own doing work while mak &amp; ayah (not forgetting nadrah) went to hospital&lt;br /&gt;be strong yeah Awi&lt;br /&gt;may ALLAH s.w.t bless you always&lt;br /&gt;dawn came and out came the lethargic monster&lt;br /&gt;endless groove by nadrah till persuassion sets in to get her to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunset breaks on sunday&lt;br /&gt;eating fillet 'o' fish with Nash, cruising along AYE&lt;br /&gt;wasabi was good, damm good that it set my nose on pre-flaring mode&lt;br /&gt;southern ridge was packed with people (early in the morning???)&lt;br /&gt;adorable babies pinning to be the next 'Sparkling Tots'&lt;br /&gt;will nadrah be one of the contestant @ BBE? &lt;br /&gt;that remains unknown, certainly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squinting hard at the afternoon sun&lt;br /&gt;bunga rampai and sweet candles wafted  &lt;br /&gt;smackinglicous nasi beriyani awaits me&lt;br /&gt;congrats achap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books were my idols during late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;each of them showing their talents&lt;br /&gt;loudly, over-the-top, shivering&lt;br /&gt;not bad for the silvers, see on 19 oct and finals on 2 nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midnight glow @ changi airport&lt;br /&gt;with us, the 'ron' and 'hanifiah' family&lt;br /&gt;bright flashes shuttering &lt;br /&gt;laughter, hugs,tears,craziness filled the air&lt;br /&gt;mooks made his way to london till we meet again in sept 2009&lt;br /&gt;mix of fusions we head for &lt;br /&gt;at a sedaplicious spot that always have a place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;stoning away while eating&lt;br /&gt;feeding one another of different dishes ordered&lt;br /&gt;that what makes a BIG HAPPY BONDED family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depart with hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder when are we meeting again next? &lt;br /&gt;for massage session? karaoke? or not makan session?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. pictureless again. will upload once received yeah. poor poor me. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-9168764342993074657?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/9168764342993074657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=9168764342993074657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/9168764342993074657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/9168764342993074657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-prawn-and-cockles-complete-my.html' title=''/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2829403526469453237</id><published>2008-10-11T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:54:40.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tra la la la month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know that it has been a while since i last update&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and while i am doing so, my kind parents have brought nadrah to hospital to visit Alwiyah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u stay strong yeah cuz, Insya ALLAH, it will be OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coincidentally, i noticed that most of the time that i stopped bloggging is because of work and till todate, i am still tied up hands, legs, body to work. think work is my concubine for now since November, i have to manage 4 projects, of which, 2 are major ones. sometimes, i have the urge to just press the button but the passion is keeping me alive. do projects is not bad afterall but to have a micro-managed management is tuff. with preseverance, i have gone through the high and low tides of it and remarkably, i have been there for nearly 4 years that i have seen the no. of peeps come and go. talking about it, i miss you girls, Mardiah and Shu Juan, the fantastic four seems to be just fantastic one. can't wait for our gathering this Monday @ Carousel. a mixed celebration i can say. to celebrate our reunion as well as to a farewell party for Candice. sad again cause another good friend is going to a better greener pasture. oh well, life has to go on and the world doesn't revolve around me haha (just a personal joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;anyway, enuff of work talks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life been well spent and occupied so far. juggling hard between my professional roles as a daughter, a wife, a mother and a worker. exhausted but i guess to make things happen, we just have to sacrifice. gone was my afternoon nap moments, long night sleep, a cut of my blog reading session (miss reading plain jane, faeza, fezah, missy zai - sorry for not replying to your tag, yeah), a significant cut of watching movies (the last movie ever watch with nash was 2 years ago, double whammy) and other introvert passions of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but all of it proves the best of life since nadrah and me had our quality time together, clean my house regularly (though mom is staying with me, i just dun feel it is right for her to do it for me though she wants to...), decorate up my house for raya (bye bye $$$), started on my projects for the better (can't help it, ideas roll to me whenever i am under pressure), night date @ mustafa centre with nash only (sometimes, u just have to shop w/o a baby), be more organised in work stuffs (though there's always be rooms for improvement, a learning process i would say) and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;despite frm all the rattling mentioned above, i am glad. glad to be with a happy family and extended ones too. i love you all very much. no matter how hard we try to excel in the materialistic world or to be the cream of the crop, nothing beats the best than to always be with your family. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my blog has been pictureless for most of the times, so managed to ask my wonder cousins to take pics during raya. why so? my cam is spoilt and i am saving for a good dslr. hopefully in december or march 2009. good things can wait yeah. or maybe, this is another hopeful hint to that someone that it would be a wonderful, great, blissful, contented, exciting, glamorous suprise if i got it on my birthday. it is coming all rite... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, kak, do remember your promise to me yeah. i want the chocolate one... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. one of the pic, i look like i am pregnant. but no ah, i just boncit frm drinking all those carbonated drinks. lost 3 kg and hope not to gain more. so diet coke from now on. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBnp_m-QrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6nPIXIotD-I/s1600-h/DSC04675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255814736288563890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBnp_m-QrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6nPIXIotD-I/s200/DSC04675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBnpzJzpII/AAAAAAAAAPc/B0Kytcn5XmQ/s1600-h/DSC04673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255814732945007746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBnpzJzpII/AAAAAAAAAPc/B0Kytcn5XmQ/s200/DSC04673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBnqLad_eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0vNeeMzZTdI/s1600-h/DSC04699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255814739457342946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBnqLad_eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0vNeeMzZTdI/s200/DSC04699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBnqNqsRtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Q79DZ0i8rP4/s1600-h/DSC04703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255814740062258898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBnqNqsRtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Q79DZ0i8rP4/s200/DSC04703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBnqAOJhTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qvPMqLXG_Io/s1600-h/DSC04700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255814736452879666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: 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queen'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-5669065361859772727</id><published>2008-08-16T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:20:14.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>golden 20 in 6 months?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am not dead yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not that i want to be dead  :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to busy completing some papers which i did not follow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or if i may say, i deliberately land myself in the path of endless leisure for the past months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alot of things happened last week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with car rally cum national day observance ceremony, etc... yadda yadda yadda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pics were taken but then hor, after a look at my pic, i decided not to post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was 'gorgeously' obese and that hit me very hard, indeed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i move forward to start my diet regime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a magic pill given by my doc to supplement my drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so far so good except that i was dehydrated till i contracted UTI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so 2 days mc for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOWEVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a good news is, i have lost 3 kilos and i am keen to lose more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the thought of crossing my legs while doing work, to walk with confidence with heels, to bring back my glory days when i was 65kg, to be healthy, a chance to dress what the 'normal' lady/mother/career lady, to be able to chase nadrah w/o panting... and more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's too many 'to' lah... u get what i mean? not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of the 'to' have been daunting me and I will persevere to hit my dream weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, i will not be over-extreme. and i also set my target realistically and not idealistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doubt if i can hit the 'golden' 65kg. i would be as please as a 'cow' just by dropping 20kg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that would indeed be my target. yes, 20 kg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, i am not shameless to declare that i am 105kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that '105kg' will be my determination and motivation to push myself in losing the excess weight and hopefully by October (hari raya), i would have shed significantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exercise regime will start next week since i have joined the gym and i better make every penny paid worth. no more procrastinating and excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is time to work my arse and hellooo 'low card' diet as well as no coke ruling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so far so good, rice would be eaten on special occasion while for coke, i have not been drinking it or even take any sip for a week or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H2O was my all time fav drink and nash has been so nice by buying for me my own nalgene water bottle. it was so so so me - a red bottle that comes with a ladybug. thanks yeah. though u have not been forcing me to lose weight (though i know some hubby would force their wives to do so if they are at that kind of conditions), i have decided to act on it and i am glad &amp;amp; very appreciative for all the concerns showered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so fret not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let see whether my target will be materialised in 6 months down the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have decided! for all target hit at each milestone, i will celebrate it by pampering myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for instance, by end of August, if I lost another 2-3kg, think i will pamper myself with a session of traditional javanese massage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mei wen ti, isma! ni ke yi chuo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jia yo jia yo jia yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-5669065361859772727?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2065863743817456584</id><published>2008-08-11T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:49:52.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for all the things that i could do...</title><content type='html'>it is so sucky that i am tied down with such dilemma&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder when i can break free from it cause it has has definitely made it presence well-known and impacted on me so well that i feel strongly linked to it&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to fight it, finding ways to neutralise the situation but it remain stagnant&lt;br /&gt;i just wish it to be over soon cause for all i hope is to provide the best for my family&lt;br /&gt;just bless me yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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do...'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-877235871083208191</id><published>2008-08-05T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:11:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la cha cha la sambaaaaa</title><content type='html'>he is coming to town in conjunction with Singapore Sun Festival&lt;br /&gt;u know how much i love to groove and samba, despite my rolly polly fig&lt;br /&gt;u know how crazy my feet will get upon hearing samba eventhough i was ready to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and u know how i dream to be slim so that i can do the dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with all the 'U KNOW' and it is in October, i guess u'll be able to&lt;br /&gt;spare at least $296 for both of us. so pleeeassseee baby, i want to SAMBA in October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERGIO MENDES Infectious Rhythms, Irresistible Melodies &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 22 Oct • 7:30 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t miss Brazilian Grammy Award-winning music legend Sergio Mendes as he spins his remarkable magic at this one-night only concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first practitioners of the samba-based bossa nova, Sergio Mendes blends infectious rhythms and irresistible melodies from the great Brazilian Songbook with his always thoroughly modern arrangements and masterful production approach. This is nowhere more beautifully realised than in his latest recording, Encanto (Enchantment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by a cast of incredibly talented singers and musicians from all over the world, the undisputed master of pop-inflected Brazilian jazz, Sergio Mendes will share the intoxicating diversity and infectious rhythms of Brazilian music with the Singapore Sun Festival audiences this October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sergio Mendes has probably sold more records in the United States than any other Brazilian musician in history”- New York Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Esplanade Concert Hall, 1 Esplanade Drive Singapore 038981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices: S$ 148 / 128 / 88 / 68 / 48&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-877235871083208191?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2643695603543604240</id><published>2008-08-05T06:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:16:04.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>step up , down, left &amp; right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what can i rattle bout on monday?&lt;br /&gt;it is still a crappy monday to start cause i was tasked to reply to Quality Service Manager (QSM) for this particular incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this person has called our HQ helpline just because he wants to have his refund fast&lt;br /&gt;but you should be aware that there's an existence of RED TAPE , lay dey&lt;br /&gt;and that's why it got delayed.&lt;br /&gt;so not happy, called in and complain.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i loike about Singapore and its citizens, everything also complain&lt;br /&gt;slow in getting refund complain, can't get the service preferred, complain, slow in getting a computer, also complain (as if i own a computer company *shrugs*)&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i ponder if it pays to help 'them' cause my objective has always been to help bridging the digital gap. but then hor, after kena slap 'left-right-top-bottom-front-back', i starts to think twice. all the community passion in me seems to decline gradually. maybe i just organise family tiki night every friday. no more help, just entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i started giving the full factual story and end it with suggestions/aar as required by QSM. forward it to my boss which she forward it to the boss boss&lt;br /&gt;and i thot she would clear it soon but then hor&lt;br /&gt;like what SW (all names are protected for copyright) aims to be ALWAYS be exellence in service&lt;br /&gt;the boss boss expects me to write an official letter???!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was like 'what the ****'. cause QSM just required an email explanation and nothing more than an official letter. and that summed up a crappy monday to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;and i have yet to start with the official letter cause my mind just blocked and refuses to work.&lt;br /&gt;i am still shocked that she still wants me to write an official letter???&lt;br /&gt;making my life difficult is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...forget it, i still having sore legs, back and arms&lt;br /&gt;went to my bro's place and it was a 'game haven'&lt;br /&gt;complete with XBOX 360 and WII to top it off but if u want to have a portable game, not to worry, he too has PSP and DS Lite&lt;br /&gt;kadang2 aku jugak fikir Abg aku giler tapi aper nak buat, most of the time dier kata, anak dier nak main... yalah tue. i dun care as long i get to play, i am fine to. i support you buying all these gadgets and the latest was WII - The Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of cool cause there have to be a guitarist, a drummer and a lead singer&lt;br /&gt;but before i join in to the 'LEAD SINGER', i had my trial WII Fit (something like that)&lt;br /&gt;for a start, you have to stand on this white base. first thing i asked was tak pecah ke? badan aku nie kooosss semangat. haha anyway, the simple looking white base is not simple afterall, it able to identify your centre of gravitiy, weight, posture, etc...&lt;br /&gt;shites! and the best was when they measure your physical conditions.&lt;br /&gt;sad but true, i have a body of 43 years old&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk... time to wake up and smell the curry, Wati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was interesting as there were different kind of exercise for you to try on&lt;br /&gt;in particular, i like the step aerobics cause first, it is fun to exercise with a computer as you won't feel inferior with other women who has superb body clad in the super tight exercise tights.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i still dun feel inferior exercising with those computer image rather than those gorgeous woman in tights. get it?&lt;br /&gt;i took the hula hoop, yoga, ball heading, skiing, and the jog&lt;br /&gt;and for all time spent, it was tracked by WII and for the good results u get, they will unlocked another exercise regime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got to blog this... i scored 246 hulas! means i swivel my hips for 246 times within 2 min&lt;br /&gt;isn't that an accomplishment? by now, mine pinggang dah macam kerengga kot. not!&lt;br /&gt;mom asked me to buy so that i can exercise at home. i think she also worried for me as my weight seems to be escalating fast. of course, i would like to buy but tunggu October? and i pester Nash to buy or maybe co-share. that would be a good deal to work with. but anyone has any suggestions how i can lose weight? or methods that i can try to lose weight? i am desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since October is still 2 months away, i conclude that you will see me heading to Bedok R from Jurong West every week. tak ke bagus tue? just to trim off abit of excess baggage just in time for hari raya. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but!!!&lt;br /&gt;the best would always been playing in 'The Band'&lt;br /&gt;we are all talented in nature, you know&lt;br /&gt;and it is not often that you can hear me serenading cause it is just too good to be heard? *puke*&lt;br /&gt;let the pics do the talking for now... khakhka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alamak..technical error&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't load up the pics now and i am late for work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will do so tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so stay tunnnnneeeeedddd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-2643695603543604240?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-3972534462980445828</id><published>2008-08-04T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:35:25.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a C-R-A-P-P-Y</title><content type='html'>i am feeling C-R-A-P-P-Y today&lt;br /&gt;everything also salah, do this also not perfect, do that also not proper&lt;br /&gt;so how hor? and my watered laptop is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my taggers, here's my reply (as you might have known or not known, work server is also&lt;br /&gt;Crappy. cannot reply via tagboard. it is a Crappy place anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nek Dah - agaknya dier lari cari teman hidup kat singapore zoo setelah lama membujang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Busu Man - i really hope so she'll get over it soon cause both nash and me really&lt;br /&gt;look like a panda now. but the saddest part would be her giving me the 'where's my tiger'&lt;br /&gt;look to me. wish i can turn back the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Amah - mmg kecian. boleh jugak buat search and rescue. ajak cousin kita semua. sapa&lt;br /&gt;dapat jumpa tiger, akan Kak Wati belanja tgk wayang? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-3972534462980445828?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/3972534462980445828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=3972534462980445828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230080636255403474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SJT6oOam_dI/AAAAAAAAALE/TIWmQioiILg/s200/wanted_tiger+copy.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date of Incidence: Saturday, 2 August 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venue of Incidence: Blue Comfort Taxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time of Incidence: About 4.50pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pick Up: Jurong West St 64&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Destination: Jurong West St 24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my daughter, nur nadrah has recently lost her 'precious' (yet smelly) tiger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it happened during our journey to the nursery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we took a blue comfort cab and the journey only takes about 10 mins or so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after that, the tiger just can't be found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me just bring you on the history of tiger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nadrah sets her eyes on it during her first visit to the zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she just woke up from the tiring and heaty day walking from one spot to another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and just to catch good hour of air-con, i bring her in to the shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;showed her many kinds of animals, be it the elephant, Omar the White Tiger, Chimpanzee, Orang Utan and whatsoever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but once she saw tiger (which my mom named it 'Sayang' after our beloved cat), she just refuses to let go. i noticed that for every toys that we want to buy for her, she would focus on the eyes. she prefers for the particular toy to have a real look-alike rather than a patched one so that's why for all the tigers that we want to buy for her, she has grown attached to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, back from the side track... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i regretted for bringing the tiger but she is inseparable with it since it is her lil precious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her friend to bed, to play, to eveything, even bathtime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and tho, uncle achap bought for her 2 new ones, she still prefer the 'precious' one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was not the first time nor the second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the classic was when we went 'kain' shopping at arab street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we re-tracked our route, there was tiger perching on a traffic light box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like my mom always advise me, kalau ader rezeki nadrah, INSYA ALLAH, kita akan jumpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am holding on to my mom advise and hope for the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have made a lost report to comfort and still no news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have re-tracked our route but no signs of tiger, so i conclude it must have been left at the cab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not crazy to do so but i will get crazy and sleepless nights since she has to have her tiger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like last night, she was crying to sleep and having nightmares throughout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here me waking up early in the morning, having a migrane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not forgeting nash who did not even sleep just to complete the video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep having image of tiger playing in my mind and a strong feeling that i will have the tiger back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sooooo puhleeezzzz come back tiger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reward for those who found tiger is simply 'priceless' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-4583331157790150224?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/4583331157790150224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=4583331157790150224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-7848965324708011338</id><published>2008-08-01T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:51:14.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a cup of water keeps your laptop away</title><content type='html'>today was 'Fabulous' Friday ...&lt;br /&gt;and it got even more fab when i accidentally watered my laptop while giving tender, love and care to my moneyplants. so cheers to new laptop cause i'm in dire need of a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow shall be a 'Summery' Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;where i will learn to cook nasi beriyani from my mom and i'm crossing my fingers that it will&lt;br /&gt;be superlicios as my mom's. but importantly, since i am hoping it to be summery, please don't&lt;br /&gt;rain as i have made my plans to go to the nursery to buy plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while Sunday will be a 'Splendid' one....&lt;br /&gt;cause we'll be making our trip to my bro's pad which used to be my ol' house&lt;br /&gt;i miss bedok fresh air (not that jurong is not fresh but still, i am a easterner by nature), the&lt;br /&gt;food especially nasi jeganan (ehmmm, the one with peanut sauce poured over kankong and&lt;br /&gt;tauge?) and not forgetting, my ol' room. ever so bright, cheery and windy.&lt;br /&gt;to top it all, i can't fight my temptations to have my hand on Wii especially the new band&lt;br /&gt;game that my bro just bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be enjoying these precious weekends well, treasuring it and shower it with love since&lt;br /&gt;nash is not working (tho he has a video to finish) and my kecorable nadrah (who always make&lt;br /&gt;my night sleepless with her tantrums. nash says she loves me very much and that's why she&lt;br /&gt;be like that so that i manja her more... tru meh?) who will always keep me on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all to be relished before 'Maddening' Monday...&lt;br /&gt;where there came 'Madam MAD Rush' chasing my hours away and with me&lt;br /&gt;digressing for awhile, thinking back all the things that i have cleared for the past hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey hey hey *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;my laptop has just crashed... so no work till get a replacement or a new one (perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;good news is, there is no spare laptop as it is taken up by interns and new staffs, so that's&lt;br /&gt;for sure, no work for me.&lt;br /&gt;at least, i think it to be... (fat hope, i know....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-7848965324708011338?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/7848965324708011338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=7848965324708011338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7848965324708011338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/7848965324708011338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/08/cup-of-water-keep-your-laptop-away.html' title='a cup of water keeps your laptop away'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-5527909002197147491</id><published>2008-07-31T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:29:45.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...system is denied</title><content type='html'>as much as i want to post an entry from work especially sharing 'the kids' wallpaper that was beautifully done by Sue. i just can't cause the text bar seems to be missing. i had to rub my eyes often just to confirm that i am not rabun in one way or another. so no pictures, no interesting quotes, nothing at all. or is this a pre-set system to inform us not to blog while working and purposely load an error on page. since then, access was denied for friendster, facebook but please dun take away my msn from me. i would be a veggie if it were to be taken out from the server.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-5527909002197147491?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/5527909002197147491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=5527909002197147491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5527909002197147491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5527909002197147491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/07/system-is-denied.html' title='...system is denied'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-4599428105639644952</id><published>2008-07-31T06:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;parents are now are getting more spastic when taking pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no,i am not refering to other parents who love taking pictures with their kids, which i find theirs are more gracefully captured with super nice pose that comes complete with warmth smiles and laughters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am just refering to myself and nash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was never easy when we want to take pics with nadrah cause for sure, we both 'are so-not-the-supermodel' quality and the only pose we can have would be us sticking our tongue out or not the ever famous 'peace sign'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think nadrah was delighted when she first came to know about the peace sign &lt;em&gt;(refer to nash photo).&lt;/em&gt; boy, was she elated and decided to give a smile for the extra effort given by her papa. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SJDk1evBVnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rAnLf4TYQ50/s1600-h/18032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228930774811629170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SJDk1evBVnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rAnLf4TYQ50/s200/18032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 then, when my turn came. i think nadrah has turned sick with us having the same finger pose. by the look of the pic below, she just can't be bothered. at the back of her mind, she must be thinking, 'apa saja lah mama and papa aku nie, asyik asyik nak peace sign, tak class langsung'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SJDkpEeJgvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fxuIkxU_0Gw/s1600-h/12072008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228930561603109618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SJDkpEeJgvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fxuIkxU_0Gw/s200/12072008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess she herself is a natural-born model to compare with her both 'spastic' mama &amp;amp; papa. &lt;/p&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/1290365316552815953-4599428105639644952?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/4599428105639644952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=4599428105639644952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/4599428105639644952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/4599428105639644952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/07/peace-brother.html' title='peace brother!'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SJDk1evBVnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rAnLf4TYQ50/s72-c/18032008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6133655270657433854</id><published>2008-07-30T06:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:24.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the diva has giggled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SI-bINCfmOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VG-UTFDsgSI/s1600-h/sis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228568257641814242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SI-bINCfmOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VG-UTFDsgSI/s200/sis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the benefits of those who might not understand what this crazy Isma is talking about... haha&lt;br /&gt;this is a pic taken and publish in the Draft ECo Plan Blueprint as well as taking one face of a humongous cube which is currently roved at Frontier CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Giggly. That's what my sis is. She giggles everytime i tell her bout the new development of her shot, till she asked me, 'kau nak autograph aku tak?'. ehmmmm... feeling diva betul kakak aku nie... but whatever it may be, thanks for volunteering for the shoot (which can be outrageous at times, pegang pokok nie lah, shot yg memerlukan pandangan jauh lah tapi paling best, biler posing hindustan... baring atas rumput... kwa kwa kwa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nextime, if there's opportunity to be an overnight celebrity, i will just post on my blog. those who are interested, i be more than happy to have you k. if not, asyik muka kakak aku jer... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-6133655270657433854?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6133655270657433854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6133655270657433854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6133655270657433854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6133655270657433854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/07/diva-has-giggled.html' title='the diva has giggled!'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SI-bINCfmOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VG-UTFDsgSI/s72-c/sis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-5590480177527531352</id><published>2008-07-28T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:40:00.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's how the cookies crumble...</title><content type='html'>yanti msn just a minute ago asking me to update my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started thinking of a reliable excuse to give her. as my mind raved, i managed to come up with a list; and it goes on - &lt;br /&gt;was it because my life has been so boring since 20 july that i keep myself boxed-up in my house and do nothing? or &lt;br /&gt;was it because i have not been surfing the web lately and just be a work junkie, meeting the unexpected demands of the bosses? &lt;br /&gt;or was it i was just too lazy after a gruelling day @ work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reviewing the excuses, i have diplomatically replied to Yanti and told her that I am just plain busy and will be updating soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, that was not a cover up. I was seriously busy with the ECo project that I'm glad to work my arse for. especially with fren like Mardiah.and not forgeting my ever so kind and loving hubster that drove me and mardiah to wdlands just to get the launch mechanism fabricated to our expectations, to hort park at 10pm and stayed with me till 1.00am, pick up the EAs Aunties and sending us to Hort Park at 6.00 am. Picking me up and off we go to BBQ on Sunday. see, i am not a boring person afterall, just that, i am simply too lazy to blog and to make matter worst, i dun own a good 'DSLR' camera that i can shutters anytime i wish too. i am so longed in need of a good camera.... *wink wink* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, caught news at 8 (for suria) as well as news at 9.30pm?&lt;br /&gt;my sis and nadir shot was focused by the camera crew for news update on Public Consultation of ECo Plan South West.think she has become an overnight celebrity? same goes for nadir. one for baby blisscard collaterals and now this. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when is my treat?&lt;br /&gt;and no, i dun accept the $40 NTUC voucher which they have given u...&lt;br /&gt;ok ok, maybe a tub of B&amp;J choc chip dough will do the trick? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, if u feel the blog title does not meet the content&lt;br /&gt;you are right. i just can't find the right title. 'that's how the cookies crumble' is my favourite DIL words whenever he ended his rattlings on incidents and all. so coincidentally, i just thought of him. so that's how the cookies crumble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodle loo&lt;br /&gt;the missus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-5590480177527531352?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/5590480177527531352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=5590480177527531352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5590480177527531352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5590480177527531352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-how-cookies-crumble.html' title='that&apos;s how the cookies crumble...'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-2321960331482797318</id><published>2008-07-20T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:19:10.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter as a gourd</title><content type='html'>bitter&lt;br /&gt;not bittersweet but just bitter&lt;br /&gt;that sums up this week events&lt;br /&gt;hopes tomorrow will be a bright start for me and the week will goes on smoothly...&lt;br /&gt;Insya-ALLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next para will be abit (alot) mushy&lt;br /&gt;so if u feel that there's hair growing out of your ear, do press the 'X' button on the top right of the frame. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;i just need to dedicated this entry to my one and only love, Nash&lt;br /&gt;so please bear with me... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all the happenings, i know that i can rely on you love&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your kind understanding&lt;br /&gt;no words could express my gratitude to your kind acceptance and care&lt;br /&gt;and i thank Almighty for bringing you to me thru MIRC in 2001&lt;br /&gt;showing me the true meaning of love and trust after the 2 failed relationships, which i often pledged that i would never have faith in guys anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you proved me wrong&lt;br /&gt;we may have our differences when we first started out,&lt;br /&gt;u being the 'open' individual had to live with my 'conservative' act&lt;br /&gt;wondrously, you changed just to meet my 'outrageous' expectations and demands&lt;br /&gt;for that you earned my respect, love and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no one who could give me much support like you&lt;br /&gt;so ever forgiving, loving, caring, accepting and supporting&lt;br /&gt;lastly, thanks for sharing me your shoulder over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;it does bright up my day, love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-2321960331482797318?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/2321960331482797318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=2321960331482797318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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can't access my lotus from home&lt;br /&gt;and the vpn shit is not working after all --&gt; user authentication failed?&lt;br /&gt;aper yg nak fail lagi? semua dah set up aper.... shucks, and i thot i could get the 'daily juice' frm home since i am not working today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am glad that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;today is friday and i'll be having photoshoot at chinese garden for SD blueprint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my kind cousin Yanti has helped me to change my blog layout. Appreciate it alot babe, one home-made brownie and ice-cream coming up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be making my first ever attempt for 'Kueh Chang' - ingredients cooked and left me to scout for the lotus leave. hope it taste nice. Btw, I am glad that I can now make RENDANG and it comes without my mom's supervision. and no, it does not taste yucky afterall. SEDAP BANGAT lah... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and while typing this entry, i am enjoying my M&amp;amp;S dark chocolate digestive for breakfast. mcm mana budak nie tak montel, pagi2 dah makan merepek... hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Friday you'all. Enjoy your weekends as I know that I won't cause of District Arts Fest, I will not be able to join in Atiqah's 1st Bday Bash @ Pasir Ris and my friend, Nur Diana's Dinner. Shites! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-8041584241744259482?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/8041584241744259482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=8041584241744259482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/8041584241744259482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/8041584241744259482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-is-knocking-by.html' title='saturday is knocking by =)'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6518236959688387566</id><published>2008-07-12T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:24.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o thee shall be reeking rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SHeIL8mJaOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EgXVqgVQjZU/s1600-h/Rich_by_Cathy71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221792031785445602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SHeIL8mJaOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EgXVqgVQjZU/s200/Rich_by_Cathy71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;why do the 'rich' gets richer and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the 'poor' gets poorer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i find it to be totally sick and nauseated *bleach*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wake up and smell the flowers for i wish to advise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think u just being fooled and i amaze how just good one PR skills could hypnotize u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess, the 'rich' have better brains in manipulating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and us the 'poor' just simply has to pursue it to show u our support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;period&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. - no pun intended. i may be hated but likewise blogsphere is a liberal platform. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-6518236959688387566?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6518236959688387566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6518236959688387566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6518236959688387566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6518236959688387566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-thee-shall-be-reeking-rich.html' title='o thee shall be reeking rich'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SHeIL8mJaOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EgXVqgVQjZU/s72-c/Rich_by_Cathy71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-8289880942159041402</id><published>2008-07-10T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:33:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how come it is so airy huh?</title><content type='html'>today was Sustainability Blueprint Main Committee Meeting&lt;br /&gt;and as norm, the 5 of us (kel, mard, aisyah, irene, keleen and me) were required to attend&lt;br /&gt;altho boredom could kill us, but it just can't compete with the air-con&lt;br /&gt;it was freezing cold!!! brrrr even the fats in me can't make me stay warm. Keleen starts to fiddle with the regulator to raise up the temp. 1/2 hour past, still the same. then irene went to have her try but still nothing seems to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the meeting ended. me together with kel &amp; keleen even resorted placing our palms at the 'hot' projector just to keep us sane. and while mayor and the rest were still discussing about the blueprint, we all scurried to have our hot tea/coffee with a plate of jellyfish and octupus to share. pure haven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the day will not complete without this incident! &lt;br /&gt;kel was kind enuff to offer us a ride back to office. how delighted! no need to walk under the scorching sun. since there are 5 of us including him taking the car, he just got to clear his baby seat. and to take off the baby seat itself took ages, luckily Mard was there to help. as we set off, irene questioned why it so airy. when all of us turned back, we noticed that the car boot was not closed! instantly, all of us broke into laughter cause we have at least travelled for 200m. and it was a sight to behold. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see kel, no matter how cool a media officer could be, such incident is inevitable... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-8289880942159041402?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/8289880942159041402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=8289880942159041402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/8289880942159041402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/8289880942159041402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-come-it-is-so-airy-huh.html' title='how come it is so airy huh?'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-5166356764774734949</id><published>2008-07-07T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:19:57.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knock my head pls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just screamed at nadrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i hate myself for doing that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blame it on work.. blame it on fatiguness.. blame it on obesity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jus blame it on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not a great feeling afterall wish that i could turn back the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-5166356764774734949?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/5166356764774734949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=5166356764774734949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5166356764774734949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/5166356764774734949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/07/knock-my-head-pls.html' title='knock my head pls'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-4615050174612739886</id><published>2008-07-06T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:24.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;today is 06/07/08 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a cool date rite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;busy busy busy and plus the fact that it has been a 'blah' week for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A 'Bloody Loud Annihilated Helluva' week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this week i do not have any quality time with my family especially and nadrah and it saddens me at some juncture that she's more close knitted with her opah than me. to take it positively, i could take it as a time where i could just relax and have a time of my own since she does not want me. but truthfully, it hurts big time that she prefers her opah than me. it is not that i am jealous but i am still her mother rite? and i would not mind sacrificing all the time in the world just to be with her. she will be turning 16 months soon and what baby mentel she has been. she never fails to make me laff terkekek whenever she has her antics be it good or bad. i really can't wait for her to turn 2 so that i could play barbie doll with her and even 'masak masak. though nash preferred to theme it as playing 'makcik makcik' but i tend to disagree on that context cause we are using the toys utensil to cook so it has to be 'masak masak' and not 'makcik makcik'. just because of this, we had a little debate and till now, i am still contesting it to be 'masak masak'. watever! this payday, i will go to toy'r'us and purchase that set. oooohhhh...the bliss of having a daughter... (i am not being sexist...k) watever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes i wonder how i can cope and 'preserve' myself to stay rooted in the team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;preserved too much till every bits of my flesh are decomposing to ground zero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this would not be of much interest to harp on so, let's just move on to next better topic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;loads of things to share and pics to upload but tiredness and fatigue prevails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maybe i just need a fresh coat of blogskin, just to get me going on with the entries...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yanti, can do it for me, pweety please? i treat u to my 'to die for' brownie with ice-cream boleh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kalau tak boleh, i add aglio olio, the cili padi style to the list? nie mesti bleh kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;arghhh tomorrow is Monday. AGAIN!!!????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;another busy week, fresh loads of papers to do as well as stagnant meetings to attend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hope i'll be perfectly cultured and lucid while ranting mad with my awesome kakis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;however, there's always be a lady that i will constantly miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219936901115382722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SHDw9ITvi8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/C0rTc1IbsIU/s200/sj+miss+u+photo+copy.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;let's meet up soon for board games! or even movida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SHDw9ITvi8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/C0rTc1IbsIU/s1600-h/sj+miss+u+photo+copy.jpg"&gt;&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/1290365316552815953-4615050174612739886?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/4615050174612739886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=4615050174612739886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/4615050174612739886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/4615050174612739886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-again.html' title='monday again?'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SHDw9ITvi8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/C0rTc1IbsIU/s72-c/sj+miss+u+photo+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-357600306963596169</id><published>2008-06-21T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:43:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity beholds me</title><content type='html'>move out happy feeling and welcome ms angst and frustration&lt;br /&gt;rated pg16 cause there will be unintended vulgarities. pardon for me yeah =P&lt;br /&gt;been a terrible week for me and the rest of the ging gang and i will just say it now or never will i hold my peace. weekend was flouted with viral, aching joints, migraine, stuffed nose and another instance, it would just get runny, sick in the brain, too tired, too strong for a medicine and worse, 3 of us are in it together. 2 days mc and work was piling, called in to ask what was wrong with me, especially on timeliness and realistic goals (how to have it since i was tasked with the 'best of interest but after knowing that she has to be there, i simply lost my inspiration' projects???!!!) pressing me for that, for this, questioning me what have i been doing, and how am i suppose to answer as i just came back from 2 days mc my brain need to recharge lay dey, give me a shrug or two here and there.me ended walking to my table feeling demoralise and morbid. what the fark!!?? and it does not help that i feel myself useless, dreaming too much and too hard that it does not get me anyway just because of that damn thing. hate myself hate it to the core for not materialising it. instead it is just me still the old me, the fat ol me. obese, pain in the ankles, slow m ovements, plus size and whatever u might call it to be. just give me a gun.... water gun can? (i am still sane)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-357600306963596169?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/357600306963596169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=357600306963596169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/357600306963596169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/357600306963596169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/06/insanity-beholds-me.html' title='insanity beholds me'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-6021752841718566256</id><published>2008-06-20T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:41:03.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green eyed monster...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;'to jealousy, nothing is more frightful than a laughter' &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 am and was jealous&lt;br /&gt;but i choose to laugh it all&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/1290365316552815953-6021752841718566256?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/6021752841718566256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=6021752841718566256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6021752841718566256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/6021752841718566256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/06/green-eyed-monster.html' title='green eyed monster...'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-1839327649132631158</id><published>2008-06-15T22:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:25.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the geek in the pink...nah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before anything, do play the video at the right column....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could be discontent and chase the rainbows end&lt;br /&gt;I might win much more but lose all that is mine&lt;br /&gt;I could be a lot but I know I'm not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm content just with the riches that you bring&lt;br /&gt;I might shoot to win and commit the sin&lt;br /&gt;Of wanting more than I've already got&lt;br /&gt;I could runaway but I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;In the warmth of your smile lighting up my day&lt;br /&gt;(the one that makes me say, heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the best thing that ever happened to me or my world&lt;br /&gt;You're the best thing that ever happened - so don't go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be a king and steal my peoples things&lt;br /&gt;But I don't go for that power crazy way&lt;br /&gt;All that I could rule but I don't check for fools&lt;br /&gt;All that I need is to be left to live my way&lt;br /&gt;(say listen what I say) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause you're the best thing that ever happened to me or my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the best thing that ever happened - so don't go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love is all I need, baby, You're the best for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come and rock my dreams, but take the chance for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love is all I need, baby, You're the best for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come and rock my dreams, but take the chance for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the best thing that ever happened to me or my world&lt;br /&gt;You're the best thing that ever happened - so don't go away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause you're the best thing that ever happened to me or my world&lt;br /&gt;You're the best thing that ever happened - so don't go away&lt;br /&gt;Don't go, don't you go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::--------------------:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true to the lyrics! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are the best thing that ever happened to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so don't go away or not.... (caution! haaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except when u need to clear your bowels, bath, or to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=P, yeah rite, isma... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SFUsJ8uyuII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uthTJ3SUXxA/s1600-h/100_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212120693184051330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SFUsJ8uyuII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uthTJ3SUXxA/s200/100_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope u like your 'geek in the pink that comes with an open-mouthed crocodile' polo tee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thanks for the treat @ Family International Buffet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though i know i should be the one paying it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&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;from your lovely kid and wife =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SFUtfw_1gTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Zkt8H4Zk0hM/s1600-h/100_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212122167503061298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SFUtfw_1gTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Zkt8H4Zk0hM/s200/100_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SFUtgQlAhhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oMMwA0TD0s0/s1600-h/100_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SFUuLFD20UI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VTMoqnFC25Q/s1600-h/100_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212122911623008578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SFUuLFD20UI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VTMoqnFC25Q/s200/100_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we love u always, papa!&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/1290365316552815953-1839327649132631158?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/1839327649132631158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=1839327649132631158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1839327649132631158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/1839327649132631158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/06/geek-in-pinknah.html' title='the geek in the pink...nah!'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SFUsJ8uyuII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uthTJ3SUXxA/s72-c/100_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-4042199062024532823</id><published>2008-06-12T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:25.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ring-a-ding-a-ling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SFE2-qwxYBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xD2jXYqJZaY/s1600-h/icecreamcart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211006694103015442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SFE2-qwxYBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xD2jXYqJZaY/s200/icecreamcart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess what???&lt;br /&gt;we just spend $198 for Walls Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;think we got carried away, gleaming through the list of ice-cream that was selling at such &lt;div align="center"&gt;a 'too-good-too-be-true' price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes! cik jamik was raving with rage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep nagging to both of us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(non-stop ok eventhough there was a pause, it continues again within 30 solid secs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause at the price that we are buying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even my fridge will not be able to accomodate all the ice-cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from now till end of june&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i will just be a part-time makcik ice-cream seller at jw st 65&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just give me a stool and a bell k? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dun worry, i'll sell lower than my purchase price =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. while i am blogging, nadrah just got up from her sleep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shook her head left and right and land her herself to the next best sleeping spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk tsk tsk.. medicine nowadays&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/1290365316552815953-4042199062024532823?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/4042199062024532823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=4042199062024532823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/4042199062024532823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/4042199062024532823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/06/ring-ding-ling.html' title='ring-a-ding-a-ling'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SFE2-qwxYBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xD2jXYqJZaY/s72-c/icecreamcart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-9197902422197037559</id><published>2008-06-10T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:25.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to prick or not to prick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SE6TWt6C0II/AAAAAAAAAJs/BlZt8dy6CrI/s1600-h/Pain____by_proverbios31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210263837403697282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SE6TWt6C0II/AAAAAAAAAJs/BlZt8dy6CrI/s200/Pain____by_proverbios31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u constantly be plagued with recurring pain or soreness in neck, shoulders, upper back, wrists or hands?or do u ever experience a tingling effect, numbness, coldness or loss of sensation? and do your muscles in the arms and shoulders feel hard and wiry when palpated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is a 'YES' for all the questions, be weary cause u might be suffering from 'Repetitive Strain Injury (RSI)', also called 'Cumulative Trauma Disorder (CTD)'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an occupational overuse syndrome, or work related upper limb disorder (WRULD), is any of a loose group of conditions resulting from overuse of a tool, eg. computer, guitar or knife, or other activity that requires repeated movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a syndrome that affects muscles, tendons and nerves in the hands, arms and upper back. The medically accepted condition in which it occurs is when muscles in these areas are kept tense for very long periods of time, due to poor posture and/or repetitive motions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is most common among assembly line and computer workers. Studies have related RSI and other upper extremity complaints with psychological and social factors. A large amount of psychological distress showed doubled risk of the reported pain, while job demands, poor support from colleagues, and work dissatisfaction also showed an increase in pain, even after short term exposure.[1] Some believe that stress is the main cause, rather than a contributing factor, of a large fraction of pain symptoms usually attributed to RSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to treat it? What are the preventive methods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Partial or complete cessation of hand activity;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prescribe orthopedic hand braces;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medications (such as ibuprofen) to reduce swelling ;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold compression therapy followed with TENS therapyto reduce inflammation and relieve pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soft tissue therapy to enhance circulation and promote healing;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biofeedback to reduce stress-related muscle tension in the muscles of the neck and shoulders;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Massage treatment (for acute pain and nerve trigger points); &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the traditional method would be chomping on Ginger, as it is considered to be a natural anti-inflammatory agent; and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more...such as Surgery (that would be the last resort);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so bothered to write an entry about RSI?&lt;br /&gt;because i am suffering from it. an occupational hazard if i may add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the doc says, this is a warning sign to me, urging me to start on any of the preventive methods; before it prolonged and turn worst. i was laughing my a** off when doc told me that. cause i was disbelief that such things can happen to me? the only time i was hospitalised was when i gave birth to nadrah. never in my wildest dream or in a conscious state of mind that i could suffer anything cause i just know it. but this news proved to be a shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peeps might be taking it light cause it is not a common disorder or maybe it is common but they are just not aware about it. so fren, do heed my advice yeah. do visit the doc or try out the preventive measures if u experience what i am experiencing now. no joke abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back to me, where and when can i begin?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should plan for a short break with double 'N'?&lt;br /&gt;or even persuade my office to buy ergonomics chair for me (in your wildest dream, Isma)?&lt;br /&gt;or better! cut down the required paperwork and just go straight to organise the event?&lt;br /&gt;how badly i want a miracle to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the honest truth is... blatantly... time is not on my side&lt;br /&gt;and that hurt! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-9197902422197037559?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/9197902422197037559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=9197902422197037559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/9197902422197037559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/9197902422197037559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-prick-or-not-to-prick.html' title='to prick or not to prick?'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SE6TWt6C0II/AAAAAAAAAJs/BlZt8dy6CrI/s72-c/Pain____by_proverbios31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290365316552815953.post-4256996660409200121</id><published>2008-06-09T22:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:27.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>popping flashes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is not easy being a diva, I tell u&lt;br /&gt;constantly being followed while i even at my moyang place&lt;br /&gt;i thot i could rest from my busy and hectic schedule especially since i just completed my latest movie - The Chronicles of Nadrah: The Prince Caspien&lt;br /&gt;boy, i was wronged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209901452415516738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SE1JxIoEwEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/v4AiCFDI8dM/s200/jeng+jeng+jeng+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh damn! i just spotted the paparazi... what should i do? quick, get it from the bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209903819638465330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SE1L67OAYzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/41XIJHyia9A/s200/jeng+jeng+jeng+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;better change my path soon before she caught up with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SE1OSGaIYFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7izynkEvjdo/s1600-h/jeng+jeng+jeng+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209906416802357330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SE1OSGaIYFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/7izynkEvjdo/s200/jeng+jeng+jeng+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;how many times should i tell u??!!! that i did not date Brad Pitt! too old for me lah...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209908334029028578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SE1QBsolvOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zEACOcBtScw/s200/jeng+jeng+jeng+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; ok ok. will u leave me if i admit it? yes, i am with someone. zac to be exact. he left vanessa because he finds me to cute too be true...really! cross my heart and swear the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SE1R5qiwDqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XK8VouJWBRI/s1600-h/jeng+jeng+jeng+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209910395051970210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SE1R5qiwDqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XK8VouJWBRI/s200/jeng+jeng+jeng+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u still here? i have just confess and u still want to buy me?  do u know who is my papa? better scram before he bring his pool of man in blue uniform. ditto?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290365316552815953-4256996660409200121?l=mrmissus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/feeds/4256996660409200121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1290365316552815953&amp;postID=4256996660409200121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/4256996660409200121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290365316552815953/posts/default/4256996660409200121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrmissus.blogspot.com/2008/06/popping-flashes.html' title='popping flashes!'/><author><name>missus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255039308402318674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SPBhBA4_OGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/i-MDgXHzk3w/S220/100_0150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogTrjCpiw8U/SE1JxIoEwEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/v4AiCFDI8dM/s72-c/jeng+jeng+jeng+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
