<?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-29505399</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:02:44.999+08:00</updated><category term='Undying power'/><title type='text'>Love is a language spoken by everyone,but understood only by a heart</title><subtitle type='html'>Happiness is worthless in money, but precious in your life. To be loved, and to have loved, is to live life to the fullest</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-6239957766729710257</id><published>2007-09-28T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:51:40.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After MIA for so long</title><content type='html'>For 4 months i have disappeared from blogging. It is not that I'm that busy til I have no time to blog, just that at times I don't see any value to do blogging. Simple reason: Not much of ppl or friends will drop by at my page to read about it. Just feel that my efforts are being wasted to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, someone delighted me to blog again - Yen!! She is now starting to blog. Let me have a simple introduction of this lady in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rv0dNd1-tOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/T2eAKe8_hl8/s1600-h/DSC01056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rv0dNd1-tOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/T2eAKe8_hl8/s320/DSC01056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115276868949292258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have known her almost for 20 years. But within this 20 years, we became closer just 3 years back. Her attitude can be described as : Straight forward!! and very 义气子女！！！ Whenever she likes or doesn't like anything, she will spell out everything in her mind. When she fell in love in anything, she will just praise the things til "sky have, earth don't have" ; but if anything that make her eyes pain, she will condemn til no one  dare to sound back.  But one really good thing of hers is , she will standby for any frens whenever. Call her anytime, she will be the good listener. (But i dont afford leh, she now working in Singapore, my hubby will knock my head if I always make phone calls to her ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my appearance in blog will make some changes now. More comments, more visitors...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-6239957766729710257?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/6239957766729710257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=6239957766729710257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/6239957766729710257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/6239957766729710257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-mia-for-so-long.html' title='After MIA for so long'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rv0dNd1-tOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/T2eAKe8_hl8/s72-c/DSC01056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-7062062473244896955</id><published>2007-05-26T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:51:43.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hairdo</title><content type='html'>These days I been thinking to change hairstyle either to cut it to short length or perm it since I never be in a curly look. So last Sunday, after the bowling tournament, i went to salon - Hair Inn to get a change of my look. I told the hairstylist that i wanted to cut it short, but the hairstylist advised not to do so since my hair is so long, wasted if I were to. So she suggested me to do a digital perming, I just accept it. I didn't know that the process will take so long, each process took me about 45 mins. Cutting my hair,  then 2nd process is put the chemical to soften my hair, and followed with curling my hair. Here are some of the pics to share with u on the process of my changing look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RlepCEfDA8I/AAAAAAAAACE/-wnxOkQHJk8/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RlepCEfDA8I/AAAAAAAAACE/-wnxOkQHJk8/s320/DSC00884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068705758657577922" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            See my hair, it was about waist length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rlepx0fDA9I/AAAAAAAAACM/Sx4fA37RzAE/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rlepx0fDA9I/AAAAAAAAACM/Sx4fA37RzAE/s320/DSC00888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068706578996331474" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So short dy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RleqMkfDA-I/AAAAAAAAACU/PVN6xrZR-J4/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RleqMkfDA-I/AAAAAAAAACU/PVN6xrZR-J4/s320/DSC00885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068707038557832162" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bao bei... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rleq3EfDA_I/AAAAAAAAACc/cqWnVwVVtEg/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rleq3EfDA_I/AAAAAAAAACc/cqWnVwVVtEg/s320/DSC00891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068707768702272498" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many wires on my hair, this process caused my neck so tired cos the wires on my hair brings in some weights to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RlerhkfDBAI/AAAAAAAAACk/XnksrMXnsSc/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RlerhkfDBAI/AAAAAAAAACk/XnksrMXnsSc/s320/DSC00893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068708498846712834" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"deng deng deng deng" My new look!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rler6EfDBBI/AAAAAAAAACs/S0DEXcXSxn8/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rler6EfDBBI/AAAAAAAAACs/S0DEXcXSxn8/s320/DSC00895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068708919753507858" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chloe girl couldn't recognize me, so "anti" me when the first 30 mins i reached home with this new hairdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-7062062473244896955?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/7062062473244896955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=7062062473244896955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/7062062473244896955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/7062062473244896955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-hairdo.html' title='New Hairdo'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RlepCEfDA8I/AAAAAAAAACE/-wnxOkQHJk8/s72-c/DSC00884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-7710701620820952907</id><published>2007-05-06T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:51:44.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rj1DZYMAb9I/AAAAAAAAABs/TBxuaNBqPpQ/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rj1DZYMAb9I/AAAAAAAAABs/TBxuaNBqPpQ/s320/DSC00821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061275659502907346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rj1DZoMAb-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rfBMaERqdrk/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rj1DZoMAb-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rfBMaERqdrk/s320/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061275663797874658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rj1DZ4MAb_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/wLyAiOhPyOk/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rj1DZ4MAb_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/wLyAiOhPyOk/s320/DSC00819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061275668092841970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't  know why, my sweetheart always sleep like a snake. Anyone can help me to re-build her posture of sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-7710701620820952907?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/7710701620820952907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=7710701620820952907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/7710701620820952907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/7710701620820952907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-sweetheart.html' title='My sweetheart'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rj1DZYMAb9I/AAAAAAAAABs/TBxuaNBqPpQ/s72-c/DSC00821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-4433482209890786975</id><published>2007-05-03T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:14:23.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Undying power'/><title type='text'>The tired me</title><content type='html'>Am so tired and exhausted looking after Chloe without the help of anyone I would say. Yes, my hubby, dad and mum did help abit lar, but then most of the time I gotta look after Chloe by myself. It s so "annoying" especially at night cos her coughs is non stop, and whenever she cough, she cries. Makes my heart so pain. Me myself also going to fall sick dy, now having sore throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-4433482209890786975?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/4433482209890786975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=4433482209890786975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/4433482209890786975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/4433482209890786975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/05/tired-me.html' title='The tired me'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-3549496969821073313</id><published>2007-05-02T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:51:46.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>28-04-07 Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning went for Unit Trust Exam at Cosmopoint, it is a computerised exam whereby we answer the questions via computer thru internet. When the moment I finished the exam, need to click the button "finish" and "confirm" in order to know the result, I was so afraid that it came out "failed" cos i didn't study much, only study 2 out of 7 chapters, and the rest i just read thru the past year questions. Lucky enough, I passed!!! So happy and quickly did I go back to nanny's house to pick up Chloe (as Sat and Sun nanny is off). After picking up Chloe, went home to kacau my hubby to wake up and go out as Parkson is having member's day sales. In Parkson, we were so enjoying shopping and unrealizable that Chloe is not wearing jacket (this is her outfit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjhTAoMAb4I/AAAAAAAAABE/c0kplckTH7w/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjhTAoMAb4I/AAAAAAAAABE/c0kplckTH7w/s320/DSC00748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059885451603636098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sneezing in between which i noticed that but didn't take initiative to cover her with a jacket although the jacket is just inside the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that night, she had very high fever once reached 39.9'C in the dawn as a result of "cold".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjhUcoMAb5I/AAAAAAAAABM/PFUnGcG4Ibs/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjhUcoMAb5I/AAAAAAAAABM/PFUnGcG4Ibs/s320/DSC00798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059887032151601042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjhUc4MAb6I/AAAAAAAAABU/mzumO_0dqrI/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjhUc4MAb6I/AAAAAAAAABU/mzumO_0dqrI/s320/DSC00801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059887036446568354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29-04-07 Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, i brought her to Dr Ang for check up, it was diagnosed that it is throat infection due to the changing weather (suddenly hot suddenly raining) and lack of intake of fluid, Dr then inserted sub into her anus to reduce her fever temperature. Dr advised to give her more water intake, less milk intake and no porridge for the mean time until the throat gets better. Dr also gave some medicine like cough&amp;flu, fever, antibiotic and mouth drop. it cost me 60 bugs for this Dr visit. With the hope that her fever will goes off by today, i didn't bath her, only wipe her with lukewarm water. Her throat is getting worst in the afternoon and her fever didn't go off (suddenly her body very cold and suddenly will be very hot), in my &amp;amp; hubby's mind, we thought that she might have "denggi", at night, me &amp; hubby (without Chloe) went back to Dr Ang's to consult him again, he comfort us that there is no sign of denggi on Chloe, only normal fever, just give her more water will do, and he gave me 2 subs to be inserted to her anus in case the fever is getting high in the middle of the night. At sunday's night, it was the worst night ever since she is born, she kept on crying cos her throat is painful and she couldn't sleep well. I gotta put her on my chest for her to sleep (obviously I didn't sleep well as well), I was forced to take emergency leave to look after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-04-07 Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought her to hospital in the morning for "double-check up", it was confirmed that it is not denggi nor asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjhdmYMAb7I/AAAAAAAAABc/upahuleR16A/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjhdmYMAb7I/AAAAAAAAABc/upahuleR16A/s320/DSC00802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059897095259975602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rjhew4MAb8I/AAAAAAAAABk/6GjHGN4cM00/s1600-h/4005218650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/Rjhew4MAb8I/AAAAAAAAABk/6GjHGN4cM00/s320/4005218650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059898375160229826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really worrying her, gave her lotsa of water including barley water. My mother in law even called up me twice (she is in China for traveling), she too is worrying for Chloe. Today her fever goes off (Thanks God!!!), her throat still remain sore, very pity her as whenever she cough, she cries as well cos it is painful for her. My heart is so painful too looking at her. Hope her cough and throat will get well asap!!! This fever has caused her lose some weight, her face becomes sharper, her legs no more "carrot" legs. Sighhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-3549496969821073313?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/3549496969821073313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=3549496969821073313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/3549496969821073313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/3549496969821073313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjhTAoMAb4I/AAAAAAAAABE/c0kplckTH7w/s72-c/DSC00748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-4093970895146904235</id><published>2007-04-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:51:46.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My rice bowl</title><content type='html'>For my job, honestly speaking, i like it since i can learn up lotsa new things for banking system, loan processing, always got makan-makan sessions with valuers, marketing ppl, colleagues, and .... These are my colleagues, taken at one of my colleague's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjNrCoMAb1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-IU3xGGLW-M/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjNrCoMAb1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-IU3xGGLW-M/s320/DSC00590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058504499358887762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come Pizza Hut session for b'day celebration. (The green color sleeveless lady is my boss, namely Branch Manager)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjNri4MAb2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eZ1LZDzPDqs/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjNri4MAb2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eZ1LZDzPDqs/s320/DSC00574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058505053409668962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one lagi happening @ Swing Club, Kuantan (Swing is one of the "most" happening club in Kuantan, which i think is worst than those Thai Club, Twelve SI...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjNsfIMAb3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/SsWbk0t1_mg/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjNsfIMAb3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/SsWbk0t1_mg/s320/DSC00561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058506088496787314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues - definitely i can get along with them, especially my lady boss. I was told by most of the ppl that she is a tough person, but when i work with her, i feel absolutely comfortable with her style and we even can sit down and chit chatting. ('m i bodek type?? No lor, i don't think so, but dont know why, i just like her style).  Since i am doing sales for the bank, so i am not gonna do operation job, but sometimes operation staff just turned me off by rejecting what i required. Anyway, it only happen when the banking hall is full of customers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job function - my title is "Personal Financial Consultant", consultant?? Don't play play, such a profession. But then the actual job that i am doing is not giving consultation but to do customer service most of the time since i am based at the front line. Even though there is a big label "Personal Financial Centre" yet those customers will still come to you asking you to fill up slips, cheques, opening accounts, credit cards... I feel so annoyed at times cos the main purpose of my job is to find new biz, yet i am doing so many silly works. So, sometimes i just tell the cust to go back to the counter for customer service, most of the time, cust will shout at me!!! Got once i even tell the cust to look up at the label and tell him"here is financial service centre not cust service centre, tq". Sigh, nowadays cust is not always right. Back to my job functions, i need to hit certain criteria in order for me to be confirmed.  Right now, i not only haven't reach  but still far away from my target. Another thing  is  i am a contract staff at Hong Leong Bank, meaning most of the permanent staff benefits i don't get to enjoy such as annual leave is lesser, family medical claims, dental claims, yearly bonuses... also the salary is so much lower than the permanent ones. Eissshh... So pity me, work loads is a lot, yet the pay is so little. That's why i am considering to change job. Recently got a counter offer from other bank asking me to join their financial institution, of cos the basic salary is so much higher than HLB, lesser job scopes, permanent staff some more (meaning i will get to enjoy many many benefits for myself as well as my immediate family). But then, my concern is I just started at HLB, sounds not so nice if i just shift over as my lady boss is so generous to me, and also another 2 personal financial consultant is resigning. If i just go there, my lady boss will be very mad i guess. Another thing is if i go there, i need to share the cake among 4 sales person there. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, i am still satisfied with my job but the concern is i am a contractual staff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-4093970895146904235?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/4093970895146904235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=4093970895146904235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/4093970895146904235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/4093970895146904235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-rice-bowl.html' title='My rice bowl'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjNrCoMAb1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-IU3xGGLW-M/s72-c/DSC00590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-8481204838452602456</id><published>2007-04-26T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:51:47.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjCM-oMAbzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p2VlACKyHAY/s1600-h/25201698146034m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjCM-oMAbzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p2VlACKyHAY/s320/25201698146034m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057697389104623410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since I started to work in Hong Leong, i seemed to be very busy and never had i update my blog. I wanted to update so many incidents in fact, such as my job experiences, my new colleagues, the changes after i started to work, my hubby, my precious, my family problems, my thinking, my training sessions in KL.... How do i start telling all this??!!! Can anyone give me any idea?? Where should i start with?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-8481204838452602456?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/8481204838452602456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=8481204838452602456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/8481204838452602456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/8481204838452602456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/04/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RjCM-oMAbzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p2VlACKyHAY/s72-c/25201698146034m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-4594309521620468237</id><published>2007-02-06T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:13:37.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally i am back to working class after resting for a year. I am now attached to Hong Leong Bank Berhad as a contract staff for 2 years. My job scope is basically doing sales of bank products - mortgages, hire purchase, credit cards, assurance, insurance, unit trust!! Wish me heaps of lucks to hit the minimum target as the target is seemed to be unachievable. Hahahaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-4594309521620468237?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/4594309521620468237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=4594309521620468237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/4594309521620468237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/4594309521620468237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-1503438860660718491</id><published>2007-01-29T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:18:24.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suk Ching's wedding dinner</title><content type='html'>Suk Ching, my classmate back in secondary school, MGSS has tie a knot finally to Chin Tiong. The night really joyful cos some of them never been seen since we left school, we talked, we laughed, we joked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782116877355&amp;amp;site=widget-2b.slide.com" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=15&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;id=216172782116877355&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/p1/216172782116877355/bl_t015_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=15&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;id=216172782116877355&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/p2/216172782116877355/bl_t015_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29505399-1503438860660718491?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/1503438860660718491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=1503438860660718491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/1503438860660718491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/1503438860660718491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/01/suk-chings-wedding-dinner.html' title='Suk Ching&apos;s wedding dinner'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-5176816727122431836</id><published>2007-01-20T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:14:05.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job hunting</title><content type='html'>I was looking for jobs since a month ago, trying to look for bank line or telecommunication services. After sent out my resume to Hong Leong Bank, Public Bank, AM Bank, RHB and Maxis, i only received 2 calls which were Hong Leong and Public Bank. I went to both interview, Hong Leong Bank interview was held in Kuantan and Public Bank interivew was in KL. Both jobs is doing selling bank products, sales in another word.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   In the Hong Leong's interview, i was quite "clicked" with the interviewer(the branch manager), she even on the spot confirm her interest to hire me, just me that so jual mahal told her that i still have another interview in KL, i need to re-confirm her. The next week, i went to KL for Public Bank interview, in the interview i dont feel comfortable at all with the interviewers, i even wanted to walked out from the room cos it was just too bored,( fyi, i am so hyperactive and talkactive, suddenly i need to be so serious n silent), they make me felt that they more like a judge than interviewers. I just simply answer them questions and when they told me that my salary is fixed which means no commissions when i close a deal, i was like what the f***, i shall just walk out just now, the whole interview session, i was so tensed!! After the interview, in order to make myself relax, i walked to the opposite tower - KLCC for shopping, and bought a lot of MNG clothes cos it was on great sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After the interviews, I really sat down to think of my future. Should I work?? Or continuing being a fulltime mummy. I was thinking, if i go to work, meaning i gotta send Chloe to a nanny, in my mind, i dont think anyone else will take greater care than me lor but, if i continuing staying home, meaning i don't utilised what i have learnt and why did i holding a degree cert while i know from the very beginning i will be a homemaker?? I was quite confused, I told myself i need to be myself again, i cannot be a homemaker while i am so young. So my decision is, call back Hong Leong Bank to confirm that I'm wanting to join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After 2 weeks, i received a call from the HQ telling me that my commencement date is to be 22nd Jan, which is next monday, I immediately refused to say okie cos I have yet to get a nanny for Chloe. I told the girl that I will recall her by tomorrow to confirm my commencement date. After hung up the phone, i quickily start up my nanny search job, it was not easy to get a good nanny i know. Sigh...After getting a few nanny list, i went to ask around and finally i decided to send Chloe to an Indian lady because at least the place is clean and she talks English, most importantly, it is just nearby my housing area, i can just drop by her when i am on the way to work. The next afternoon, i call back and told her that i can start work after 29 Jan but she told me that Hong Leong doesnt hire people after 25th, so i gotta start on 5th of Feb(isnt better?? hahaha..) I will be a working lady again on 5th Feb!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-5176816727122431836?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/5176816727122431836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=5176816727122431836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/5176816727122431836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/5176816727122431836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/01/job-hunting.html' title='Job hunting'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-4761775545204848804</id><published>2007-01-19T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:51:47.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08 Jan 2006, Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RbG5ND1zacI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z_EsVjoyeyg/s1600-h/2715070408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RbG5ND1zacI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z_EsVjoyeyg/s320/2715070408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021998693515225538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 pm As usual, after fed Chloe with cereal, I went to kitchen to wash the cup n prepare water to clean her. When I was stepping out from toilet after preparing the water, i heard a little sound "doouuppp", in my mind, i was thinking whoa, what had just kicked down from the bed in the living hall by my little girl?? So energetic huh??!! Quickily did i run out to see what happened, the moment i saw my little girl was the one lying down on the floor, i knew that the "doouuppp" sound is made by her, she fell down from the bed, OH MY GOD!!! my heart stopped for a second, and immediately i carried her up n seeing her face turned "green" n  i was so blank!!! She was like stopped breathing for a while, n when i carry her, she cried out, n me too, i cried like a mad cow..both of us non stop crying, i ran up to the room carrying Chloe to get my phone to call my hubby, cos he is at shop waiting for his staff to come over to work, hubby was so worried hearing our crying n yelling, he asked me to cool down, n tell him what has happened!! I told him the whole scenario with my crying voice. I guessed he was puzzled for a while too, and he said, he will call his staff to come over now, and he will come home once the staff come. After hung up the phone, i called my parents' house number, i couldn't talk anything, i was just crying, my mum n  my sis were picking up the  phone at the same time, they sensed something was really bad had just happened, they kept on asking why why why!!! what happened!! I just shout out, Chloe fell down!! After that, they thrown down the phone n the very next 2 mins i heard mum's car at my house already (so "effiecient" driver, [fyi, from my house to my parents' house need about 5 mins driving]). I quickily opened the door for them to come in, my mum cuddle Chloe n check which part of her body hurt, n found out that her right side head is reddish, guessed she must be really hurt and painful!! My mum used oil to soothe her but she still cry!! My heart is so broken, i kept on blaming myself why the hack that i put her on the bed while i know that she is so active, non stop turning here n there. I should be taking more precautions when letting her alone playing. After a while hubby came back from shop to see  how is Chloe girl and we decided to send her to hospital if she vomits. Luckily she is alright n doesn't need to go to see doctor.&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, I told myself this would be the first n the last time disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-4761775545204848804?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/4761775545204848804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=4761775545204848804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/4761775545204848804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/4761775545204848804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/01/08-jan-2006-monday.html' title='08 Jan 2006, Monday'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wgd5TX8rS0/RbG5ND1zacI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z_EsVjoyeyg/s72-c/2715070408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-1471531563781596349</id><published>2007-01-19T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:44:50.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2006 pitures</title><content type='html'>Now she is about 4 months old, at this month she starts putting everything in her mouth, grabs things, turning her body, talking (baby talk). Being a new mum, i would say all her "achievements" are so memorable. She is so adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-42.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782116499522&amp;amp;site=widget-42.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=21&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=216172782116499522&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-42.slide.com/p1/216172782116499522/bl_t021_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=21&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=216172782116499522&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-42.slide.com/p2/216172782116499522/bl_t021_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29505399-1471531563781596349?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/1471531563781596349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=1471531563781596349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/1471531563781596349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/1471531563781596349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/01/december-2006-pitures.html' title='December 2006 pitures'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-6277465842711962576</id><published>2007-01-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:05:20.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2006 Pictures for Chloe</title><content type='html'>November 06, Chloe is 2 months plus to 3 months old, in this month she starting to make funny faces whenever she sees camera. Guess she must be the next superstar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-6d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782116498797&amp;amp;site=widget-6d.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=24&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=216172782116498797&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6d.slide.com/p1/216172782116498797/bl_t024_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=24&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=216172782116498797&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6d.slide.com/p2/216172782116498797/bl_t024_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29505399-6277465842711962576?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/6277465842711962576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=6277465842711962576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/6277465842711962576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/6277465842711962576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/01/november-2006-pictures-for-chloe.html' title='November 2006 Pictures for Chloe'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-3836615372304019812</id><published>2007-01-17T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:40:40.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2006 pictures</title><content type='html'>Hey hey!! It is pictures again, all are taken when she is one month plus to two months old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-70.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782116422000&amp;amp;site=widget-70.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=13&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=216172782116422000&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-70.slide.com/p1/216172782116422000/bl_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=13&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=216172782116422000&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-70.slide.com/p2/216172782116422000/bl_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29505399-3836615372304019812?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/3836615372304019812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=3836615372304019812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/3836615372304019812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/3836615372304019812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/01/october-2006-pictures.html' title='October 2006 pictures'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-7115968339192741593</id><published>2007-01-17T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:23:19.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug&amp;Sept pics taking</title><content type='html'>After discharged from HTAA, i went home for my confinement month whereby the whole month I didnt steped out from house!!! Here are some of the pics when my confinement month and fullmoon feast... Enjoy viewing it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-36.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970192291382&amp;amp;site=widget-36.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970192291382&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-36.slide.com/p1/360287970192291382/bl_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=0&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970192291382&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-36.slide.com/p2/360287970192291382/bl_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29505399-7115968339192741593?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/7115968339192741593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=7115968339192741593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/7115968339192741593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/7115968339192741593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/01/aug-pics-taking.html' title='Aug&amp;Sept pics taking'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-116758770564049175</id><published>2007-01-01T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:55:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2007!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1342/3145/1600/934144/20061125_181452_P10202031.JPG1S_thum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1342/3145/320/699406/20061125_181452_P10202031.JPG1S_thum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new year, a new Beginning!!!&lt;br /&gt;To all of you, wishing u all the best n may the lucky stars always strike on u. Good luck in everything u do. May God bless you. Cheers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-116758770564049175?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/116758770564049175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=116758770564049175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/116758770564049175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/116758770564049175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-2007.html' title='Happy New Year 2007!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-116758247898588486</id><published>2007-01-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:32:37.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeling of becoming a mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1342/3145/1600/921330/DSCF5343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1342/3145/320/468934/DSCF5343.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe, my first baby and I would say she is everything in my life and even more important than my own life. Having her of course is a joy, she is so pretty, so hyper, so cute, so lovely, so darling, so ...Whenever she smiles/laugh, she melts my heart. Whenever she make sound to talk to me, she make me feel that everything I've done is worthwhile. Whenever she poo, she will be extremly quiet and wait for me to clean up for me, she look so naive but right after i clean up, she will start kicking n moving her hands again, so naughty right. Whenever I look at her when she is soundly asleep, i feel so fulfillng having her in my life. In short, she is my motivator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1342/3145/1600/400144/DSCF5414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1342/3145/320/519872/DSCF5414.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, whenever comes to drink milk time, she always have problems on drinking milk which sometimes tear me off!!! She doesnt like to drink milk and only likes water, whenever she drink her milk, she must be in sleeping mode, yes, sleeping and drinking milk, n only drink milk in the car or in craddle. I guess this is the main reason how come i became so slim over a short time. Feeding milk to her isnt an easy job, always cry like people "dera" her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, she is my everthing, make me way of so happy n dragged me down when she cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-116758247898588486?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/116758247898588486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=116758247898588486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/116758247898588486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/116758247898588486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeling-of-becoming-mom.html' title='The Feeling of becoming a mom'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-116500294930754858</id><published>2006-12-02T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:02:59.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "date" with Yee Tyng(11/11/06)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yee Tyng&lt;/span&gt;, a true friend who I met thru MSN introduced by another netfriend of mine who i never met before, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mei Yen&lt;/span&gt;!!! Mei Yen introduced me to Yee Tyng is because she was a pregger at that time who will be going to due around the same time with me. We started to chat when she came online on the same day i added her. We exchanged phone number to text each other, call each other. Unbelievable, both of us can be so "click" thru the air and we shared so many precious daily pregnancy diary together. From a stranger to a truly close friend, I really thanks her for being by my side when my ups and downs especially the moral supports given to me. Really help me to relax myself after talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;I would say that this lady is super-duper "big head prawn", she gave me a "what-to-bring-to-hospital" list when i shall admitted to hospital for delivery, after a few days later, she text me and asked me to give her a list of what to bring to hospital, the minute i received the sms i thought she was testing me see whether did I pack those stuffs, mana tahu, she really forgotten jor!!! She herself gave me the list and she herself again who ask the list from me again. Oh yeah, even my bud-day she also mistaken the actual day, on the b'day eve around 11pm+ she sms me saying that "so sorry my dear friend that this b'day wish comes late cos i went to blablabla....",at that time i was laughing myself on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;But this lady really "enough friend", whenever I got good news she wil be happy and sot sot with me for the rest of the day, and where there r my mood swing days n upset, she will be there to comfort me n advice me. Yes or no, Right or wrong, she always act like my elder sister to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us are looking for a fine day to meet up n give each other a big hug. Thanks God that we have made it on 11/11/2006 Saturday. I went down to KL for my friend's engagement party n meeting up with this "air" lady. I carefully picked a set of clothes n get my hair a temp iron just to meet her, lolz. Like meeting first love, Yee Tyng text me the night before asking whether had I packed my stuffs to KL, and I was so hyper over that night. We planned for lunch@One Utama. When I reached One Utama, I immediately call her see where is she, she told me that she is in Vincci, old wing, my hubby dropped me at new wing so i told her that i will walk over to meet her at Vincci. When the minute i entered Vincci, I saw her at the back of the shop, so I quickly walk to her n wanna give her a hug, but this blur blur queen look at me like though i am a stranger cos she didnt wear her glasses. Hahahaa... We gave each other a big warm hug, a hug for every supports given to each other when we were preggers, a hug for becoming close friends, a hug for sharing each other's ups and downs, a hug for everything...&lt;br /&gt;We went to had our lunch at Genki Sushi. At first, she said go to Shogun, a Japanese buffet but I told her that I can't eat much at one time, so we decided to go to Genki Sushi. After having lunch, we go for window shopping and this is the pic that we taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1342/3145/1600/872190/DSCF5332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1342/3145/320/666776/DSCF5332.jpg" alt="" 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/29505399-116500294930754858?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/116500294930754858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=116500294930754858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/116500294930754858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/116500294930754858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-date-with-yee-tyng111106.html' title='My &quot;date&quot; with Yee Tyng(11/11/06)'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-116342110082438462</id><published>2006-11-13T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:33:42.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fullmoon Feast - 16.09.06 Saturday</title><content type='html'>Finally the confinement month passed, our fullmoon feast was earlied for 5 days, it was on 16/09/06. The confinement month is basicly for us (confinement lady) to rest as much as we can to restore energy. During the month, there are so many pantang larang whereby bath in herbal /ginger water,cannot wash hair for the entire month, eat ginger wine, have healthy meals, cannot get cold(so gotta wear long pants/sarong, socks and long sleeves at nights). The washing hair pantang, i wasn actually quite annoyed cos it messed up my life cos i feel like myself is so dirty and smelly as the dandruffs is like snowing, but luckily i bought the dry shampoo and i used it twice a week. Look at my pic here, my hair is so greasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSCF4972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/DSCF4972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the month had passed, one day earlier i went to salon to thoroughly wash my hair, but both mothers adviced me not to wash for long as i still not "enough"day, scare i kena "wind". After washed hair, i went to anakku to buy baby car. So happy, like came out from jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was so great as so many ppl attended, mostly were relatives from hubby's side. Here r some of the pics on the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSCF5001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/DSCF5001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of us, me, Chloe and hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSCF4998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/DSCF4998.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum with Chloe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSCF5016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/DSCF5016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSCF5006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/DSCF5006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long "Q" at the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSCF5014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/DSCF5014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends, me and Chloe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-116342110082438462?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/116342110082438462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=116342110082438462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/116342110082438462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/116342110082438462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/11/fullmoon-feast-160906-saturday.html' title='The Fullmoon Feast - 16.09.06 Saturday'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-116341844325909899</id><published>2006-11-13T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:52:56.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23.08.06 10:50 Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSCF4867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/DSCF4867.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Right before i was giving birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was admitted to hospital one day earlier than the operation date,this is to make sure everything goes smooth as doctors and nurses can monitor me from time to time. Every hour, they came and check my blood pressure, my hearbeats, my temperature as well as my baby's hearbeats. On the day i was admitted, i had this very down feeling which i dont know why i faced it. I was so sad on the day, i kept on crying for no reason til they thought i was suffering from the pain, my blood pressure went up once to over 190(which is extremely high) until the next morning. I started to fasting at 10pm, My operation time was supposed to start at 8am, i was dressed up and had those wire on my body on 6am ++, but postponed to 10am due to the high blood pressure. I told myself to calm down, i know everything will be fine cos it is a FIXED casearean section, so everything will be "OK" but it just couldnt help much of lowering my BP. The nurse gave me a drink which i dont know what medicine was that, then she inserted the "urine pipe" into my vaginal, it is supposed to be painful but i just felt nothing cos i was too scared. I was brought to the operation room, where my hubby cannot accompany me to goes in as they afraid the virus infection. In the operation room, i was told that they will inject two epidural from my spinal and i would feel numb, i thought this two injection will be extremely painful but again, i feel nothing, just like an ant biten me, cos i was too scared. (scared til no pain feeling, Geng!!!). The operation start after few minutes, i didnt really look at what was happening, i was there to pray to the God for everything goes smooth. Before i was entering the operation room, i thought operation room is where a place very serious, but i was wrong, they turned on the radio let me listen to music, talk to me, make me feel better at least i dont have much fear. After a while, the nurse told me that they are about to push the baby out from my stomach and i would feel like vomitting. The whole process basically is like ppl is making donuts with ur stomach is the flour. My baby is out at 1050am,after they "washed" my baby, a nurse brought me my baby, and it is a GIRL!! I was so touched when i see my own "creature" was in front of me, i kissed her and i nearly forget my operation is still on as they are cleaning my blood and to stitch me. At 1130am, i was towed to normal ward. I was told that my baby girl is 3.4kg, 50cm length and most importantly she is healthy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSCF4904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/DSCF4904.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of her very first pictures takings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-116341844325909899?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/116341844325909899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=116341844325909899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/116341844325909899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/116341844325909899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/11/230806-1050-wednesday.html' title='23.08.06 10:50 Wednesday'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115492610874965750</id><published>2006-08-07T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:48:28.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wedding pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://widget-c1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-c1.slide.com.com&amp;channel=72057594039325377&amp;cy=bl" width="700" height="220" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...Suddenly think of uploading my wedding pics here and apparently saw this slide.com from Caroline page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115492610874965750?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115492610874965750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115492610874965750' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115492610874965750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115492610874965750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-wedding-pics.html' title='My wedding pics'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115449986279834292</id><published>2006-08-02T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:24:22.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first steak in my life!!!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was my first time cooking at home after we get married, and it is also the first time i cook for him, the first time I step in to kitchen for this year,and also the first time I prepare steak!!! So many first time, and dont know my first time is a good start or a failure indeed. To be romantic enough, I decided to give him a surprise dinner - candle light dinner, lolz... So i need to plan this in "super" advance. Luckily enough, with the help of Yee Tyng, she helped me to find the easiest steak for beginner, Black Pepper Lamb Steak for darling, and Salmon for myself. Thursday afternoon i went to Giant to get the sauce, vegetables, canned Mushroom Soup. Friday's evening, i went to get Lamb Loin and Salmon, unfortunately, Salmon sold out, so gotta wait til the stock arrive on Saturday. But it is alright since i only need to marinate the Lamb Loin, so i went home to marinate it with Black Pepper sauce and black pepper. On the saturday, after I get the Salmon around 7pm, i quickily rushed back home to prepare the dinner, it took around 1 hour 30 mins for me to prepare this dinner, luckily it wasn't too long. :) I quickily went to shop and fetched darling cos he been calling me since 8pm, as usual, he will asked where should we go for dinner, and I answered him that i need to shower first cos I havent. Then he was nagging that, why so late havent shower lar, what i did lar, blah blah blah.... (He din know that this little devil prepared a lovely+romantic dinner). The moment he stepped in house, he smelt the Lamb smell, and the house is scented with Cranberry CandleLight. He is kinda surprised when he reached the kitchen, and he asked, where did i buy this dinner. (So the outlook of the steak is good i guess,heheee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lamb steak before spreading the black pepper sauce: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSCF4825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/400/DSCF4825.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come with the Black Pepper sauce: (note: look at him, he can't wait for me to snap a pic first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSCF4826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/400/DSCF4826.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Salmon steak: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSCF4824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/400/DSCF4824.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finished eating, i served ourselves a tiramisu ice cream for dessert and i asked for his feedback. And, this is his feedback on my steak: thumbs up!!! So happy and satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i start loving cooking now. Hehehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115449986279834292?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115449986279834292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115449986279834292' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115449986279834292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115449986279834292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-steak-in-my-life.html' title='The first steak in my life!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115336935117919971</id><published>2006-07-20T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T12:22:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'m so weird!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/803773438.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/400/803773438.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it has been a while that i didn't update my blog. It's not that i have nothing to update, but sometimes i just don't know how to put it in words. Should i say, i am hiding something?? Perhaps, hiding my inner feeling?? I am trying my very best to live happily, but do i really achieve it?? Have I let go the fears?? Have I found my self-confidence back?? I'm not sure how long this will be haunting me. Pls... OPPSsss... I dont wish to have pre or post natal blues!!! How can i make myself happy again just like last time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115336935117919971?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115336935117919971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115336935117919971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115336935117919971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115336935117919971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/07/m-so-weird.html' title='&apos;m so weird!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115242621464151972</id><published>2006-07-09T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:23:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippie Yippe!!! Happy Saturday!!! (08/07/06)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the moment i stepped in my mum's house, i smelled something that i was waited for long- Durian Kampung!!! Though there are a lot of stalls along the roadside selling it, but darling doesnt let me to have one cos according to him, pregger shouldn't take "hot" food, some more Durian!!! Whenever i saw durian stalls at the road side, i just swallowed my saliva :( I was so happy when i see so many durians in mum's place, somemore most of them already opened and there is no one at the house beside two dogs were with me. I quickly washed my hands in the kitchen and run out to eat as much as i can. Without realising, i have finished 2 durians!! Feel so satisfied. Burp... After finished, mum and bro came back. I gave my mum a good reason why i ate up 2 durians, "mum, do u know if pregger dont eat the thing that she wanted to eat so much, when the baby comes out, the baby's saliva wil keep falling". Mum was puzzled n said, "how come i never come across of this saying before?? U must be trying to excuse urself for eating so much durian!!" Though i know mum doesnt sound so happy cos i eat so much of durian one shot, but looking at me (i was pretended as an innocent girl at that time), she asked, "do u want to take some home??" Of cos, i said, no, cos knowing that hubby sure will nag on me. When back home in evening, while i was talking to darling and suddenly i cant stop myself from burping, and immediately darling said, "dear, what did u eat?? It smelt like durian!! U must be eaten durian, told u how many times, u shld not have "hot" food, bla blah blah bla..." He keeps on nagging and nagging like a parrot. The minute he finished, i told him the same reason again that pregger shld eat what she wanted to so much, he believed it without doubting like mum, hahahhahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking bath, darling suggested sushi for dinner (he must be regretted for nagging me for eating durian). So, we went to eat sushi for dinner. Felt so happy yesterday, eaten durian and sushi which are my favourite!!! Thks darling!! Muaksss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115242621464151972?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115242621464151972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115242621464151972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115242621464151972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115242621464151972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/07/yippie-yippe-happy-saturday-080706.html' title='Yippie Yippe!!! Happy Saturday!!! (08/07/06)'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115209225104217387</id><published>2006-07-05T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:37:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>简单还是复杂？？</title><content type='html'>一加一等於二&lt;br /&gt;你会告诉我那很简单&lt;br /&gt;但如果兩棵心碰在一起&lt;br /&gt;事情就会变得很复杂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心结若无法打开&lt;br /&gt;你会告诉我那很复杂&lt;br /&gt;但如果能做到將心比心&lt;br /&gt;事情也可以变得很简单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些事情其实很简单&lt;br /&gt;可是我们却常把它复杂化&lt;br /&gt;有些事情其实很复杂&lt;br /&gt;我们却天真地以為很简单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有心就會很简单？&lt;br /&gt;无情变得很复杂？&lt;br /&gt;亦或是&lt;br /&gt;无心变得很简单？&lt;br /&gt;有情就會很复杂？&lt;br /&gt;我想这辈子我不会有答案&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115209225104217387?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115209225104217387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115209225104217387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115209225104217387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115209225104217387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='简单还是复杂？？'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115207475783744109</id><published>2006-07-05T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:45:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Evil, How Evil Are You then??</title><content type='html'>Just went for the test and result shows that i am an evil!! Hahaha.. I suggest u guys go and have a try too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RESULT: &lt;br /&gt;***You Are 44% Evil***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115207475783744109?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115207475783744109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115207475783744109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115207475783744109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115207475783744109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-evil-how-evil-are-you-then.html' title='I&apos;m Evil, How Evil Are You then??'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115201051313484410</id><published>2006-07-04T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:55:13.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd July 2006, Sunday</title><content type='html'>As usual, me and my hubby will go for Japanese restaurant for dinner on Sundays. The only different was we went to another Jap's restaurant on that night due to full house at the place we used to go(which is the same owner, sorry ler, Kuantan only have less than 5 Jap's restaurant). We went in to VIP room and ordered food. The menu is quite different from the one we used to go, the most important thing is they dont serve sushi!! Hubby keeps on complaining to me like a parrot cos he cant eat his favourite sushi. So we ordered oursleves a set of dinner sets, mix tempura, grilled shishamo and edamme (no sushi   :( *sob sob* . While finishing the dinner, i heard a sound of "miaow miaow miaow..." from outside of the room, i wasnt aware of it cos i thought it maybe some music out there, but the sound is continuously, i started to be alert about it cos our room door is not closed, i am afraid that the cat will come in to our room. After a while, no more "miaow miaow" sound, i continued to enjoy my dinner, suddenly, the ",miaow miaow" sound was next to me!! OMG, it was a grey cat next to me!! I shouted and cant control my tears coming out (*NOTE: My hubby still happily sitting there enjoying his conversation on the phone and drinking green tea), the waiters and waitresses ran in to our room and take away the cat. After i get back to my normal mood, i start nagging my hubby for not keeping alert at all. And he still can laugh at me, saying that he should take down the video clip of mine when i saw the cat, my face,my emotion and my behaviour was just too funny for him. I was so angry at that time, he should have comforting me rather than laughing at my stupidiness!! What's more, i am a pregger!!! I cant get frighten often!! Hmmh... I told myself not to talk to him the entire night, pretending that i merajuk. Hubby sensed that i wasnt happy with it, he kept on making stupid faces for me to laugh. And finally, i gave in. We walked out from the restaurant by laughing of the cat's incident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: I dont know how the cat got in to the restaurant cos the door is sliding door. There are only 2 possibilities: the cat followed the customers come in or maybe the sliding door is not closed after someone came in or went out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115201051313484410?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115201051313484410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115201051313484410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115201051313484410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115201051313484410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/07/2nd-july-2006-sunday.html' title='2nd July 2006, Sunday'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115164069710025366</id><published>2006-06-30T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:12:36.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>很压韵！！！</title><content type='html'>我很不爽！！！ 真的很生气！！！ 很不服气！！！心情指数点：超级的烂！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115164069710025366?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115164069710025366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115164069710025366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115164069710025366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115164069710025366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_30.html' title='很压韵！！！'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115138466412989582</id><published>2006-06-27T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:11:44.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban On Designer Baby????</title><content type='html'>I just read NST a while ago, and saw this new law being drafted by government to prevent fertility clinics from using Assisted Reproduction Technology to determine the specific gender, physical, or social characteristics of babies. I personally think that it is perfectly alright for parents to select better genes for their child to reduce genetic problems such as hereditary diseases, diabetes, Down's Syndrome and other illnesses. Also, we have to be realistic and practical that bringing up a kid in today's world cost alot. Some family may just want a boy and a girl in their family, but if letting God to determine the gender of the babies, they may not get the ideal result of it. This new law shouldn't be implemented!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115138466412989582?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115138466412989582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115138466412989582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115138466412989582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115138466412989582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/06/ban-on-designer-baby.html' title='Ban On Designer Baby????'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115129979286877500</id><published>2006-06-26T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:29:56.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is so GREAT!!!</title><content type='html'>Do you think that love is great? Personally, i do believe that LOVE IS GREAT. Love has been defined as an affection of the mind caused by that which delights. It has also been defined as a strong liking or devoted attachment to an individual. For me, i do categorize love as: the eternal love from parents, the ceaseless love from my sisters and brothers, the unlimited love from my hubby, the unconditional love from friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love from parents:&lt;/span&gt; Whatever and whenever I did wrong, they are always forgiving me. No matter how disobedience I was, they always stand by me. They never give up but to continuously giving me support, guide me to the bright side. When i was a baby, they hold me and taught me to walk. When i was a kid, they taught me to speak up. When i was in primary school, they sacrified their working time just to accompany me in school (cos i was crying everyday when i reach school). When i was a teenager, they were so worried about me that i might get bad influence from others, i might get hurt if i fell in love... That's why, they spent their time to share their life experiences with me. When i was in my college days (where i was away from them), mum cried alot when i first left home, they always called to double confirm my safety and always remind me to take good care of myself. Til today eventhough i already get married, they still worrying about me. I told daddy not to worry about me anymore since i already an adult, but dad said "U are still my little girl that never grown up, and i can never fail to be there for u cos u still need lotsa protections from me". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The love from siblings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've two younger sisters and two younger brothers. For some of u who reading this might think that, 5 kids in a family is alot. But whenever one of the siblings away from home, i felt that the house is short of so much!! We do argue, quarrel, and even fight when we were young. But after a while, we talked to each other again automatically. They will never fail to be there for me when i need someone. Who say love is selfish?? Family love is eternal love and never be selfish!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lover's Love: &lt;/span&gt; I believe love will find its way, and show us the answers to the questions being revealed. For me, a lover's love is be super sweet with me, shower me with lotsa cares and loves, love me with all your heart,share all the ups and downs time with me, cuddle with me, hold me close, share everything with me, dont hide anything from me, be honest with me, always flirt with me, wipe away my tears, dont make me cry because of your stupidiness, dont force me to do anything. Out of so many guys out there, I'm proud that I've found my MR. Right. I know darling really care and loving me and never fail to continually showing it,I can feel it. Thanks, honey!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friendship Love:&lt;/span&gt; The minute we became friend, it means, we are forever friend. But how deep it can grow is depends how well we can get along. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. I'm proud that there are plenty of u who stand as my true friends. They accept who i am and accepted my imperfections. They are my one-stop station for me to laugh, to gossip, to be the real me, to make complains, to get a shoulder to cry on and to get peace of mind. Of cos, I'm always a good listener and advisor for them too. Heheheeee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115129979286877500?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115129979286877500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115129979286877500' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115129979286877500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115129979286877500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-is-so-great.html' title='Love is so GREAT!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115097680004968009</id><published>2006-06-22T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:46:40.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我在家碰上了。。。</title><content type='html'>昨晚原本定了戏票去看The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift， 21：10 那场， 但是老公&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;又要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;看足球， 所以我&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;又&lt;/span&gt;再次要牺牲了。最近这几天的心情很闷，很无奈，有点忧郁的感觉，可能这是孕妇的特权吧！我只是想我老公给我多点时间，多点关怀，而不是时时刻刻不理我，冷落我，根本没把我放在重要的位置。 一个人在家的感觉的确很很容易跟孤单打上“良好”的关系。。。 没什么啦，我只是在这里发一发牢骚而已。 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115097680004968009?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115097680004968009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115097680004968009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115097680004968009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115097680004968009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_22.html' title='我在家碰上了。。。'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115060490162348321</id><published>2006-06-18T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:34:06.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday-Father's day</title><content type='html'>Is a Sunday, yet i am sitting in the shop looking after it. Cos my hubby and his family went to celebrate Father's Day at his hometown - Sungai Lembing. 'M lazy to go, so i decided to look after the shop today. As i am sitting here, i realised that not much of my frens are online. Guess everyone is taking opportunity to sleep til the max for Sunday huh!! Lolz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me and my hubby went for shopping for our baby. We had so much of fun buying baby stuffs. Anakku provides us a list of shopping guide. So we followed the list and grab what we need. Since we are new, we had so much of difficulties choosing which one is better, and we have made so much of jokes in Parkson. For example: there are so many brands and types of nasal aspirator, some with different sizes in a pack, some have different rubber pumps, some with a tube... After me and my hubby "investigating" for so long, we decided to get the one from Anakku, cos it looks more practical, unlike those with tubes. When come to choosing comforter set for our baby, we saw there are few offer bins with BEST BUY at the baby's fair. So we quickly rush there to choose one, scaring that people might grab all of it. Hahahah.. I am so excited to get the PINK sets, but darling is more cautious, he opened up those comforter set to check the softness of the texture. The texture for pink Looney Tunes and Minnie is not as soft as the Lollipop's, but it only left with Blue color, knowing that darling doesnt like to go from one shopping mall to another shopping mall for choosing one comforter set, so we bought the Blue one, RM99.90 with 2 bolster, one pillow, one blanket, one bed sheet, and two side guard. :) Here comes the funny parts, breast pump!! Knew that darling is kinda "interested" in so many different pumps in the market, he smartly went and open up few boxes and tried those pumps on his stomach to check for the quality of suction. My goodness, luckily there was no one there, if not, sure people might think that both of us are insane.  Hahahahaha... After that, we went to choose mattress(we got a FREE baby cot from hubby's aunt), there are so many sizes of mattress over there, luckily we measured our cot before we were out from house. When I'm so concentrating in choosing one, my hubby was so busy playing at the baby cots there. He even became the QA for baby cot by testing the safety of the cot, he even pointed out so many unsafetiness of those 2-in-1 baby cot. How he did it?? He tried to opened up the string of the cradle part, and he found out that one of the cots there was too easy to open, and he jumped into conclusion that, "What if those kids come with their parents to visit us, and their itchy hands open up the string when our baby is sleeping inside?? Sure the baby will be like one who dropped out from flying carpet". Duh, hubby had such a good imagination. After fooling around at the baby cot, he then saw car seats beside the cots, he shown to me the Recaro seat. I was like, "What??!! The baby is not born yet, and even if it is born, it wouldnt know how to sit on the seat yet, dear!! Come choose the matress with me ler." Finally we have finished buying after 4 hours in Parkson just for baby stuffs. Felt so satisfying although is tiring. The happiness is so hard to explain by words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115060490162348321?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115060490162348321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115060490162348321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115060490162348321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115060490162348321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/06/sunday-fathers-day.html' title='Sunday-Father&apos;s day'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115043431032370444</id><published>2006-06-16T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:05:10.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/DSC_7154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/DSC_7154.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went for monthly check up. Doctor told me that my baby is to be a girl!! How i wish to have a daughter!!! She will be as cute as me, as naughty as me, and as lovely as me. But the doc said is 50% only. Ya, i can start decorating the baby room for a girl. I guess pink would be lovely and sweet for her. Her name should sounds like a princess... Oh, am i getting too hyper here?? Is time for me to plan for her. Ciao for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115043431032370444?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115043431032370444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115043431032370444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115043431032370444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115043431032370444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/06/baby-girl.html' title='A Baby Girl'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115034272296946729</id><published>2006-06-15T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T11:38:42.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncivilise Fella</title><content type='html'>Not long ago, 2 malay guys came in to my shop. Below is the dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sitting at the cashier counter as usual. Malay A and Malay B were standing right in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay A : EI!! Here can print??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : The printer is out of function currently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay A : Ooo.. Okie okie (He walked away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay B : Eh!! sini boleh print tak?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : (i just shake my head, aint want to answer him cos he's being so rude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay B : Tak boleh cakap lah tak boleh. CAKAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Kan i dah jawab kawan kau tu dalam bahasa English. Tak erti bahasa ke!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Immediately he walked out from the shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed off of this kind of people, the Malay B is so uncivilised. I'm innocent cos i already answered his friend, just that he doesnt understand ENGLISH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115034272296946729?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115034272296946729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115034272296946729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115034272296946729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115034272296946729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/06/uncivilise-fella.html' title='Uncivilise Fella'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115017146619355280</id><published>2006-06-13T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:49:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>猪小妹与牛哥哥的故事</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/piggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/piggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/cute_cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/cute_cow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从前, 在一间简陋的屋子里住着一对感情要好的猪小妹与牛哥哥. 但最近猪小妹的心情起伏不定,令到牛哥哥很心急,很担心. 所以牛哥哥尽他所能的照顾,关心和迁就猪小妹. 昨晚牛哥哥吩咐猪小妹在今早要把他叫醒, 因为今天是星期二, 是每星期的每逢打扫日, 牛哥哥必须早点出门. 由于这几天牛哥哥都工作到很夜又要照顾猪小妹, 所以他很累, 想今早不要早出门, 在家里痛快的大睡一场. 起初, 猪小妹不断的轻轻的摇醒在甜睡中的牛哥哥, 牛皮就是牛皮嘛, 牛哥哥就是没有反应,反而还呼呼大睡. 这下可把猪小妹气坏了,猪小妹就大声的呼喊与捶牛哥哥,"笨牛!!!都几点啦, 还不起来!! 人家要打扫丫!!" 牛哥哥这下才张开他那一单一双的眼睛的看着猪小妹, 他可怜楚楚的告诉猪小妹, "亲爱的猪小妹, 我很累丫, 我想继续睡多一会儿, 我迟些才出去工作, 对不起." 听后, 猪小妹不但没为疲劳的牛哥哥着想, 反而在原地蹦蹦跳跳更生气的大力推凳子, 骂道,"你这笨牛! 没得救了!!! 哼!!!" 跟着, 又大力的推了牛哥哥一把. 这么一连串的噪音足以令牛哥哥终于生气了. 牛哥哥一幅很不甘愿的样子,但他又怕猪小妹又不开心了, 所以, 他拖着疲倦的身躯走进浴室洗澡去了. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天不同以往的日子, 牛哥哥没带猪小妹去吃早餐了. 他们的路程是往工作地点而去, 在路上, 牛哥哥一语不发, 脸黑黑的, 静静的, 静得很可怕, 猪小妹知道她又闯祸了, 她唯有静静的不出声. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;猪小妹觉得很惭愧, 觉得她又令牛哥哥受委屈了. 她想向牛哥哥道歉与谢谢他一路地为她付出...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115017146619355280?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115017146619355280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115017146619355280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115017146619355280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115017146619355280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_13.html' title='猪小妹与牛哥哥的故事'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115016421052249109</id><published>2006-06-13T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T10:03:30.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips from USA Police</title><content type='html'>I just received an email from a friend and after reading this email, I feel that I have the responsibility to post this in my blog to create awarenesses among ladies. And it is in 2 languages, English and Mandarin!!! Check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS FROM USA POLICE&lt;br /&gt;This is a good reminder for all of us. You can never Read this too many&lt;br /&gt;times!&lt;br /&gt;以下建議非常實用，多看幾次，受用無窮！&lt;br /&gt;1.Tip from police: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you&lt;br /&gt;are close enough to use it, do!&lt;br /&gt;1.警方的提醒：手肘是身體最有力的部位。距離夠近，就善用手肘！&lt;br /&gt;2.If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM.&lt;br /&gt;Toss it away from you.... chances are that he is more interested in your&lt;br /&gt;Wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet or purse.&lt;br /&gt;RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!&lt;br /&gt;2.假如歹徒向你要皮夾或錢包，不要遞給他，而是將皮夾或錢包往遠處丟去&lt;br /&gt;。歹徒很可能對財物比對你有興趣，他會去拿皮夾或錢包，這是你逃跑&lt;br /&gt;的機會。往反方向拼命跑！！&lt;br /&gt;3.If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights&lt;br /&gt;and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver&lt;br /&gt;won't see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.&lt;br /&gt;3.假如你被丟進車子的後車廂：把車後燈踢破，將你的手從洞中伸出去，用&lt;br /&gt;力揮手，駕駛人看不到你，但是其他人看得到。這個方法救過無數人命&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;4.Women have a tendency to get into their car after shopping, eating,&lt;br /&gt;working, etc., and just sit (doing their check book, or making a list, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the&lt;br /&gt;perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to&lt;br /&gt;your head, and tell you where to go.&lt;br /&gt;4.女性常常在購物、吃飯及下班後進入車子，然後就坐在駕駛座上處理事情&lt;br /&gt;（如記帳、列清單等）。千萬不要這麼做！歹徒會藉機觀察情勢，闖入&lt;br /&gt;車內，拿槍威脅，控制你的行動。&lt;br /&gt;AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;進入車內，立即鎖門，駛離現場。&lt;br /&gt;5.A Few Notes About Getting Into Your Car In a Parking Lot, or Parking&lt;br /&gt;Garage:&lt;br /&gt;5.在平面停車場及立體停車場的幾個注意事項：&lt;br /&gt;A.Be aware: look around you; look into your car, at the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;floor, and in the back seat. (And check out under the car as you&lt;br /&gt;approach.)&lt;br /&gt;A.要警覺：環顧四周；察看車內的乘客座和後座。（接近車子時，留意車&lt;br /&gt;底。）&lt;br /&gt;B.If you're parked next to a big van you should enter your car from the&lt;br /&gt;passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them&lt;br /&gt;into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.&lt;br /&gt;B.假如你的車子停在箱型車旁，則應該從乘客車門進入你的車子。許多連&lt;br /&gt;續殺人犯都是趁著女性要進入車中時，將她們拖進箱型車中加害。&lt;br /&gt;C.Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle and the&lt;br /&gt;passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car,&lt;br /&gt;you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get&lt;br /&gt;a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO&lt;br /&gt;BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)&lt;br /&gt;C.觀察停放在你左右兩邊的車子。如果有男性單獨坐在最近的鄰車內，最&lt;br /&gt;好回到購物中心或辦公室，找保全人員或警察陪你回去。寧願防患未然&lt;br /&gt;，也不要終生遺憾。(大驚小怪總比喪命好。)&lt;br /&gt;6.ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible&lt;br /&gt;places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).&lt;br /&gt;6.永遠搭電梯，不要走樓梯。（樓梯間是一個可怕的地方，容易讓人形單影&lt;br /&gt;隻，變成最好的犯罪場所。)&lt;br /&gt;7.If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times;&lt;br /&gt;And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ, RUN!&lt;br /&gt;7.假如歹徒有槍而你並沒有受到他的控制，一定要跑！一百次中，只有四次&lt;br /&gt;歹徒會襲擊逃跑的目標；即使他攻擊你，大多不會是致命的部位，要跑&lt;br /&gt;！&lt;br /&gt;8.As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get&lt;br /&gt;you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking,&lt;br /&gt;well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of&lt;br /&gt;unsuspecting women? He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often&lt;br /&gt;asked "for help" into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he&lt;br /&gt;abducted his next victim.&lt;br /&gt;8.身為女性，我們總是發揮同情心：不要再這樣！這樣會增加被強暴或是殺&lt;br /&gt;害的機會。一個叫泰得‧邦迪（Ted Bundy）的連續殺人犯就是一個相貌&lt;br /&gt;堂堂並且受過良好教育的人，總是利用女性的同情心。他走路時帶著一&lt;br /&gt;根手杖或是跛行，經常要求別人「幫忙」他進入車內或是看一下他的車&lt;br /&gt;子，趁機綁架受害者。&lt;br /&gt;Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch&lt;br /&gt;the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and&lt;br /&gt;she thought it was weird. The police told her "Whatever you do, DO&lt;br /&gt;NOT open the door." The lady then said that it sounded like the baby&lt;br /&gt;had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to&lt;br /&gt;the street and get run over. The policeman said, "We already have a&lt;br /&gt;unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door." He told her&lt;br /&gt;that they think a serial killer has a baby cry recorder and uses it to coax&lt;br /&gt;women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby.&lt;br /&gt;He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women&lt;br /&gt;saying that they heard baby cries outside their doors ! when they're&lt;br /&gt;home alone at night. Please pass this on! and DO NOT open the door&lt;br /&gt;for a crying baby.&lt;br /&gt;最近有人告訴我，他的朋友在晚上聽到門口有嬰兒在哭，不過當時已經很&lt;br /&gt;晚了，而且她認為這件事很奇怪，於是她打電話給警察。警察告訴她：「&lt;br /&gt;無論如何，絕對不要開門。」這位女士表示那聲音聽起來像是嬰兒爬到窗&lt;br /&gt;戶附近哭，她擔心嬰兒會爬到街上，被車子碾過。警察告訴她：我們已經&lt;br /&gt;派人前往，無論如何不能開門。警方認為這是一個連續殺人犯，利用嬰兒&lt;br /&gt;哭聲的錄音帶，誘使女性以為有人在外面遺棄嬰兒，騙她們出門察看。雖&lt;br /&gt;然尚未證實此事，但是警方已經接到許多女性打電話來說，他們晚上獨自&lt;br /&gt;在家時，聽到門外有嬰兒的哭聲，請將這個消息傳給其他人，不要因為聽&lt;br /&gt;到嬰兒的哭聲而開門。&lt;br /&gt;This e-mail should probably be taken seriously because the Crying&lt;br /&gt;Baby theory was mentioned on: America's Most Wanted this past&lt;br /&gt;Saturday when they profiled the serial killer in Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;請嚴肅看待這封電子郵件，因為上禮拜六「美國頭號通緝犯」（America’s&lt;br /&gt;Most Wanted）節目中，報導路易斯安那州的連續殺人犯時，提到了「哭&lt;br /&gt;泣嬰兒」的假設。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115016421052249109?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115016421052249109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115016421052249109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115016421052249109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115016421052249109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/06/tips-from-usa-police.html' title='Tips from USA Police'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29505399.post-115009160886778375</id><published>2006-06-12T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:22:28.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/yin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/yin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt; it starts my very first blog, i admit that i am "outdated" cos some of my friends have been blogging for years, and i am just starting to learn how to do about it, lolz... I am still figuring out what is this and that, how to do this and that, blah blah blah, yeah yeah yeah, i am bit slow in coping up in learning new things, gimme some time ler!!! FYI, i cant be a good blogger as i use inappropriate abbreviations, for eg: dun, becos, cos, lil, gimme,lolz, etc... I think a good blogger updates her blogs everyday, spills "everything" in her life, what she really likes, what she really thinks, what she really wants... I guess the best way to start my first blog is to introduce what is happening around me, about myself, my backbone - family, my marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; - love to eat, love shopping, love to chat,love those who loves me, hate those who betrayed me,loyal and true in Love, get angry often, mood swings - emotional, thinks alot, always contradicting myself, treat friends importantly, always making friends, easily hurt but recover easily,daydreamer, opinionated, do not care of what others think, love to travel, the arts and literature, touchy and easily jealous, concerned, just and fair, spendthrift, easily influenced, easily loses confidence, live to have Fun,love to laugh, love children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Backbone&lt;/span&gt; - Muh Family, they are my foundation, without them, i am nobody today. I've showered with lotsa loves, cares,guidance from them. My parents never failed to fulfill my needs including all my nonsense requirements. In short, they have spoilt me since i was young, i am a spoilt child (that's why i am so emo when someone cant fulfill my request). I've two lil lovely princess that never failed to be there when i need them, one always prepare meals for me and another one always be my listener, thks for this 2 monsters (Eunieece and Fang). Another 2 evils in my family who always fight at home, my bros, they are those who always bring joys to the family. Here comes another 2 members, Iceman and Paris who always make my sis headache. Iceman loves to sneak out from the house, and Paris always bullies Iceman. Lolz... Not to forget to mention another most important people in my life - my Hubby, we just get married not long ago, for like 3 months, have been knowing him for ages and didnt know he's da man of mine for the rest of my life. He is definitely someone that i can't live without...da one who bring lotsa happiness to me...he is the one who always care for me, shares my ups and downs unconditionally...And soon, our family will  be adding another new member. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/yin%27s%20fmly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/yin%27s%20fmly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/P3230050_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/320/P3230050_resize.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friends &lt;/span&gt;- I've plenty of close friends from primary school, secondary school, and college. This group of close friends will never leave me alone when i needed someone to be with me. Unfortunately, most of them are either at overseas, outstations, or so busy with their schedules. As a result, we have less meeting up sessions, however this change does not affect the strength of our friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29505399-115009160886778375?l=tiffanythy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/feeds/115009160886778375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29505399&amp;postID=115009160886778375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115009160886778375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29505399/posts/default/115009160886778375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanythy.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829713015694007260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1342/3145/1600/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
