<?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-11621664</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:03:02.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figmentation Of My Wicked Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>my mind is like one big messed up spider web.From just one measly ting people say i can make a whole giant anthill out of it.maybe i'm crazee,maybe i'm weird,maybe i'm even schizoprenic..whatever..i still think i rock!So this blogsite is meant to be the place where all my tots,evil and non evil ones will reside..U'all don't agree with me ay?Whatever..I still think I rock!So take a slow stroll if u want to or if u dun want just breeze thru aite..Whatever I still think i rock!Peace y'all..+GhosT+</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-856291394063717500</id><published>2007-03-23T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:15:40.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;EXACTLY 2 YEARS HAS GONE BY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE STOPPED BLOGGING IN THIS SITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;PLS RELINK ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bahgiatetapterasameskipundukanestapa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-856291394063717500?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/856291394063717500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=856291394063717500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/856291394063717500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/856291394063717500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/03/weeeee.html' title='weeeee'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-8399833139424565184</id><published>2007-03-10T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:02:30.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040154229267686450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RfI5kVCu5DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1jHUliyVlaE/s320/angry3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RfI5klCu5EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JL7FDEgI0Is/s1600-h/hatipanas.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040154233562653762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RfI5klCu5EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JL7FDEgI0Is/s320/hatipanas.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RfI5k1Cu5FI/AAAAAAAAAKM/P9-S7i2OGHk/s1600-h/scream.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040154237857621074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RfI5k1Cu5FI/AAAAAAAAAKM/P9-S7i2OGHk/s320/scream.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040154237857621090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RfI5k1Cu5GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QMdnMdaUhD0/s320/temper.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RfI5kVCu5DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1jHUliyVlaE/s1600-h/angry3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040154229267686450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RfI5kVCu5DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1jHUliyVlaE/s320/angry3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm freakin' pissed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fark Fark Fark...!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel like hunting them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shitty man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Received some bad news after husband went back to the old house to take a look at the postbox in case there were any letters still sent there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our apartment's door was splashed with red colour paint and the gate was locked with a bicycle lock.Freaking shitty tailongs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why am I angry??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because it is not me or my husband that borrowed money from them and neither are we the ones yg 'jamin' anyone. Fuck sia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so pissed with the old owner. This is too much. If for the last 3 years they have not changed the address on their ic nor come and collect their old letters we don't mind. But we got different types of people knocking on our doors asking for them. From LTA personnels with warrant arrest for the wife to MOM personnels who said that they didn't pay the maid's levy for the last 1 year and disappeared with the maid also, to the apek and mamak from kedai grocery nearby who said he owed them like 300 dollars each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then we had like relatives looking for the wife cos her mum was sakit tenat in Malacca. How could they change homes without informing their own siblings? I mean for goodness sake lah you still have a mum. Think of her if not the siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We already suspected that the previous owner owed some illegal moneylenders money cos late last year, we received a knock on the door at 2.30 am. Bloody 2.30 am!! We were asleep already. They spunned a tale citing that they were looking for a man named 'Ali'(the old owner name) who sold mee rebus. We told them that we knew of no such person. Then around 15 minutes later they came back asking the same question. Like wtf sia..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We should have made a police report back then when they didn't change the address on the ic. Why lah were we so patient and stupid to have not reported about this to the higher authority??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mean the thing is... they live in luxury. I came across the daughter's blogspot yesterday after I googled about them. Why the daughter? Because she was a child actress with SURIA. Won an award for the first time she acted on tv. Apparently they have a car. The parents are both working. She lacks nothing. Financially they're so well off!! Why must they go and borrow money from these bloody illegal moneylenders and to use the old address lagi?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ni lah melayu... shut the crap up lah about using 10k of your saving to produce your daughter's album when your daughter's voice is just like that of a croaking toad. Fucking piece of shit! They no longer appear on television. The last time the child actress appeared was in Cinta Bollywood series. I'm sure you know which child actress I mean. I will not write her name here cos it will be like defaming her for the mistakes her parents did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They were such nice people though we sensed a bit of air of arrogance which we didn't mind cos their precious daughter is a so called 'Artis cilik paling popular'. All parents must be proud when their daughter is given a title such as that. Tapi biasalah kan... melayu. Kalau da senang sikit you can't deny the arrogance they have. As if they're some kinda big shots. Fuck lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We're on the verge of selling our home and this happen. Sapa nak beli klau da mcm ni? I feel like calling up the reporters and telling them this story. Full story. Biar malu. I know that's the last solution I will do if this thing prevails again. Biar satu dunia tahu yang they are not the people they claim to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And we feel like suing them. This is causing damage to our reputation. What about the loses we have to suffer, who's gonna pay for it? What do you think I should do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-8399833139424565184?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/8399833139424565184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=8399833139424565184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/8399833139424565184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/8399833139424565184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-freakin-pissed-fark-fark-fark.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RfI5kVCu5DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1jHUliyVlaE/s72-c/angry3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-5779241221282002822</id><published>2007-03-07T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:12:20.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oppose monotony, support diversity,&lt;br /&gt;oppose inhibitions, support wild passion,&lt;br /&gt;oppose unanimity, support hierachy,&lt;br /&gt;oppose spinach, support snails in their shells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-5779241221282002822?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/5779241221282002822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=5779241221282002822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5779241221282002822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5779241221282002822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/03/oppose-monotony-support-diversity.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-2009253799061633337</id><published>2007-03-04T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:02:30.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger management</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got like really angry just now cos of what mum said to me. I know I shouldn't be but I can't help it. I wish I could tell her that. I wasn't really angry at her, I was really more frustrated and angry at myself rather than at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't have punched the wardrobe doors and let her hear it. And i should have responded when she called out my name. I know I should but I didn't. It's cos the anger was too overwhelming. I know it's my fault for being too quick tempered especially around her. But I can't accept what she said. I feel like I had not done my job as a wife well that she had to say those things to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it hard to fall asleep these nights. I fall asleep only at 4 or 5 in the morning. Or worse still, I can't sleep the whole night. I'm having insomnia and it's driving me crazy. Why can't she understand it? She thinks that I did not sleep at night on purpose. I tried to sleep but I couldn't. I tried to read a book, have some hot drinks or even watched television but none of these things can make me go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, actually they used to have some effects when I was staying at my home. I can fall asleep even while watching tv as early as 9 pm. But here... I can't. I dunno if it's the heat or the fact that I havent made myelf comfy here yet. I know I used to come from this very abode. But when I had my own home, we had the luxury of air-conditioned rooms, water heater, comfortable bed, we had 3 different bedrooms in which one is the home office,one the bedroom and the other one a dressing room. Whereas here, all our stuff are squeezed into one tiny room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful that she took us in. But I don't know how to make her understand the fact that I cannot sleep each night and end up sleeping till it's late morning or late afternoon. I want to wake up early. I miss getting up early, getting things done before it's noon. Having breakfast, chit chatting the morning away and cook. I miss cooking,even husband misses my cooking. But when I tried to cook, she makes comments that are you know, arrgghhh! And makes me lose the mood to cook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I flare up too easily. I don't know how to control the anger. I wished I had better control over it so that I can just stay focus and cool. I cry each time my anger gets the best out of me. The frustrations and regrets is sometimes just too much for me to handle. I know I can be better but how??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RexQrbKPsVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QjV1eNkPpZE/s1600-h/cry1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038490790076068178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RexQrbKPsVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QjV1eNkPpZE/s320/cry1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-2009253799061633337?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/2009253799061633337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=2009253799061633337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2009253799061633337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2009253799061633337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/03/anger-management.html' title='Anger management'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RexQrbKPsVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QjV1eNkPpZE/s72-c/cry1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-3832500794831093878</id><published>2007-02-26T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:02:44.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, me and hubby took a bus ride which was 1 hour plus long to go here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/ReL66EwCvQI/AAAAAAAAABs/rf-hQcxeKHU/s1600-h/DSCF1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035863208968240386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/ReL66EwCvQI/AAAAAAAAABs/rf-hQcxeKHU/s320/DSCF1534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me out cos he said I've been cooped up in the house for a looonngg time and because if tht I fell sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since we last went out on any photography outing. Whilst other people go to beaches/spa to unwind and relax, we go on a hectic photography outing. I don't really mind accompanying him cos I love photography too. The only shortcoming is that we only have one camera now and both of us seem to have many ideas of shooting a photo. Sometimes the thing is not being captured appropriately by the other and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped off at the Supreme Court and walked to Funan cos I wanted to grabbed my Taco Bell's burrito which I absolutely love. Hubby had his Zinger. Both tapau-ed. Then from there we went to Peninsula Plaza to view the lenses, too bad the shops were closed. We both adored our dream camera, Leica Digilux 3, which was on display.Too bad they don't have M8 there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After adoring and day dreaming(hehe), we made our way to Fort Canning. Snapped many pictures of the surroundings. The drizzling rain was the spoiler as we had to run for shelter. After that we experienced rain on and off so instead of making our way to the Keramat as we had planned, we made our way to the National Museum of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around the exhibitions, we made our way to Clarke Quay. By then it was already around 6 plus and the sun was setting. It was a beautiful sight. Clarke Quay had tourists all over the place and hubby wondered why out of all days, there seemed to be more tourists than any other day. You can hear different languages spoken all at one time. Snapped more pics in Clarke Quay before proceeding somewhere else. Went to Riverside Point where I told hubby I was thirsty and wanted to take a short rest before proceeding somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a 10 minutes rest before we continue the journey walking along the Singapore River till we reached Outram.Wanted to make our way home but there weren't any bus stops or MRT stations nearby so we headed towards Clarke Quay Mrt Station. It was then...we heard loud sounds. My heart was pumping so fast. I knew it was the fireworks. And it was the fireworks!! We saw the fireworks but were too far away to snap any good pictures. We were walking as fast as we could but still missing it. Drats! We had missed out on the Chingay Procession cos hubby had a photoshoot. But missing out on the fireworks was like dang! It was so near yet so far. Nearly in our grasp if not for all the traffic lights! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were no more fireworks,we still made our way to the tallest building in Singapore.Sat by the river and ate ice-cream.Hehehe..Took a longer rest before going to Boat Quay. Afterwhich, I was already tired and hubby was also tired. We walked across the bridge to go to Esplanade and there was the Singapore River Hong Bao and i met my 'good buddy' there. Who is she/he/it? I'll post the pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapped more pictures there. Then made our way back home...walked back to the Supreme Court, Funan, Peninsula before reaching City Hall Mrt Station. Got home at around 11-ish and everyone was already asleep. Hubby spend time uploading the pics, whereas I played some games on my laptop till 5 plus am. Slept and woke up onli at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah...that's how I spent my weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-3832500794831093878?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/3832500794831093878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=3832500794831093878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/3832500794831093878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/3832500794831093878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/free.html' title='free'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/ReL66EwCvQI/AAAAAAAAABs/rf-hQcxeKHU/s72-c/DSCF1534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-1928669960930632293</id><published>2007-02-24T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:44:07.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The movie that i am waiting for ...coming out March 8th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adibah Noor voice is like so melodious...so soothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click on the vid below to watch the trailer and hear the superb keroncong, Hujan by Adibah Noor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song is written by Yasmin Ahmad father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cool ay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuThuPC9sO8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuThuPC9sO8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-1928669960930632293?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/1928669960930632293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=1928669960930632293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/1928669960930632293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/1928669960930632293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/movie-that-i-am-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-7821910629009735235</id><published>2007-02-24T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:08:20.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In no mood to blog actually about my absence.Lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Go watch The Pursuit Of Happyness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am in love with Jaden Christopher Syre Smith.Smittens...damn cute that boy and he will grow up to be a heartbreaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And i love the quotes from the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner [to his son]: &lt;em&gt;You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you that you can't do it. You want something? Go get it. Period.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: [about the spelling mistakes in the graffiti of a building] &lt;em&gt;It's not "H-A-P-P-Y-N-E-S-S" Happiness is spelled with an "I" instead of a "Y"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;Oh, okay. Is "Fuck" spelled right?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;Um, yes. "Fuck" is spelled right but you shouldn't use that word.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;Why? What's it mean?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;It's, um, an adult word used to express anger and, uh, other things. But it's an adult word. It's spelled right, but don't use it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;Probably means there's a good chance. Possibly means we might or we might not.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;Okay.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;So, what does probably mean?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;It means we have a good chance.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;And what does possibly mean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;I know what it means! It means we're not going to the game. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;Hey dad, you wanna hear something funny? There was a man who was drowning, and a boat came, and the man on the boat said "Do you need help?" and the man said "God will save me". Then another boat came and he tried to help him, but he said "God will save me", then he drowned and went to Heaven. Then the man told God, "God, why didn't you save me?" and God said "I sent you two boats, you dummy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[last lines in the movie] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;How many planets are there? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;Um... 7?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;Seven? Nine! OK, who's the king of the jungle?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;The gorilla?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;Gorilla? Nope. Lion.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;Yeah, lion, lion. You wanna hear something funny?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;OK.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;Knock knock.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;Who's there?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;Shelby.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;Shelby who?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;Shelby comin' round the mountain when she comes, Shelby comin' round the mountain when she comes!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;Hey, that's good.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;Knock knock.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;Who's there?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher: &lt;em&gt;Nobody.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;Nobody who?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[Christopher doesn't respond] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;Nobody who?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[Christopher still doesn't respond] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher Gardner: &lt;em&gt;A-ha-ha, that's a good one, I like that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And i leave you with this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christopher Gardner: Maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue. And maybe we can actually never have it no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Take care all and happy weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-7821910629009735235?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/7821910629009735235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=7821910629009735235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7821910629009735235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7821910629009735235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-5589394737225651111</id><published>2007-02-19T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:57:07.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok ok...i've been absent for the last 4 days..(Raya mah..ehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've been busy watching a new drama, Kyle XY, which was recommended by Syana.They're showing it now in Msia.Heck,they're even showed Ugly Betty there. Why the hell is it coming to Singapore so late? I think we oughta have another channel just for dramas. I really think we should. And we should bar Suria. I mean like really. It's not that i don't support the local artistes. I just think most are just in the entertainment biz for the fame. I think Channel 5 produces lotsa nice shows. I'm even an avid fan of the Channel U,Channel 8 and Central dramas/documentaries. But when it comes to Suria, most of the shows are repeated over and over again. Worse still most of them are imported from the neighbouring countries. I miss the 90s whereby we have lotsa good local Malay dramas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bila part award shows, it's the same face nominated for the same category twice. It really shows how lack of talent Singapore is. Or maybe the real talents are out there...waiting to be discovered! I mean can you even bear to look at some of them? I know i can't. So what if you've been acting since you were like 4 if on screen you appear so kaku?? It's like saying 'I've been singing since 3 and I've been compared to Mariah Carey." when you so sound like Britney. It's like Yada Yada Yada Blah Blah Blah...bluek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways,i've been busy for the past few days.No, not getting the house ready for New Year but helping hubby to film an interview shoot. To tell you honestly, I've never actually followed him to any shoots before. But yesterday,he asked me to tag along coz he wanted some company and also cos the gal is my good friend, Sakinah and her beau,Iskandar. Location of the interview was in Km8,Sentosa. The ambience there is like so superb. The best man(Shan) and brides maid(Jacintha) were so sporting and spontaneous. Even the couple themselves were very, very good in vocally expressing themselves. The best couple so far for an interview shoot, according to hubby. Usually other couples would have to be prompted to talk or worse still , they can't talk when we are watching them. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So started filming at around 7 plus pm, wrapped it all up at 10 plus pm. Headed to Lau Pa Sat for our supper before heading home at around close to 12. We missed the fireworks at Marina by just a mere 2 minutes. And can you imagine 6 people squeezed into a small car? Like there was my hubby in the front sear and Sakinah's fiance,Iskandar, was driving. Me, Sakinah, Shan and Jacintha had to squeezed in the back. Jac, being the lightest one had to sit on one of mine and Sakinah's lap. And what bad luck, the road was like crawling with Traffic Police. Each time we see a TP, the guys up front would be like "Jac...TP,TP on the left/right.Get Down!" So the hectic and kelakar. We had a great time,you know just laughing and telling jokes and being silly. Jac being the lamest of us all kept getting 'kutuk' by Iskandar and Shan. But it's all in the name of good fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways,yesterday we reached home like at 12 plus and took a rest and bathe and chatted till like 2 am before I was feeling sleepy. Went to sleep while hubby stayed up, using the pc till like 4 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And here i am at 2.55 am and not asleep yet. Well, was gonna sleep already but decided to post up an entry. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So.. Gong Xi Fa Cai..Xin Nian Kuai Ler..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ntah betol ke tak hanyu pinyin ni..asal bleh type je!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy long weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-5589394737225651111?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/5589394737225651111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=5589394737225651111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5589394737225651111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5589394737225651111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/updated.html' title='updated'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-8901071976182974545</id><published>2007-02-15T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:44:07.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>booh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am super tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the weather is so hot nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so used to air con, the heat is getting quite bothersome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... met Syana for the first time after knowing her like a year or so.And can u imagine...hubby kenal dia da bertahun tapi baru ni jumpa.Passed the PB 2 CD to her before proceeding to our old house to check the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to our house and tried to switch on the lights and water forgetting that we've had the services terminated after we've shifted.Heh.Macam sedih pun ada..tapi it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus service 913 to the Woodlands Town Garden to snap some pictures.But due to the bad weather we had to cut the trip short.Walked back home cos the distance between mum's place and the Woodlands Town Garden is like just a few minutes walk.Halfway through,we were caught in the slight drizzle. I grumbled cause I asked hubby to bring along an umbrella when we go out which he had refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching home,we took a short rest before hubby asked me to posed for him as he is practicising his camera shots.So can imaginelah me with ntah pape punya pose. Couldnt even keep a straight face cos mum was like laughing at me all the way. Hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How to cure this heat wave eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thinking of getting a portable air con but it's kinda expensive.Yg window unit or the single unit cost cheaper but.... Which is better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dang...can't stand the heat.Taking a bath to cool down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-8901071976182974545?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/8901071976182974545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=8901071976182974545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/8901071976182974545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/8901071976182974545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/booh.html' title='booh'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-1866002601484252214</id><published>2007-02-13T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:54:48.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>howdy neighbour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have any of you had annoying neighbours? Neighbours who are stuck up, arrogant? Those who don't say hello nor smile at you when you passed each other by. Or those who are too kepo-chis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well...let me tell you about this one neighbour I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They moved in around year 2000 in the apartment opposite to ours. The moment they moved in, they held a certain animosity against my family. I don't know what we did wrong. Whenever we passed them at the staircase landing or while hanging out at the corridor we would smile at them. But never once did they smile back. Instead they would be like 'menjeling' or look the other way. Heck...i can understand why some people don't wanna open their mouth to chat or talk cos I sometimes feel that way. But i can't understand why they find it such a hard time just smiling back?Bukannya like you will lose a thousand dollars if you smile at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then they love to karaoke and would usually on their radio LOUD enuff that sometimes my house would be shaking with all the bass. But when me and my brother listen to songs on our radio out loud, they made a fuss out of it. Which means they can do whatever they like but we can't? Heck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes when they watch tv, it would be the same. Till like we had to close our door to hear our own tv's volume. Since then whenever they see mum hanging the clothes in the corridor, they would mumbled some stupid things. Mum even said that berpuluh tahun kita duduk sini takde orang carik gaduh or tak bertegur sapa sampai mcm ni.And they just moved in and act like big shots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But the thing is they don't dare breath a word when it is me hanging the clothes. In fact ever since me and hubby moved to mak's place, the volume of their radio and tv has gone down. Wanna know why? Cos we fixed up 2 large speakers to the radio in the living room. They think their radio is loud? Of course lah. The two rebels have not been here. When they heard ours, their radio went silent for the past few weeks. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When i hang the clothes, I would sing songs out loud in my croaky voice that would sindir them. So what? I told my mum it's time we fight fire with fire. Heh. My mum kept telling me how fed up she is with their antics. They would close the door when they see my mum. Apa ntah salah my mum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They accused her once. They said that... my mum jadikan rumah ni jadi rumah pembawakan fitnah. Eh eh..da melampau seh.. Like my mum say,she got better things to do then talk about other people. And i know that my mum usually has the door and windows shut early in the morning after dad has gone to work cos she don't want the tongue waggers to drop by. But sometimes how to avoid them? They don't have a particular timing in which we would know that they would drop by here. Sometimes they saw my mum hanging the clothes in the kitchen windows so cannot avoid lah. Not as if my mum invite them to come over or what... Kalau orang da nak datang, takkan kita nak halau. Cos sometimes they bring breakfast for my mum knowing that she has athritis and couldn't walk to the shop.Rezeki jangan ditolak,musuh jangan dicari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Apa punya neighbours ni? I can't understand some malays...bila da kaya sikit mulalah rasa sombong,bongkak dan menunjuk. Ingat sikit lah kalau besok2 sakit yang datang dulu is jiran2,bukan sedara mara. Sedara mara semua tinggal jauh2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ntahlah susah nak cakap tentang bangsa sendiri nanti besok2 ada yang tersinggung. Tapi sendiri mau ingat lah. Duk bergaduh pun dengan bangsa sendiri. Ada geng gengster konon tapi labelkan diri pakai nama samaran orang asing. Dah tu bergaduh sesama melayu. Tak ke bodoh tu? Nak step jadi pahlawan tapi ber'angkong' sana sini. Tu dah salah dari segi ugama .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not trying to say I'm good lah. I try my best to chat with neighbours,just to ask how's their day been. If not i would usually smile. Senyum kan sedekah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So smile always to your neighbours k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-1866002601484252214?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/1866002601484252214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=1866002601484252214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/1866002601484252214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/1866002601484252214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/howdy-neighbour.html' title='howdy neighbour'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-6963855821923606917</id><published>2007-02-12T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:13:05.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dixie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yippie...after years of being in the American music industry the Dixie Chicks finally got the recognition they deserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been a fan of them since late 90s.I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; the musicvideo that's on my site now,Goodbye Earl from their 1999 album, Fly.I fell deeper in love with their 2006 album,Taking The Long Way...especially the song Not Ready To Make Nice.The 5 Awards they won at the Grammy is well deserved by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think it was brave of them to speak up against Bush.Afterall i think America is where they practice freedom of speech.Despite the criticism they received,they still pursued on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is something I take my hats off to these 3 women..Natalie Maines,Emily Robison and Martie Maguire.Dixie Chicks Rule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Ready To Make Nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Forgive, sounds good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They say time heals everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm through, with doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There's nothing left for me to figure out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm not ready to make nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm not ready to back down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm still mad as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I don't have time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To go round and round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You think I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why can't you just get over it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It turned my whole world around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and i kind of like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With no regrets and I don't mind saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's a sad sad story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That a mother will teach her daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And how in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can the words that I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Send somebody so over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That they'd write me a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saying that I better shut up and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Or my life will be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Forgive, sounds good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They say time heals everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Enjoy People!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-6963855821923606917?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/6963855821923606917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=6963855821923606917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/6963855821923606917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/6963855821923606917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/dixie.html' title='dixie.'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-496894072510504071</id><published>2007-02-10T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:21:13.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My uncle (mamat's father) shifted to Msia today. My mum was crying silently. Well so was I. Ntah lah...macam sedih aje gitu. I had a heart to heart talk with mum. Turns out she had wanted to looked after Mamat the way my uncle and his late wife had looked after me and my brother when we were little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nampaknya hajat mak tak kesampaian. But i'm glad to know that he is learning bahasa Arab there. Learning all the necessary things a muslim should be learning. I heard he's even praying now. Alhamdulilah... But me and mum had hoped that Mamat would follow his dad here yesterday so that he can spend one last night together with us before they finally migrate to Msia.But...turns out Mamat wasn't home from skool when my uncle and his new wife left for SG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm so dead beat after helping them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And im so sticky...and sweaty.Taking a rest first before I take a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And hungry cos I only had breakfast today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anna Nicole Smith passed away on Feb 8th,2007.Terkejut saya...cos her son just passed away like late last year and she had just given birth to a baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;K lah...gotta go.Wanna take a bath and eat my dinner and take a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Toodles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-496894072510504071?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/496894072510504071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=496894072510504071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/496894072510504071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/496894072510504071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-6703831652045281671</id><published>2007-02-08T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:33:44.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I received the most unexpected call today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usually i have to call her...and so far the calls have gone unaswered or the line is busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 months have come and go since she promised me to pay me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is so well off each month...and yet she has never once wanted to pay me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kejap janji 22 haribulan dua belas,kejap 28 haribulan satu...both dates have gone by just like that..without any calls from her nor my calls answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it's my money i don't care..but it's hubby's money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And like mak say..."kalau tak buat camni sampai bila pun dia tak kasi balik duit tu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanna know what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cousin whom I'm not close to borrowed some money from me in mid December, promising to pay me back 2 weeks later.But it has come and gone just like that.My lil brother was at my home when she borrowed money from me.So he went on home and told my mum out of anger when one of the tongue waggers(who is the cousin's mum in law and mum's elder sister) came here and pukul canang about her cucu2 yg konon 'baik-baik' belaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was questioned a few weeks ago...when i called her up to say i'm shifting to M'sia.She asked me abt the cousin borrowing money and the amount.And as usual she nags at me for being too kind hearted and too trusting.She said this cousin has been going around borrowing money from another person and end up not paying that person back too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I told her that the cousin told me that she gonna pay me back on the 28th of last month.But the day passed just like that.And all my calls went unanswered.So out of feeling fed up with the cousin antics,my mum told her mum in law, who in return told her sis in law, who in return called up the cousin's elder sister.Berjela2 panjang cite dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now that cousin said when her son gives her $$ this Monday,she'll pay me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I just did ... is it good or bad ekh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I warned mum not to spill the beans on the cousin to her mum in law because I don't want her hubby to know and then it would cause an argument between them.I told her she better not say aniting cos it wud porak perandakan rumahtangga orang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I should have known better that my mum just can't keep any secrets from her sister.Darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So how now???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On one hand i feel glad that she gonna pay me back..but on the other hand...macam kesian pulak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cos I 've been thinking...maybe she cudn't pay me cos she have some kinda problem.But all i want is just a phone call from her to say so.The reason i 've been calling her is to know if she can pay me or not.If she say "can i pay u when i have the money?" or "can i pay you bit by bit?",i'm okay with it.Dont promise me that she can pay but in the end keep quiet.I hate that...One word from her and i get her message clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What my mum did-is it right or wrong??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haiz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-6703831652045281671?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/6703831652045281671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=6703831652045281671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/6703831652045281671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/6703831652045281671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-received-most-unexpected-call-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-3181572534865951760</id><published>2007-02-08T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:34:34.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does anyone know the song on the film, Tiada Esok Bagi Mu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mum said it's sung by Uji Rashid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i recognise Uji Rashid's voice and i dun think it's her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hubby said it could be Noor Kumalasari...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it cud be either one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does anyone knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help help!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The song like syiok lah..terdengar during the tv programe Rentak Karya on TV1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-3181572534865951760?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/3181572534865951760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=3181572534865951760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/3181572534865951760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/3181572534865951760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/does-anyone-know-song-on-film-tiada.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-4821089953690609277</id><published>2007-02-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:35:50.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Something happened today that made me teary eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby got the deposit we've been waiting for the last few days for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he did was hand me a small amount of money to give to my mum.That touches my heart cos we seldom(read:rarely) get to give her pocket money each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he gave me another small amount to give my dad.Small amount to start with but these are things we've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's paying the Conservancy charges and the electrical bill as we promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kinda bad these few days for letting mum cook the food we eat so tomorrow I'm gonna cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think hubby would be very happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gon be black pepper chicken and sayur chap chye tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go watch tv now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what the tongue waggers will say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly hubby is not working ay?Then all these money must fall from the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-4821089953690609277?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/4821089953690609277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=4821089953690609277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4821089953690609277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4821089953690609277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/weep.html' title='weep'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-9094571192185623554</id><published>2007-02-07T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:36:12.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uurrgghh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hate it when other people tries to influence my mum's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was okay right up till the day the tongue wagger(s) came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck...just because hubby stays at home all day long means he's not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,I'm damn fed up with this.Does working means you have to go out and work in an office from 9 to 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata dorang merah ke pe tengok kita duduk rumah aje?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like freaking toads sak...hubby does his editing at home and only goes out when he has a project or to meet up with clients.Is it cos my hubby rarely goes out that makes this an issue of whether what he's doing is gonna guarantee money each month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello...I survived on that money each and every month lah.Stupid dumbasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they have the cheek to compare the kinda work hubby does and the work my dad does.Of course lah,my dad is an uneducated old man.So obviously he doesn't have the abilities like hubby does.He doesn't even know how to read for goodness sake apatah lagi to use a pc to do editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking down on my parents,it's a fact that the tongue waggers should take to hand.Tapi apa nak buat kan...these tongue waggers themselves are illiterate people.And being the typical old malay...they're so close minded.I don't want my parents to be like that.Close minded and asik nak duk menangok kat takuk lama je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it bothers me so much cos before they came mum didn't say anything about us working or whatever lah.And now...almost everyday if she sees me,she'll nag.Mana boleh tahan macam ni?Right now i rarely go out of my room.I go out only to help her with certain stuff like cooking or cleaning the house.After that i go back to my room and stay there till it's mealtime.I agreed to stay here cos thinking of it long range,I'd be able to help my parents lessen the burden by paying the bills and stuff.Tapi kalau macam ni...how to stay peaceful?Ada je orang nak mengacau dan iri hati tengok kita senang sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum if this persists...i will go on with my initial plan to migrate.Whatever the consequences are that is for us to decide later.At least we'll be further away from these tongue waggers and penyiksaan hati dan telinga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having sleepless nights for the last few days.The feeling of utter regret and remorse sets in.Mcm menyesal pulak duduk sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like lari dari mulut buaya masuk mulut naga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking stupid dumbass toads!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-9094571192185623554?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/9094571192185623554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=9094571192185623554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/9094571192185623554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/9094571192185623554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/uurrgghh.html' title='uurrgghh'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-3961480171647472515</id><published>2007-02-04T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:37:03.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Did iT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yippie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore did it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Khairul Amri is the hero!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Splendid game it is....though it was very tense throughout the whole game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My whole family was watching it...it was like a rare get together for our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad with his continuos spewing of angry words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mum who was laughing all the way, even citing that Singapore will lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and my brother both having no doubts in the Singapore team but were slowly losing any hopes of Singapore winning after Thailand was leading till the last minute score by Khairul Amri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were estatic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still think the Thais are too complaining...esp that guy with the jersey number 7.Bluek!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate him to the core...he is one bad player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways..congrats to Alam Shah for the MVP and Golden Boot awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO TEAM SINGAPORE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are proud of you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll sleep tonight a happy fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-3961480171647472515?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/3961480171647472515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=3961480171647472515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/3961480171647472515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/3961480171647472515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/singapore-did-it.html' title='Singapore Did iT!!'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-7974374877479789425</id><published>2007-02-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:37:38.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prisonbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My attention is now half glued to the laptop and half glued to the tv screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching...Prisonbreak Season 2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now watching Episode 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha...more intense and more happening.It kept me on the edge of my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people are dead in Season 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including....shud i tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah....i'll let those who hasn't watch the series be on their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Syana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to watch Wahid first in Season 2.So we're even okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U get him on Monday,Tuesday and Wednesday nites....while Thursday,Friday and Saturday nites he will be at my place.Sunday is his day off to play golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enuff??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahahahahahahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syana and Kat...dream on lah..!!Be happy with Anarkia Scofield and Napi Hulk Scofield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-7974374877479789425?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/7974374877479789425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=7974374877479789425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7974374877479789425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7974374877479789425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/prisonbreak.html' title='prisonbreak'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-1788813842022176287</id><published>2007-02-01T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:41:45.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shifted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've finally shifted to mum's place on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually,we started moving on Monday but due to getting someone to rent the lorry out late we only started to move out in the evening&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seeing that hubby and everyone who helped us (i.e Abg Syam,my brother and his buddy Fad) were all tired out, we decided to call it a night and continue the next morning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Despite our urgency and pleads to some friends asking them to rent the lorry for us, they ignored us completely and one person even &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PROMISED&lt;/span&gt; us the night before to help us to rent the lorry but completely mungkir janji at the very last minute i.e early the next morning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So we were desperate and were at our wits end.Hubby kept calling everyone he knew who has driving license that is over a year but alas everyone was working or busy.I thank God cos at our darkest moment, someone we were not even close to agreed to rent the lorry out for hubby. Thanks a lot Encik Majeed&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder...kenapa bila kita senang ramai himpit,bila kita susah semua buat bodoh. And now one of the people who refused and kept mum when we asked for help is asking for help from hubby.Is it fair that hubby should help him when he ignored us?All these while it's been the same thing over and over again.It's always us helping them.They don't even bother about us.Kalau mengutuk kita memang dorang number satu.We are not as lavish as them.Hidup kita sederhana.Thus when they asked us out,we try to give some reasons to refuse nicely.Tupun kena kutuk...There was once where at our lowest point in life,we only had 50 cents in our pocket and they asked hubby to hang out with them and hubby refused.They insisted and persisted till hubby said that he only got 50 cents with him now.Some people would offer a ride or say "takpelah aku blanja" or "takpelah kita blanja"...but them??They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;laughed at hubby.Hubby kept being patient all these while.So is it wrong of hubby to ignore them now&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The friends who grew up with hubby can do this to him...When they moved house,hubby helped them to paint the house etc2...but when it's our turn,smue main buat dek aje.I'm not saying we expect our favours to be returned or dibalas lah...tapi &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SMI&lt;/span&gt;(sendiri mau ingat) lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When one of his 4 other buddies got married last year in June , hubby took his wedding video for him.2 whole days of penat lelah,of rushing here and there cos ingatkan kawan..He promised hubby that he would pay hubby and treat him out for makan one day.But when the actual day happened,he treated the rest to makan but he didn't inform us.Sampai hati dia buat macam tu kan...Dah tu duit penat lelah,titik peluh hubby satu sen pun takde dia kasi.Hubby charges 300 for 2 days video service...tapi kawan any amount will do lah.Ni jangan kata 10 dollar..10 sen pun takde&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So is it wrong of hubby and me to ignore them now&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We don't owe them anything..In fact they owe us lotsa things.Kalau nak ungkit balik,panjang list lah.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We kept quiet cos we thought that kawan punya pasal.Tadi he messaged hubby and ask this -: "Mana kau?Kau hidup lagi ke?Berhari2 aku carik&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hidup lagi ekh?Hoping that we died oredi ke&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So what if da berkawan for God knows over 20 years..tapi smuer perangai macam siak.Lebih baik berkawan dengan binatang yang tahu erti persahabatan.Ni baru mintak tolong sikit aje...belum lagi kita terlantar atas katil tak boleh bergerak.Agaknya kalau kita tak boleh bergerak terus tak dipandang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hubby won't answer any of their calls nor sms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it's time we move on.We don't owe our life to them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's actually lots more to say but...i'll spare it for another entry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-1788813842022176287?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/1788813842022176287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=1788813842022176287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/1788813842022176287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/1788813842022176287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/02/shifted.html' title='shifted'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-5503518922961923517</id><published>2007-01-31T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:11:52.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooray</title><content type='html'>Yeah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-1!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheheeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good game players!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-5503518922961923517?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/5503518922961923517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=5503518922961923517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5503518922961923517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5503518922961923517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/hooray.html' title='hooray'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-2156645812785867179</id><published>2007-01-31T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:59:48.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-2156645812785867179?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/2156645812785867179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=2156645812785867179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2156645812785867179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2156645812785867179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/yeah-2-1-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-7858942025269523887</id><published>2007-01-31T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:45:48.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What a controversy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to go back on field??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guts or no 'buah'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans are also going out of control..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get the hell back on the field and play on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What y'all waiting for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the sportsmanship??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam Shah fell in the penalty box...just go ahead lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead with it lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeezzzzz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takde cara sak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-7858942025269523887?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/7858942025269523887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've always been an ardent fan of football... growing up with a brother and closer to my male cousins than the females. I also spent my childhood climbing trees, going into the monsoon drains to catch little fishes, going into thick bushes to look for spiders, breaking into the nearby school to play football in the basketball court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I grew up watching the S League.Right up till the person i was 'involved' with, no longer played for the team i supported. Like duh... Woodlands Wellington lah... apa lagi. So right from that year..i think it was in 2000 up til now I've never watch any local football. And the local football scene then was filled with notorious footballers-well the footballer(s) who most of them are married now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So today... i decided to watched the Singapore vs Malaysia match. I think after all these years the fan in me never died. Watching someone whom i used to know and hated -Indra(whom i used to call Abg Indra) being the Singapore captain sorta brings back the memories. Memories of being in the stadium watching the matches-home and away.Being scolded by mum for coming home late each time after every football match. Being bugged by a close friend to call and talk to Indra cos she sorta adores him. In fact to numerous footballers cos she was interested in them but to them she wasn't married to. In fact she is still not married. So those whom she was interested in became friends with me indirectly. Ok irrelevant fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So today watching the match on TV, i screamed and hurled abuse and said stupid stuff whenever a Lion fell, when Lionel Lewis went the wrong way 4 times for the penalty kick... words like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Keroh ke mata dekni..."&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I make a better goalkeeper"&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jersey Msia reflects lah dgn grass that y Lionel tak nampak"&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bodoh punya keeper..stupid dumbass!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...and lots more. Hahaha... and i jump for joy when he managed to save the last penalty kick from Msia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulation Lions..you are indeed the dominant one. Let's see you roar in the finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congrats to Ridhuan for scoring the equalizer against Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congrats Lionel for being such a good keeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congrats to the 5 players who took the penalty kicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congrats Malaysia for having been a good sport and one hell of a fierce competitor right to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so proud of the Lions!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-4702594178733576189?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/4702594178733576189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=4702594178733576189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4702594178733576189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4702594178733576189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/yippie.html' title='Yippie'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-5061176647070009921</id><published>2007-01-26T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:38:02.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all abt moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 8% Spoiled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouspoiledquiz/spoiled-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely not spoiled. You've worked hard for what you have.&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth and grounded, you don't need a lot to make you happy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouspoiledquiz/"&gt;Are You Spoiled?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead4c8" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 69% Thankful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ece2dd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howthankfulareyouquiz/thankful-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very thankful person - for both the big and little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;Your optimism is powerful. Getting through hard times is fairly easy for you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howthankfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Thankful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've Changed 40% in 10 Years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchhaveyouchangedin10yearsquiz/change-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the past! You may not remember it well - because you're still living in it.&lt;br /&gt;While you've changed some, you may want to update your wardrobe, music collection and circle of friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchhaveyouchangedin10yearsquiz/"&gt;How Much Have You Changed in 10 Years?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/bathroom.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very independent and self-centered. You don't solve other people's problems - and you don't expect them to solve yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend a lot on clothes, and you tend to be a very dresser. However, it's hard for you to throw away trendy clothes when they go out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the perfect blend of confidence and class. You're proud of who you are - but you don't broadcast it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you are practical and realistic. You have a romantic side, but you only let it out when it's appropriate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Melancholic Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/melancholic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.&lt;br /&gt;You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 30% Extrovert, 70% Introvert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/introvert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite reserved&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid of social situations...&lt;br /&gt;But you very much prefer to go it alone&lt;br /&gt;And why not? You're your own best friend!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/"&gt;Are You An Extrovert or An Introvert?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EECDB5" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F1DED0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a very grounded person. You prefer dreams to reality. For you, it's all about possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that people see you as larger than life and important. While this is true, they also think you're a bit full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is all about change, but in very small steps. The end of the journey looks far, but it's much closer than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mexican Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/mexicannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doña Guliana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mexicannamegenerator/"&gt;What's 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border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Italian Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zita Greco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Italian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Theme Song is Back in Black by AC/DC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/back-in-black.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back in black, I hit the sack,&lt;br /&gt;I've been too long, I'm glad to be back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things sometimes get really crazy for you, and sometimes you have to get away from all the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;But each time you stage your comeback, it's even better than the last!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/"&gt;What's Your Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Russian Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/russiannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katyuska Margosha Kuznetsov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/russiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Russian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-5061176647070009921?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/5061176647070009921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=5061176647070009921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5061176647070009921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5061176647070009921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-abt-moi.html' title='all abt moi'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-6582955202394371905</id><published>2007-01-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:12:08.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Finally i'm getting my room painted in the color i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;SEXY PINK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I mean ever since i was a young gal i had wanted a pink colored room,but mum always say it's not nice or apa2 lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So now hubby chooses the color for our room at mak's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;SEXY PINK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I asked my brother if he mind that his 'room' is painted a vibrant pink and he said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So whooppeee i have a pink bedroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;People have started the tongue waggings ever since they saw me at mak's place for the last few days...but i shan't let that get in the way.Ni baru tongue wagging kecik2...wait till a few days more..the actual tongue wagging will take place once the major tongue waggers come over to mak's place over the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;That's one of the reasons why i didnt wanna stay at mum's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;because of all these tongue waggers and it bothers me cos they are relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;urrgghhh..i dunno how long i can stand staying there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;it's not being ungrateful but...i dun want my life to be bothered by all these pesky pests..they bring nuthing but trouble to every family.every family they have dropped by end up fighting or they have doubts in each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;me and my family are still trying to re-build our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;can they not come and feed on our wounds???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;happY thurSday ppL...one more day to the weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-6582955202394371905?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/6582955202394371905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=6582955202394371905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/6582955202394371905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/6582955202394371905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-2184344736159342490</id><published>2007-01-23T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:50:15.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't make the tears stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel ashamed that at this age i am still bothering my parents with my problems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the tears fall each time i think of the wonderful persons they are deep inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they actually cared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;despite however i've misbehaved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;despite how much i told him off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;despite how many times i told him that i hate him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he still cares.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that makes the tears fall even more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his exact words-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"duduk ajelah sini,kalau bapak mati pn bukan bapak boleh bawak rumah.rumah ni mmg untuk anak2 duduk."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i have been holding back my tears since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;now i cant hold it back anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-2184344736159342490?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/2184344736159342490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=2184344736159342490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2184344736159342490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2184344736159342490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/hehe.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-7118570559252476048</id><published>2007-01-23T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:45:34.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parents are good</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's really nice to have parents who are willing to go through thick and thin with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it's nice to know the sacrifices they are willing to take for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is especially heart warming when your mum took time to think of solutions to your problems together with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is incredibly kind of your brother to agree to give up his bedroom just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is extremely heart tugging hearing the dad you hated for half of your life calling you up and talking nicely to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was unusual of him to sit down and talk with mum even when they have never sat down together before to discuss about your problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is totally weird to know that he still cares for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sometimes children makes their parents do things they've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The exquisite silence of family love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unspoken.Unwritten.Unexpressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But always there.Always and Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you my family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-7118570559252476048?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/7118570559252476048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=7118570559252476048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7118570559252476048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7118570559252476048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/parents-are-good.html' title='parents are good'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-7286920055006751046</id><published>2007-01-22T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:07:16.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Will update soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Meanwhile...sorry for my absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'LL BE BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(quoted from Arnold SusahNakEja's Terminator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-7286920055006751046?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/7286920055006751046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=7286920055006751046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7286920055006751046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7286920055006751046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/will-update-soon-enough.html' title='beback'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-2140775458815909194</id><published>2007-01-18T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:54:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SI</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you watch American Idol just now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosh... some of the contestants made me feel so embarassed that i switched channels. Really sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's like no sense of fashion or they dress weird. If not they will dance silly moves or attempt a 'brave' move with their vocal range. Like eeerrr... i shivered hearing some of them singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean for real lah.. if you don't got it don't blame it on other stuffs. Stuffs like sore throat, my throat is dry, etc2. And Simon is being bluntly truthful. I hate him but sometimes what he says is true. He is obnoxious at times and sometimes I feel sorry for some of the contestants. He keeps the contestants feet firmly on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways... am watching Prison Break now. Though i know the ending for this season, i still am keen on watching the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;13 more days till end of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Toodles Noodles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-2140775458815909194?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/2140775458815909194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=2140775458815909194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2140775458815909194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2140775458815909194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/si.html' title='SI'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-7357429285620100955</id><published>2007-01-18T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:51:30.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We went to Jurong Swimming Complex yester and it was fab !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Now my body has 2 skin tones. One chocolate and the other mocha. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And my whole body aches. Well not whole body lah, just my biceps, triceps and my thighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But it was super duper fun lah. Well not as fun as Fantasy Island was or Wild Wild Wet but definitely one of the cheaper swimming complex that has other types of pools beside the children, medium and adult pool. I think should do this again some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm hungry now. Hub's went out to take some stuff. So maybe hopefully later he tapau-ed some food for moi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Too bad my camera went kapoot on me, if not i would have posted up some pics. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spot any difference in this entry??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Kathy Outz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-7357429285620100955?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/7357429285620100955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=7357429285620100955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7357429285620100955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7357429285620100955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/yoyo.html' title='yoyo'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-8589554903429781647</id><published>2007-01-17T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:52:18.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Please...please....pleaseeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;DON'T LET IT RAIN LATER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Puhhhh-lleeeeessssshhhhhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jgn hujan nari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Plans made to go swimming oredi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Argghhh..spoiler man kalau hujan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-8589554903429781647?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/8589554903429781647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=8589554903429781647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/8589554903429781647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/8589554903429781647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/please.html' title='no rain'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-3332523698562767632</id><published>2007-01-15T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:12:35.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Over the years,i've been keeping this to myself.Though as much as everyone think i come from a happy family background,i used to just not anymore..Let me tell you about my parents.Brother excluded in this entry.LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is called Jariyah.She is now 56 years and 8 months old.She was born in Johore in 1950.She is of pure Bugis lineage but over the years she becomes more melayu asli than Bugis.My mum is a soft-hearted lady who cried easily upon hearing news about other death or simply anything that touches her heart.My mum has a fiesty attitude towards life.She is the only person i know who is not afraid of my father or any other people.My mum became a full time housewife in late 2003 after 10 years of working.She has been diagnosed osteoporosis with which makes her legs(at the knees) slightly bent out and walking a pain.She spends most of her time at home nowadays watching tv and doing houseworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum hates people who shows their love in public.She's okay with holding hands.But other than that she disapproves and she can tegur out loud in public.It sometimes makes me feel paisey cos people might think that my mum is a kepo-chi.But i guess she means well.My mum fell into a hole while she was fetching us back from school on a rainy day in 1993.Because of that,she had to go for an op on her left ankle which was fractured from the fall.And because of that incident,i feel indebted to her.My mum has never beaten my brother up but she has beat me only ONCE my entire life.And that was because i talk back to her.My mum and us(me n bro) talk in a way that most people don't.My mum uses old malay words which i sometimes dunno like 'mike'(pronounced mi-ker).We talk to my mum in private using terms like aku or engkau.Sumtimes in front of others we use proper terms like orang and mak.When people ask me who my hero in life is,i would say my mum.Cos she has gone through so much and still remain strong despite what people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's name is Wan Nordin.He is now 58 years and 6 months old.He was born in Singapore in 1948.He is of Malay and Arab lineage.Reason he is not named Sheikh or Syed is because my great-granpa married a Kelantanese woman.My dad is a stubborn and temperamental person.He always thinks of himself before others.His mood changes like the weather.In 2003 when he got his CPF,he married a lady from Batam behind my mum's back and his CPF went to that woman.As i was the closest to him,I managed to persuade him to give my mum 3k and put 10k into a fixed deposit account with both his and my name together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing i respect my dad about is he never laid a finger on my mum.No matter how angry he was.He has beaten us up when we did something wrong.But he has never laid a finger on my mum even when he was angry at her.He would simply punch the wall or go out for awhile.My dad to me is the bestest dad anyone could ever get.He wasn't like this before.He wasn't temperamental.But some 'kepo-chis' people made him turn to this 'monster'.He was very,very nice when we were little.He would bring us jalan2,buy clothes for us and ensured that the family had enough to eat.We can joke around with him.He was very funny.The thing that made my other cousins scared of my dad is he has a fierce face.He rarely smiles to other people.He is a strict father who emphasize on religious studies aka mengaji.He has chased me and my brother around the block cos we didn't want to go for ngaji.I sometimes wished that things would go back to the way it was when we were little.But all i have are photographs and memories of the happy family we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got to know each other outside.My mum was having a steady bf at that time while my dad was a carefree man who had lotsa freedom to date girls.They met for a date but my mum loved another at that time and my dad loved her.So he asked for someone to match make them together.In year 1980,my dad sent representatives over to masuk meminang my mum though my mum didnt loved him.They got married a short while after and my mum old bf came to see her on her wedding day.He sent a letter to her and requested my dad's permission to meet my mum the next day.The rest is history.My mum has deep sentiments for the song Rindu Bayangan which was sung by Jay Jay.In 1982,i was born.And 2 years after that,my brother was born.After that my mum said no more children!So they onli had 2 children- me and brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We used to have so much love.Now all we do is fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's hard when the happy castle you built is intruded by other people.The happy family that we used to be is now gone.What's left is just the bitterness,hatred and a lil bit of love that lingers around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-3332523698562767632?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/3332523698562767632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=3332523698562767632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/3332523698562767632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/3332523698562767632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/prelude.html' title='prelude'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-4935640740667520725</id><published>2007-01-14T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T10:09:50.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duit duit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Duit duit dimana kau duit...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world revolves around money.It would be so fake to say you don't need money to get by each day.You need money to eat,you need money to watch tv,you need money to get from one place to another.You get what i'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marks my 25th birthday.But instead of being happy,someone is making me feel very upset.And no...that someone ain't hubby.This person is my own cousin-my abg sedara's wifey to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa eh manusia baru tengok kita nak senang sikit come to us to borrow money?Padahal they have got other people whom they can borrow money from.And to even begin with,we weren't that close also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because my hubby does video editing means we are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;??Shittypoop lah...we make enough for us to get by each month.With all the bills to be paid,the home loan and etc2 don't they get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started after she saw my hubby recording her anak sedara's wedding video.They were so sarcastic to him and have the cheek to ask him if he was working &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the other guy.Never has it actually terlintas kat kepala otak dorang yang he's doing this alone or whether he can do this.Yes,most of the time he's with that other guy.But onli when they are no videoman available for a certain project of his or if the couple wants a dual angle shots.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it hard to make people believe that he is good in all this?Why must people look down on us?Bila senang,batang hidung pun tak nampak.Bila susah baru carik kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She already borrowed money from me last month and belum terbayar lagi.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Janji tinggal janji aje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.Janji nak bayar last month on the 22nd.A few days ago she said she will make the payments by this month's 28th.I'm not really confident she can pay me back.Hubby said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"kalau da pinjamkan orang duit just anggap da burn lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is...why US?Baru ingat nak bernafas sikit...da macam2 orang datang to borrow money.I'm not saying i'm stingy or we shouldn't help but the amount they ask is sometimes too ridiculous.Like my cousin,she asked for 200 bucks to borrow the other time.I was saving up to buy mum in law presents n cake for her bday.Da terpaksa scrap duit sikit kasi pinjam orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not saying that i'm expecting something in return.I just want them to treat us like humans,jgn lah pandang rendah sangat and jgn lah terlalu ego till you hurt other people's feelings.Their family has done so many things to hurt my family,directly and indirectly.They make up stories,tell lies about us and are so sarcastic.I have so many reasons to not borrow them money,absolutely.Kalau ikutkan hati memang tak nak kasi pinjam.Tapi i can't bear to see people in distress.My mum doesn't even know about me loaning other people money.If she does,she would say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"why are u so stupid and so damn pemurah hati to borrow her money?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is i promised my cousin's wifey that i won't tell my mum.She knows if i tell my mum,her mum in law would get to know about it in a matter of seconds.My mum is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"penyampai berita live"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; u know.And i'm not like their kind who promise something and mean another.I know how hard it is to hidup susah.I know how hard it is to have mother in law yang banyak pantang larang.And i know how hard it is to have someone breathing down your neck watching your every move.I know thus i adhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kadang-kadang i feel moving here is a bad thing.Yelah the fact we didnt get a house to near my mum's place is because of the sedara mara yang tinggal keliling that area.When i first moved here and know about the existance of sedara mara yang tinggal dekat2 sini, i knew deep in my heart that one day mesti they will find me for something.And like my predictions were true 3 years ago,it happened this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You may ask kenapa dekni tak nak tinggal dekat2 sedara?The thing is my sedara(s) are busybodies who think they're so great that they have every right to bring you down each and every single time.They're not only busybodies tapi are also very damn bad liars and storymakers.I think they should write a book or produce their own talkshow and talk about who has the most money,most jewellery and sapa cerai dgn sapa etc2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've never liked them since dulu2.Cos they are backstabbers.I know cos i've seen n heard it with my own two eyes and ears.They went to my mum's place and cakap this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"nak pergi rumah aim(mamat's dad) nak marah si lijah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (i got to know abt this later on cos my mum told me.i was already at mamat's home when they came over)But the fact is when they reached over at my uncle's house,they talked about my mum,about my dad's infidelity,abt my parent's behaviour and even have the cheek to say this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Cerai kan aje bapak kau tu sudah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in front of me.Kalau tu bukan rumah orang,memang da kena halau dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I halau-ed them a few times away from my house,slammed the door in front of their faces when they came over to bitch around or persuade my mum to divorce my dad.I've been called kurang ajar many times.I've even shouted,screamed,hurl abuse at them because of this.I told them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Aku kurang ajar bukan baru sekarang.Dan jangan kata mak aku tak pandai didik anak sebab tu anak kurang ajar.Korang da melampau!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So you can see for yourself why i bloody hate them so much.Benci benci pun tapi tetap tolong.Ntah lah..call me stupid or whatlah,i cant bear to see them down and out even though they're the people i hate the most.I believe retributions will come for them and i'm not supposed to be the one doing it.I leave it in God's hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Da macam drama swasta tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ehehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tata peeps nak siap2 gi rumah mum in law..mum in law masak laksa nari!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yippie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tata loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11621664-4935640740667520725?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/4935640740667520725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=4935640740667520725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4935640740667520725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4935640740667520725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/duit-duit.html' title='duit duit...'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-1381815288807851460</id><published>2007-01-12T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:05:35.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sex Starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;..a smile leads to a laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...a laugh leads to a high 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...a high 5 leads to a hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...a hug leads to a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...a kiss leads 2 makeout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...a makeout leads 2 finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...a finger leads to a hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...a hand leads to a lick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...a lick leads to a suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...a suck leads 2 a .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...u add the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...subtract the clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...divide the legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...leave your solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...and pray you dont multiply!(not when ur not married!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-1381815288807851460?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/1381815288807851460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=1381815288807851460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/1381815288807851460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/1381815288807851460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-sex-starts.html' title='How Sex Starts'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-5985533812165981166</id><published>2007-01-12T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:55:18.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What's your favorite animal(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat?Dog?Rabbit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what's mine??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give u a clue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold-blooded legless reptile related to lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/31/Albino_burmese_pythons.jpg/750px-Albino_burmese_pythons.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; and i truly adore them.I respect them cos of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4313978.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are truly magnificient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe terrified of small creatures like roaches..but i have no problemo with snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabrielleayla.multiply.com/photos/photo/30/35.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SEE THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum in law and hubby were squirming at the side...but me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had encounters with snakes before..really.No joke man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first encounter was when i was still a young girl living in the kampung.I had a hands on experience with a tree snake which was gliding from one branch to another in a bushy shrub next to my house.LoL...really lah it was super cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then i had another incident when i was living with mum.I had a dream that a snake was in front of the door when i opened it.And another time i dreamt i had climbed into the house from the pipes.Soon after i had those dreams,i had an encounter with another tree snake.This time the kids from the opposite block were making so much noise that i decided to go down and check what the ruckus was all about.That was when i saw it.The snake...Cool u know??So u can imagine whilst others were shouting in fear..i was jumping and shouting in joy.But alas,it managed to escaped before i can get my hands on it.It went through the rubbish chute's saluran air..Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A few days later whilst i was gonna open my letter box,a few kids under my void deck were screaming and shouting while pointing at the row or letter boxes.To my surprise i saw a snake body hanging halfway out..And apa lagi...berbekalkan hanger(which i ran upstairs to take) i managed to make it slid out more only to lose it again as it slided so fast into one of the many letter boxes.Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So...after the 3 encounters i had,i have a fascination for snakes.To me they're just harmless passerbys whom many of us humans are terrified of.If we dont disturb them,they wont disturb us mah.The reason many of them are in our environment is because their natural habitats have disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I sound like I'm from an animal rights thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But i love animals..ok.Be it snakes or dogs or cats or whatever lah.Cept for roaches lah.Heh!I feel that we shouldn't abuse them even if we dont like them.Cept for roaches lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hehehehe...this entry is so pointless lah.Im just bored staying at home.LoL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Toodles Noodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-5985533812165981166?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/5985533812165981166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=5985533812165981166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5985533812165981166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5985533812165981166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/snakes.html' title='Snakes'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-4948246081288139668</id><published>2007-01-10T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:55:57.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yesterday,i followed hubby to Dickson Road to pass a few stuff to his client.To tell you the truth,I've never been to these kinda places in SG.Heck..i've not even been to Sungei Road before I met hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's gonna be my 25th birthday in a matter of days,(Hehe..So gang apa tunggu?Hint hint..)I wanna blog about how i met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know that though we were chatting in the same room (i.e Alamak Chatroom) in '96,'97 we never once came across each other there.If we were to know each other back then,our relationship would as long as Syana and her Bro Hulk.Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,i gotta know him from a friend who was his Sergeant back in the days of PCG(read:Police Coast Guard) in late 2000 around 2 weeks before his birthday.And biasalah budak2 NS dulu kan suka passing2 number.Heh.And it was by fate that the first time he msg-ed my number i was asleep cos i was working night shifts back then.When i woke up later ,i replied to his msg but he was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't like 2 days later before we actually managed to talk to each other.I went by the name Kid back then.I actually liked his name first before the person.LoL..His name was a combination of names of 3 guys i had crushes on all rolled into 1.But i called him Iskandar back then.The first time we met was 2 weeks after getting to know each other.I was 'involved' with a footballer then whose name i shant reveal.Meeting him up was like 'ok pe jumpa tak salah buat kawan'.I have a thing for short guys..maybe cos im short.But i absolutely tak suka orang botak and he was botak the first time i met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me to work that night.And well asked me "Can i give u a kiss on the cheeks?"I was like.."Yeah sure why not?"And he gave me a peck on the cheeks which I think is super sweet.After that i asked my mum about the footballer guy thingy- "Mak kalau im seeing a footballer what is your opinion?"My mum strongly disagree she said these exact words- "Kau matair dgn budak bola nanti dia tendang kau around mcm bola."I tried to reason with her over this but i also strongly believed any relationship without restu ibu will end up breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it sorta 'ended' my relationship with that footballer guy.He is also now married,though no longer active in the local football scene.And that opened up a new chapter in my life,my relationship with hubby.We met on the regular.We even became bf-gf dgn sendirinya.He would fetch me back from work at 7 am almost everyday is it doesnt clash with his shift.My parents loved him.My beloved late aunt adored him.The aunties at my workplace liked him.My brother gets along well with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned on getting engaged in 2003 and marriage would come later in 2005.But kalau da jodoh tak ke mana kan?And can u guess it,his mum was the one who 'proposed' to me.He simpy said that his mum nak jumpa me.When i was over at his house,his mum aked me whether im serious abt him.which i am.And etc2...In the end the mum said she would come over to my place to discuss about this with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meminang procedure is actualli so simple.No gubahan2 no rings2 etc2.His mum came over with a representitive to talk abt our marriage,the dowry and stuff.My mum is also the sort of person who hates formality.We agreed on the dowry amount and the date.And his mum gave us less than a year to save up-actually it's 8 months.I'm was at a new job which had better pay.I did long hours OT and even worked on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something tragic happened,his granma and my beloved aunt passed away a few months before our wedding.Both of us were sad.He was the 2nd cucu lelaki on his mum's side to get hitched but his granma wasnt there to witness it.For my case,we had asked my aunt to be there on our wedding day wich she replied with a nod.I guess we cant put aside qada and qadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became legally his on 29.03.03 and we had the wedding lunch on 30.03.03.And by far we have our ups and downs.But i know that whatever it is,he is someone whom i can depend on in all situations.He taught me to see the world with a more colourful view.He encourages me to be anything i want.He teaches me to have more patience and to be more mature.He's the better half of me,my soulmate.He's my knight in shining armour.Accepting me despite my crankiness,my stubbornness,my pros and cons...and always being patient even when i know he's at the tip of his patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I love him to bits..more than i ever thought i would.He calm my nerves and i need him to keep the insanity in me sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Heh..da macam love story.shant make all the readers roll their eyes out lah...haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tata loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;One love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-4948246081288139668?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/4948246081288139668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=4948246081288139668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4948246081288139668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4948246081288139668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterdayi-followed-hubby-to-dickson.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-8259805114470765822</id><published>2007-01-08T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:20:49.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singaporeans Kiasuism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Have you seen the recent advertisement for Girls Out Loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,the one where they set up a fake booth.And there was like a long queue.Gosh..and then this one lady who said this.."Singaporeans cannot be too kiasu but for housewives.it's okay."&lt;br /&gt;I mean...DUH!Where do the housewives come from?Planet Venus??I laugh(read:kekek) each time i see the advertisement.Mcm kelakar gitu..and so shallow minded sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people queue up each time for a freebie or an item?Look at the Hello Kitty frenzy a few years ago.Maybe i haven't really been into something enuff to make me do something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait..i was part of the boyband chasers many years ago.And to pursue a dream in the entertainment biz,me and 2 buddies of mine entered a BSB-lookalike-dancealike-soundalike competition in 1999.Hehe.That's the craziest thing i've ever done before.Well,we got a place in the finals only to finish 4th.Lol.Those are memories...keje bodoh yang pernah dibuat sewaktu zaman muda mudi dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ntahlah..mak suruh pergi skolah belajar,kita menyanyi.Asik syiok menyanyi..belajar ke mana,nyanyi ke mana.Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently waiting for hub to finish with editing before proceeding to Woodlands Mart McD's to makan supper.Wanted to call the delivery line but i think a little walking to and fro is good for me.Makin pemalas sejak duduk rumah ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tata babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;One love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-8259805114470765822?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/8259805114470765822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=8259805114470765822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/8259805114470765822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/8259805114470765822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/singaporeans-kiasuism.html' title='Singaporeans Kiasuism'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-612942350404621817</id><published>2007-01-06T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:34:15.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo La Viva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I realised that it has been quite some time that i've not blog.Actually just a week je pe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We finally made our way to VivoCity on Thursday.Ate at the bus interchange before proceeding there.Initial intention was to go Sentosa but too bad we reached Harbourfront at 3 plus pm.Kinda late to go into Sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyways...VivoCity is so big..humongous..gigantic.Haha.Well,for all i know my legs were aching after we jelajah satu VivoCity.We ate dinner at Food Republic.And oh..i so love the ambience.So the feeling zaman dolu-dolu.Hehe.The chendol is so delish..tho costing more than regular.The Soto Ayam is also superb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We wanted to catch a movie but the movie we wanted to catch was sold out.The next time it's showing was at 8 plus pm.So we jalan2 lagi.Coincidentally,there was this German or Swedish ship just outside VivoCity,where hubby is supposed to have a videoshoot the next day.Hubby was wondering if this is really the ship.Cos all his client said was 'the ship right outside Vivo."There were no other ships 'cept for this one.He even said to himself.."Macam kapal lanun." Actually the ship is a replica of a 17th century ship which has already sunk.They made stop-overs all around the world.They've been to Brazil and lots more country.Their next stop is Mumbai,India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Then we made our way home.Before that we singgah jalan2 at Harbourfront lah.Jelajah satu Harbourfront.We wanted to take a cab home but the Q was so damn long at Vivo and Harbourfront.We decided to walk a little to Harbourfront Tower 1 &amp;amp; 2 and we managed to get a cab in less than 15 minutes.Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We went to Causeway Point to purchase some stuff at Popular.Then it's back home.And oh yeah,bought some sushi and Combo 1 from LJS.Hub didn't buy any makan as there were pizza leftovers in the fridge from the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;All i seem to do at home nowadays is eat eat eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Klah..perut da rumbling ni mintak disumbat makanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Till laters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Peace.One Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-612942350404621817?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/612942350404621817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=612942350404621817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/612942350404621817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/612942350404621817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2007/01/vivo-la-viva.html' title='Vivo La Viva'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-2453719740556461863</id><published>2006-12-30T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T19:25:02.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey..it's one more day before 2007 arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xnanasontoloyox.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nana Sontoloyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; blog,i decided to put up a list of things that i did/happened this past year.Ehehehe...kepo sak Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...let me think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I got a job..oh wait,that was last year...okay,I resigned from that job which i have managed to hold on to for 1 year 2 months and 8 days.The longest time i ever hold on to a job after I got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-My younger brother finished his National Slavery..ooppss..National Service in August but till now am still bumming around.Tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Mamat migrated to M'sia with his parents.Boo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Me gaining weight...lots of it actually.Just how much that's for me to know,for ye to never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-I went for a holiday in Langkawi.My first ever trip to another state in M'sia besides JB..JB..I enjoyed myself thoroughly.I even enjoyed the 14-odd hours trip there.Yeah i know,sick lah me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-Addicted to blogging and MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-Managed to keep in touch with skulmates from primary n secondary school.Sumting i had wanted to do for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Actually I just finished cleaning the house and master bedroom toilet.I didn't know that cleaning the toilet can give you such a good feeling.I was having headache all day long.So it was actualli a bad mistake i made by cleaning up the toilet cos i used up like 1/3 bottle of Clorox and 1/5 bottle of Dettol Germicide.And now my head feels like it has a thousand drums and gongs going off all at once.But instead of looking at the bad side,I felt really stress-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well,most of the time when I'm stressed out,I usually do the laundry.Or binge...but cleaning the toilet was a first for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Watching Malcolm in the Middle now whilst waiting for more interesting shows.And i'm having the urge to play Scrabble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tata all...Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha to all muslimin and muslimat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P/S:Saddam Hussien was executed today.I felt that it was a harsh judgement and it seemed that the US wanted to get rid of him asap.He was a powerful ruler and some may say he's a dictator.At least the country wasn't invaded by others claiming they wanna re-built Iraq.What a buncha bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Peace..One Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-2453719740556461863?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/2453719740556461863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=2453719740556461863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2453719740556461863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2453719740556461863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/12/cleaning.html' title='cleaning'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-5755780790797689228</id><published>2006-12-28T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:31:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok...actualli i came back from dinner at 9.10 pm.But as usual,A Million Treasures and Prisonbreak comes first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways...tomorrow is my MIL's birthday.Will be going to my old company to collect the gift set i purchased from my colleague.Then off to Polar to buy a birthday cake for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;These past few weeks,we've been bothered by news of her 'buat perangai' from my SIL.She ignored everyone when that indon guy was over.Making faces,bising2 and even slamming the doors.Konon macam tunjuk marah gitu lah.Both my SILs were too 'masak' with the attitude she puts up each time that indon guy comes over,thus they ignore her lah cos they know kalau makin layan makin menjadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then a few days ago after the indon guy went back to Balai,she came up to them and ask why they ignore her for the last few days?My SIL(Errin) told her off,asking her was it them who ignored her or she who ignores them?She said they have not been paying attention to her.Etc2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hubby rarely calls her up nowadays,cos she would complain of her lack of $$ indirectly and that would make hubby feels so guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After hearing my SIL complaining,i told hubby he shouldn't have left my MIL without any news.At least call her up once a week,just to check up on her and also to let her know that she is not being ignored.Everyone cares about her,it's just sometimes her attitude that makes everyone ignoring her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She would say A to this person and twist the story around and say B to the next person.Ok..kalau nak lebih senang cakap,she's a talam dua muka lah.But i think everyone has been a talam dua muka at least once throughout their life.It's just that when kita yang buat,kita tak sedar.Bila orang lain buat,kita nampak.Seumpama macam taik sebesar nyamuk kat seberang laut kita nampak,taik sebesar gajah melekat kat kaki kita,kita tak nampak.LoL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No one's perfect,hidup ni penuh sandiwara.Life itself is a stage and we are all actors.And i think the number one actor in the world is your own self.How many times have u told a white lie w/o blinking your eyes?How many times have you pretend to be someone you're not?I know i have been in a situation like that a couple of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm not trying to say i am perfect.I know i'm not.I'm just telling my story from my point of view.And my view has been pretty blurry these few months,i think i oughta change the lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Till laters..Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-5755780790797689228?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/5755780790797689228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=5755780790797689228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5755780790797689228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5755780790797689228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-897641199297629197</id><published>2006-12-28T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:31:51.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cold case</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's been raining non stop for the last 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rainy days are a big boo boo...a spoiler to all plans made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But rainy days are good for doing couple things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Like cuddling,watching tv,lying in bed,playing online scrabble even though you live in the same house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes...hubby and me have been spending whatever little couple time we have playing online scrabble,even though I'm in the bedroom and he's in his home office next room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tomorrow's is MIL's bday.How old is she?Don't ask me...even her children don't know how old she is.She is &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; secretive about her age.Though if i'm not mistaken she is around 40-ish as in 48-49 and can even be 50.LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok...need to bath and get ready to go out and have dinner.Sejak hujan ni,makin malas nak buat apa2.Masak pun malas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Till laters...i actualli want to update on something but i'll leave it till i come back from dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-897641199297629197?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/897641199297629197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=897641199297629197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/897641199297629197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/897641199297629197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/12/cold-case.html' title='A cold case'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-4665258750612348142</id><published>2006-12-21T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:21:23.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisah seekor berok boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uninterested because of frequent exposure or indulgence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how i'm feeling now.Arrgghh..tengok tv pun takde cite best2.Tak habis2 cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak keluar macam boring keluar sorang2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Hub's last day at ACJS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow a few of my colleagues are coming over.Nak masak apa ekh??Maybe Mee Soto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asik duk menanguk laptop je..&lt;strong&gt;BOSAN&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i do at home is eat and eat and eat and tengok tv and tido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tukar blogskin tapi nah...not yet lah.Nanti arh baru nak masukkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bosan,bosan aku bosan duduk di rumah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-4665258750612348142?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/4665258750612348142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=4665258750612348142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4665258750612348142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4665258750612348142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/12/kisah-seekor-berok-boring.html' title='kisah seekor berok boring'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-1411047149397343847</id><published>2006-12-18T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:17:11.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Looking at the calendar, i realised that it is 13 more days before we greet the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of events have happened this year.Events that were happy, and also many that challenged our faith in each other and i'm glad our love kept us going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I am glad that this year is going to pass. It would be my birthday next month, adding another year to my age. But i still feel like how i felt 10 years ago. Onli a lil' bit wiser, i don't make the same mistakes over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still think i need to come up with a new year resolution and keeping it. I never had any resolutions made before. Cos i don't have a strong sense of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the new year to be looked forward to , i'm looking towards new jobs. And hubby too, resigned oredi. Thursday is gonna be his last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the new year has in stalled for us. I pray that it would be something different. And i would love to get meself a fantastic new job. Hopefully so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cross my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-1411047149397343847?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/1411047149397343847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=1411047149397343847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/1411047149397343847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/1411047149397343847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-3271158485569784067</id><published>2006-12-14T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:22:06.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just reaslied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just realised that my past 2 entries was actually about leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamat has left us,for about a week now.I wonder how he is doing now.Maybe well enuff,cos my 6th uncle bought a house beside my 5th aunt's and 3rd aunt's home.So i don't have to worry about him being lonely as my nephews and nieces are all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being a city kid trying to adapt to kampung life.Yes...the place he's shifting to is called Kampung Pasir Putih.No,not the one in Kelantan.The one in Pasir Gudang.Before Mamat arrived in our lives,my 5th uncle and his late wifey used to bring me and my brother to the kampung a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered that when I was around 7-8 years old,my aunt's house had no built-in 'jamban' in her house.The 'jamban' was a small hut-like located about 4 metres away from the home with the thick bushes behind.So imagine each time i want to relieve myself,my cuzzin Re'an had to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...after being spooked by tales of a chicken-eating biawak,python and an alligator that lives in the sungai nearby,can u imagine how shit-scared I was?Nak berak pun takut-takut,taik nak kluar pun susah.LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lucky for me,they built an in-house jamban soon after.Tapi tupun I still can't familiarised with the surrounding.Call me a true blue City Kid lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Even now I still cannot adapt to kampung life padahal i spent 4 years of my childhood in a kampung.I think there are a lot of differences between the kampung in Singapore and the ones in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The thing that amazed me about my aunt's kampung is that they had 'orang guduk' or the 'orang asli' living in the forest nearby.And everyday i would see them walk past her house to get to the main pekan.Dressed in shabby clothes,with really orange colored hair,tanned and bare footed.Nowadays,the young kids of the 'orang asli' goes to school,they dress a bit okay and no longer bare footed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanted to post up some pictures tapi terasa macam malas pulak..LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Till whenever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-3271158485569784067?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/3271158485569784067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=3271158485569784067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/3271158485569784067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/3271158485569784067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-reaslied.html' title='just reaslied'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-313631578490200863</id><published>2006-12-13T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:18:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>New skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing better to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus i changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'M SO FREAKING BORED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-313631578490200863?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/313631578490200863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=313631578490200863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/313631578490200863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/313631578490200863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/12/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-2495047246125762155</id><published>2006-12-11T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:30:53.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>officially</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Today marks the saddest day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm officially relieved of duty...kira mcm R.O.D gitu lah..ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well,i guess it's best that i left the place.I couldn't handle the politics there-conflik antara Mahathir dan Pak Lah pun kalah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was okay when facing with my Sup.But when Cik Zubaidah came out,hugged me and kissed me on my cheeks we both cried.Well i was her so-called anak angkat at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyways...i was glad i left some people there.But there are certain people who will always be in my heart.People like Cik Zubaidah,Cik Sam,Cik Ali,Kak Ina,Abg Sahari...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ok,it would be lying if i said that i didn't cry.I cried in the cab on the way home,i cried when i reach my home,i cried when tgh jemur uniform tempat keje lama,i cried whilst talking to hub on the phone,i cried talking to Cik Zubaidah on the phone and i fil like crying now.Well..i know this is kinda an emotional turn for me.I've been working there for a year plus.To leave the place in which i had grown in some ways,had attached myself to,had made numerous frens and not forgetting enemies...was kinda hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I knew there were some people who were happy that i left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But there were more who cried during my departure.And they were the ones who matters.Not some haggy,old,tak sedar diri woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm glad i left the place with my head high.To look for a new job now??nah..tink i wanna rilek first at home lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyways...i vowed to keep in touch with Cik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Her house and mine are just nearby...i can drop as and when i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Adios Gold Roast!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-2495047246125762155?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/2495047246125762155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=2495047246125762155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2495047246125762155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2495047246125762155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/12/officially.html' title='officially'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-4007232820312339676</id><published>2006-12-07T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:02:46.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hepisad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry gang for the lateness in updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much has happen in such a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin with the happy news k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub got meself a new handphone.Well,not the model i wanted but it's better than nothing right?It was his birthday a few days ago,he bought himself a belated birthday prezzie and he bought me a handphone also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005723638291478754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RXfnIKgjuOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S1vHte31kN4/s320/9300_nokia.gif" border="0" /&gt; The phone he bought himself Nokia 9300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005723633996511442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RXfnH6gjuNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1wUfKcLmPFI/s320/n70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The phone he bought for moi...N70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,thats the happy news lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad news is that my uncle and his family are migrating to Malaysia.I mean,the sad part is that his son Mamat has to follow them and he's gonna transfer to a school there also.It broke my mum's heart cos she has never gone a day without seeing Mamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamat or Muhammad Rafie,is my uncle's(mum's elder bro) and late aunt's adopted child.They adopted him somewhere in 1995 when he was just a baby.He has grown up with us.I've seen him grow up.We've all seen him growing up.And now to not be able to see what is happening to him in his teen years...makes us feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried like hell the first few days after i got to know about it.Called my mum up and spend 10 minutes on the phone crying.No hellos,no nuthing..just the sound of the both of us sobbing like little babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what prompted me to cry.I guess it's the fact that Mamat won't be in front of eyes anymore.I won't be able to see him grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even sms-ed my adik citing .."&lt;em&gt;ADik dulu mamat ada kita selalu usik2 dia,kutuk2 dia,marah2 dia.Ni dia da nak pergi,hati aku rasa sedih sangat."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always love him like one of us.We had always looked upon him as one of us.Even though there were the times we would disturb him and said that he is not his mum and dad's real son.That he was adopted from an Indian lady.But the very fact is,my heart fell in love with him the very first day i set my eyes on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though mum said he looked so skinny,so dark,so Indian-y.But the truth remains,we had welcomed him into our arms.And now to say goodbye to him...that's the hardest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying as im typing this...He's gonna go off tomorrow.I'm on mc tomorrow.But i'm not sure if i'm gon see him off.I'm afraid i might break down in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia may seemed like a nearby place.But the very fact that we're separated by the Causeway makes it even harder.How many times have i been to Malaysia this past one year??Can be countable by the fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few months,i've not seen him and when i visited him during Raya this year,he grew up.He's more taller,more darker and he put on weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u imagine what he will be like in another year time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005731429362153714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RXfuNqgjuPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2u88b8EUSyg/s320/menmamat.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005732726442277122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RXfvZKgjuQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hXmB4m9Y13s/s320/adiknmamat.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005732726442277138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RXfvZKgjuRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/38jT-xfIDkA/s320/cheekiemonkietrio.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005732730737244450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RXfvZagjuSI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ui9kowzTCf0/s320/family738.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-4007232820312339676?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/4007232820312339676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=4007232820312339676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4007232820312339676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/4007232820312339676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/12/hepisad.html' title='hepisad'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsLnkHvpJ3g/RXfnIKgjuOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S1vHte31kN4/s72-c/9300_nokia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-2699724234730991347</id><published>2006-12-01T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:57:00.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got both happy and sad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will elaborate about them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-2699724234730991347?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/2699724234730991347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=2699724234730991347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2699724234730991347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/2699724234730991347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-both-happy-and-sad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-6220304872517434212</id><published>2006-11-28T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:20:18.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy burpday luv</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5408/1418/1600/IMG_0334%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5408/1418/320/IMG_0334%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my luv burp-day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His 29th to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy burp-day luv.Semoga dimurahkan rezeki,dipanjangkan usia dan dibawah lindungan Allah senantiasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ur Wifey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-6220304872517434212?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/6220304872517434212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=6220304872517434212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/6220304872517434212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/6220304872517434212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-burpday-luv.html' title='happy burpday luv'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-7508595515943332485</id><published>2006-11-27T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:35:33.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce?</title><content type='html'>I just heard the news...Britster (aka Britney Spears) and K-Fed are divorced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapikan memang sajak lah kalau bercerai.Cos i can see K-Fed as someone who leeches onto Britster...I dunno if that is really the case,but for someone to leave their gf and court another gal whilst the gf is pregnant with his child doest paint a picture of someone who is responsible right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..work was pretty ok lah.I'm having a headache and it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to cook later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcm malas gitu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-7508595515943332485?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/7508595515943332485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=7508595515943332485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7508595515943332485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/7508595515943332485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/11/divorce.html' title='Divorce?'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-5630492051257149268</id><published>2006-11-26T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:57:38.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Skin</title><content type='html'>I finally changed my skin.Even the tagboard is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's gonna be a fresh start...given the fact that 2007 is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub's bday is in 2 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But prezzie will only be given on the 5th.Any ideas anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He already hinted that he wants a watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something similar to this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/320/197378/25c801-diamond-gent_MED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                              &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/320/45244/25hours-9l01_MED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But...the above watches cost more than  USD100 n USD700 respectively each.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO how???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-5630492051257149268?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/5630492051257149268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=5630492051257149268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5630492051257149268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/5630492051257149268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/11/change-of-skin.html' title='Change of Skin'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-9044009065016517911</id><published>2006-11-18T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T20:39:56.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/1600/851167/funny_sign_36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/320/88538/funny_sign_36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anal Exam??Rotflol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/1600/360366/Signs%25206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/320/187787/Signs%25206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              " &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kalau kentut biar berbunyi jadi tak busuk&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/1600/79247/Signs%25207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/320/799402/Signs%25207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;U wouldn't wanna shoplift here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/1600/755627/Signs%25201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/320/710834/Signs%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; The people living here must have lotsa fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/1600/347728/Signs%25203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5408/1418/320/508171/Signs%25203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No particular reason for this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just needed to laugh my ass off and make you peeps laugh too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-9044009065016517911?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/9044009065016517911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=9044009065016517911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/9044009065016517911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/9044009065016517911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-116083594326601677</id><published>2006-10-14T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:10:04.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I have lost all desires to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-116083594326601677?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/116083594326601677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=116083594326601677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/116083594326601677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/116083594326601677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/10/true.html' title='true'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-116082860824463311</id><published>2006-10-14T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:21.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's been a hazy month.With haze all over.Hubby is suffering due to his sensitive nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The highest it has ever been was 150.Wah lau wey..ishk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Many people getting sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And for those yg tak tahu,Seha,a singer in the 80s n 90s passed away a few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She was a great singer.I love how she would always have a smile on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Semoga Tuhan mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohnya dan menempatkannya bersama orang2 yang beriman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-116082860824463311?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/116082860824463311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=116082860824463311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/116082860824463311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/116082860824463311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/10/hazy.html' title='Hazy'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-116074255402007486</id><published>2006-10-13T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:21.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday the 13th..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's Friday the 13th!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love the number 13.The obvious reason being that it is my birthdate.And i dun realli believes in taboos.Like all the superstitions,et cetera et cetera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I celebrated my birthday on Friday twice my whole life-once,during my 13th birthday back in 1995.And the other time was early this year on my 24th birthday.The next time i'll celebrate my birthday on a Friday would be in 2012.Woah..lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do have a nice weekend peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Selamat berpuasa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-116074255402007486?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/116074255402007486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=116074255402007486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/116074255402007486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/116074255402007486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-friday-13th.html' title='Happy Friday the 13th..'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-116029750224764371</id><published>2006-10-08T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:21.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raya raya</title><content type='html'>Anyways..for those who were in my contact links..could u kindly send me ur blog add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost all of it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-116029750224764371?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-116029680434937292</id><published>2006-10-08T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:21.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Been a long time since i last updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Everything has finally start to be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Recently hubby was diagnosed with diabetes.A recent case,the doctor asked him to cut down on the sweet stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dunno wat to say lah.He is simply too stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Raya is in  2 weeks time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyways,selamat menjalani ibadah puasa to all muslims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Take care!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-116029680434937292?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/116029680434937292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=116029680434937292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/116029680434937292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/116029680434937292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-raya.html' title='hari raya'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115971463482962794</id><published>2006-10-01T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:21.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>She'd be 55 this year if she is still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of her everyday.I think of her everyday,more recently due to a gd fren's mum passing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret never saying goodbye,never expressing my love and i am a bit terkilan that she weren't there for my BIG day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed away 5 months before my wedding day,on Oct 18th,18 days after her 51st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday falls on Children's Day.Ironically,she loves children.Unable to have her own due to an illness,she looked upon me and my brother as her own.Treating us with new clothes,bringing us out,treating us as we are her own.She even tell people that we are her children.We were so close to her than we were to our own parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even brought bfs back to see her first before bringing them to see my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in 1995 that she decide to adopt a child.Named Muhammad Rafie,he brought sunshine into her and my uncle's life.But who knows that after 5 years of happiness,the happiness was short lifted.She had her left leg amputated due to diabetes.She couldn't do all the things she normally can,like fetching her Rafie from school.She had to depend on others to do things she normally does on her own.She turn to me to run errands for her,to bring her for appointments at the polyclinic or hospital.I always make up excuses when she wanted me to run errands for her.I wished i had not done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in 2002,she had a fall in the toilet.Due to the blood clot in her brain,she suffered from stroke.There were one time when we thought that she would leave us.We gathered at her home,recite Surah Yassin for her but she didn't leave us.I thought maybe we could send her for therapy.She was send to the hospital as advised by the family doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spend a few weeks back and forth the hospital.Then on Oct 18th,2002 , i received a call from my uncle saying that the doctor asked him to be at the hospital.We went there(me,my brother,Rafie and my uncle).She was already nazak.I kept asking her to mengucap.Kept whispering the Kalimah Syahadah into her ears whilst trying to withstand my tears.My brother couldn't even get into the ward...he was crying outside,he couldnt see her in much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle sis the same as i did.He too trying to control his tears.Mamat was clueless.Only aged 7 at that time,he didnt know what it all meant.Then after a few hours,my uncle told us to go back home,he will keep her company.But when we just got out of the hospital compound,i got a call that send my whole world crashing down.She passed away.I kept crying the whole way back,kept saying to my brother y she passed away when we are not there.My brother was consoling me but he too couldnt control his tears.Rafie cried cos we cried but he didnt know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called hubby,who at that point of time was just a bf.He came over about 1 hour later.And he accompanied my uncle to settle the collecting of her jenazah.I dunno what i would have done w/o him.As soon as we reached her home,i went home to take a bath and amik wuduk.Then proceeded to her place to recite some prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has always been in my heart and in my prayer eversince.I love her so much.Her death made me open up my eye.Made me treasure my mum more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hapy Birthday,Aunt Salbiah Bte Ismail.I love you,and i pray that you'll be placed with the people of faith and is in God's grace always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song,My Immortal by Evanescene is dedicated to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;i'm so tired of being here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; suppressed by all of my childish fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; and if you have to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; i wish that you would just leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; your presence still lingers here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; and it won't leave me alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; this pain is just too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; but you still have all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; you used to captivate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; by your resonating light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; but now i'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; this pain is just too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; but you still have all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; but though you're still with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; i've been alone all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115971463482962794?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115971463482962794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115971463482962794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115971463482962794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115971463482962794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115963103379118752</id><published>2006-09-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:21.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cerita 2 hantu</title><content type='html'>Tersebutlah kisah dua orang hantu. Mereka ni baru bertemu lalu mereka pun berborakla untuk mengisi masa lapang kehidupan mereka sebagai hantu. Sepanjang perbualan mereka, Hantu B ni tak habis-habis menggigil. Lalu, Hantu A yang kehairanan ni pun bertanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apsal kau ni asyik menggigil je?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..cara aku mati dulu teruk..aku mati dalam peti ais...sejuk!!" Jawab Hantu B sambil menggigil lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooo..kesian... aku dulu mati sebab heart attack." Kata Hantu A ramah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kau memang sakit jantung kronik ye? Apsal ko tak gi buat operation? Kalau tak, sure kau tengah lepak-lepak ngan family kau sekarang." Balas Hantu B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dah,aku dah buat dah !In fact mase aku mati tu, aku in recovery. Panjang ceritanya..." jawab Hantu A sayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ceritala sikit..Sambil-sambil lepak nih.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Camni..Aku syak isteri aku main kayu tiga ngan aku. So this one day, aku ingat nak perangkap la isteri aku..Aku pura-pura gi keje tapi actually aku park keta aku kat simpang hujung umah aku je. Seperti yang aku syak, masuk sebuah keta kat carpark umah aku. Aku rilex dulu sebab nak carik mase sesuai tangkap diorang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, ko dapatla tangkap diorang?" tanya Hantu B penuh minat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak. Aku cume jumpe isteri aku je kat dalam bilik. Yang aku heran, mase aku masuk umah tu, aku nampak ade kasut laki kat pintu umah aku. Aku tanye isteri aku tapi die takmo jawab. So aku pun lari-lari sekeliling umah aku nak carik jantan tuh. Abis sume bilik aku carik tapi takde pun.. Last-last, sebab aku penat sangat berlari carik jantan tuh, aku pun jatuh pengsan sebab heart attack. And aku tak sangka aku mati lak..." kata Hantu A mengakhiri ceritanya dengan kesedihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantu B terdiam mendengarkan cerita Hantu A. Selepas beberapa ketika, Hantu B berkata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa kau tak check kat dalam peti sejuk? Kalau kau check kat situ, sure kita berdua still hidup lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115963103379118752?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115963103379118752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115963103379118752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115963103379118752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115963103379118752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/09/cerita-2-hantu.html' title='cerita 2 hantu'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115937243237985926</id><published>2006-09-27T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:17:23.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum</title><content type='html'>Rude shock I got yesterday.I was sleeping when at 12 plus after midnight,hubby came into the room and told me that Kina mum passed away on Monday.Inalilah Wainalilahirajiun.I was shocked that it took me a few minutes for the news to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions raced through my mind - is it true?sakit apa?How is Kina coping?The first thing that I did was to message Rai,who was also shocked at the news.She called Rin to verify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I wonder how she is feeling now.My heart is thumping very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Kina's arwah mak as a warm,friendly lady.She is someone who is jovial and goes to great extremes to make others happy.It seemed like mcm baru semalam kita jumpa during Kina's engagement.And now she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so ironic.Rai,Kina and me have been planning to meet up.Who would have guessed it would be at an event as smbre as this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that Kina's mum,Nargis bte Abdul Hussien,ditempatkan bersama orang2 yang beriman.Let's together sedekah Al Fatehah to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met her just now along with Rai and Rai's kakak angkat,I felt so sad seeing the stage she's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky she will have the company of her relatives for at least another few days still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared the laughter and the tears when she was telling us about her mum when she was alive,the very least we could do was lend her a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing someone who is so dear to you is very difficult.Building up the courage to move on is also hard..i know that.I experience it firsthand when my aunt passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers to all the people who had gone before us all, Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115937243237985926?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115937243237985926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115937243237985926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115937243237985926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Only this, and nothing more.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nameless here for evermore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This it is, and nothing more,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Darkness there, and nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Merely this and nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'Tis the wind and nothing more!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Perched, and sat, and nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;With such name as `Nevermore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Of "Never-nevermore."'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She shall press, ah, nevermore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Shall be lifted - nevermore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115883521142642932?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115883521142642932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115883521142642932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115883521142642932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115883521142642932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake Me Up When September Ends'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115822412733169534</id><published>2006-09-14T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:21.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inalilah Wainalilahirajiun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe God loves her more and wants her to be free of all the pains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aslina's mum passed away yesterday.Got the message late cos i forgotten to bring my hp to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My condolences to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Couldn't attend it due to work.Prays that she and her family builds up the courage to get on their feet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She will always be in my prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat dan beliau ditempatkan bersama-sama orang yang beriman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115822412733169534?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115782413133947659</id><published>2006-09-10T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:20.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In days to come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aslina's(a fren) mother has been admitted to the ICU ward of TTSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Currently not doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Having a relapse of lung cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I ask of you to pray for the well-being of her mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hopefully,things will turn out for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But if it's causing her more pain,pray that God takes her life away painlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Insyallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115782413133947659?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115782413133947659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115782413133947659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;due to hub's doing his multiple editings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so..it's hard for me to update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i've not even update the adds to the links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so for those who do not find your names under my links,fret not ok i will do it asap.when i m allowed to used the pc for long hours instead of the pitiful 10 minits rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;take care!have a nice weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115779153141647960?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115779153141647960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115779153141647960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115779153141647960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115779153141647960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/09/etc.html' title='ETC'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115744802746707987</id><published>2006-09-05T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:20.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo blardy ironic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I heard from the news yester that the Aussie's (and others) fave crocodile hunter,Steve Irwin, died after being stabbed through the heart by a stingray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He is my brother's and mum's favorite tv personality when it came to the wild animal shows.One of the main reason being that they were deeply fascinated by his brave attempts to come close to the one animal that most of us have nightmares about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And it is so ironic that he died while filming one of the animals he tried saving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It would have been funny if it was not real.Imagine the headline 'Crocodile Hunter Stung Dead by Stingray'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In the end,the man who managed to conquer the worse of beasts,was killed by something so gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My condolences goes to his family,friends and fans.He is a true wildlife warrior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Steve Irwin-R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115744802746707987?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115744802746707987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115744802746707987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115744802746707987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115744802746707987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/09/sooo-blardy-ironic.html' title='Sooo blardy ironic...'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115668051739257533</id><published>2006-08-27T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:20.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in SG Isle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm back here...in SG Isle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And i tell ya something-I wanna go back there again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I intend and plan to,next January cos this year my leave...boh liao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Really enjoyed the short hol there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Langkawi is shopping galore...and I love the cable car ride though I was scared shitless..lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We really had a nice time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Too bad due to time constraint,we couldn't meet Syana(very,very sorry babe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The hotel we stayed at was called City Bayview Hotel,very nice hotel for a 3 star.It overlooks Pekan Kuah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The food there...marvellous i tell ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not the food from the hotel lah,cos it's so blardy expensive.A can of carbonated drink cost RM 9.Kalau beli kat luar baru RM 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The food from the roadside stalls...finger licking good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cheap and nice food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haha..u must think i am so crazy about the food right?Well i am...the sambal belacan superb!!Freshly tunbuk when u buy the nasi campur.And so the very the pedas..i loiikkeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hub n me came up with a new pepatah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Da biasa makan belacan kisar,nak makan belacan tumbuk plak"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well out of spontaneity lah,it happened when hub spoke with a Kedah accent.Really had me fooled.LoL...sampai terikut2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The funny thing is,when we were there hub was doing all the talking.ME??I was doing all the smiling..hahahaha..Chek tak paham dan tak reti nak cakap teloh Kedah.Wahahhahaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wanna show you the pics..but im kinda tired lah cos we reached SG at 4 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tomoro werk liaoz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Toodles Noodles....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115668051739257533?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115668051739257533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115668051739257533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115668051739257533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115668051739257533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-in-sg-isle.html' title='Back in SG Isle'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115626038780915707</id><published>2006-08-22T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle Island...here we come!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After careful planning for months,this is it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We are finally going to Eagle Island aka Langkawi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our long awaited honeymoon,which is kinda like too late.Yelah da 3 tahun kawin baru sekarang nak gi honeymoon.LoL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dulu nak pergi time tgh SARS.Then after that we both were too busy with work and stuff.So now with both me n hubby on leave,Nak enjoy puas2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pray that kita selamat pergi and selamat pulang k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Muackkkksss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115626038780915707?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115626038780915707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115626038780915707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115626038780915707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115626038780915707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/08/eagle-islandhere-we-come.html' title='Eagle Island...here we come!!'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115606937769017451</id><published>2006-08-20T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:20.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inalilah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I received bad news this week-a few of them in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Firstly,Abg Akashah(a colleague of mine) father just passed away on Thursday.Inalilah Wainalilahirajiun..Having lost his mother a few months ago,this must be a difficult time for him.I hope he will go through this with strength and faith.And may his father's soul be placed alongside the people of iman and taqwa.Amin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Secondly,hubby's colleague committed suicide on Wednesday.A fellow teacher,whom hubby nicknamed Olive Oyl(after Popeye's wife cos she is tall and skinny) committed suicide by having the gas from the cooking stove turned on and closing all the windows and doors.And she is still a student teacher,only in her early 20's.I was shocked to hear this.I mean,i don't know what prompted her to commit suicide.Hubby told me she is the sorta person who  don't mixed around,i.e going to school,punch her card,teach(with a certain fierceness) and then go back home.She rarely talks to others except to this one person,Asri,a teacher with whom she was close to.Is it the stress from school or parents that made her commit suicide?I couldn't read about it cos it was only available in the Lianhe Zaobao paper aje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thirdly,baby Bun aka that adorable baby that i told ya about.His eldest brother,met up with a road accident.(Ref:Berita Harian Friday,Aug 18th)He is the sole breadwinner of the family.And he maybe paralysed for life.I got shocked again when hubby conveyed the news to me.Inalilah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;With so many deaths and accidents happening around me....i'm so freaking sad.Sad because people think by committing suicide is the way out.Death is inevitable,but kalau nak mati tu biarlah dengan sempurna.Dengan Tuhan menarik nyawa kita and not kita mengambil nyawa kita sendiri.I admit i've had thoughts about suicide before.Subahanallah...God forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now i learn that life is to be cherished.Although there are times when life may seem cruel to us,but there are also things in life that are worth living for...So smile up,brush that dirt off ya shoulders and face the coming days with strength and integrity.Life's not always a bed of roses..and i dun wish for it to be one also cos roses wither away,leaving u with thorns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Toodles babes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115606937769017451?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115606937769017451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115606937769017451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115606937769017451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115606937769017451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/08/inalilah.html' title='Inalilah...'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115590969220227953</id><published>2006-08-18T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:20.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale Of 2 Pigs-the fat and the non-fat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/1600/boar0003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/boar0003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I posted this on Jaja's tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;KAthy: da lah...dun fret not.takpe..yang penting kita happy,dun care abt what others say..and kalau gemok tapi sihat takpelah.jgn ada penyakit udah.org kurus kadang2 bnyk penyakit...anyways..got sumting to say..one of my chinese colleague said this to me after i said that i ni gemok mcm babi...she said skrg nye babi smuer tak gemok..smuer kurus2..so???the moral of the story is...org gemok tak semestinya mcm babi...instead yg kurus2 tu bnyk resemble babi..waahahaha&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it got few responds.Hehe...kinda farnie lah,how a topic as silly as skinny pigs can get people talking.Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,i got pics to show how fat and skinny pigs can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/tribewoods.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/Sows%20with%20Piglets%20%2824%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The 'FAT' ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/Sows%20with%20Piglets%20%2877%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The 'THIN' ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hahaha..aint it funny??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Till another tale from moi..i'm pigged out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Muakakakaaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/boar0007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/IMG_0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P/S:Compare the 2 pics above...cam ada sama gitu??Wahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115590969220227953?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115590969220227953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115590969220227953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115590969220227953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115590969220227953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/08/tale-of-2-pigs-fat-and-non-fat.html' title='Tale Of 2 Pigs-the fat and the non-fat.'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115573098901451545</id><published>2006-08-16T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:20.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I didn't go to work today.Still feeling majorly sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Like i cannot tahan oredi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Going to the doctor soon.Gotta get my mc.Alangkah bagusnya kalau dapat 2 hari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But next week i'll be on 2 days leave again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115573098901451545?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115573098901451545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115573098901451545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115573098901451545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115573098901451545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/08/mc.html' title='MC'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115565131633961874</id><published>2006-08-15T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:20.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dolz...i wrote about the silly aunty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but forgot about the sick me part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm having a splitting headache.Takleh angkat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mcm nak demam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tu je.Wahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P.S: (Jaja-ur bday nanti eh dpt chocs?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;         (Syana-ntah...agaknya side effect dia tak?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115565131633961874?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115565131633961874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115565131633961874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115565131633961874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115565131633961874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah...'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115565072826198756</id><published>2006-08-15T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:20.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly aunty and a mad n sick me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have i told you how silly one of the 'makcik' at my werkplace is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly..is an understatement.Dumb would be the right word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept changing her opinion on things.And she kept saying she don't eat this lah,that lah but end up eating them when nobody is around.(I caught her doing it a few times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day,she brought along her camera to the party at the zoo.But the pictures turn out blurry..She blamed it on "uncle ni lah ", "ntah sapa" yg kacau2 the camera that day and cited, "Kad camera rosak".By saying kad camera she actualli meant the SD card.Duh..betol2 punya dumb,kalau card rosak gambar satu pun tak jadi lah dolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pics turn out well,ok lah.Not too nice but not too blurry.And hers turn out blurry...cept for one or two photos yang ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now nak tahu tadi pagi she ckp apa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She complained to my colleagues.. "Ni Ijah lah..kacau2 sebab tu kamera dia rosak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sia??I got dragged into this..Kanina lah betina gatal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i waited for her to mention it to me.The whole day i waited...but takde pun dia ckp.Kalau berani,cakap depan2 lah.Buat apa ckp belakang?Tak guna...tembak tak kena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that she tried talking to me..and ya know what i did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignore her completely.COMPLETELY...until she had to repeat what she said so many times sia..hahahaha..like selenger!And i boh layan.Freaking cruel sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And starting from today onwards,IGNORE is what i'll do.She try to kepo2 or whatever lah.senang je aku jawab.."Tak sangka ada org nasi tambah kat sini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if she talk about how she tak makan ni,tak makan tu..this is what i'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Au-au sak.World sak...banyak berbual banyak bohong arh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi during break and lunch time,she da kena da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate my food quickly and my other colleagues asked me kenapa i ate so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my answer was.."Takle angkat arh,bau busuk.Ada lalat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu baru sipi je...belum kena full blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i found out from another colleague,she wants to challenge me dancing when it comes to the annual dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..larat ke dia joget?Da tua tu buat lah hal tua..nanti tulang patah kesian plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lah,ni lah jadi kalau orang da tua tapi tak sedar diri da tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya know what Cik Zubaidah say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said maybe lah..this makcik is jealous of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealus of me?What's there to be jealous of?My over excessive fats on my body??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa sajer arh makcik...tapi tak heranlah,sedangkan dengan anak dia sendiri she nak challenge apatah lagi ni orang luar mcm me kan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agaknye lepas arwah suami dia meninggal trus otak dia tak betol kot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahuallam...Hanya Tuhan saja yang tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah enuff of this shit...nak tgk gambar makcik tu tak???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/1600/canon%201%20%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/1600/canon%201%20%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/canon%201%20%2824%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She is the one yang tak pakai headscarf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think she is crazy lah..Crazily vain and absolutely absurd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tata..Ciaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115565072826198756?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115565072826198756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115565072826198756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115565072826198756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115565072826198756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/08/silly-aunty-and-mad-n-sick-me.html' title='Silly aunty and a mad n sick me..'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115539497471068725</id><published>2006-08-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:20.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally..TAG jaja Wa sua bikin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;~Where do you live? ~my home lah,takkan kat longkang or atas pokok.&lt;br /&gt;~Latest addiction? ~Brownies from this place near my company&lt;br /&gt;~Song that you're listening right now? ~the mp3 list from Jaja's blogsite&lt;br /&gt;~What are you doing right now? ~ Doing this tag lah&lt;br /&gt;~Who was the last person you went out to eat with? ~ermm...hubby dearest&lt;br /&gt;~If you were a toy, what would you be? ~ wahaha...i wanna be a life size barbie doll&lt;br /&gt;~Where would you want to go on your honeymoon? ~doinks..performing haj togeder wud be perfect but for now,Langkawi here we come!!&lt;br /&gt;~What's your ringtone? ~ Too Phat ft Inul - How Me Seksi&lt;br /&gt;~What do you think a toblerone is? ~moi fave cheap choc sia..&lt;br /&gt;~What are you wearing right now? ~t shirt and kain batik..wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;~Do you wear contacts? ~ sukerr...tapi time raya je cos tu time melawa dan must appear vogue de vas!&lt;br /&gt;~What was the best advice ever given to you? ~ada mata pandang,ada telinga dgr ada mulut diam!&lt;br /&gt;~Can you drive? ~wahhaaha..xbox games and in my dreams!!&lt;br /&gt;~What are your plans? ~was mau tgk porn...lu mau ikut?+lol+watch tv lah..then sleep..and ouh,maybe sex.&lt;br /&gt;~Favourite Film? ~errmm...tak tahu mana satu fave,bnyk sgt!&lt;br /&gt;~Do you like to dance? ~wey sukeerrr...suker joget!!+jump ard like munkee+&lt;br /&gt;~Are you too shy to ask anyone out? ~lol..depends on who that person(s) is/are&lt;br /&gt;~Worst feeling in the world? ~ dejection...and then anger!&lt;br /&gt;~Worst sound? ~my empty tummy..wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;~What's the first thing you do when you wake up? ~Switch off the f*cking alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;~Roller coaster, scary or exciting? ~Exciting...tho d after effect is scary..wahaha&lt;br /&gt;~How many times do you let the phone ring before you answer it? ~immediately if it's sumone close,lambat2 kalau tak rapat,and not at all if it's sumone i hate.wacha!&lt;br /&gt;~Is the glass half full or half empty? ~half empty half full??who cares??&lt;br /&gt;~Your best physical feature? ~wa punya montotzz..sek dok!&lt;br /&gt;~Milk or white chocolate? ~boTh lah..aku hantu chocs..&lt;br /&gt;~Day or night? ~both..dua2 time boLeh stim and jeng jeng jeng...wacha!!&lt;br /&gt;~Summer or winter? ~ autumn...when it's not too hot or cold..&lt;br /&gt;~Cake or pie? ~did i ever mention aku ni hantu makan...batu,kayu dgn bakbi je aku tak mkn..&lt;br /&gt;~Diamonds or pearls? ~ diamOnds are fOrever!but i prefer GOLD GOLD GOLD!!+lol+&lt;br /&gt;~Sunrise or sunset? ~ err...sun tgh tinggi di atas kepala...dua2 tak sempat nak tgk&lt;br /&gt;~Have you ever broken a bone? ~hahhaa...nah..&lt;br /&gt;~You hate people who are? ~ forever trying to challenge with others...in the sense..nak challenge joget lah..wey..duncha know im the best dancer in ma company..wakakakkaaka&lt;br /&gt;~Do you believe in fighting? ~yeaPs..had heaps of fights with bro n hubby&lt;br /&gt;~What skill do you wish you had? ~invisibility...&lt;br /&gt;~Where are your favourite places? ~atas katil and jamban&lt;br /&gt;~Who sent you last sms? ~err..y cuzzie,Colin.&lt;br /&gt;~Last sms you sent to? ~my Brother..asking him to come over bwk makan..wa bnyk malas mau masak&lt;br /&gt;~Last person you talked on the phone? ~hubby...&lt;br /&gt;~People whom you chatted with last night? ~ntah smlm wa tido cepat...&lt;br /&gt;~Last photos you took with friends? ~smlm..time tgh sembahyang chinese nyer 7th month.&lt;br /&gt;~any plans of going out? ~ yah tOmOrO..to mum's place&lt;br /&gt;~What would you do after answering this bulletin? ~ maybe tido&lt;br /&gt;Last question: Your tag victims? ~~storm...ntah lah ..yg lain mcm da tak active aje..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115539497471068725?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115539497471068725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>The link to the pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here's the link to the pics taken from last Friday's event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let the pictures do the talking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabrielleayla.multiply.com/photos/album/31"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://gabrielleayla.multiply.com/photos/album/31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Outs~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115513656867074790?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115513656867074790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115513656867074790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115513656867074790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115513656867074790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/08/link-to-pics.html' title='The link to the pics'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115504928859636095</id><published>2006-08-08T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:19.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle People Party Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/1600/canon%201%20%2829%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/canon%201%20%2829%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/1600/canon%201%20%2820%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/canon%201%20%2820%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from a short break.Been meaning to update since the other day but have not been feeling too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is it the pics to the party that my werkplace hold the other day at the Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a marvellous time.Our table-which compromises of me,Kak Linda,Cik Zubaidah,Cik Sam,Cik Ali,Uncle Ah Tat,Uncle Challia,Pei Yin,Raja and Sarina(who went back at 8pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our table were the noisiest,won the most prizes and left the most mess afterwards.Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dance.It's the first time i actually danced during parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most important thing is I enjoyed myself thoroughly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115504928859636095?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115504928859636095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115504928859636095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115504928859636095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115504928859636095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/08/jungle-people-party-updates.html' title='Jungle People Party Updates'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115462263186213677</id><published>2006-08-04T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War with oneself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I went shopping today.And was having war with myself when buying the stuff.Should have browsed around first before settling for whatever stuff i bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tommorow is my company's Mid Year Party at Singapore Zoological Gardens aka ZOO lah doinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Grrggrr...of all places,kenapa zoo sak?Mcm takde tempat lain sey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok lah i gtg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sleePPppp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NyteSss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ZzZzZzZzZz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115462263186213677?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115462263186213677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115462263186213677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115462263186213677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115462263186213677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/08/war-with-oneself.html' title='War with oneself'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115453086742315295</id><published>2006-08-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:20:55.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is cruel as it already is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have you felt like life has been cruel to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wait a minute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let me tell you about the few things that happen over the last few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;About 6 weeks ago , sumtime around last month lah ,I boarded the feeder bus heading towards my home.Feeling tired and having the sudden urge to use the toilet , i boarded the bus when i normally walk from where my company's bus dropped me . It's just a 10 minutes walk . But feeling tired that day , i took the bus. The bus was a bendy bus...you guys know which one right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok..so the story goes- i boarded the bus and immediately head for the back cos there were many empty seats there.I took my seat in front of this small boy , probably around 3 to 5 years old.The moment i took my seat,he started taunting me with words like "Gemuk","Eee..GEMOKnya","Nanti bus pancit.." etc2.Words that hurt.Of course i felt embarrassed and hurt.I mean,if he hadn't not said the words to me,i would probably be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I kept mum.Whilst trying to control my temper and "water face"i pretended to sms and curse and swear in my heart that i had loaned my mp3 player to my brother.If i had an mp3 player,i can just stuff my ear with loud music and ignore his tauntings.But that day,unfortunately,i had no mp3 player to 'block' the tauntings out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The funny thing is,that lil boy aunt and sis(who is ard 8) were sitting at the seat on the other side of the bus..They tried to shut him up,by asking him to shut up lah,threatening him,etc.But he simply went on and on...I was on the verge of turning to smile at the lil boy when the sister came over to him and gave him a tight slap on his face.And that made things more worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Whilst previously,when he taunted me people were looking at me and him.Now he was crying like god knows what sey...more peoples' attention was on him and me.Even whilst crying,his tauntings didn't stop.He kept saying he's gonna report what his sister did to him to his father.But the aunt said even if he did that he is still gonna get punished by his dad.Then they drop at the bus stop that i normally drop off and not wanting to create a situation,i decided to drop at the last bus stop(wich is also near my home).Before getting off,the aunt said "kak,mintak maaf eh" to me.In spite of me wanting to say "Sorry but i don't understand malay." , i said "nvm...it's okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In my heart i felt hurt to know that such a small angelic looking boy can cause so much as a feeling of dejection in me.And for a moment,i actually hated myself for being FAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know that no one has the right to make you feel bad.But...i dunnolah,maybe i'm getting more sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then there's this one more occasion at werk.Involving the ever so "beautiful" Cik Muna and Cik Midah.It was a conversation lah amongst us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cik Midah:"GEMOK nya Ijah..take jeles ke tgk Cik Midah dengan Cik Muna lawa2,slim2.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Cik Muna sniggering beside her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me:"Takpelah,kalau gemok sihat ok pe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trus angkat kaki and jalan.Malas nak layan orang camni,carik dosa orang pepagi buta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wanted to answer what u know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Takpelah Ijah gemok,tapi umur dan hati Ijah muda.Jgn jadi slim dan lawa tapi tua.Dalah tua tak sedar diri,ingat masih muda.Kubur kata mari,rumah kata pergi lagi mau cantik2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I held my tongue too many times at work.Being the youngest worker there is no fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kalau lah dorang sebaya me,mmg da kena dah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nasib smuer pangkat mokcik2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jadi kena RES-PEPEK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Blah lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There is no harm and wrong in being FAT,big size,gemok etc.Being fat means there's more of us to love.And no one can make you feel bad about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am happy with the way I am.Though wanting to achieve the figure i had 10 years ago,I'm still happy the way I am now.At least I have a husband who loves me much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oklah enuff pot pet pot pet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Life is beautiful,no matter how u see it.Life is a gift,no one has the right to determine your life.Live life to the fullest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115453086742315295?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115453086742315295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115453086742315295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115453086742315295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115453086742315295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-is-cruel-as-it-already-is.html' title='Life is cruel as it already is...'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115423188852881004</id><published>2006-07-30T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:19.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punyalah tak der idea nak memblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I really dun haf any idea what to blog abt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So i'll just update u guys abt what i did this weekend(wich is yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went to MIL place,to visit DIL yg sakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then proceeded to Sim Lim with SIL.Bought hubby's lightscribe dvd writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After it was to our usual haunt-Sim Lim Foodcourt for our fave food,Naan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then it jalan2,snap2 pics and shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bought t-shirts,earrings...then jln2 tanpa arah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went to The Durian aka Esplanade,ada live band performing.Some local band...sound system power!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Took many2 pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haha..had an overall fun time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And kita da mcm tourist siak...sampai ada org tanya.."hello,are you from maldives??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Like.."Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Actualli he didnt ask us,he asked hubby that question.LoL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And bloody soddy heck sia...this stupid blogger dun wanna upload my pics..kaneBO betoL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P.S:MIL-mum in law,DIL-dad in law,SIL-sis in law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115423188852881004?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115423188852881004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115423188852881004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115423188852881004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115423188852881004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/07/punyalah-tak-der-idea-nak-memblog.html' title='Punyalah tak der idea nak memblog'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115383935983722174</id><published>2006-07-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:19.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Only someone who has lived or is living in Singapore can appreciate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here's something to cheer you up&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In Singapore,the majority of us live in &lt;em&gt;Highly Dangerous Building(HDB),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And most people have already got used to&lt;em&gt; Paying and Paying(PAP).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not only do you have to pay,you&lt;em&gt; Pay Until Bankrupt(PUB).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If that's not enough,somebody still&lt;em&gt; Purposely Wants to Dig(PWD)&lt;/em&gt; and get some more from you&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So what more can you do when you are in the&lt;em&gt; Money Only Environment(MOE)?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;With the current&lt;em&gt; Mad Accounting System(MAS),&lt;/em&gt;you are forced to&lt;em&gt; Pay the Sum Ahead(PSA),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Which will leave some people &lt;em&gt;Permanently Owing Some Banks(POSB).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And forced to live on the&lt;em&gt; Loan Techniques Always(LTA) &lt;/em&gt;system&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When you fall sick and happen to be admitted to a&lt;em&gt; Money Operating Hospital(MOH),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You might be able to use your&lt;em&gt; Cash Prior to Funeral(CPF) &lt;/em&gt;fund&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If your are out of luck,you may meet doctors who&lt;em&gt; Never Use Heart(NUH)&lt;/em&gt; to treat you&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And you will be&lt;em&gt; Sure to Give up Hope(SGH).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To help ease the traffic,motorists have to pay&lt;em&gt; Cash On Expressway(COE).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If that doesn't help,they can always&lt;em&gt; Eternally Raise Prices(ERP)&lt;/em&gt; on the roads&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you don't own a car,you can always make a&lt;em&gt; Mad Rush to the Train(MRT),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OR get squashed in a bus&lt;em&gt; Side By Side(SBS).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lastly,under all these pressures,there are not many places we can relax,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not even the good old place we used to go because it has become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Expensive and Nothing To See Actually(SENTOSA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115383935983722174?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115383935983722174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115383935983722174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115383935983722174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115383935983722174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/07/interesting.html' title='Interesting!'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115366607428477211</id><published>2006-07-23T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:19.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love Las Vegas!...the tv series lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cos they always have like special appearance by stars...lol..realli cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This week its Lil Jon.A pioneer of the subgenre of hip hop known as 'crunk'(a combination of elements of Bounce Music, Southern hip hop and bass music), as well as for screaming 3 words repeatedly throughout songs: "What!!", "OKaaayyy" and "Yeaaah!". His group, Lil Jon &amp; the East Side Boyz, is one of crunk's most notable acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeeaaahhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cool siak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chatting with Tengku Diana,a fren who is a Singaporean now living in Brunei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And i badly need to berak lah..how how how???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I dun wanna miss the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gggrrr..salah timing lah ni perut buat hal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BlueeeKKkkk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;+ProooooooooooooooooooooooooTtttttttttttttttttt....+(imitating the sound my fart is making)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I badly need to use the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Too Doo Loooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115366607428477211?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115366607428477211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115366607428477211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115366607428477211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115366607428477211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/07/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115361885577287040</id><published>2006-07-23T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:19.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love TagS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i love tags..esp wen i have absolutely no idea what to blog about.lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Can you name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1) Iskandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2) Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3) Jariyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4) Mamat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5) Norsiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6) Zubaidah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7) Wana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8) Lysa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9) Errin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10) June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11) Yaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12) Nordin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13) Saine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;14) Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15) Norrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;16) Yati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17) Meichun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;18) Val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;19) Mohali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20) Sarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;21) Sahari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. How did you meet 14?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;14 is Julia. She is my childhood fren. Met her again years after we lost contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6 is Zubaidah,she is my colleague.She is way older than me and I call her Cik,instead of her name.I know I would still be clueless abt religion if not for her.She gave me the right sense of direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20 is Sarina &amp; 9 is Errin. they date? hah!! both are females...and totally opposites.unless they're lesbians lah...hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Did you ever like 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5 is Norsiah. well she is my mum in law. yes,i like her very much..love would be the right word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Would 3 and 12 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 is Jariyah &amp;amp; 12 is Nordin. He is my dad. she is my mum. of course they are!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Describe 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8 is Lysa. he is hubby's baby sis. She is one who has all the 'brain' but doesn't use them. she is sweet and adorable yet rebellious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Do you think 13 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13 is Saine. He is my DIL-Daddy In Law. He is a kind hearted man. Very responsible .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Attractive??LoL...Dunno leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. Tell me something about 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17 is Mei Chun. she is my colleague. a very nice lady/aunty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. Do you know any of 4's family members?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4 is Mamat. hmmm.. of course lah i do,he's my baby cuzzin :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. What's 21's favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;21 is Sahari. well, i dunno wat is his favourite colour cuz im not close to him. heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. What would you do if 18 confessed to liking you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;18 is Val. well she is a fren in secondary school. if she confess liking me, i'll confess back to her too dat i like her. aftall she is a great fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. What language does 20 speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20 is Sarina. she speaks mandarin,hokkien/cantonese,malay and english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9 is Errin. she's my SIL-sister in law.Happily married to her hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;14. What grade is 16 in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;16 is Yati. she is in no grade school anymore. she is a working lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15. When's the last time you talked to 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 is Jariyah. my mum. last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;16. What perfume does number 2 uses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 is Wan, my baby brother. he uses any perfume if he thinks he stinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17. Would you ever date 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 is Wana. well she's an ex colleague and fren.wonder when we will ever fulfil the date we said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we wud have?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;18. Would you ever date 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1 is Iskandar. well he is my love aftall. so i'll date him as and wen i wan. i'll date him forever till infinity!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;19. Is 15 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15 is Norrina. nope she is not single. she has Iswandi.They're getting married this August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20. What's 19's last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;19 is Mohali. he haf no last name. i dunno his full name lah..but he's my wawa(baweanese for granpa) at werk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;21. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11 is my fren,Yaya. i cant never be in a relationship with her. 1. cuz she is a girl. 2. she attached and im married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;22. What school does 3 goes to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 is again my mum. no school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;23. Where does 10 lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10 is June. she used to stay in toh guan but shifted liaoz..back to woodlands!! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;24. What's your favourite thing about 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10 is again June. i like her voice...she has very gd voice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;25. Have you ever seen number 1 naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1 is my my hubby,Iskandar.Seen him naked...oh yeah i have!! hehe.. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;People whom i want them to do all these will be ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Syana,adeQ,eLite....errmm...anyone lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FeninGzss kepala ana!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115361885577287040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115361885577287040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115361885577287040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-tags.html' title='Love TagS'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115357090295702523</id><published>2006-07-22T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:19.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Did a major cleaning up of my home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked after like 3 weeks tk masak.LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asam Pedas Ayam and Stir Fried Mixed Veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy...hubby suruh masak cos da lama i never cook.Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the re-run of SI(Singapore Idol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yah...no fun lah this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them sucks!Particularly Jasmine and i personally think she shud be out,not Gayle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my entire watching SI this season,this is the first time I actualli liked Hady Mirza.Cos I liked the song he sang..Maria Maria By Santana.And he is actualli ok-ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with June yester at KFC.I actualli tot her new home is sumwhere near Vista Point.Skali it so the very near Admiralty Mrt lah..Wahahahahaha...can meet regularly lah like this!!LoL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apek servicing aircon is here.Evauating our aircon condition.Cos for the last few weeks,all 3 aircons buat hal.Tak sejuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$$$ must be out again.Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...it's a boring boring Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did Vira's tag already but it was lost when i wanted to post it up.Like freaking shitty sia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115357090295702523?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115357090295702523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115357090295702523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115357090295702523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115357090295702523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/07/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115305952037528067</id><published>2006-07-16T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:19.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny clip...</title><content type='html'>This is a funny clip i saw on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shud see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tersebut jadi bewakabut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jatuh Talak jadi jatuh kereta tolak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas kawin jadi isi kambing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSjWdEaIjxE" width="250" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115305952037528067?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115305952037528067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115305952037528067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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whilst browsing thru the mp3 collection i have,i stumbled upon songs which were my anthem back when i was a teenage girl-all bubbly and bobbish.Moody and moodish.At times filled with teen angst and sumtimes being too overly cheerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Songs from Oasis,Bob Marley,Lauryn Hill...etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've put up the vids on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went out with hubby after he returned from a 2 weeks reservist stint.Jln2 carik mkn and also wanted to shop for running shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Initial plan was to go to Orchard-Paragon to be exact.But when the bus stopped at Tekka Mall,we rushed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The reason?Hubby lah nak terkucil,dah tak tahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So cut short our trip to Orchard,we went to ... where else..but our usual haunt-Mustafa Centre.Bought a running shoe for himself.We're dieting now..he's starting tomoro.ME??ntahlah....dunno lah.hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And now thanks to the 2 cans of Red Bull that i drank-i am now very the hyper.Can't sleep.So i'll do Vira's tag laterzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115298024687761151?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115298024687761151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115298024687761151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115298024687761151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115298024687761151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/07/taggedshagged-and-very-hyper.html' title='Tagged,shagged and very hyper'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115248532168862947</id><published>2006-07-10T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:19.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok..let's face it-im currently awake and not going to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Simple-i stayed up to watch the World Cup Finals.Yes,yes Italy against France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was rooting for France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Right till the part when Zidane sorta like head-butted one of the Italian player and got a red card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In my heart,i knew this is the end.Henry was substituted by another France player earlier on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And my predictions were right.From extra time of like what seemed like an eternity,to the penalty shoot outs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I so badly want France to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But heck...congrats to Italy for winning the World Cup for the 4th time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Forza Italia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115248532168862947?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115248532168862947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115248532168862947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115248532168862947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115248532168862947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup.html' title='World Cup'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115244952998206277</id><published>2006-07-09T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:19.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She looked so lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/1600/DSCI0018.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/DSCI0018.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/1600/DSCI0019.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/DSCI0019.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If only i had not sampai there late..i would be able to catch a photo with her.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She looked so beautiful today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Like an angel.Like a princess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love her loads.Like my own sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And meeting Yaya there was stupendous though I could see many changes in her which i didn't like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Funny how time changes everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Couldn't see the other peeps there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When I saw her,seeing how beautiful she looks brought tears to my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We grew up together.From being teenagers bugged with homework,till we were adults bugged with relationship problems.Who would have guess we would finally be here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Totally in another different chapter of our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru To Junainah Jamal and Abdul Halim Bin Abdul Shukur.Semoga mahligai yang kalian bina kukuh ke syurga. Semoga dimurahkan rezeki,dipanjangkan usia dan dibawah lindungan Allah sentiasa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Welcome to the Club!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/1600/DSCI0011.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/DSCI0011.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The couple singing 'Dua Insan'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/1600/DSCI0014.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/DSCI0014.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cutting the Wedding Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/1600/DSCI0013.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7283/950/320/DSCI0013.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amin Ya Rabbal Alamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115244952998206277?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115244952998206277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115244952998206277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115244952998206277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115244952998206277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-looked-so-lovely.html' title='She looked so lovely'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115192719482900179</id><published>2006-07-03T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:18.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm looking forward for this weekend.Wanna know why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My best buddy is getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That's 3 down and 1 more to go-I got hitched in 2003,Val in 2004,June getting married this weekend.So we're left with Yaya,whom I think is gonna get hitched in 2-3 years time.First Sista(Me) got hitched,3rd Sista(Val) and 2nd Sista(June) are already settled down.Bila gaknye Yaya's turn eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I so can't wait for this weekend to come.Her solemnisation ceremony is taking place on Saturday,8 pm.I wanted to go but have something up later that nite.So i guess I'll just go for the walimatul urus aje lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways..yesterday's trip to Larkin went with no glitch.The total for my bajus is around 170RM,which is like cheaper than I expected.Really...I expected one of the baju to cost like 200RM sia...And it onli cost me 110RM.Cheap kan?Paid a deposit of 70RM,so i'm left with 100RM.Can't wait to see the outcome lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I put on weight.Like majorly.If i was overweight,now i'm excessively overweight.I need to lose some kilos.Anyone has any ideas??Like what kinda excercise?Maintain makan?Pills?Anything lah..as long as tak memudaratkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Am i being freakingly kiasu?Like Puasa belum sampai and I already sent my bajus out for tailoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok..nak makan tempe and tgk TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Toodles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115192719482900179?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115192719482900179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115192719482900179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115192719482900179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115192719482900179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/07/lah.html' title='Lah...'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115185255996224763</id><published>2006-07-02T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:18.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I need sleep..my legs are aching from all the walking done in JB..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I need to sleep..ZzzZzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115185255996224763?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115185255996224763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115185255996224763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115185255996224763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115185255996224763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/07/zzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzz'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115180600799718009</id><published>2006-07-02T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:18.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm supposed to be on my way to JB now.But thinking the shop will onli be open at 11 am,why not laze around first.Me and hubby are the onli ones going.Nak anta kain.Not for any special occasion,just that the cloth has been lying there in my wardrobe for ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yesterday while me and hubby was at Causeway Point,we ran out of cash.What's left in our wallets were just a few cents.And kita nak belikan makan for MIL(mum in law).So we proceeded to Civic Centre to withdraw some $$$ cause the ATMs over at CWP had long Qs.Then while we were on the way there(at the junction if the zebra crossing at CWP and the traffic light),I saw the ice cream man and thus wanted some ice cream to cool myself.So hubby was digging(read this-DIGGING) into his coin pouch and came up with a dollar.Then suddenly from nowhere came this man...who apparently was asking for donations for the Jamiyah Orphanage or something like that lah cos i didnt have a chance to see the coupon as the man flip it open and close it back in a matter of seconds.So hubby told him lah.."Alamak bang,saya takde duit..."Before hubby could even finish his sentence,the man said this.."Tak nak donate kan,cakap je.." and walk off.When he was walking away,he turned his head 45 degrees to look at me and mumbled something totally unexpected.He was cursing us sia!!!Like WTH...we didn't say we didn't wanna donate.We had no cash with us and the coupon cost like $5.If he had not walked off,we would asked him to follow us to Civic Centre and wait for us to withdraw our cash.Ni tak...he simply made assumptions sia...if i ever see him again,i wanna ask him this question-"Ur doing a good deed here.Why spoil it by cursing others?" translated "Pakcik buat amal jariah dgn menjual coupon amal.Da satu pahala.Tapi kena carik dosa dengan memaki orang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's a pity we lost him in the crowd.After that incident,me and hubby simply had no mood.Like our mood was happy2...skali goes down to like zilch,nada.Totally down.We felt so guilty for not having spare cash with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't understand lah orang2 macam ni.Macam tak ikhlas je buat keje amal tu.Tsk tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Till another time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Toodles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115180600799718009?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115180600799718009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115180600799718009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115180600799718009'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mates like Gavin(who was from another class and had no idea who i was).And from him,I managed to get hold of Ailing,Yew Tong,Juan Ye,Sieng Hoon and few others.It's nice to know they're doing fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Back in 1995-98,i couldn't imagine them as university grads or even hold a post so serious.But here they are now,all grown up and mature.It feels like it was just yesterday that we were pimply teenagers with BGR problems,trying to find our own identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was a dream of mine to be able to get in touch with my schoolmates.And to actually get in touch with just the few mates sorta made me feel exhilarated.Guess what time i slept yesterday?2 plus in the morning...and i woke up late for work.LoL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways...have wedding to go to this Saturday.Lazy lah...cos hubby will be doing the interview thingy for the couple.And most probably i will have to go alone or with mum and bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Can't wait for this weekend,it's our week and i wanna watch MOVIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Work sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115141873064772981?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115106198428750376</id><published>2006-06-23T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:18.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merci beaucoup peeps!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1.my name: Wan Katijah Bte Wan Nordin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2.hobbies:sleeping,eating,shopping,munching...my hobbies consists of eating mostly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3.school / work: Viz Branz Pte Ltd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4.horoscope: Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;5.hair colour: blackie brownie&lt;br /&gt;6.eye colour: blackie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7.skin colour: chocolate flavoured eh salah coloured ehhehehehe&lt;br /&gt;8.status: blissfully married&lt;br /&gt;9.last 5 digit of your mobile no: 48600&lt;br /&gt;10.when's your Birthday: 13th January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;have you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;11.tried smoking? : yup...quit a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;12.drink alcohol? : nope...and don't intend to&lt;br /&gt;13.been hurt emotionally? : any clever questions out there?&lt;br /&gt;14.kept a secret from anyone? : yupz yupz, everyone has their dirty lil secret&lt;br /&gt;15.there is no number 15 so move on...&lt;br /&gt;16.been on stage? : yeah...for some band comp me n buds enter donkey years ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;favourites..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;17. colour: pinky and the brain brain brain&lt;br /&gt;18. food: aniting containing chicken&lt;br /&gt;19. number: 7 &amp; 13&lt;br /&gt;20. cartoons: As told by Ginger,Lizzie McGuire,Magic Schoolbus..list goes on &amp;amp; on&lt;br /&gt;21. song: Bacholerette by Bjork,which i have playing here&lt;br /&gt;22. movie: romantic comedies, occasionally adventure&lt;br /&gt;23. subject: lets talk about S** baby! no no ehhehehe i like to talk abt life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;24. wearing: undergarments...hahaha!i'm on my bed wearing whats most comfy&lt;br /&gt;25. hairstyle: pony-tailed&lt;br /&gt;26. looking at: looking at the damn monitor&lt;br /&gt;27. thinking of: that merci chocs hubby brought back.&lt;br /&gt;28. listening to: hubby's drilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;do you believe in....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;29. love: definitely&lt;br /&gt;30. faith: LIKE DUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;31. yourself: yes..most of the time&lt;br /&gt;32. ghosts: OF COURSE!!&lt;br /&gt;33. angels: YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;in the last 24 hours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;34. worn jeans: yesterday...jeans skirt to work&lt;br /&gt;35. cleaned your room: nope&lt;br /&gt;36. cried: nope...&lt;br /&gt;37. met someone new: errrr...hahahaha...nope&lt;br /&gt;38. last person I talk to on the phone: my hubby la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;love life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;39. do you believe in love: am i having double vision? this was asked earlier on rite?&lt;br /&gt;40. have a secret admirer: if its a secret how would i know?&lt;br /&gt;41. do you wanna get married: lalalalalalalallalala...so obvious lah!&lt;br /&gt;42. how old you wanna be when you get married: by 23 it was planned,but got hitched 2 yrs earlier&lt;br /&gt;43. how old you wanna be when you have your kids: possibly now...but...it doesn't really matter lah how old i'll be&lt;br /&gt;44. how many kids do you want: 4...2 gorgeous gals and 2 babelicious boys&lt;br /&gt;45. would you have kids before marriage: nope..buat malu kompeni je!&lt;br /&gt;46. do you have a crush: yeah. men on the fields.. sweating, running after one ball&lt;br /&gt;47. what do you want most in a relationship?: honesty and trust and understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;in random..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;48. your favourite local footballer: local ah...ok..ex beau Zack&lt;br /&gt;49. 3 people you would run to if you are stressed: hubby,bro,mum&lt;br /&gt;50. 3 things you would do if you are stressed: talk like crazy,eat(binge) and sleep&lt;br /&gt;51. 3 prominent qualities of yours: lazy,egocentric,single-minded&lt;br /&gt;52. what would you do if you have a million dollars? : get married and travel the world with my family and love and start my own business&lt;br /&gt;53. are you a jealous or an insecure freak?: sumtimes :P&lt;br /&gt;54. your favourite teacher in sec school: hhmm...mr bambang.does it haf to be 1?oh yeah and i love mr kevin browning(english lang teacher)&lt;br /&gt;55. people you'd like to see doing this? :hhhmmm...those who read my blog..UR TAGGED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok guys...YOU'RE IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115106198428750376?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115106198428750376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115106198428750376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115106198428750376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115106198428750376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/06/merci-beaucoup-peeps.html' title='merci beaucoup peeps!!'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115090501718734258</id><published>2006-06-21T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:18.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can i say something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Errrhhmmm...can i say something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Can or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who cares what you think...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is my blog...so i can say whatever i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y'all not happy??Get the hell outta here.Click that X at the top right hand corner of your laptop/pc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Can someone(someone??),I mean can everyone don't vote for this week's Singapare Idols 7 gals.They can't sing!Even my grandmother can sing better than them.If she's still alive and kicking,I bet she'd kicked all the 7 gals butt out of the competition.Spare them the shame.Well that is if the Singapore Idol age limit stretches to 100.heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I mean what happen to Charmaine??What happen to her strong vocals?I was gonna root for her.But now I changed my mind.I'm not voting for any of the gals this week.And those in the crowds who screamed and shout  and cheer and "watever u call that noise" the contestants names..must be tone-deaf.Duh..like can u even hear them sing with all that noise you are making??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm not asking the crowds to stay mum or keep quiet but at least give the contestants some face lah.They're singing for goodness sake,the very least u cud do is not make a lot of noise.Can't even hear them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok..i just watched the short clip on the gals short performance and which number to call/sms to vote for them.I changed my mind.Mathilda is ok lah.Just okay..not superb.But looking at how Singaporeans are...i shall not say much.Singaporeans tend to vote based on looks.heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok...sleep time oredi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sleep tite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wunder if i can wake up tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115090501718734258?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115090501718734258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115090501718734258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115090501718734258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115090501718734258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-i-say-something.html' title='Can i say something?'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115088075750334975</id><published>2006-06-21T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let's talk about conscience...all of us have conscience.It's that feeling of remorse and maybe guilt when we've felt like we've done something wrong or something that goes against our moral precepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commonly used metaphors refer to the "voice of conscience" or "voice within".Org melayu kata "suara hati".Heck...so how do we avoid these kinda feelings?The answer is we can't.We either have to live with it or don't do anything against our ethics or morals.We can't reason with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this could lead to the questions like "Do I obey my military/leader, or do I follow my own sense of right and wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscience can prompt different people in quite different directions, depending on their beliefs, suggesting that while the capacity for conscience is probably genetically determined, its subject matter is probably learnt, or imprinted, like language, as part of a culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once asked me,"How do u managed to execute some commands or say something truthful to other people and not care about your conscience?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I live each day thinking about what i had done or say to other people.Maybe things that hurt their feelings or were unpleasant to them.In other words-i live with the guilt everyday.I don't shrug it off because I know I can't.I simply lived with the feeling each day and it becomes a reminder to me.So that the next time I don't shoot my mouth off.Or whatever.In other words it makes me be a little bit wiser u may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a typical Muslim family.Who practices typical malay customs and also practices a so-so muslims ethics.Not strict but a so-so ethical values.I don't do things that goes against the ethics of being a muslim.But i admit I'm a bit quick temper and tend to give commands that are unpleasant or might even hurt others.Or worst I sumtimes shoot my mouth off when I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;And many have been the target of that.Yes even hubby love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that I live with the fact that i hurt someone's feelings.I didn't care at the point of saying it cos I just wanted to get my message through.But after seeing the person sad face or maybe in hubby love's case -sulk and put on a 'face'.I dunno how to pujuk,console etc2.Even saying sorry is hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus that leads to me living with remorse or guilt.I shud learn to say sorry more often.And probably pujuk memujuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I didn't go to work today.I woke up late...and realli wasnt in the mood to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I need a change of environment.Realli i do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Start earning myself some dough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Realli i shud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115088075750334975?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115088075750334975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115088075750334975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115088075750334975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115088075750334975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/06/conscience.html' title='Conscience'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115081291682398634</id><published>2006-06-20T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:18.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Contrary to what some people believed or say..I'm still here.I'm not M.I.A.Still here but just a bit busy (and lazy) to blog or even switch on the laptop.LoL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways...life's so mundane.It's the same thing over and over again.Tadi Mei Chun tak dtg keje.I was supposedly to go to table 5,then its Kak Linda and Mary to the rescue.Thank God!!I don't like the ppl from table number 5.Esp the younger one of the 2 siblings..heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My brother came over last weekend after not talking to me for about 3 weeks.I've not been over to mum's place either.I think I oughta get my butt there this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hubby's going for his reservist soon.That means I'm gonna be left home alone for at least 2 weeks.Not like for the whole 2 weeks lah,he'll be on a 24 hour shift then back home for 2 days or something like that lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Actualli I oughta go now.CSI's showing on teevee leh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tata!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115081291682398634?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115081291682398634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115081291682398634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115081291682398634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115081291682398634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here...'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115056289479624472</id><published>2006-06-18T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:18.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another thing to tag others by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 schools i went to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1-PAP Blk 111 Wdls&lt;br /&gt;2-Fuchun Primary&lt;br /&gt;3-Fuchun Secondary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things in my handbag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Purse&lt;br /&gt;2-Keys&lt;br /&gt;3-Handphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things i do when im stressed:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Eat..yes,i binge when i'm stressed&lt;br /&gt;2-Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3-Talk a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things i do on daily basis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Bathe&lt;br /&gt;2-Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3-Eat...(hahahaha...!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 favourite fruits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1-Honeydew&lt;br /&gt;2-Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;3-Jambu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 names i go by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Ayang(hub calls me tis)&lt;br /&gt;2-Kathy(frens call me this)&lt;br /&gt;3-Ijah(colleagues n sedara calls me tis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of my fav food:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-McSpicy(Mcdonald's..i'm lovin' it)&lt;br /&gt;2-Laksa Baba(Yummy...!!)&lt;br /&gt;3-Beef Hor Fun(Slurrppssss...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things i'm wearing now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1-shorts&lt;br /&gt;2-undergarments&lt;br /&gt;3-t shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is in the house with me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby,who's in the toilet doing business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am i thinking of right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did i last talk to the phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did i seat during my 5th period in class:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.ace(my buddy all thruout teen years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person i uttered love to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby..whom i sumtimes call "my LOVE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do i wish i am with right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum.i miss her loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who gets on my nerves most in school:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shud i mention them??nah...let it onli be known to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is my phone?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here with me...beside the laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do i sleep?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my comfy bed in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is the place i took a ride to?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing i ate?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggi Goreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What colour shirt am i wearing now?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the closest item to me that is blue?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's bantal bucuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do i like most about school?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap n nice food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my fav colour?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink,black,blue,purple..most fav wud be blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do i wear more often? Jeans or shorts?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last movie i watched?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eEeerrr..aiyo..ages ago sia,think it was Ice Age 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did i start school?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At the tender age of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did i last go to the mall?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did i last burn something?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;errr...LLLLoooonnngggg time ago...cant remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 bloggers to do this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NaJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AdeQ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;aYuni aka meoW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115056289479624472?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115056289479624472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115056289479624472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115056289479624472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115056289479624472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-thing-to-tag-others-by.html' title='another thing to tag others by...'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115054520985436086</id><published>2006-06-17T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:18.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the tag im able to do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 stuff u want to know abt me(or maybe nt..wateva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1-Am married(most ppl dunno tis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2-loves eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3-may appear cool but is actually the opposite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4-loves to jalan2 with loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5-loves singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6-loves dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7-book freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 things that scare me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1-dying or death(wich is inevitable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2-falling(i.e terpelecok,tergelincir..falling flat on my butt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3-roaches(eeuuu...fear of them sia..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4-getting lost(i haf always had a gd sense of direction)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5-losing my memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6-the unknown(i.e ghosts/spirits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7-getting sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 random music im listening to at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1-Tanpa Kekasihku(Agnes Monica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2-Unfaithful(Rihanna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3-Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xin(both versions by theresa teng n david tao)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4-Maneater(Nelly Furtado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5-Just For My Mum(S07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6-Champagne Supernova(Oasis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7-Breakfast At Tiffany's(Deep Blue Something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 things/persons i like/love most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1-hubby love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2-chocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3-music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4-hols n weekends(i get to rest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5-eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6-singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7-animals(cept for roaches of any kind!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 things i say the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1-Allahu Akhbar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2-Astaghfirullah Al Azim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3-Bismillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4-Lepas tu...(lepas tu three lah.heh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5-wuteva..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6-freaking arsehole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7-jeez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 people you want to do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1-Wanawacky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2-Syana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3-eL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4-aGee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5-eMAs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6-loLLy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7-medusSa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;heck...finally sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115054520985436086?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115054520985436086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115054520985436086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115054520985436086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115054520985436086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-tag-im-able-to-do.html' title='Finally the tag im able to do..'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-115045820684366540</id><published>2006-06-16T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:18.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuoid dumbass</title><content type='html'>dalah penat2 type ..stupid freaking kanina..blogsite..everthing gone down the drain..kanina lah...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go and die lah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-115045820684366540?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/115045820684366540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=115045820684366540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115045820684366540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/115045820684366540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/06/stuoid-dumbass.html' title='stuoid dumbass'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621664.post-114995457308760841</id><published>2006-06-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:13:17.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsensicals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I just got back from a fren's engagement ceremony.She looked so sweettt.Clad in an all white dress with a veil,she looked like an angel.Simply purely magnifico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After many failed relationships,i'm glad that she is now with a great guy who cherishes her a lot.I'm looking forward towards her wedding which will be held...eerr..when ekh?That I have to conferm with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Met with Sharin and Raihanna too.It's been quite sum time since i last met Raihanna,and meeting her tonight was nice.I tink we shud do this more often-i mean meeting up.Catch up with each other,it's been quite sum time since we last gossip about the rest of the gang eh?LoL...Should do the Biatches Get Together again one of these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seeing Rin n Rai together today sorta brought tears to my eyes.IF ONLY they are still togeder.Why IF ONLY?Because they're no longer in a relationship.I think of them as the perfect couple.They broke off mid 2004.I still am hoping to see them back together again.But..i don't know,it's just my wish.Cos they seem so right togeder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways..tomorow hubby has a project so i'll be left alone at home... K lah kepala pening...wil load the pics once i have transfer them to the pc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CheerS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11621664-114995457308760841?l=fomywim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/feeds/114995457308760841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11621664&amp;postID=114995457308760841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/114995457308760841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11621664/posts/default/114995457308760841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomywim.blogspot.com/2006/06/nonsensicals.html' title='Nonsensicals...'/><author><name>Kathy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00232950828355323344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
