<?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-848894980231634887</id><updated>2012-01-21T10:18:20.965+08:00</updated><category term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><category term='Cars'/><category term='Chef SaeWei'/><category term='Lovey Dovey Talk'/><category term='Hunk Of The Month'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='Movie Break'/><category term='Tags And Memes'/><category term='Fashionista'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Artsy Fartsy'/><category term='Jetsetter Not'/><category term='Serious Stuffs'/><category term='Tutorial'/><category term='SaeWei And Friends'/><category term='Singing Sensation'/><category term='Ads'/><category term='Season&apos;s Greeting'/><category term='Games Addict'/><category term='Baby Talks'/><category term='Product Review : Beauty'/><category term='Photographer Wanna-be'/><category term='Shameless Photos'/><category term='House Moving Drama'/><category term='Me And My Hubby'/><category term='Food Review'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Foods'/><category term='Writing Skills'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='I&apos;m Trying To Be Funny'/><category term='Being Me'/><title type='text'>Mama Genie's</title><subtitle type='html'>A lovely &amp;amp; devoted wife. 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An aspiring award winning fashion(wedding) designer resides in Petaling Jaya, Malaysia.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>323</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3203011392488827936</id><published>2011-07-28T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T18:00:32.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tutorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Fartsy'/><title type='text'>Tutorial : DIY Floral Hairband</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you guys how to make floral hairband by using felts. I used to buy a lot of hairbands when my hair was much longer. And then mass produced hairbands' quality are usually kinda crappy because the ribbons, flowers and whatever details that stuck on the hairband usually come out in a week or two. So I now actually have like 3 hairbands with nothing on it because the whatever embellishments had came out. So this is like a mini hairband refurbishment project for me. Economy no good, have to re-furbish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then recently, I've been trying my hands on felt crafts and I had kinda felt in &amp;hearts; with it. Because it's so colorful and so nice. And then since I am so artsy fartsy like that, I am planning to do more tutorials on crafty stuffs. Hope you like my first tutorial ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5984188846/" title="08 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6132/5984188846_c19b410ed0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="08 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felted Floral Hairband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the &lt;s&gt;ingredients&lt;/s&gt; materials that you need to DIY your own hairband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5983633601/" title="01 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6024/5983633601_1bac5e2706.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="01 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Felts (in color of you choice, I am a pink fanatic, so I've used two shades of pink here. You can use just one color also.)&lt;br /&gt;2) Plain Hairband (If you can't find any, tear out the embellishments from your new hairband. :P)&lt;br /&gt;3) Crystals/Pearls/Beads/Whatever you want to put in the middle&lt;br /&gt;4) Flower Template (You can download and print the template at the end of this post.)&lt;br /&gt;5) UHU Glue (Gun glue oso can.)&lt;br /&gt;6) Scissors&lt;br /&gt;7) Thread and Needle&lt;br /&gt;8) Normal Marker/Felt Marker/Whatever marker that can be used to draw the template onto the felts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5984194534/" title="02 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6136/5984194534_75730ec4ba.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="02 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut out the template and draw 5 flowers on the felt(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5983631561/" title="03 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6024/5983631561_e6b9d5c192.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="03 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut out the flower shape. Cut inside the line because you don't want to see the black line on the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, thread your needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5984186104/" title="04 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6028/5984186104_af44c40e49.jpg" width="500" height="431" alt="04 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put one flower as the base, then fold the second flower into half and put on top of the base. The continue to do the same thing to the rest of the flowers. Until you see step four. (Sorry I dunno how to explain!) &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5983676785/" title="04 DIY Hairband (2) by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6017/5983676785_4422941fe6.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="04 DIY Hairband (2)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the stacks of flowers that you had stacked (-_-") and stich in the middle of the flower liddis. You can stitch as many rounds as you like because the more you stitch the more secure the flower will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5984187960/" title="05 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6133/5984187960_046058b1c9.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="05 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitch the Crystals/Pearls/Beads/Whatever you want to put in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5984187160/" title="06 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6145/5984187160_348ff66c54.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="06 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your flower is done! Happy onot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5983634515/" title="07 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6012/5983634515_47ed35a303_z.jpg" width="422" height="640" alt="07 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, add some glue at the back of the flower (in the center only!) and stick it to your hairband. If you want it to be secured and not easily fall off, stitch the flower to the hairband after you've glued it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5984188846/" title="08 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6132/5984188846_c19b410ed0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="08 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're hairband is done! Easy onot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5984189726/" title="09 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6009/5984189726_0bda4d229a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="09 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the flower so much, I made a smaller and stick it to a ring. (The original flower on the ring had fell off too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've included the small version of flower in the template below too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMWHORE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5984190910/" title="10 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6130/5984190910_f66414d5cf_z.jpg" width="471" height="640" alt="10 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairband and ring. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5984190384/" title="12 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6148/5984190384_90eaa29c9a.jpg" width="500" height="388" alt="12 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore the mess in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5983630097/" title="11 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6123/5983630097_ef93690924.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="11 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the tutorial. If you got any questions, feel free to drop me a comment or e-mail me at saewei [@] gmail [dot] com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5984192902/" title="13 DIY Hairband by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6015/5984192902_5870cf07d2.jpg" width="386" height="500" alt="13 DIY Hairband"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click and download it to print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually copycat-ed the tutorial from this brilliant blogger, &lt;a href="http://icandyhandmade.blogspot.com/2011/03/tutorial-box-fold-felt-flower-tutorial.html"&gt;http://icandyhandmade.blogspot.com/2011/03/tutorial-box-fold-felt-flower-tutorial.html&lt;/a&gt;. Please thank her instead yah. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Besides using the made flower as hairband and ring, you can also use it as brooch, earring (small one), stick it onto the gift box, etc. The possibilities are endless! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S 2: Please share with me your photo/bloglink after you had DIY one for yourself yah.&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/848894980231634887-3203011392488827936?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3203011392488827936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3203011392488827936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3203011392488827936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3203011392488827936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/07/tutorial-diy-floral-felted-hairband.html' title='Tutorial : DIY Floral Hairband'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6132/5984188846_c19b410ed0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4438484243842445216</id><published>2011-07-24T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:50:01.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>My FUUUUUUU Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I keep having this kind of problem when I bring my camera out one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5969187559/" title="FUUUUUUUUU comic strip by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6148/5969187559_a92b99babc_b.jpg" width="459" height="1024" alt="FUUUUUUUUU comic strip" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did things liddis happened to you before?&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/848894980231634887-4438484243842445216?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4438484243842445216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4438484243842445216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4438484243842445216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4438484243842445216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-fuuuuuuu-moment.html' title='My FUUUUUUU Moment'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6148/5969187559_a92b99babc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-1963514895289833548</id><published>2011-07-19T16:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T12:18:08.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Fartsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashionista'/><title type='text'>Fashion Sketch : Wedding Gowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy these few days with making dolls. Business has been really good this month. I have orders coming in every two days. It's great! Thank you all for the support, if you are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanna share with you some of the wedding gown sketches that I've done for my clients when I was working in my previous company. If you don't know yet, I used to work as a wedding gown designer before I quit that job to work from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5953880916/" title="Red Elegant Cheongsam Sketch by SaeWei C, on Flickr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6134/5953880916_7a13eb019b.jpg" width="500" height="401" alt="Red Elegant Cheongsam Sketch by SaeWei Fashion Designer Malaysia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the design that I did for JustProud online competition. I did not win anything but receiving positive comments from other designers did boost my confidence a lot. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5953881628/" title="Bridemaid Dress Sketch by SaeWei C, on Flickr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6006/5953881628_3fd5d3b1ee_z.jpg" width="410" height="640" alt="Bridemaid Dress Sketch by SaeWei Fashion Designer Malaysia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dress that I've designed for a client. It was for her bridesmaid's dress. It's made of Duchess Satin and Chiffon. I love it, very Audrey Hepburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5953324461/" title="Glamorous Wedding Gown Sketch by SaeWei C, on Flickr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6009/5953324461_6f2be14be9_z.jpg" width="475" height="640" alt="Glamorous Wedding Gown Sketch by SaeWei Fashion Designer Malaysia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sketch that I prepared for Jacklyn. The original design is from Maggie Sottero. I think I tweaked the design a little bit because she wanted a sexier back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5953881782/" title="Sexy Wedding Gown Sketch by SaeWei C, on Flickr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6142/5953881782_bdba822284_z.jpg" width="476" height="640" alt="Sexy Wedding Gown Sketch by SaeWei Fashion Designer Malaysia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the gown that I've designed for Lyn-Say. She was a plus sized bride, so she wanted something lacey, something grand and most importantly, something slimming. So tadahhhh!! A sexy Duchess Satin A-line gown with Corded Lace top and bottom. And red ribbon is added to make the waist appears slimmer. She loved it! She was closed to tears the first time she tried on it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5953882104/" title="Customized Simple Wedding Gown Sketch by SaeWei C, on Flickr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6122/5953882104_4e01b598ea_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="Customized Simple Wedding Gown Sketch by SaeWei Fashion Designer Malaysia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, a very simple trumpet gown. it has a detachable sash ribbon that has silver embroideries on it. And my client had requested for a quaint little lace bolero to wear a long with it. I think the gown turned great. Nice and simple. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many more but let's post it another time but I am hit with blogger's block again!&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/848894980231634887-1963514895289833548?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/1963514895289833548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=1963514895289833548&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1963514895289833548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1963514895289833548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/07/fashion-sketch-wedding-gowns.html' title='Fashion Sketch : Wedding Gowns'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6134/5953880916_7a13eb019b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6241064134067600857</id><published>2011-07-12T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T12:42:14.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashionista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>Floral Wedges - Spring/Summer 2011 Shoe Trend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew me well, you would know that I am a sucker for floral prints. I love floral maxis, floral dress, floral bag, floral accessories and I am one people you'll find in the mall with a huge flower on her head. Yeah that's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I saw these wedges, I went wild!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5929129024/" title="DG-FloralWedge by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6011/5929129024_bff88705d2.jpg" width="482" height="500" alt="DG-FloralWedge" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These darlings are from Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana's Spring/Summer 2011 collection. So pretty can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5928570003/" title="ASOS-Floral-wedge-heels by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6138/5928570003_a011c65934.jpg" width="392" height="500" alt="ASOS-Floral-wedge-heels" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what brand is this, but I find this to be really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5928569763/" title="Floral-Wedge-sandal-HM-espadrille-shoetease by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6139/5928569763_cef82f39c2.jpg" width="500" height="440" alt="Floral-Wedge-sandal-HM-espadrille-shoetease" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, imagine wearing these with a floral dress, on the beach, ogling hot guys.. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5928569645/" title="d-and-g-dolce-and-gabbana-spring-2011-floral-wedges-gallery by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6135/5928569645_24f9cb9b23.jpg" width="470" height="500" alt="d-and-g-dolce-and-gabbana-spring-2011-floral-wedges-gallery" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this! OMG who don't love pink floral shoe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5929161634/" title="vincci1 by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6030/5929161634_6045be6c23.jpg" width="373" height="500" alt="vincci1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only flower on the ankle shoe I've seen in 1 Utama is this pair in Vincci. It came in  a few colors, there's pink too. But hmmm..I find the color to be really dull and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5928592997/" title="Photo1062 by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6001/5928592997_108f537f82.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Photo1062" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lousy photo taken with lousy Nokia C3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up with these pair. Not exactly floral, but it's PINK! and there is an flower embellished in the middle. Wear this first, for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started really badly today, first I was late to work. My work starts at 10.00am, and I woke up at 10.15am with my mother screaming my heads off! O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my shoe broke off when I was walking to the taxi stand. It's just outside my apartment, but as I was already VERY late, I didn't bother to go back and change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the stupid #%^#$%$&amp;%#^$ taxi driver tried to cheat my money. When I reached my office building, the driver reset the meter before I had a chance to look at it. And demanded for RM5-00. I took taxi to work for almost 2 weeks now, and normally I only need to pay like RM3.00-RM3.30 because the distance from my house to the office is like 5 minutes walk away. So I argued with him and in the end, I put RM4-00 on the seat and went off. I wonder if he is going to wait outside my apartment/office building to kidnap me or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might ask, 5 minutes walking distance also take taxi. Walk lah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I CANNOT walk to work is because I sweat super easily. And if I were to walk to office, I will be drenched in sweat when I reached. And I don't to smell like rubbish bin. #excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought a new shoe and threw my RM15-00 sandal away. It was only two weeks old. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP sandal~&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/848894980231634887-6241064134067600857?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6241064134067600857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6241064134067600857&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6241064134067600857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6241064134067600857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/07/floral-wedges-springsummer-2011-shoe.html' title='Floral Wedges - Spring/Summer 2011 Shoe Trend!'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6011/5929129024_bff88705d2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4608766821073280296</id><published>2011-07-11T14:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:47:59.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>Fashion Sketches : Maternity Wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to write something about the Bersih 2.0 rally and how much hatred I have towards our government, especially the idiotic and cruel PM. But I didn't join the rally (shame on me!) and I dun really know how to write out my feelings without cussing away. So.. I think why not write something happy when everyone is still so semangat and fired up after the successful demonstration. Like what DS Wong Chun Wai (Editor of The Star newspaper) written in the Star newspaper last Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And we can assume everyone would declare themselves winners. Bersih 2.0 will say that they managed to stage a protest despite the police locking down the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authorities, too, will say that they won this round by claiming that the Bersih 2.0 crowd wasn’t as massive as they had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim Ali could also declare himself a winner as he could have successfully earned a place in the Malaysian Book of Records for taking the most number of strolls at Tasik Titiwangsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umno Youth’s Patriots can also claim to be winners despite walking barely 200m before being tear-gassed and arrested. - DS Wong Chun Wai, The Star, 10th July 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing when I was reading this piece of article. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he was probably the only writer in the local news media that did not take sides blindly nor lied. Unlike other mainstream media like the news one the newspapers and news reported on local TV Channel, their reports were all filled with lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Police did a good job in controlling the demonstrators."&lt;br /&gt;"Demonstrators detained in PULAPOL were treated buffet lunch and those injured was given special care."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Auntie selling curry puffs calculated loss of RM40m due to Bersih 2.0 rally."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were wayyyy too many funny and ridiculous lies created to cover all the violent acts did by the Police and government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of all photos taken, the only photos that the newspaper dared to show was the photographs of Policemen shaking hands with the demonstrator. What about photos of FRU kicking the demonstrator until his leg broke? Or the photos showing Polices who beat up the detainees? No, you won't find that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am supposed to be showing you the maternity wear sketches that I have done prior to my previous job interview. -_-" That will be on the next post I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, look at this clip if you haven't already did. Look at how childish the PM can be. It's unbelievable. Buat malu orang Malaysia only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dd9slh1Y4Ug" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-4608766821073280296?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4608766821073280296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4608766821073280296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4608766821073280296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4608766821073280296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/07/fashion-sketches-maternity-wear.html' title='Fashion Sketches : Maternity Wear'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dd9slh1Y4Ug/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3564019650793735584</id><published>2011-07-08T16:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T18:27:12.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Fartsy'/><title type='text'>Customake Dolls With Lil Ami Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/199488_175038485878700_175037709212111_377562_8347657_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 313px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/199488_175038485878700_175037709212111_377562_8347657_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna do a small little (very mini) advertising for my own blogshop. But I think you are going to love this because, who doesn't like cute adorable stuff animals..right? right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wVnHQx3_qjw/TdATiOnj20I/AAAAAAAAAA0/yOgUXNkiv8U/s400/May2011-002-Hairy%2BPanda2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is into customizing thing these days. Customized shoes, customized wedding gowns, customized notebooks, etc. What &lt;a href="lilamimonster.blogspot.com"&gt;Lil Ami Monster&lt;/a&gt; do is, we customized AMIGURUMI DOLLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0QUFV1yZBc/TdASSa5CFOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hJP7N1MI37M/s400/May2011-001-Hairy%2BPiggy2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigurumi is actually a Japanese art of making dolls using crochet and knitting technique. It's cute and it's one of its kind. And the best part is, you can make doll out of anything. The usual teddy bears, rabbit, puppies and cats to the rare ones like monkey, sheep, porcupines, etc. And just yesterday, I've received an order from a blogger requesting me to make her a COW! We've discussed the details and I can't wait to start making it. It's going to be so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6043/5911177155_1874e5143a_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price varies from RM15.00 to RM100.00++. It depends on how complex is the design. For example, the Lavender Bear above is RM50.00 to make. Slightly more pricey but it's 100% handmade and it can be made according to what you want. You can change it's color, if you hate flower, you can change it to ribbon, if you have the pink bag you can request for a felted camera, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1CxL85uB2w/Tbjc0qdsttI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FNVDbVQNGFo/s400/Apr2011-005-SuperBear1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you have headache choosing presents, hop over to &lt;a href="lilamimonster.blogspot.com"&gt;Lil Ami Monster&lt;/a&gt; and I'll help put your headache away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="lilamimonster.blogspot.com"&gt;Lil Ami Monster&lt;/a&gt; rulzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/848894980231634887-3564019650793735584?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3564019650793735584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3564019650793735584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3564019650793735584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3564019650793735584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/07/customized-dolls-with-lil-ami-monster.html' title='Customake Dolls With Lil Ami Monster'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wVnHQx3_qjw/TdATiOnj20I/AAAAAAAAAA0/yOgUXNkiv8U/s72-c/May2011-002-Hairy%2BPanda2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5569646714577491799</id><published>2011-07-07T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:32:22.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Review'/><title type='text'>Sisters Kitchen @ GTower, Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing from the food preview post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stuffing ourself in SocialKL, we were escorted to the second restaurant of the day. The Sisters Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sisters Kitchen first their venture in food with Sisters Crispy Popiah. It is apparently, very famous because almost everyone knew about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here in Sister's Kitchen, you can find local delicacies like Nasi Lemak, Laksa, Penang Rojak, Soup Noodles and of course their famous Popiah, to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked most about Sisters Kitchen in GTower is, the set up of the restaurant. And also the lighting is perfect for food photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5911818264/" title="DSCN4956_edited by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6012/5911818264_7d6257b314_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="DSCN4956_edited" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang Rojak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rojak sauce is thick and gooey like how I liked it. And as you can see, it comes with assorted fruits and cuttlefish. The only thing missing is the crispy Yew Char Koay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5911816680/" title="DSCN4973 by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6033/5911816680_91c4861aae_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="DSCN4973" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popiah Mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what ingredients that are used to make these delicious popiah because it tasted different from the normal ones that I used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5911260895/" title="DSCN4968_edited by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5231/5911260895_45428b15df.jpg" width="500" height="383" alt="DSCN4968_edited" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasi Lemak With Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their nasi lemak was quite good. But the highlight was the fried chicken. It was well marinated because it tasted very good. Best eaten when hot I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5911258115/" title="DSCN4976 by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6036/5911258115_849712e6b6_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="DSCN4976" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood Soup Noodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasted like any other noodle soup except, this comes with fresh prawns and squids. The seafood were cooked just right so it wasn't rubbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5911816116/" title="DSCN4970 by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6014/5911816116_fdb0b04272_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="DSCN4970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siam Lemak Laksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my absolute favorite among all. It tasted like Thai Laksa + Penang Assam Laksa. Spicy with hints or sourish taste. The laksa also comes with seafood in it as well. You have to try this if you are into spicy food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to know about Sisters Kitchen, you can visit their website at &lt;a href="http://www.sisterscrispypopiah.com.my/"&gt;http://www.sisterscrispypopiah.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG looking at all these food photos made me hungry ady. -_-&lt;br /&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/848894980231634887-5569646714577491799?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5569646714577491799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5569646714577491799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5569646714577491799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5569646714577491799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/07/sisters-kitchen-gtower-kuala-lumpur.html' title='Sisters Kitchen @ GTower, Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6012/5911818264_7d6257b314_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6699115552452153053</id><published>2011-07-06T04:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:18:18.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Paediatrician</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is not a paid review or something like that. Simply sharing and recommending a good doctor. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every mother has a favorite paediatrician and mine is&lt;b&gt; Dr Lai Boon Hai of Pantai Cheras Medical Centre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, if you scratching you head, &lt;b&gt;Paediatrician&lt;/b&gt; is a medical practitioner specialized in children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Lai had been there when baby was born. He was the one who caused me anxiety by telling me that my baby had been infected with jaundice. Being a new mom, a young one some more, I have no idea what the heck was jaundice back then. Almost gave me an heart attack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What made me like Dr. Lai so much is, he speaks HOKKIEN! I don't know where he is from but he speaks and understands my dialect which makes communicating with him so much easier. You know, English speaking doctors have like a mouthful of medical jargon(s) that most of the time, I just nod away but at the back of my head, I actually don't know what they are talking about, but I don't bother to ask because I don't get it anyway. Besides Hokkien, he also speaks perfect English, Cantonese and Mandarin if you are wondering.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the weirdest thing about having a favorite paed is, you have to return no matter what because the sickness won;t go away if we didn't bring our baby to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay for example, there was one time, my baby had a serious phlegm problem, and Dr. Lai was away so we had gone and see another paed in the same hospital. Baby was then hospitalised for 3 days. After he was discharged, the phlegm problem was still there, and he was still having fever on and off. So we went back to Dr. Lai and like magic, the fever and fever gone in 2-3 days after taking his medicines. Unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we've moved to PJ, we still took 45-60 minutes drive all the way to Pantai Cheras Medical Centre to see Dr. Lai when needed. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you are looking for a reliable paediatrician, you can try Dr. Lai because he is experienced and he is very friendly and it doesn't cost a bomb to see him. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr. Lai Boon Hai&lt;br /&gt;MD (Mal), MRCP (UK)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital : Pantai Hospital Cheras&lt;br /&gt;Suite / Floor No. : 8&lt;br /&gt;Phone / Extension No. : 603-9130 3268&lt;br /&gt;Specialty : Paediatrician&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hospital's Address: No. 1, Jalan 1/96A, Taman Cheras Makmur, 56100 Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5907335847/" title="mapnew by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6057/5907335847_f924feec99_z.jpg" width="383" height="640" alt="mapnew"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-favorite-paediatrician.html' title='My Favorite Paediatrician'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6057/5907335847_f924feec99_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4364968411369237022</id><published>2011-07-05T04:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T04:43:23.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Break'/><title type='text'>Korean Air Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n4k_v3zNJu0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this advertisement when I was in the cinema..This is like one of the best advertisement ever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-4364968411369237022?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4364968411369237022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4364968411369237022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4364968411369237022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Transformers 3 : Dark Of The Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5902425166/" title="Ironhide by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5080/5902425166_66192bf3ce.jpg" width="500" height="457" alt="Ironhide" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome storyline! Awesome everything..&lt;br /&gt;But I wished that Megan Fox is in it instead of the new British actress.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-1159849446159812086?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/1159849446159812086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=1159849446159812086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1159849446159812086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1159849446159812086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/07/transformers-3-dark-of-moon.html' title='Transformers 3 : Dark Of The Moon'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5080/5902425166_66192bf3ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6211754308331722028</id><published>2011-07-04T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T02:45:50.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Bringing Babies To The Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a movie marathon today with my buddies, Evie and Aaron. We had a little movie marathon session, watching Green Lantern and Transformers 3. It was great because I haven't had such outing in a long long time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kinda crowded in the hall playing Transformers 3. But it was understandable because it is one of the greatest movie in 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was really surprised to a few parents with little babies in the hall with us. And 3 baby strollers can be spotted at the back of the seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew a few mommy bloggers that bring their children to the cinema for cartoons like, Up, Cars, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But bringing a 1-2 years old child to watch Transformers is pretty insane if you ask me. The evil looking decepticons, the fights and the countless explosions. And the surround system in the cinema is so loud, I had to cover my ears during a few scenes. I pitied the small children because if I can't take the noise, how will they be able to handle it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is something I found off the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is by Dr. Susanne Ayers Denham, a Developmental Psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you decide your child is ready to go with you to a movie theater, pick your flick carefully. Definitely pass on action movies designed for teenagers or adults. For one thing, the noise level is too harsh for your child's sensitive ears. At the age of 2 or 3, what she sees is what she believes, and a scary movie can bring on nightmares. Even G-rated movies can be too much for her to handle — a movie like The Lion King, for example, has plenty of frightening scenes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If children are able to get scared watching Lion King, can you imagine what it had been like for them when they were watching Transformers? I really really pitied them for having such parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The parents are either a bunch of humans with dysfunctional brain that have zero common sense or they simply don't care, as long as they get to enjoy themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have decided that you want a child, you have to prepare to let go all the fun you had when you were not a parent. Put your child first before anything else. You brought them to this world, be responsible about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have stopped watching movie, stopped hanging out with friends, stopped dating with my husband and stopped joining any blogging activities since I gave birth to my baby. And only started to take a break and have some "me-time" recently because my son is almost 3 years old and my mom is capable of taking care of him without having me around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is understandable that sometimes, you need to have some time out to enjoy what you like to do but try to get someone to look after your child instead of bringing them along. Get your mother or mother-in-law to take care of your child for 3-4 hours so you could have some alone time to rejuvenate yourself. Because you deserved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But bringing your child along to watch such "noisy" movie was really too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/848894980231634887-6211754308331722028?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6211754308331722028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6211754308331722028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6211754308331722028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6211754308331722028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/07/bringing-babies-to-cinema.html' title='Bringing Babies To The Cinema'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4630878443852248047</id><published>2011-07-02T04:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:09:59.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Review'/><title type='text'>SocialKL @ GTower, Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I was invited with a bunch of other bloggers to attend a food tasting session over in GTower. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first restaurant that we went was Social KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social KL is one of a few restaurant where you can find almost any cuisine under one roof. Italian, Asian, Fusion, you name it, you got it! They even got a bar and wine post for you to chill after you're off from work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here comes the food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5892157370/" title="DSCN4939_edited by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5892157370_7d407e4b35_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="DSCN4939_edited" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino Style Mushroom Soup&lt;div&gt;This is the only place in Malaysia where you can find a soup that looks like a cup of frothy cappucino. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soup tasted really creamy with hints of mushroom taste in it. It's good and creamy but I prefer my mushroom soup to have chunky mushrooms in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5892159206/" title="DSCN4934_edited by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5072/5892159206_3c0f46492c_z.jpg" width="552" height="640" alt="DSCN4934_edited" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Satay Pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chicken was well marinated as it tasted really good and fragrant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5892163162/" title="DSCN4946_edited by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6052/5892163162_2f9e70c1c7_z.jpg" width="591" height="640" alt="DSCN4946_edited" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teriyaki Salmon Pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boss specially ordered us his favorite pizza on the menu. And guess what, after trying it, this Teriyaki Salmon pizza had easily became my favorite too. It's one of the nest pizza that I've ever eaten ever. Smoked salmon, bonito flakes, fresh avocado slices.. Who can resist this clever combination?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5892161046/" title="DSCN4940_edited by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6047/5892161046_39df4de851_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="DSCN4940_edited" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peking Duck With Deep Fried Mantao Bun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The duck meats are sandwiched between two really cute mantao buns. And you are supposed to eat it with the "Hoi Sin" sauce provided.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64786568@N08/5892164560/" title="DSCN4922_edited by SaeWei C, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5039/5892164560_792a70900c_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="DSCN4922_edited" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signature Iced Tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A scoop of homemade sherbet is added to give the otherwise plain tea a flavoring. It has six flavors like, lychee, peach, calamansi, lemon, mango and lime. I've picked lychee flavor and I found the iced tea to be kinda diluted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really surprised with their pricing because they serve really good quality food. And normally good quality food comes with expensive price tag, but it's not the case with SocialKl as their prices are really affordable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they have this really value-for-money lunch sets for RM19.90++ to RM29.90++ For those working nearby, do drop by to try their Socialied Lunch while socialising with your clients. I'm sure your clients will be impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more promotions and events updates, please visit their website at &lt;a href="http://www.socialkl.com/"&gt;http://www.socialkl.com&lt;/a&gt; and facebook page at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/KLSocial"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/KLSocial&lt;/a&gt;.          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/848894980231634887-4630878443852248047?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4630878443852248047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4630878443852248047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4630878443852248047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4630878443852248047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/07/socialkl-gtower-kuala-lumpur.html' title='SocialKL @ GTower, Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5265/5892157370_7d407e4b35_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5956191213253594352</id><published>2011-06-27T01:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:13:58.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product Review : Beauty'/><title type='text'>Product Review : Lepoze Heat Clear Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this cute little bottle in pink packaging when I was looking for some beauty product to help solve my blackheads problem. As you see, I have a lot of blackheads on my nose and it looks like little moles on my nose when I look at myself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cl4Oa30t1jg/Tgd00Yq5oaI/AAAAAAAABYY/WQBlcRG1zEM/s1600/DSCN5024.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cl4Oa30t1jg/Tgd00Yq5oaI/AAAAAAAABYY/WQBlcRG1zEM/s400/DSCN5024.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622591103119761826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I saw this baby, I bought it without thinking twice. Main reason was because it's pink and there's a photo of blackheads coming out from the pores on the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdK5NTe0YqE/Tgd01AfM-jI/AAAAAAAABYg/ObTjsWnqCmg/s1600/DSCN5017.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdK5NTe0YqE/Tgd01AfM-jI/AAAAAAAABYg/ObTjsWnqCmg/s400/DSCN5017.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622591113808116274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need to clean and dry your face before using this product. Next, all you need to do is to squeeze a tiny amount of the cream and massage it all over your nose for about 5 minutes and then rise it off with lukewarm water. The texture is like an exfoliator and olive oil mixture because it is very grainy and oily at the same time. And it smells like liquid toilet cleaner. No joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is called a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heat Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, don't expect to feel any heat on your nose even after you've massaged your nose for 30 minutes because there's none. I thought I didn't massaged my nose long enough because I did not feel anything so I kept on massaging it but still I felt nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped massaging my nose after using it diligently for a month (twice a week) because I see no results at all. My nose still looked the same and the blackheads were still there.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FyqNDs6VsZA/Tgd01sjCQAI/AAAAAAAABYo/EUr4tfVWXW0/s1600/DSCN5028.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FyqNDs6VsZA/Tgd01sjCQAI/AAAAAAAABYo/EUr4tfVWXW0/s400/DSCN5028.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622591125635350530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Verdict: Although the packaging is cute, I will not give it another try because it doesn't work (on me)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have like 90% left so if you feel like giving it a try, do drop me a comment with your contact details, or e-mail me&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; saewei@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I will be more than happy to post it to you for free. (Just pay me the postage charges will do) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what product do you use to clear off those tiny blackheads on your nose? Please share it with me.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-5956191213253594352?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5956191213253594352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5956191213253594352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5956191213253594352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5956191213253594352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/06/product-review-lepoze-heat-clear-cream.html' title='Product Review : Lepoze Heat Clear Cream'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cl4Oa30t1jg/Tgd00Yq5oaI/AAAAAAAABYY/WQBlcRG1zEM/s72-c/DSCN5024.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5166826982089379416</id><published>2011-06-23T02:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:43:12.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Me'/><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been neglecting this blog for weeks until yesterday. But yesterday's post didn't count because I've actually written it for a "monetary motive" :P Not gonna share it here but if you are eager to know, drop me an e-mail. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being "work-from-home mom for half a year made me realized that it is impossible to get anything done with my mother and baby boy around. One minute   my mom will be screaming my name asking me to prepare lunch. Next, it's baby feeding time. After that, I will need to bath my baby. By the time I've finished doing all the house chores "delegated" by my mom, it's already 6.00PM. Time to prepare dinner. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest, i normally prepared dinner really late. I pitied my hubby because we normally eats our dinner at 9.30PM. And sometimes at 11.00PM! And that explains why my waistline is getting wider and wider each day. Late dinner is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I will have to give my baby a bath again if I haven't do that. After that, we will be sitting in front of the TV watching movies together, or I will be in my office playing games with baby on my lap, while my mom showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will only managed to get work done after everyone is asleep and it will be like 1.00-2.00AM already. -_-" That is why I have been sleeping at 5.00AM almost everyday for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be days when I will have no housechores to do. But still, I still can't do any work because my baby will knocking at my door and cry loudly if I don't open the door for him. Oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And luck wasn't on my side too because I am facing one problem after another in my business. I had resigned from my fulltime job in December 2010 and until today none of my products have arrive yet. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to avoid sleeping in the street or to live in our house with no electricity and water. I had started to look for jobs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to do some jobs while waiting for my samples to arrive. Besides earning some income, I can get away from my forever nagging mom. Win win situation. YAY! But I am so gonna miss my baby because I got so used of being with him day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've managed to find a few ways to make additional money online by writing. Not gonna earn much from that, but at least I get to enjoy Coffee Bean coffees without being nagged at. (Staring at my hubby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, please support my amigurumi dolls at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/lilamimonster.blogspot.com"&gt;lilamimonster.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;! I can custom make amigurumi dolls according to what you want. Choose your own designs, colors, details, etc etc. Best part is, we accept credit card payment via PayPal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go make more dolls while watching Transformers 2~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buenas noches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(That's Goodnight in Spanish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/848894980231634887-5166826982089379416?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5166826982089379416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5166826982089379416&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5166826982089379416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5166826982089379416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6541042350550289816</id><published>2011-06-22T04:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:43:52.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(132, 179, 32);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;  font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:20px;"  &gt;The dissimilar leisure sabotages another antique underneath the trapped crossroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the above sentence makes any sense to you? It doesn't make any sense to me. And this is what my life is right now. Everything looks like it doesn't make sense. Everything looks weird. Even my mother is behaving weirdly now. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this evening for example. She suggested that we go grocery shopping in Jusco, 1 Utama Shopping Mall. There's nothing weird about that except she was listening to the MP3s on her phone through earphone from the moment we stepped out of the house, while she shopped, till we return to our home. That is something that I have never seen my mother does before. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is, since moving to this "foreigners-infested-condominium a.k.a Pelangi Utama Condominium, I have been mentally disturbed by a lot of Nigerians. I've lost counts. It's crazy. I have Nigerians came to me wanted to be my friend, asking for my phone number while I was buying a bottle of Coke in the mini mart. I have Nigerians came to me telling me that I am beautiful while I was waiting for my husband in the lobby. Some are friendly, but some are damn scary. I even have Nigerians came to me telling me that he loves the way I dresses when I was shopping in 1 Utama. Hubby joked that it is because the Nigerians love fat woman. But damn, i don't find it funny at all. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss or shall I say, my EX-boss' Paypal account was hacked and a huge sum of money was stolen from her account. And I was her number one suspect. Somewhere last week, she called me out of the blue. I didn't pick up her phone at first because I was in the middle of a job interview. She must have thought that I was trying to avoid her because she then bombarded my phone with 145532125456 calls. I called her immediately after the interview to find out that her Gmail and Paypal accounts had been hacked into. But she pretended to be nice by asking how I was doing. Typical of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even job interview turned out weird. I went to a job interview in a "company name kept private just in case the boss reads my blog LOL" last Saturday. But upon reaching the office, I found myself hating that place even before meeting the boss. The area was very secluded. No taxi in sight. Very scary and fierce thugs looking mechanics working at a workshop next to the company. So I told my husband that I am going to make sure that I do not get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the interview, I convinced the boss why he shouldn't hire me by telling him a lot of personal issues I am facing, my weaknesses, etc. I even told him that I am a liability if he were to hire me. It was hilarious. I mean, who else do that during job interviews. WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that things turn out better soon because I am going to go crazy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: James McAvoy is super cute. I have a huge crush on him!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:20px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/848894980231634887-6541042350550289816?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6541042350550289816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6541042350550289816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6541042350550289816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6541042350550289816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/06/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-8612642079926152816</id><published>2011-04-28T18:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:26:21.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Me'/><title type='text'>Happy 26th Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>On my 23rd birthday, I had a great outing and birthday celebration with Shouters. Lunch in a Japanese restaurant, followed by exploring the Tropical Spice Garden and hanging out in the beach for some cold beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft5_hSWKwlE/Tbk8lIrlv_I/AAAAAAAABVA/cXiyLaMg0lQ/s1600/Apr262008_0414-1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft5_hSWKwlE/Tbk8lIrlv_I/AAAAAAAABVA/cXiyLaMg0lQ/s400/Apr262008_0414-1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600574220295061490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmaigat look at how slim I was back then!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was probably one of the best birthday I've had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 24th birthday, I had to work. I've just finishged my confinement and baby was still so young thus we did not have any celebrations. But I think I did forced hubby to get me a cake or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 25th birthday, I have a wonderful birthday celebration with my loved ones - mother, hubby and baby. We went to the famous Yong Tau Fu in Ampang for lunch, and then to the Lake Garden to donate some blood to the blood-deprived mosquitoes. After that to a new temple for another round of "blood donation" again. I remembered being chased by a swarm of mosquitoes it was insane. And lastly, the birthday dinner in Sushi King, followed by cake cutting-birthday song-make a wish ceremony at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 546px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/29228_434553495991_556665991_5520100_1346545_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo was obviously photoshopped to create that flawless baby-butt skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO how did I celebrate my 26th birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mom went back to Butterworth leaving me alone with baby at home. *Gotta threaten her to treat me some sushis when she is back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I had burnt chicken for dinner. I went to bath my baby while my chicken is simmering. Definitely a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hubby was supposed to take two days leaves to bring me around but thanks to his heartless boss, his leaves application was rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the best part of the birthday was probably the cupcakes that hubby bought from Wondermilk (thank you hubby) and the KFC dinner in KL Sentral a night before when we were "escorting" mom to the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 431px; height: 574px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222374_10150238538780992_556665991_8521311_3723753_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yummy cupcakes.. Om nom nom nom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to invite some good friends for dinner but I am afraid they will come with birthday presents. :D (Yes, I am syok sendiri like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I appreciated very very much is the birthday wishes, sms-es and phone calls that I've received on my birthday. I was really overwhelmed. I've even received a birthday card. (It's from the insurance company but who cares?) Thank you so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my 27th birthday will be a great one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-8612642079926152816?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/8612642079926152816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=8612642079926152816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8612642079926152816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8612642079926152816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-26th-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy 26th Birthday To Me'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft5_hSWKwlE/Tbk8lIrlv_I/AAAAAAAABVA/cXiyLaMg0lQ/s72-c/Apr262008_0414-1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-2285135898474188152</id><published>2011-03-28T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:25:53.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chef SaeWei'/><title type='text'>Homecooked Seafood Risotto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zerrhoIfED0/TZB7a71YsPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5DteN2PFMNY/s1600/DSCN3759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zerrhoIfED0/TZB7a71YsPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5DteN2PFMNY/s400/DSCN3759.jpg" width="300" border="0" height="400" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago when my mom was still in Penang, I've cooked this really lip-smacking seafood risotto. I didn't really cooked it from scatch though, it's actually a pre-mix version but never mind, it's delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend had recommended me this frozen mussels from Cold Storage. It not very expensive, but it huge and it's fresh. So it's worth the money spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of my friends are either still studying or working, it's actually a lot of fun to hang out with another "housewife". Looking forward to go groceries shopping with you again soon Selina~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-2285135898474188152?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/2285135898474188152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=2285135898474188152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2285135898474188152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2285135898474188152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/homecooked-seafood-risotto.html' title='Homecooked Seafood Risotto'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zerrhoIfED0/TZB7a71YsPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5DteN2PFMNY/s72-c/DSCN3759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-1838897722339876775</id><published>2011-03-26T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:09:38.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>Since young we were always thought to give our respect to the elders, whether we know them or not. But as I grow older, I suddenly feel that not all old woman and man deserved to be respected because they themselves don't respect others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them always feel that since they are old, they can do anything they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, me and hubby went to the market this morning as usual. While I was looking around for things to buy, I saw a woman in her 30s with a baby stroller. She was alone and was having difficulties pushing the baby stroller through the bumpy roads. If you've been to the morning market in Section 17, PJ, you would know that it is very crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a pity on so I chose to stand aside and give way to her. But suddenly 2-3 old women push by me and walked over to the woman's direction. As it was very crowded, the woman have no choice by to walk backwards to give way to them. At this point, I really hated those old peoples. Why can't they just stand aside and let the woman with the stroller pass first? It's not like they are rushing or something because after they push me away and walked pass the mother, they went to the chicken stall and stood there looking at the chickens. Just because they are old, they think they can be rude and get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say this to all the old people out there, if you want people to respect you, learn to respect others too. It's such ashamed that peoples your age are still acting like immature girls that don't know the word respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-1838897722339876775?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/1838897722339876775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=1838897722339876775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1838897722339876775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1838897722339876775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3179478476819437568</id><published>2011-03-24T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:10:32.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Japan Earthquake &amp; Tsunami</title><content type='html'>I was writing about how I was being paranoid about the world ending in my previous post &lt;a href="http://mamapinkgenie.blogspot.com/2011/02/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help me put away my anxieties with the huge earthquake, small earthquakes, Tsunami and followed by the nuclear explosion in Japan. Is the world ending soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that I've studied astronomy or something back in school so that I would at least know what is actually happening to our mother earth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad when there were speculations that the Japan earthquakes and Tsunami were actually man made on purpose. Why would someone do such terrible thing to destroy the city and to kill the innocents?&amp;nbsp; I really hope that the rumor remains a rumor, hoping that it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I feel really ashamed to be a Malaysian because of some idiots' wrong doings. For example Berita Harian's comic making fun of the calamity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-znEOMOhH2tM/TXy0Hnb1sYI/AAAAAAAABfw/WiERtR5TYok/s400/ultraman-tsunami-aizuddincom.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder was in the artist' mind when he was drawing this insensitive comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our PM's wife did no good by pointing that the recent earthquakes, Tsunami and nuclear leaks are due to Japan's negligence towards the environment. What a bullcrap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the Japanese manages to clean everything up and start a new again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that the Japanese had been really cruel and human-less during the war days. But not every Japanese are like that, especially the innocent children. May the God bless them all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-3179478476819437568?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3179478476819437568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3179478476819437568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3179478476819437568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3179478476819437568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/japan-earthquake-tsunami.html' title='Japan Earthquake &amp; Tsunami'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-znEOMOhH2tM/TXy0Hnb1sYI/AAAAAAAABfw/WiERtR5TYok/s72-c/ultraman-tsunami-aizuddincom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5793915593599969806</id><published>2011-03-22T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:11:20.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Paranoid</title><content type='html'>Watching too much movies like 2012 and The Day After Tomorrow can caused a person to have an anxiety attack. I am serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept having scenes in the movie popping up in my mind after the strong winds in our apartment yesterday. The wind was so strong, I can't even open the kitchen door with one hand. And reading and watching videos of mini tornadoes in Penang doesn't help neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted at least 1 hour today watching the skies move. And I kept worrying about heavy rains, thunderstorms and people being blown away by the strong winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mannnn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-5793915593599969806?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5793915593599969806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5793915593599969806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5793915593599969806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5793915593599969806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/04/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-1183243171057069087</id><published>2011-03-20T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:12:11.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Moving Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>House Moving : Part 5 (Happily Ever After, I Hoped)</title><content type='html'>After all that previous nightmare, we were hit by another nightmare. Which made me hate nigerians even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in hubby car going to our designated parking space. And out of no where a crazy black driver bang into our car. Luckily, no one was hurt and my baby is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that accident happens. And when it happened, most people would blame the other person for the accident. But there's no need to shout at hubby. Just because he is bigger and has louder voice, doesn't mean he can bully my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending my mom and baby up into our house, I called the security guards informing them about the accident and rushed down to help my husband. There he was scolding my husband and wanted us to pay for the damages on his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shouted at him and he scolded me and asked to shut up. Curse him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security guards came and had told us to make Police report as it was hard to decide who is at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid nikka still haven't give up and still insisted that we paid for his damage. So we told him..Let's go to the Police station and make reports. If we are at fault, you can claim our insurance. We are not going to pay you anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think he was driving illegally or something because in the end, he left without making any noise. Even apologized and shook our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hubby still went and made a report for the Police's record purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the accident, I broke down in tears when Evie called. Moving house, crying baby, nagging mom, cockroaches, endless of unfortunate events had taken a toll on me. I don't think I handle stress well. But lucky for me, I have my best friend to give me advices and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T967-MVWzx0/TY24CfrKV-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/AGcUGrLltBg/s1600/I+hate+nikka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T967-MVWzx0/TY24CfrKV-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/AGcUGrLltBg/s400/I+hate+nikka.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today, I still hate them black people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-1183243171057069087?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/1183243171057069087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=1183243171057069087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1183243171057069087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1183243171057069087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/house-moving-part-5-happily-ever-after.html' title='House Moving : Part 5 (Happily Ever After, I Hoped)'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T967-MVWzx0/TY24CfrKV-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/AGcUGrLltBg/s72-c/I+hate+nikka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3845829423398441411</id><published>2011-03-18T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:12:48.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Moving Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>House Moving : Part 4 (Cockroach Heaven)</title><content type='html'>Once all our things are moved in, I thought the nightmare and stress will be gone but I was so wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE KITCHEN WAS FILLED WITH COCKROACHES!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hc27foH9KAw/TIPMDmB8oLI/AAAAAAAADJM/yg9KfCA_Onk/s1600/GermanCockroaches.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hc27foH9KAw/TIPMDmB8oLI/AAAAAAAADJM/yg9KfCA_Onk/s400/GermanCockroaches.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this serious but almost as serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine cockroaches running around the kitchen cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me and hubby killing at least 30 cockroaches a day and there seem to be more each day.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine cockroaches ran inside your fridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate out everyday and night for a month because we were afraid that cockroaches will invade our rice cooker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.. I've never seen so much cockroaches in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we had to call in a professional cleaner to clean the whole kitchen area. We didn't hire the pest controller because they only kill the cockroaches but don't clean up the mess before they leave. And I have to get the baby out of the house because the chemicals they used are harmful to the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaner did a great job and charged us a really reasonable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroaches are 100% gone now. Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-3845829423398441411?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3845829423398441411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3845829423398441411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3845829423398441411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3845829423398441411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/house-moving-part-4-cockroach-heaven.html' title='House Moving : Part 4 (Cockroach Heaven)'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hc27foH9KAw/TIPMDmB8oLI/AAAAAAAADJM/yg9KfCA_Onk/s72-c/GermanCockroaches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6870167296118389743</id><published>2011-03-16T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:13:29.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Moving Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>House Moving : Part 3 (Nasty House Movers)</title><content type='html'>As we were moving in on Tuesday, none of our friends are able to help us out because everyone needs to work. So after some discussions with Eric the agent, we've decided to hire 3 helpers for RM50 per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I've booked a 3-tonne lorry, those pesky housemovers came with a 5-tonne lorry as they said, according to their "experience", 3-tonne lorry is too small to carry all of our stuffs. And they wanted RM600 for the lorry + helpers. As they were already here, we had no choice but to agree with their arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the nightmares started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) THEY TREATED OUR THINGS LIKE RUBBISH BY THROWING IT AROUND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) One of the helper even spoilt the tv because he did not pulled out the cable connecting the TV to the DVD player before carrying the TV. After he spoilt it, the supervisor came and told us that they won't carry the TV because the TV will spoil due to the shaking lorry. Mad angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Instead of carrying the furnitures into the lorry immediately after they carried it down, they left it on the street. And suddenly it rained and all our furnitures and fridge got wet. Hubby was about to explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Only the furnitures and huge heavy boxes are moved, they were still 40% of our things in the house and they told us that their lorry already full. The small boxes of things we need to carry it ourselves. *blood boiling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The supervisor refused to give us any discounts although they've spoilt our things. So hubby called their BOSS and asked for RM50 discount. The BOSS agreed but the supervisor wasn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) THEY OPENED ONE OF THE BOX!&lt;br /&gt;Once in the car, I was telling hubby that we better pay them full because I am afraid that they will damage our things on purpose because they looked really pissed. So I called the supervisor and told him that we will pay him full and got him to take care of our things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mom found out that one of her box were ripped open but luckily nothing were stolen because that&amp;nbsp; box contained my baby's toys and piggy bank. I think if we were to pay them less, they would have taken my baby's piggy bank. Curse them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that experience, I would never ever ever ever ever hire these kind of people to move our things anymore the next time we move house again. I rather pay more for the professional house movers. At least not so stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and hubby went back to our old house the next night to carry the TV back. It wassssssssssss so heavy I wasn't able to carry it. So I went and seek help from one of the neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the remaining of the boxes, mom called another lorry, and got everything moved into our new home. Chinese drivers, 1-tonne lorry, father and son, and they managed to move everything from the 3rd floor into their lorry in 20 minutes! I salute them and they only charged RM200!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn those annehs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-6870167296118389743?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6870167296118389743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6870167296118389743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6870167296118389743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6870167296118389743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/house-moving-part-3-nasty-house-movers.html' title='House Moving : Part 3 (Nasty House Movers)'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-77345791648309689</id><published>2011-03-14T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:15:12.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Moving Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>House Moving : Part 2 (Old Tenant Refused To Move Out)</title><content type='html'>I am gonna sound really racist in this post. I've even drawn something and posted it up in Facebook to show my hatred to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gh2oL1z_ey0/TY2qYQaSSOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2UVn0yiciDk/s1600/I+hate+nikka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gh2oL1z_ey0/TY2qYQaSSOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2UVn0yiciDk/s400/I+hate+nikka.jpg" width="400" border="0" height="300" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I so angry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days prior to moving in, the old tenant, a bunch of Nigerians REFUSED to move out of the house although they've promised to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't manage to buy the plane ticket home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I was so upset when the agent told me that I need to move one week later because of this stupid reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They knew almost one month ahead that we will be moving-in in January. Why didn't they book a flight then? Money is not a problem for them because when we first went to have a look at the house, their rooms were filled with designer's handbags and rows and rows of shoes. One would have mistaken their house for a bag and shoe boutique by looking at the amount of things they have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. They chose to do things last minute. Curse them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be so mad if they didn't say this --&amp;gt; "We will be leaving in December, you can move in anytime you want." Double curse them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you know, Nigerians or the black people are really huge in size and they talk like some gangsters/wrestlers. The landLADY and the agent were so afraid of them, they don't even dare to chase them out or go to the Police. Sigh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As baby's birthday is on the next weekend, I refused to move a week after. And had settled to move in on Tuesday. Damn, hubby is working on weekdays. And due to it being so last minute, he wasn't able to take leaves. We had so many arguments due to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, after much struggles, we are now in our new home. But more horrible things coming next! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-77345791648309689?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/77345791648309689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=77345791648309689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/77345791648309689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/77345791648309689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/house-moving-part-2-old-tenant-refused.html' title='House Moving : Part 2 (Old Tenant Refused To Move Out)'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gh2oL1z_ey0/TY2qYQaSSOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2UVn0yiciDk/s72-c/I+hate+nikka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6628238969741957778</id><published>2011-03-12T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:15:51.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Moving Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>House Moving : Part 1 (Looking For House To Rent)</title><content type='html'>Our initial plan was to purchase an apartment unit with hubby’s EPF withdrawal as the downpayment. Our budget was around RM210k-RM230k but it was impossible to find a nice unit with such price at this time around so we’ve decided to rent first and only purchase the house of our dream when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was looking around the internet and newspaper to search for our new home. And he fell head over heels with the Paradena Tropika 2 apartment in Bandar Sri Damansara. The place was quite nice but the only downturn for was its location. It was located up on a hill and there was no taxi to be seen when we were to check out the house. I do not drive (at the moment) and my only medium of transport is the taxi. And it is very hard for us to start our business there if 4 out of 5 peoples that I’ve asked had no idea where the apartment is. To my hubby’s disappointment, we scraped off Paradesa Tropika 2 off our list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to have a look at Jasmine Tower, SS2. We were told that Jasmine Tower was one of the first apartment in SS2. The surrounding was okay but when we walked in the unit, it was terrible! The house looked like it has been abandoned for years and the rental was not cheap neither for such old house. In the end, Jasmine Tower was out of our list too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I’ve suggested that we take a look at Pelangi Utama in Bandar Utama, PJ. I’ve always liked that place after being introduced by my “ex-boss” a while ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location was really good for me because 1 Utama is 15 minutes’ walk away and there are always a number if taxis waiting at the guardhouse. When we first went to check out the unit, it was still tenanted by some Nigerian students. The house was nicely decorated and it was love at first sight for me.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we’ve agreed to rent it and had negotiated the rental, paid our deposit and all that’s left to do was packing and moving in our new home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-6628238969741957778?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6628238969741957778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6628238969741957778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6628238969741957778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6628238969741957778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/house-moving-part-1-looking-for-house.html' title='House Moving : Part 1 (Looking For House To Rent)'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-8435368650354206613</id><published>2011-03-11T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:19:17.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Wangsa Maju</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 years since I’ve moved to the small flat of Wangsa Maju Seksyen 2. Most of the people who knew me well knew that I hated this place. Although this small house is full of the memories when we were newlyweds, I still hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got married, we’ve always known that we want to live on our own. So instead of staying in the comfort house of my father-in-law’s, we chose to move out.&lt;br /&gt;As we were in a hurry to move out, we had no choice but to settle down on this flat. The rent was really cheap, RM450 per month but the condition of the house was really really poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hubby first brought me over to have a look at the house, I was speechless. The walls were dirty with countless of nails, double sided tapes, posters and glow in the dark stickers. And the toilet was so dirty, it was worse than the public toilets. And I wondered how on could a person live in a house with such condition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I got hubby to drop me while he goes to work. I had not found a job yet so to avoid being interrogated about my job search, I chose to clean up the house. I still remember clearly that the first thing I did was to scrub the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I think I spent at least an hour in the toilet scrubbing the tile floor, The walls. The toilet bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I peeled off the stickers, hooks and nails off the walls with a paint scraper. Swept and mopped the floors until it’s clean enough to walk on it without my shoe. And I spent that evening sleeping on the old sofa left by the previous tenant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 days later, we moved in. Hubby’s aunt and grandpa had sponsored us the fridge, table and chairs, bed, wardrobe and a dressing table. And as I was almost 3-4 months pregnant, hubby’s aunt had offered to monitor the moving of the furniture while I took a nap in the empty room. And I remembered that I was having a fever at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we’ve all settled down, and when I was almost due, we got my mom to stay with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the other room was empty, mom had to sleep on a thin mattress bought from Carrefour for a few months until I gave birth. Wardrobe, shelves and drawer were add in one by one as the time passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I gave birth, we bought a bedroom set from Cavenzi which cost about RM600 (I think) which includes the bed, mattress, shalves and a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while we don’t have any entertainment in the house besides the computer and the 14” tv given by hubby’s dad. Somewhere last year, we finally had a 29” tv and a dvd player when mom won the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we added more and more things in our house to make it a proper place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;But I still wanted to move because our house was situated on the 3rd floor and it was not easy climbing up the stairs while holding my baby. And with the annoying neighbour upstairs and dirty environment, I feel that it’s about time we look around for a new place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, Wangsa Maju Seksyen 2, you will not be missed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-8435368650354206613?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/8435368650354206613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=8435368650354206613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8435368650354206613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8435368650354206613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/04/goodbye-wangsa-maju.html' title='Goodbye Wangsa Maju'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3766705981410905576</id><published>2011-03-10T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:16:55.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Me'/><title type='text'>The Last Day At Work</title><content type='html'>The last day of work was an awkward and weird one for me. I was rushing &lt;censored&gt;the whole day to finish up my work. And instead of the usual Farewell Lunch on boss' treat (which are the norms in other company), I had to go down to the organic shop downstairs to buy us lunch. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss was nonchalant about my resignations. She was showing me that I can still do well if not better without you attitude during the past 5 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, she left earlier than me and had asked me to return her the keys the next time I come to collect my final salary cheque. She said she trusted me so there's no worries that I'll break in and steal away her gowns. Before she walked out of the door, she sing songly said 'see you again' and walked off leaving me alone in the office. That's how my last day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so dramatic and disappointed about Su Sien's resignation but so laid back when it come to mine. It made me feel that leaving is the best decision I've made in my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye... I guess we are now officially a competitor.&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-3766705981410905576?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3766705981410905576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3766705981410905576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3766705981410905576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3766705981410905576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-day-at-work.html' title='The Last Day At Work'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5432624094645350358</id><published>2011-03-08T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:17:23.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2010!</title><content type='html'>2010 is ending soon. Everyone has been asking themselves about what had they done and what had they achieved this year. I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I haven't been doing much in the beginning of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a bold decision during CNY to go back to Butterworth straight with mom and baby. This decision had caused a few arguments between me and hubby. He is a traditionalist that thinks a wife should follows the husband back to his hometown on CNY but me being a rebel (as always) had decided to challenge his belief. ;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was of course the tensional we-missed-our-flight drama on our way to Butterworth. I think I was deeply traumatised by this incident as I was still having nightmare about missing my flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in April or May, I had helped organised a wedding gown shoot in Pullman Hotel. That made me realised that I can do more than just working for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and hubby had some discussions on starting our own wedding boutique and cafe. We later scrapped off the ideas because it involved too much money and risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby brought us to the Fraser's Hill on his birthday. I liked that place but at the same time I don't really like it... :p Women are hard to please I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukorn fell down from the stroller in the middle of the year. It was one of the hardest moment that I've ever need to go through. Doing my best to make sure that we don't go through it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started studying the Forex market. Tried my hands on it and I got hook! I will be trading in Forex to generate some extra income next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss (soon to be ex-boss), bought a sewing machine and I had been fiddling with it when she wasn't at work on Sunday. Shhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest thing I did before the end of the year is to resign and to do something on my own. I have my hubby to thank for coming up with the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah.. Last but not least, the Jacky &amp;amp; Eve plans. I know it doesn't sound too convincing now, but I am going to make it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 had been an 'okay' year for me but I am confident that 2011 will be a GREAT one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-5432624094645350358?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5432624094645350358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5432624094645350358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5432624094645350358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5432624094645350358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbye-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2010!'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3116622385460688223</id><published>2011-03-06T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:17:53.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Baby Sukorn's First Jump!</title><content type='html'>The first thing that I see everytime I reach home from woke is my little boy dancing excitedly in front of the door. It's like he knew that it's his mommy at the door, so he would always dropped everything he is doing at the sound of the key unlocking the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, he was exceptionally active (he is always active but last night he was like super duper active). I was watching him closely as he walked in and out of the kitchen, in and out of the bedroom. I was afraid that he would fall and knocked into something so I followed him wherever he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking for a while, he stopped walking and squated down in the living room. He was laughing cheekily while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he JUMPED up from his squating position!!!! Oh boy, I was so surprised and proud at the same time because although he has been walking really stably all these while, this is his first jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwww...... If only I had a video in hand I would have captured that special moment~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-3116622385460688223?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3116622385460688223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3116622385460688223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3116622385460688223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3116622385460688223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-sukorns-first-jump.html' title='Baby Sukorn&apos;s First Jump!'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-8212049419293206241</id><published>2011-03-04T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:18:46.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>5 More Days To Freedom</title><content type='html'>When I told my boss that I will be resigning, I was full of rage. Her insults, sarcasms, mood swings, daily PMS-es and mental tortures gave me the courage to tell her that I can only be working until the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not tell her the actual reason on why I am leaving because doing so will lead to MORE sufferings and torture on the remaining of the days that I will be working there. So I pretty much lied about the reason pf my resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to now, there's only five days left to be clearing my to-do list and to pass back my tasks to her. And my heart began to feel really heavy. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I love this job a lot. And I love it even more when my boss is in a good mood. But when she's in her usual mood swing, I wanted to really leave right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I've made the right choice to start doing something on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will definitely miss this place and some clients that I've befriended while working here. And I will surely missed the funny funny moments I had experienced with the clients. For example something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bride to be in the fitting room, Groom to be on the couch outside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bride: Dear, this gown nice or not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Groom: Erm..ok ah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bride changes to another gown...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bride: Dear, what about this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Groom: Oh, ok also&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bride changes to yet another gown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bride: Dear, this one better or not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Groom: Ok I think&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bride stormed out of the fitting room..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bride: CAN YOU STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR PHONE AND CONCENTRATE ON MEEE???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Groom:...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-8212049419293206241?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/8212049419293206241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=8212049419293206241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8212049419293206241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8212049419293206241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/04/5-more-days-to-freedom.html' title='5 More Days To Freedom'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-223964383035157683</id><published>2011-03-02T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:19:42.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Worrisome Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_h6O4VeOgHlo/TNpPPrfRXsI/AAAAAAAAABI/2VZcZBCpz60/s400/IMG_3580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only realised that being a parent is not easy after being a mother myself. It's a lot of hardwork. And it's physically and MENTALLY challenging. No exaggerations here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be due that Sukorn is our first child hence we tend to worry even the slightest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant, I was constantly worried about his growth in my tummy. Whether he got enough nutrition in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to give birth, I worried because he defecated in my tummy thus have to go through the Caesarian Section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I gave birth, I got worried because the Paed told me that Sukorn had jaundice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was in his 1st month, I got worried that I could lose my baby because he was so delicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was a bit older, I got worried because he got hospitalized due to high fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he was almost 2 years old, I got worried because he has yet learnt how to say mama and papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am started to worry if he will have problem catching up when he attends pre-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to worry if he will be bullied when he goes to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to worry if he will be badly influenced by his schoolmates at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to worry if he will be leave home for further education and never wants to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. It's not easy being a parent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-223964383035157683?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/223964383035157683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=223964383035157683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/223964383035157683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/223964383035157683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2011/03/worrisome-parents.html' title='Worrisome Parents'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_h6O4VeOgHlo/TNpPPrfRXsI/AAAAAAAAABI/2VZcZBCpz60/s72-c/IMG_3580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-8294323029127515361</id><published>2010-08-17T15:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:06:04.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>I Hate People Who Throw The Clothes That They Tried On The Floor</title><content type='html'>The title is a bit long but never mind lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really pissed me off when customers with little manners that throw our gowns on the floor after trying them out. Fog God's sake, we have like to hooks in the fitting room for them to hook the gowns. We even have like a chair in there for them to put our gowns on. But no, they just throw it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they complained that the silk that we used in our sample gowns have scratches on it. And that we are using cheap fabrics to make gowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all simply throw the delicate gowns on the floor, sure got scratches lah. Your brain stuck in your backside ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like their mother never teach them any manners when they were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sick of attending to such brainless creatures. If I am the boss, I will not hesitate to give them a piece of my mind if I found any customer throwing my gown on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a terrible heartache watching the wedding gowns being treated like that after we had take a really good care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so difficult to hang the gowns on the hook? Their own thing they take care properly but other people's stuffs they treated it like rubbish dump. FTL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are a lot of different people in this world. Some are damn nice and some are just freaking evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For example when I was pregnant, some customers (angelic ones) will ask me to sit down on the chair and let them browse through the gowns themselves. And if they want to try something, they will bring it to the fitting room themselves. If they are not tall enough, they will ask their fiancee to take it for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still remembered that a customer got her friend to bring the chair to the fitting room for me to sit so that I don't have to squat down while tying the back of her dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But sadly, only a handful of them are as understanding as her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My boss suffered the most when her sister-in-law came to try on our sample gowns. Shw wanted to try on all the gowns in our shop which was like 30 pieces of them. Imagine my boss, with a tummy as huge as an inflated hot air balloon, squating up and down putting on the gowns on her sister-in-law. I wanted to help but she refused because I was pregnant with a huge inflated hot air balloon tummy too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes family members can be equally cruel and selfish too. Aiii....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.pbase.com/u29/grubb/upload/34502026.HappyFaceCry.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-8294323029127515361?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/8294323029127515361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=8294323029127515361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8294323029127515361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8294323029127515361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-people-who-throw-clothes-that.html' title='I Hate People Who Throw The Clothes That They Tried On The Floor'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-1490548851966613738</id><published>2010-08-07T12:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:06:20.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>Fake Nun Cheated My Money</title><content type='html'>If you are around SS2, you would have bump into these two auntie that dresses up like Taoist nun. They will walk around forcing a Goddess Of Mercy amulet and card thingy to whoever that walk passed them. They will then ask the "victim" for donations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the "victim".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Von Furtensberg is one of my favorite designer, a very inspiring one. Besides being a great designer, she is also a philanthropist who had recently &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1300862/Fashion-billionaire-Diane-Von-Furstenberg-pledges-HALF-fortune-greatest-charity-giveaway-history.html?ito=feeds-newsxml"&gt;pledged half her fortune to charity&lt;/a&gt;. I was so inspired by her I wanna be a philanthropist too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Back to the cheating nun story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking from my office to RHB Bank the other day and had bumped into the cheating nuns, who were busy cheating other people's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cheating nun saw me and walked towards me while pushing the amulet to my way. I took it, and being a philanthropist wanna-be like I am, I took out my wallet and gave her RM5.00. (I know some may say that I am super cheapo for donating RM5.00 but fuck, that RM5.00 is supposed to be my lunch allowance ok).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, she shook her head like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://67.18.219.83/image_hosting/web_pages/godofwine77/Co-Signs/Shaking_head.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she shoved me a notebook asking to write my name and signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I've done with filling in her notebook, I gave her the RM5.00 note I was still holding in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the cheating part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating Nun: Give RM50.00 lah. Must do more good deeds to gain good karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cannot lah, I only can afford RM5.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating Nun: Ok. What about RM30.00?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! I said I can only give you RM5.0o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating Nun: RM20.00 lah. You see other people, most little also give RM20.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I only have RM5.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating Nun: *Irritated* Ok lah! (Took my RM5.00 and walked off without saying thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where got like this one????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so stupid for letting her go with my RM5.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom on the phone after the incident and mom said that I should have walk away when the cheating nun had asked for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! Felt damn stupid again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you all in Petaling Jaya area, if you happen to bump into these two old women that dresses up like nun, dun fall into their trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for those idiots who had donated RM50.00 to them... I ady stupid, they more stupid than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet those money donated will go directly to the cheating nuns' pocket. Fuck, they might even have a "Cheating Old People Society" that teaches old people tricks to cheat money from the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-1490548851966613738?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/1490548851966613738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=1490548851966613738&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1490548851966613738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1490548851966613738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/08/fake-nun-cheated-my-money.html' title='Fake Nun Cheated My Money'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-500512299576474422</id><published>2010-06-23T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:06:43.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>An Accident In KLCC</title><content type='html'>15th June 2010 will be a date that I will never forget as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 1.00pm in the afternoon when me, mom and Sukorn had gone to KLCC for some windows shopping. As we reached in front of Chameleon, a hair accessories shop, mom went in to buy some stuffs while me and Sukorn waited outside. As Juice Boost is only nearby, I brought Sukorn over to get some fruit juice. He was in his stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a glass of "Water Works" and played with Sukorn while waiting for my fruit juice. When the fruit juice was ready, I stood up to take it and the next thing I knew, Sukorn had fell off his stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukorn was crying really loudly with his face on the ground. I put the juice aside and squated down to  carry him up. And I was shocked to see blood streaming down from his head. A lot of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was panic and the next thing I know, a man came up to me and suggested that I bring Sukorn to the nearest pharmacy. He helped me pushed the stroller while I was carrying Sukorn in my arms. And both of us ran to the pharmacy which is on the other side of the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the pharmacy, the pharmacist helped cleaning the wound. Sukorn kinda calmed down when I put him on my lap. He was even reaching for my fruit juice. But cried when the pharmacist came with the cleaning tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we had Sukorn's wound cleaned, the good man asked if I was with anyone else in the mall and I gave him my mom's number as she still didn't know about the mishap. As my mom wasn't answering the phone, he ran back to Chameleon to get her. My mom was in shocked upon see-ing bloods on Sukorn's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pharmacist had done cleaning the wound, I paid for the cottons and bandages. I was kinda pissed when the receptionist took her own sweet time just to look for the price of the items that were opened by the pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the wound was kinda big, it was around 1.5 inches long, we went up to KLCC Medical Center to have it checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was good as we were rushed into the emergency room and the doctor came immediately to have a look at the wound. The doctor then told us that it was only a small cut and asked us not to worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then applied some "glue" to the wound to close up the teared skin. Sukorn was crying really loudly throughout the process. I was crying too because it was really painful to watch him in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we are done, we paid for the consultation and medical fees. Sukorn was given a bottle of antibiotic. While waiting for me to pay, Sukorn had fell asleep in my mom's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put him back in the stroller so that he could sleep comfortably. We then went to Isetan to get a pair of new clothes as Sukorn's shirt and pants had been stained with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukorn was awake when were done and we brought him to the baby's room to feed him with milk and changed him. We took the taxi home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad after the incident. It made me feel even worst when both mom and Fire didn't scold me for my carelessness. Both of them reminded me to be extra careful in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days had passed, I felt better. I was glad that nothing major had happened and Sukorn was still his active self when we got home. I was glad that there were no sharp edges on the ground. And I was very thankful for that kind man that had helped me out when I was in panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that the wound is healing up and Sukorn is still as active as ever. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-500512299576474422?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/500512299576474422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=500512299576474422&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/500512299576474422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/500512299576474422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/06/accident-in-klcc.html' title='An Accident In KLCC'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-7259353258227149338</id><published>2010-06-01T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T06:13:19.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Baby Sukorn At 16th Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I would like to apologize for abandoning this blog for such a long period. I am currently trying to juggle a few things at the same time plus the lack of inspiration to blog are the reasons why I have been missing for the past few weeks. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am beginning to lose count of how month he is now.. because well, we are gonna calculate his age by year soon. How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4660851873_e7e4e23503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to watch the growth of your child is the best thing that had ever happened in any person's life. I had watched him getting frustrated because he couldn't turn over to his chest, watched how happy he was when he first learnt how to crawl, watched him standing on his feet, watched him trying to walk on his own. We are very proud because our little precious is a fighter and he never give up. And I am sure all babies are fighters too. This is something that we all should learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4661472582_d424039bc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Sukorn does not give up when we stopped him from rummaging through the drawers too. Now that he is walking stably, he would walk around the house and opens each and every drawers available in the house. And then, he would take out everything from the drawer, one by one, and throws it all over the floor. If he is not doing that, he would be playing around with the mouse and typing away with the keyboard. My mom even sealed up the drawers of the television's rack because she got tired of tidying up after him. *Headache*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4660852165_4cb950978e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukorn can now climb up the bed on his own too. But it is still dangerous for him to do so on his own so we have to keep watch of him constantlyto prevent him from falling off the bed. But he did fell off for a few times and that broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, he fell down from the bed while he was sleeping. And I am still feeling really guilty because I was sleeping besides him that night. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all the headaches and heartaches he brings to us, he is still a very sweet child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1274/4661472798_50fd848bbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time when my mom put two fish biscuits on her palm for Sukorn to take, instead of eating both of the biscuits, he took one and put it in my mouth. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he would be grinning and laughing and dancing around everytime we got back from work. Mom said that he would go out to the balcony at 8.00pm everyday without a miss to wait for us. And he would ran to the door when he saw his daddy's car passing by. How sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4660852553_6995de5a51.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time ever, I had done something which I had always hoped for. To go shopping with my children. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sukorn had been hanging around in KLCC for two days. (Today and yesterday) I had brought him over to a children's music and art classes. It was a free trial thingy that was introduced by my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly speaking, these type of classes, IN MY HONEST OPINION, are only aimed for those rich tais tais to dump their children in the centre so that they could go shopping without their children. Or else why are they only available in the mall like KLCC and Bangsar Shopping Village? And the fees aren't cheap, ranging from RM35 above per session that only last for 30-60 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4661473088_3320f4b7f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the class, I had brought Sukorn around to look for new shoes because his current shoe is getting dirty and worn out. And he need another pair when I get the old shoe cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, it wasn't an easy task at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukorn had really wide and "meaty" feet for his age. So most of the shoes we tried although the shoes are longer than his feet, he still couldn't wear it. After trying out so many pairs in so many different shops, a salesgirl from Bata finally suggested that he wears older kid's shoes with the smallest size instead. And we finally found something that is nice and fitting. I was telling the salegirls that I cannot imagine how hard it is gonna when we shop for the school shoes in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we didn't really spent a long time in KLCC, but it was still a lot of fun walking together, holding hands although he won't let me hold his hands at most of the time, but we did have fun. And yeah, I would let him walk and only carry him when I was paying in the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to do this again. My mom was worried that I couldn't handle Sukorn by myself in the shopping mall. Well... I proved her wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/4661531286_e73bddc400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-7259353258227149338?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/7259353258227149338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=7259353258227149338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/7259353258227149338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/7259353258227149338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-sukorn-at-16th-month.html' title='Baby Sukorn At 16th Month'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4660851873_e7e4e23503_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4388373970237783190</id><published>2010-05-11T13:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:07:03.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Fartsy'/><title type='text'>Layered Glowing Text Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/4597931680_3b42d41b88.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna try this, &lt;a href="http://psd.tutsplus.com/category/tutorials/text-effects-tutorials/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; for the tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy it as much as I do. I didn't finish the while tutorial because my computer kinda jammed a lil while doing it halfway. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-4388373970237783190?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4388373970237783190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4388373970237783190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4388373970237783190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4388373970237783190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/05/layered-glowing-text-effetc.html' title='Layered Glowing Text Effect'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/4597931680_3b42d41b88_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-618147757470666545</id><published>2010-05-06T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:07:11.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Fartsy'/><title type='text'>Le Shoppe, The Latest Blogshop In Town</title><content type='html'>Many people didn't know that I am actually quite an artsy fartsy person. I can spend 3-4 hours in front of the computer learning the Photoshop effects on the computer. I especially like to learn the text effects on the Photoshop. I am still pretty much a noob so most of the time, I will be copycating tutorials from sites like &lt;a href="http://psd.tutsplus.com/"&gt;http://psd.tutsplus.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Do visit them if you are interested to learn the basics, tips and tricks in Photoshop. PSD Tuts are really really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Photoshop, my brother &lt;a href="http://jjzai.blogspot.com/"&gt;JJ&lt;/a&gt; had got me to design a logo for his new blogshop. It's called &lt;a href="http://jx-shop.blogspot.com/"&gt;Le Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;, and they are selling a lot of cool stuffs like contact lenses and really cute fridge magnets. They will be bringing more gorgeous items like ladies handbags and guess what?? My amigurumi dolls will be sold there too. :D Do hop over there to support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the logo that I've made for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs579.snc3/31581_114688121903155_111565748882059_82961_6236007_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like it because it's really simple, neat and nice like what our friend &lt;a href="http://shoutoutlounge.com/"&gt;Lasker&lt;/a&gt; had mentioned. Ahh.. glad that there are someone else besides me that like it as well.. Maybe I should start designing logo to earn some extra income....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-618147757470666545?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/618147757470666545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=618147757470666545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/618147757470666545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/618147757470666545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/05/le-shoppe-latest-blogshop-in-town.html' title='Le Shoppe, The Latest Blogshop In Town'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748207513074271649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23Y56OlevrI/S9QQDbmn0_I/AAAAAAAABMI/c_Zyjkbizwg/S220/n556665991_8669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-9033203219975623381</id><published>2010-04-23T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:07:52.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>The World Is Sick</title><content type='html'>Yes, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the natural disasters to the humans mindset. It's like there's no more cure left and everyone is going to die sooner or later, whether being hit by the road bully who's like need to drive at 150 kmph no matter where he drives, you know, like his shit is coming out soon. Or being trapped in the debris after a serious earthquake. Or being raped and killed by some psychotic rapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is so sick now and I really feel like there's no way humans can heal it anymore. Even if scientist, biologist and whatever-gist experts reallyh found a way to stop the earth from having serious PMS, there will still be a bunch of ignorant humans that continue to pollute the earth and making it sicker everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worst is the way another bunch of humans who afre actually using the already sick earth to make money. Earth Hour? I say, EARTH MY ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of switching off all the electrical appliances in the house for one hour when poeple are outside of the house barbeque-ing? And if you haven't read the article yet, it is actually NO USE to switch off all your electrical stuffs because the truth is, TNB had paid for it and will still generate the electricity even if you switch off your lights. Go google up for the article if you think I am talking trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what about those humans who are far worst than the animals? They are so sick in the brain, they gave birth and they throw their own newborn into the rubbish dump. If you can bear the responsibility as a mom, why get pregnant? If you love sex without protection so much, why not take the birth control pills? I normally blame both men and women when it comes to unprepared pregnancy, but I blame the women the most. It takes two to tango. If the women didn't let the penis in their vagina, then they won't get pregnant. Retards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is getting harder and harder to live in. Do whatever that you want to do now, don;t wait till its too late because you won't know when the world is gonna end. 2012 is another two years away~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-9033203219975623381?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/9033203219975623381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=9033203219975623381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/9033203219975623381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/9033203219975623381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/04/world-is-sick.html' title='The World Is Sick'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-1289861039308254037</id><published>2010-04-01T01:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:08:12.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ads'/><title type='text'>Family, Sloggi And Me</title><content type='html'>A lot of people are talking about how they love the earth, the mother nature, the country and so off. But for me, I am on the selfish side because I love my family and well, myself more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I love my MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_3577 copy by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4478998143/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_3577 copy" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4478998143_8be8e60452.jpg" width="382" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really cool of her to allow me to take this photo and post it up in my blog. Kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mom, in fact I love my mom A LOT although there were times when she can be so naggy and annoying, but then I still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that knew me well would know that my ex-dad is a jerk. I call him my ex-dad because he had desserted me and my mom after my SPM for another woman. So he is no longer my dad. Ok, let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was the only child, there were only the two of us in the house after my ex-dad left. So mom would be the one who change the light bulb, KILL THE COCKROACH, change the piping in the house, etc. She's da man and she's da hero in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I love my LITTLE PRECIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_3562 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4478998137/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_3562" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4478998137_e8db46cc5b.jpg" width="382" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot of fun to be a mom really. I am serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I reach home from work, baby Sukorn would walk really fast towards the door while laughing. He will then show me all his new antics he'd learnt that day. For example, he can now, walk backwards. Walk in a ballet style with his foot jutted up. He can even dance to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once in while he would kiss my forehead. Awwwwwwwwwww..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never understand how a person could kill his/her own child loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I love my HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_3576 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4478998141/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_3576" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4478998141_30c421fe76.jpg" width="382" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the best husband anyone could ever wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sound so braggy but he really is the best husband anyone could ever wish for. How often do you find a man who is willing to clean up the dishes after dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny because we would often think and say the same thing. We are so mentally synchronised, we knew what each other wants without the need of saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, byyyy... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I love MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC09247 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4478998131/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC09247" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4478998131_d78de98493.jpg" width="382" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love myself so much I would look at the mirror and camwhore whenever possible. the fitting room in my office is the place where I like to hang out the most when my boss is not around. I may not be the slimmest or prettiest person in the world but I have very high CONFIDENCE about myself. Queen Latifah is my biggest inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being fat doesn't mean that you are ugly. Always remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fyi, wearing the right lingerie helps boost one's self-confidence too. That's why I love Sloggi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloggi is unlike other lingerie brands in the market because of their young, fresh and cutesy design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sloggi022 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4479140569/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sloggi022" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2763/4479140569_8e02b3489d.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never fail to attract me with their collections of pastel coloured floral designs like this. I don't think any girl could resist it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;. So girlish so young, I LIKE! And it is greater now that Sloggi are being environmental friendly by using recycled materials to make their range of cute lingeries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not sure if you know this or not. There is actually a hidden treasure in Sloggi's website. :D Let me share it with you here.. kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DRUMROOOLLLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE DESKTOP WALLPAPERS FOR THE GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="get by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4479627374/"&gt;&lt;img alt="get" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2768/4479627374_1e8122f4b8.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOooooo... Sexy eye candies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="get2 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4479627378/"&gt;&lt;img alt="get2" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4479627378_36f008a011.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy in red is really cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="get3 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4479627384/"&gt;&lt;img alt="get3" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4479627384_4118d60f90.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not sharing a laptop with my husband, I would definitely download this as my wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like these wallpapers as much as I do, go get them NOW at &lt;a href="http://www.sloggi.com/my/index.php"&gt;http://www.sloggi.com/my/index.php&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that Sloggi offers something for men too. Ahh.. I think Imma get these cute briefs for my husband on his birthday. &lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/emote/JFBQ00216070523B.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know there are a lot of guys reading this blog as well, so here's something for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="get4 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4479627388/"&gt;&lt;img alt="get4" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4479627388_266d94521d_o.jpg" width="578" height="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="sloggi-1023x296 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4478998145/"&gt;&lt;img alt="sloggi-1023x296" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4478998145_3d3418ab95.jpg" width="500" height="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-1289861039308254037?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/1289861039308254037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=1289861039308254037&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1289861039308254037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1289861039308254037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-sloggi-and-me.html' title='Family, Sloggi And Me'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4478998143_8be8e60452_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5460601326996782317</id><published>2010-03-28T11:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:08:54.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shameless Photos'/><title type='text'>Adultry With My Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: PLEASE DON'T CONTINUE IF YOU ARE FEELING VOMITEY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://defirewire.blogspot.com/"&gt;hubby&lt;/a&gt; was away for his Energizer Night Run last night. My boss (a lady) had left earlier so I was left alone in the office. I was feeling really bored and well, really really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC09192 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4469021140/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC09192" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4469021140_7352f16e7f.jpg" width="380" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to talk to ease my boring-ness, but there were no one around so I camwhored to kill time. But it doesnt help to keep my mind off how empty and isolated I was. So I did something more adventurous, I tried to do the Victoria Beckham's pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC09193 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4468245489/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC09193" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2740/4468245489_f045e9f580.jpg" width="380" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so damn sexy after I pouted. So the next best thing to do was to pose sexily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC09212 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4468245641/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC09212" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4468245641_046cfb5227.jpg" width="380" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I felt so sexy already. But still, I am alone. I need companionship, I need love. I looked into the mirror and I saw someone familiar. I knew this person is someone whom I can trust. I leaned closer and our lips touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC09233 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4469021940/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC09233" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4469021940_5e09be0b8e.jpg" width="380" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. I felt adulterous. Sorry hubby, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC09219 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4468245781/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC09219" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2701/4468245781_810bb73c95.jpg" width="380" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love myself too much. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &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/848894980231634887-5460601326996782317?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5460601326996782317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5460601326996782317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5460601326996782317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5460601326996782317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/03/adultry-with-my-reflections.html' title='Adultry With My Reflections'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4469021140_7352f16e7f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-8503847120661948149</id><published>2010-03-16T11:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:09:10.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>Wangsa Maju Section 2 Sucks!</title><content type='html'>I stay in one of the flats in Wangsa Maju Section 2, Setapak, Kuala Lumpur. I've been staying here since August 2008. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rental is RM450-00 per month. And that's the reason we stayed here in the first place. The damn cheap rental. If you want cheap stuffs, you have to be well prepared for the mental tortures ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) This place is PORKING DIRTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see cat shits on the stairs. They will be left there until the shit turns to dust. No one will clean it up. And in other place, sweepers/janitors/cleaners will sweep the dry leaves and rubbish from the road and throw it in the rubbish dump. They will clean the drain to make sure that it is not clogged. But over here in Wangsa Maju, they will do the opposite. They throw everything in the drain. Dry leaves, rubbish, cat shits, EVERYTHING. They will do anything to MAKE SURE that the drain is clogged. Why? Read further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) This place is filled with MOSQUITOES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Refer above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when there are a lot of mosquitoes, a bunch of idiots will come and spray the place with porking smelly anti-mosquito spray. And it's not free. This bunch of idiots will go to every huse, knock until the person in the house open the door, normally housewife. And then they will ask for money. They will tell you that it is compulsory. If you don't give, you will be fined. You know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all those shits to scare the shit out of the housewife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I know? Because I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kena-ed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before. I just gave birth when they came knocking on my door. At first I thought of keeping quiet and just ignore them. But they kept on banging my door until my baby cried. No choice. I went and opened the door and they cheated my RM20. They were asking for RM60 but I told them I don't have money. My husband is at work blah blah blah. BIG MISTAKE. They then asked me how much I got and I said RM20. HUGE MISTAKE. They then said, "RM20 pun &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;boleh lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" And I gave it to them. GIGANTIC MISTAKE! Knowing that most husband will go out for work leaving the housewife at home, they only come on weekdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They still came knocking on my door every now and then. But we just kept quiet and ignore them. Baby will no longer cry to door banging sounds because he got so used to it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think they must have had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pakat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the cleaners to purposely clog the drain so that there will be a lot of mosquitoes because they wanna make money from it. WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Not A Safe Place To Stay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our window was poked open by a stupid thief. And he tried to steal our house keys with his long rod. I heard a crack sound and woke up. And he ran away. Luckily our house keys are safe. But the stupid thief stole away my husband's office keys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) There's No Place To Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are like so many blocks but so little parking space. The ratio of the houses there to parking space is 70:30. If we are a bit late we will have no place to park at all. Then there's often some dumbass who will park right in front of people's car blocking people from coming out. And then 6am in the morning the owner of the blocked car will honk his heart out because he couldn't get out from his parking. How to sleep like that? FML! Even if you have a space to park don't be too happy. Why? Read below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Car Thief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you stay in Wangsa Maju Section 2 and you have a car, make sure that your car is locked with Steering Lock, Gear lock, Door Lock, Seat Lock, Tyre Lock and Pad Lock. Make sure you buy the most expensive type. Our car was forced open by dumb dumb thief one time. Luckily my husband's steering was locked with a steering lock. RM300++ steering lock. He couldn't drive away the car so he searched through the glove box to search for any valuble items and took away my RM29.90 Bonita sunnies leaving my husband's Rayban behind. LOL. That's why I called him dumb dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Annoying Salesmen/Donation-men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only idiotic porking smelly anti-mosquito spray peoples come banging at my door, those annoying salesmen too. hey will knock knock knock and shout "Auntie ah Auntie ah Auntie ah" and won't give up until like 10 minutes later. Sometimes they wanna sell stuffs sometimes ask for donations. Then sometimes they will say something funny to make you open the door. Something funny like "Open the door &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I know you are inside." LOL. That happened to my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih.. I can't wait to get out of this shithole!&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/848894980231634887-8503847120661948149?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/8503847120661948149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=8503847120661948149&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8503847120661948149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8503847120661948149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/03/wangsa-maju-section-2-is-shithole.html' title='Wangsa Maju Section 2 Sucks!'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-8049054008063054543</id><published>2010-03-11T19:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:09:29.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shameless Photos'/><title type='text'>Black Dramatic Smokey Eyes Make-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="black-smokie-1 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4423990079/"&gt;&lt;img alt="black-smokie-1" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4423990079_d989976816.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to do like really dark smokey eyes make-up but I always end up looking like I got punched in the eyes. I am really really hopeless with using eye-liner. I've tried the marker-pen type and also the pencil type but I am still not able to draw a proper black line on my eyelid. Same goes to mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are just as hopeless as me, worry no more. Now everyone can has Black Dramatic Smokey Eyes Make-up in just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Image2_solo by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4424754242/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image2_solo" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4424754242_0f5ac49f20.jpg" width="381" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad news is, you can only have Black Dramatic Smokey Eyes in your photos because it's actually edited to it. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before &amp;amp; After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Image2 by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4424744584/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2755/4424744584_a39e6d60a8.jpg" width="500" height="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need are your photo, a computer and a picture editing software. And voila! Black Dramatic Smokey Eyes. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am using JASC Paint Shop Pro to do this. But the steps are almost similar if you are using Photoshop. Go google for the tutorials ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-8049054008063054543?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/8049054008063054543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=8049054008063054543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8049054008063054543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8049054008063054543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/03/black-dramatic-smokey-eyes-make-up.html' title='Black Dramatic Smokey Eyes Make-up'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4423990079_d989976816_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-7765427920325990072</id><published>2010-03-03T15:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:10:08.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Trying To Be Funny'/><title type='text'>Fitting Room Drama #2</title><content type='html'>This is one of a kind superbly funneh Fitting Room Drama that not everyone has the chance to encounter. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Nichii, Berjaya Times Square a couple of weeks ago to get some dresses. While I was in the fitting room trying on the clothes, I heard a "commotion" outside. So me for being such a kepoh, I quickly put back my own clothes and got out of the fitting room to go kepoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently an auntie, in her 50s had her OWN clothes stolen while she was trying on Nichii's top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Auntie went into the fitting room with a Nichii top to put it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4410066182/" title="Image1 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4410066182_ec7a8f664f_o.png" alt="Image1" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Auntie walked out of the fitting to parade the Nichii top to her husband and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4410066184/" title="Image2 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2733/4410066184_c405bcd92e_o.png" alt="Image2" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Auntie walked back into the fitting room to change back to her own top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4410066186/" title="Image3 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4410066186_7a51a0d634_o.png" alt="Image3" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Auntie found out her own top is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4410066190/" title="Image4 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2724/4410066190_1bb473cb71_o.png" alt="Image4" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Auntie go check with Nichii salesgirl #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4410066194/" title="Image5 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4410066194_3a5eca301e_o.png" alt="Image5" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Salesgirl #1 checked their pile of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4410066196/" title="Image6 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4410066196_e7e24af785_o.png" alt="Image6" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Salesgirl #1 cannot find Auntie's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4409302413/" title="Image7 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2706/4409302413_4598bcffdc_o.png" alt="Image7" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Salesgirl #2 said she saw SOMEBODY walked into the fitting while the auntie was parading the Nichii top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4409302417/" title="Image8 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2777/4409302417_dbd35a6f7c_o.png" alt="Image8" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Auntie pissed because she thought that SOMEBODY must have stolen her clothes but she was no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4409302425/" title="Image9 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4409302425_b2b29d5e4a_o.png" alt="Image9" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Auntie making noise in Nichii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4409302429/" title="Image10 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4409302429_5d0d904f02_o.png" alt="Image10" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) SaeWei paid for her clothes and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4409302433/" title="Image11 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4409302433_80051fd9f5_o.png" alt="Image11" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) SaeWei didn't know what was the ending like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4409302443/" title="Image12 by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4409302443_dfe1dbac92_o.png" alt="Image12" width="436" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who would wanna steal clothes belong to Auntie in her 50s. It might be Nichii's tactic of forcing the customers to make purchase. It might be not. Or it might be the SOMEBODY have same taste like auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was the manager of Nichii at that time, I will insist that the auntie buy something from the shop because it is clearly wasn't their fault that the auntie so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hiao&lt;/span&gt; wanna parade the clothes outside and left her own clothes in the fitting room. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Siapa punya salah?? Auntie punya salah lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is.... Don't be so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hiao&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-7765427920325990072?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/7765427920325990072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=7765427920325990072&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/7765427920325990072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/7765427920325990072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/03/fitting-room-drama-2.html' title='Fitting Room Drama #2'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6610173890470047899</id><published>2010-03-01T00:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:10:32.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Trying To Be Funny'/><title type='text'>Fitting Room Dramas</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I've changed the template of my blog again. I simply L.O.V.E this template because it's so cute I feel so young whenever I see my blog.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this template from btemplates.com. They got tons and tons of Blogger's template for you to download from. So go there if you are bored of looking at your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've designed the header myself to make it look original-er (read=more original). How I wish I studied Art last time instead of Marketing. If I knew how to design the whole template from scratch I will fill it with a lot a lot of piggies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blog tak halal.&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4401616245/" title="Piggie by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4401616245_75aac5b0fc_o.png" alt="Piggie" width="149" height="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this piggie head myself and I called her PIGGIELICIOUS. You will be seeing a lot of her in the future. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I gave birth last year I've decided to make my blog a blog on parenthood, marriage, relationship etc. But I felt that I am actually not really good in writing these kind of topics thus making me MIA most of the time. As I am also a new mother, it is totally not right to teach another new mother how to become a mother when I am a new mother myself. So I've decided to go back writing what I do best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRAPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not just craps &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. Instead of a niche blog, I'll make it a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;capalang&lt;/span&gt; blog where I write anything that I am in the mood to write. It's my blog anyway so I guess I can just write whatever bull&lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;pigs that I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the topic! As many have known, I have a job which a lot a lot of men are dying to have. My job includes helping bride into her gown, taking body measurements, help with the fittings etc. etc. etc. And most of the time, my customers are willingly to just strip naked right in front of my eyes. So you say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, guys envy die or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..This is one of the funny incident that I've came across with when a bride&lt;s&gt;zilla&lt;/s&gt; was in our shop to try on her gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4402288922/" title="Joined by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4402288922_771cd828c0_o.png" alt="Joined" width="437" height="1216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny how girls these days are so freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ganas"&lt;/span&gt; (meaning=violent) compared to the guys. In the end, the boyfriend followed her into the fitting room and they spent at least 20 minutes in the fitting doing "God-knows-what-they-did-inside"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this, I've a few times accidentally seen titties of the girls in the fitting room. Before you shoot me of being a total pervert, let me tell you something.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS NOT ON PURPOSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Those girls were just so eager to put on their new gowns they simply strip off naked before making sure that the curtains are closed properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4401658713/" title="naked by SaeWei, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4050/4401658713_ed88b2340a_o.png" alt="naked" width="406" height="415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girls.. whether you are in the bridal house or boutiques, make sure that the door and curtains are closed properly before changing. If other girls see you still never mind because they have whatever that you have, if not bigger. But if a guy standing outside of the fitting room see you.. Cham liao..He might have a boner and it won't be easy explaining that to his bridezilla later on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met with another Fitting Room Drama not too long ago when I was shopping for a dinner dress at a mall. I shall share the story with you on the next post. For now.. I gotta go get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-6610173890470047899?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6610173890470047899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6610173890470047899&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6610173890470047899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6610173890470047899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/03/fitting-room-dramas.html' title='Fitting Room Dramas'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-7928684752888830420</id><published>2010-02-25T18:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:10:49.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shameless Photos'/><title type='text'>I Got Back My Brick Game *ngek ngek ngek*</title><content type='html'>One of the best thing that happened during Chinese New Year was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;getting back my brick game from mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC08851_edited by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4387248760/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08851_edited" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4387248760_c26ae40a69.jpg" width="500" height="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt gave me this brick game more than a decade ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then I was soooooooooooo addicted to it, I played non-stop when I am at home. Played while having dinner, played while watching T.V, played while doing my homeworks, played while studying for exams, played while doing house chores, played while doing my thang in the toilet and there was a time I brought it into the bathroom and played it while taking my bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom so pissed she confiscated my dear brick game and I've never played it since until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom actually wanted to give it to Sukorn for him to play around with it. But once I set my eyes on my darling brick game, I snatched it and now it's under my safekeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC08836_edited by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4387248428/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08836_edited" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4387248428_c25e598d9e.jpg" width="378" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*camwhore a lil with darling&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I bring my brick game everywhere I go. Play with it while on my way to work. Playwith it in the office when boss is away. Hubby is getting annoyed because I paid all my attention to my long lost brick game he feels ignored. HAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DSC08849_edited by SaeWei, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23268246@N02/4387248618/"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC08849_edited" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2708/4387248618_6bd4a33cde.jpg" width="378" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear brickkie, don't worry baby, nobody is gonna separate us ever again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-7928684752888830420?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/7928684752888830420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=7928684752888830420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/7928684752888830420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/7928684752888830420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-got-back-my-brick-game-ngek-ngek-ngek.html' title='I Got Back My Brick Game *ngek ngek ngek*'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4387248760_c26ae40a69_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3855959779567212097</id><published>2010-02-24T15:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:11:17.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wedding Is A Once In A Lifetime Event, Don't Be Stingy!</title><content type='html'>I was stitching some swarovski crystals to a customer's gown and got really pissed when I overheard this conversation between my boss and her customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Wedding is such a waste of money. &lt;em&gt;(She said this while trying to negotiate the price to tailormake her wedding gown)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Wedding is a once in a lifetime thing. Even if you don't tailormake your wedding gown you still need to waste money to rent the wedding gown. What about dinner reception? All that involves money too. If you want to calculate until like that then better no need to have the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I ALSO DUN WANT TO MARRY ONE MAH NOW MAKE ME "*FAN" NIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fan means stressed in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she said this my first reaction was "WT-TOOT!!" and my second reaction was to bitch about it to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on lah, wedding is supposed to be a happy event which marks the start of the marriage life between you and your husband. Why say until like you are being forced to get married. I will be really sad if I am to be husband. How many girls out there who is hoping to get married but unable to do so due to some circumstances. Want to complain pulak...Amboooiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, wedding is like once in a lifetime thingy, it's not like you are gonna get married twice or once a month. So I think that it is completely alright to spend some money to make it grand and memorable. It's not like you get to wear a wedding gown all the time pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me for example, I was stingy about getting an expensive make-up artist for my wedding day so in the end I appointed a cheapo makeup artist and ended up looking older than my hubby's grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, up till today I still cried looking at the photographs taken that day. I looked freaking hideous although hubby had consoled me that I still look ok on that day. But I don't want to look OK on my wedding day, I want to be pretty, the PRETTIEST on that day, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;THE BOMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I wanna look flawless. But due to my stinginess I looked like a grandma that day. FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if I had paid for a professional makeup artist which charges a few hundreds extra I would looked like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.craveonline.com/article_imgs/Image/pretty-bride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.funny-blogger.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/ugly-bride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I am saying is you dun marry for many many times, it's just ONE time when you can get to splurge to look pretty on your big day so just go for it and look for the BEST and only the best vendors you can get. Do researchs, and don't do last minute appointments like what I did. Don't let the price blinds you and end up regretting about it for the rest of your life. Trust me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-3855959779567212097?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3855959779567212097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3855959779567212097&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3855959779567212097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3855959779567212097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/02/wedding-is-once-in-lifetime-event-dont.html' title='Wedding Is A Once In A Lifetime Event, Don&apos;t Be Stingy!'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-467249930861607630</id><published>2010-02-23T18:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:12:22.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jetsetter Not'/><title type='text'>First Time Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year holidays are over. It's so damn unmotivating to come back to work today while my boss is still holidaying over in Cameron Highlands. &lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/emote/JFBQ00228070622A.gif" /&gt; It was a lot of fun doing nothing but sleep, eat and watch TV for a whole week. It's really a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;idea to go out during the holidays because everywhere is jampacked. The Kek-Lok-Si, the Malls, The Kopitiams, etc. So it's best to just stay home and do what I did. Sleep, eat and watch TV. And I would like to thank &lt;a href="http://satkuru.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Satkuru&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for saving me from getting my butt kicked for missing the flight back to Penang. We can never thank you enough!  &lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/emote/JFBQ00224070614A.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was, we bought Air Asia tickets online to fly back to Penang for CNY. And as that was my first time taking a plane I had no idea that we are supposed to check in 45 minutes before the plane takes off,meaning we are supposed to reach the air port die die before &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1.45p.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But being a Malaysian and a person who is always late, by the time we reached the airport, it was already &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.15p.m&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran like a bunch of crazy people with me holding Sukorn to the Check in counter. I was thrilled to see that the counter is still open. But by the time it was my turn, the counter had been closed right in my face and I was told to check in at the service counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the service counter and was actually begging and begging for the officer to let us in. But was turned down by him eventhough tears were already flowing from my eyes. That officer was so freaking snobbish I feel like kicking myself for having to beg for his help. But after a few minutes of begging him to let us in, he chased me away by saying &lt;em&gt;"Miss, the only option is to go buy a new ticket. Please step away because I have other customers to attend to." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/emote/JFBQ00151070111C.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the nearby cafe to buy lunches for my mom as we had not eaten anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While crying like a baby I called Fire and Satkuru informing them about my bad luck. &lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/emote/JFBQ00151070111C.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went over to the sales counter to check if there's anymore flights available that day. BUt to my disappointment, all tickets were SOLD OUT! But even if there are tickets available that day, I can't even afford to buy it. It's like RM270++ per ticket. &lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/emote/JFBQ00151070111C.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's nothing else I can do to get the ticket, it's only normal for me to cry like a freaking 5 years old in the cafe. Freaking stress can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly I see a bright light of hope, eh no...I received a SMS of hope from Satkuru. One of his friend was taking the same flight as mine and the flight was delayed till pretty late so he got me to quickly go to the service counter and check with them and see if we are allowed to check in or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, after reading the SMS ran like mad to the service counter and I was thankful that the arrogant, snobbish, rude, "lorheng", fugly Malay officer I spoke with just now wasn't there. I went straight to a Indian uncle officer and told him about my situation. He then checked with the crew on his walkie talkie and then said YES and ask me for ICs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fast fast threw him mine and Sukorn's ICs and ran back to the cafe to get my mom and then ran back to the counter with two luggages and passed the uncle my mom's I.C. And then ran to the next counter to pass them our luggages and then ran to go on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I ran more in the airport that day than I do in a month normally.  Luckily I was wearing a pair of flat sandals and not the 4" wedges that I was banned from wearing after pokkai-ng down in Carrefour Wangsa Maju not too long ago.&lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/emote/JFBQ00170070306B.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, All's Well End's Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story is... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When the flight is delayed, you have to wait for it, but if you are late, the plane does not wait for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-467249930861607630?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/467249930861607630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=467249930861607630&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/467249930861607630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/467249930861607630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-time-flying-dramas-shit.html' title='First Time Flying'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6061049326719121626</id><published>2010-01-16T12:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:12:38.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Baby Sukorn's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>"Time flies when you are enjoying it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the phrase that I bet you have heard it over and over again but is always true. Compare being at home and being at work, the clock always seems to move slower when you are in the office, well, unless you hated your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the nick of eye, Sukorn is now a 1 year old baby. He can now walks on his own without needing to hold on to anything. It seems like it's only not long ago when I was still pregnant. &lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/emote/JFBQ00202070425A.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sukorn birthday, the 4 of us went to National Zoo in the moning. BAD CHOICE! The weather was hot and humid. And instead of looking at the animals, Sukorn chose to look at the visitors instead and ended sleeping in his stroller all sweating while we were baked under the sun. And the ticket is so so damn expensive. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM20-00 per adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we paid RM60-00 to be baked under the sun and to look at dying animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals there were all looking half dead. The monkeys even shoved their hands out of the cage to pull and eat the grasses grow outside of the cage. That's how bad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd that's not all. food sold inside the zoo and so so so throat-cutting expensive as well. After walking for like an hour, we were so thirty and hungry we stopped walking and bought some food and drinks from a mini stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2 bottles of 500ml mineral water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2 cones of ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1 pack of pop corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2 pcs curry puffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;= RM36-00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how crazy it is. So next time if you insist of going to the zoo for a visit, REMEMBER to bring your own water and food instead. Don't be stupid like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the zoo, we went to the nearby McDonald's to have our lunch. And we fetched mom and baby home for a rest while me and hubby went to Carrefour to get some foods for the night's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought some nuggerts, drummets, cocktails drinks etc for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun looking at the food turning all right for the party. And the best part was, everyone arrived with a present. HAHAHAHAA.. &lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/emote/yociexp108.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had cake and everyone sat down for some chit chats before they were off to their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take the opportunity to thank you guys again for coming to the party and to celebrate this important day with us. And to those who went to Bali, we shall party next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is just a few days away. I'll be flying to Penang with mom and Sukorn this Friday while Firewire will be driving to Malacca and will be joining us in Penang a few days later. It's too bad that Valentine's Day falls on the same day as the first day of Chinese New Year. But as they said... if there's love, everyday should be a Valentine;s Day. But hey...who gives their wife presents everyday huh??? &lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/emote/yociexp73.GIF" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/head/newyearcici.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yoyocici.com/download/down/head/yoyoshow112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-6061049326719121626?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6061049326719121626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6061049326719121626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6061049326719121626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6061049326719121626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-sukorns-1st-birthday.html' title='Baby Sukorn&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-8936825435598201282</id><published>2010-01-10T12:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:12:44.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Bringing Baby To Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUKORN'S UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;Baby Sukorn can now walk on his own without holding on to anything!!!! Eventhough he'll tumble after 2-3 steps, but for him and for us, it's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; achievement! We are so proud of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://freecutemsn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/love-you-anime-emoticon.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://freecutemsn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/love-you-anime-emoticon.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://freecutemsn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/love-you-anime-emoticon.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost two week ago, my mom had gone back to Butterworth to run her errands as usual but this time longer. While she was in Butterworth, I had no choice but to bring baby Sukorn to work. To be honest I rather stay home than to bring him to work but when I told my boss of my situation she said this to me instead. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rather you bring baby to work than to take leave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a shop where we customize wedding gowns for the bride-to-be(s). It's a small shop with only only me and my boss in it. My working days are from Wednesday to Sunday therefore I only need to bring Sukorn to work for 2 days as hubby will be at home to look after him during the weekends and our shop was closed for the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Wednesday morning before I went to work, I've packed all the essentials items like &lt;strong&gt;Milk Powder&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Baby Cereal&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Hot Water&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;2 Baby Bottles&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Pacifier&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;2 Diapers&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Baby Nappy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Baby Wet Wipes&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Baby Changing Mat&lt;/strong&gt;, a pair of &lt;strong&gt;Clean Clothes&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;Blanket&lt;/strong&gt;, baby's favorite &lt;strong&gt;Pillow &lt;/strong&gt;and a bag full of &lt;strong&gt;Toys&lt;/strong&gt;. And after I've changed Sukorn's clothes and fed him milk, we were all set to go. Sukorn was ready to vist his mommy's office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached my office, we've brought up the &lt;strong&gt;Stroller&lt;/strong&gt; so that baby can sit and sleep in it while I do my work. My boss was an angel for constantly baby talked and played with Sukorn. She has a daughter too who is 1.5 months older than Sukorn. So that explains why she's so good at playing with baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first 2 hours Sukorn was a really good boy. Playing with his toys quietly in the stroller. But I had to change the toy for him as he got bored really fast if he were to play with the same toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he started to stand up from the stroller, being curious with everything that is on my desk. When I said everything it really means EVERYTHING. Throwing down the puncher to the floor, snatching my mouse, the pens, notepads, invoices, and anything which is within his reach. And whenever I snatched the things back from him, he will cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://freecutemsn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/msn-emotions-monkey-surender.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://freecutemsn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/msn-emotions-monkey-surender.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://freecutemsn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/msn-emotions-monkey-surender.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I've eventually surrendered and passed him a pen. And he ended having pen marks all over his thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://freecutemsn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/animated-monkey-emoticons-bleeding.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://freecutemsn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/animated-monkey-emoticons-bleeding.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://freecutemsn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/animated-monkey-emoticons-bleeding.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie joined me for lunch because she wanted to see Sukorn an had missed him terrrrriiibbbbllyyyyy although she had just seen him like 2 nights ago. That's how powerful my Sukorn is. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed up to my office and I've prepared some milk to feed Sukorn while chatting with Evie. And Sukorn had fell asleep on my lap while drinking his milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've then out him on the stroller so that I could do some work. My boss was really funny as she would be whispering when she wanna say something. And she was so understanding and worried that she might interrupt baby's sleeping, she went to the TOILET to speak on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After baby's awake, he continued to crawl about in the stoller, standing up on his own while holding on to the table to peek on what his mommy is doing. He would try to climb to my lap to hint that he wants me to hold him. He would talked to himself, sometimes sang and sometimes yell out of the sudden. All of those cute stuffs that made both me and my boss laughed so hard our tummies hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when some customers came to try on their gowns. I've no choice but to hold Sukorn and put him on the floor (carpeted) in the fitting room. Instead of looking at the bride's gowns, all the bridesmaid went and played with Sukorn instead and well, the bride didn't look amused at all. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved when the day ends as everything had gone smoothly in the office. No intense yelling or crying from baby. He had been a really really really good boy despite some of his mischievous act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home, put him in a warm water and cleaned him up. Fed him milk, played for a while and then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day went on smoothly eventhough baby pooped in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's actually possible to bring your baby to work, if your boss allows you so. But, not much work can be done because you need to constantly looking at your baby. Unless your baby is the type that sleeps for 8 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am really proud to have Sukorn as my baby because my boss kept on telling me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your son is really a good boy. If I were to bring my daughter to the office, she would have torn the whole office down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like mother like son.. hehehehe..&lt;img src="http://freecutemsn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/cute-cat-6.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-8936825435598201282?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/8936825435598201282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=8936825435598201282&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8936825435598201282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8936825435598201282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2010/01/bringing-baby-to-office.html' title='Bringing Baby To Office'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4516487637140678289</id><published>2009-12-30T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:12:59.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The End Marks A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Today is 30th December 2009. In 2 days time, it would be the beginning of Year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much had happened on 2009 that if I were to summarize everything here it'll probably take me days to finish this post. So let's just forget about writing everything and just focus on the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) In January 2009, I've given birth to a beautiful baby boy who we named Sukorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I was in the confinement period during Chinese New Year thus missing all those CNY cookies, 2010's CNY, I'm going to eat as much of Kuih Kapit as I can to cover back what I've missed in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I've started Bling Paradise, a blogshop selling fashion clothes and accessories but failed teribly and made me realised that selling clothes and accessories is not an easy business no thanks to heaps of competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) After the fallen of Bling Paradise, I've started BP Crafts to customake and sell Amigurumi Toys. It had been a success as it's unique and not much people are doing it. Since then I've kept myself busy with orders. And I'm proud to say that my crochet skills are getting better and better each day. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) At work, I've learned how to sketch wedding gowns and evening gowns and had been requested to design and sketch gowns for customers. As I'm actively doing crochet, my handwork and bead works had got better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) As I wanted to grow my hair long, I've changed my short hair to thos explosive afro in June 2009 before my cousin's wedding. And after six months, I've straighten it and highlighted it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; making a big hoohaas among my customers. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Due to staying up late to do crochet, I've found out sites where I'm able to watch TVB series online for FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) My wallet had been stolen by a toddler in my &lt;strong&gt;OWN&lt;/strong&gt; office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) As my mom is around, we weren't able to hang out with friends thus had started to held dinner at our home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I've became so active in Lowyat.net that everyone knows me as the &lt;em&gt;"Hot Mama"&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were plenty of arguments between me and husband but which couple doesn't. And each arguments made us love each other more. I've found a true friend, a friend who was there during the ups and downs of my life. I've realised that it's very easy to find friends to hang out with. But when I'm in need of help I didn't know who to call. Not that other friends are bad but it's just that I don't trust them as much as I trust her. And her name is Evie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known her since high school but never got to know her well because she's such a quiet person in class. Oh boy I was so wrong. She's definitely not a quiet person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the hospital after I gave birth, this friend came allllllll the from PJ to Cheras to visit me for 2 nights in a row. And after we've gone back, she had visited us from time to time to pay with little Sukorn. Damn touched mannn.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, me and hubby realised that in Year 2008, we had wasted our time doing nothing. There's wasn'tanything significance besides our wedding and pregnancy. Year 2009, we got better, and in Year 2010, we've planned to get even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for 2010 to finally arrives. Sukorn's birthday is just around the corner. In just a blink of eyes my little baby is going to be a 1 year old toddler soon. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIGGER AND BOLDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; plans for our careers ad future and I can't wait to get out this flat house that we've been staying since August 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you guys are as excited as I am for the New Year too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all the readers of &lt;a href="http://saewei.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://saewei.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freeimageslive.co.uk/files/images003/2010newyear_colour.preview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: And in 2010, I've planned to exercise more, watch my food, and loose the extra fats on my body... Oh well~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-4516487637140678289?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4516487637140678289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4516487637140678289&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4516487637140678289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4516487637140678289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-marks-new-beginning.html' title='The End Marks A New Beginning'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-7083254255633489051</id><published>2009-12-09T11:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:13:11.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Baby Sukorn : At 11th Month</title><content type='html'>He's almost 11 months old now and here are some updates on my little Sukorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He had mastered the art of crawling. He can crawl so fast, we (hubby &amp;amp; me) lost the Crawling Match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He loves to go shopping so much. Whenever he knew that we will be going out, he will actually "oooohh ahhhhh" making sounds to get us to hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At the shopping mall, he will sit up really straight, moving around in his stroller and will smile a lot when girls play with him. Especially the pretty ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He will shake his head automatically whenever me and mom sing "ding ding dong, lala, ding ding dong" and will dance with his butt jutting in and out to upbeat music whenever he's in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He can now say a few words like "Ai khun - Sleepy", "mum mum - hungry" and say mama, dada and ah maaaa.. but only when he feels like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He is now practising how to stand up without holding to anything. His determinations do pay off as he can now stand up and stand still on his own for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. I'm so proud of baby Sukorn. Not only he is superbly cute and adorable, he actually know ow to cheer us up whenever we are stressed. Looking at him jumping up and down in his babywalker with joy really takes all the stress away after a day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who would like to know how my baby looks like =D, I've posted a photo of him in facebook. ^_^V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-7083254255633489051?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/7083254255633489051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=7083254255633489051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/7083254255633489051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/7083254255633489051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-sukorn-at-11th-month.html' title='Baby Sukorn : At 11th Month'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-2419175921393896190</id><published>2009-11-13T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:43:56.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Baby And The Babysitter</title><content type='html'>I wanna share a story with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a little girl name June*. When she was a baby, her mother had send her to the babysitter to be taken care of. The parents were very occupied with work, thus only paid June a visit during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When June was 5 years old, her mother had decided to take her home. Unfortunately, June had become so close with her babysitter, she refused to go home. She would cry profusely everytime her mother asks her to go home. Left with no choice, June was left staying with the babysitter since then, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at 18 years old, June is still staying with her babysitter. To June, the babysitter is like her mom and her own mother means nothing to her. June will go to her babysitter whenever she is sad or happy. And worst of all, June calls the babysitter, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real story shared to me by my customer and June is her younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what led the mother to make the decision on leaving her very own daughter to the babysitter, but what I know is, this is the BIGGEST mistake she had ever made in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine one day, when the daughter is old enough to work, give monthly allowance to the babysitter instead of the mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah one thing is, the mother is now still PAYING money to the babysitter to take care of her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take children's feeling for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my son for example, my mom takes care of him since birth. Mom took baby back to Penang for about 3 months. And although baby is now in KL, he is still very close to his grandma. He is closer to his grandma more than me and hubby. And whenever he cried, he will call for "AH MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" instead of "mommy" or "daddy". And there's nothing I can do about it besides spending more time with him after work and during my off days.  Anyway, "Ah Ma" means grandma in Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I want to say is, no matter how busy you are, NEVER EVER let babysitter takes care of your baby fulltime. You can leave your baby to the babysitter, but DO bring your baby home EVERYDAY after work. Do whatever you can to spend more time with your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to give birth to a baby, you don't want to give your child away to others just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain June's mom is feeling. But that's the price she has to pay for not taking care of her own child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-2419175921393896190?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/2419175921393896190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=2419175921393896190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2419175921393896190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2419175921393896190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-and-babysitter.html' title='Baby And The Babysitter'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5245162019874069776</id><published>2009-11-07T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:43:47.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Ola~</title><content type='html'>It had been months since I last update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After baby got hospitalized, I actually written a post about what happened and the experiences on the hospital. But it was way too long, I didn't post it. After I've gone lazy. And now I AM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's summarize everything that had happened for the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Baby was hit by a fever and hospitalized in the hospital for almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;- Besides having the fever, he had a sore throat and measles-like rashes too. Imagine the whole face, body, hands and legs are filled with red dots!&lt;br /&gt;- We paid less than RM50-00 for 4 days 3 nights stay in the hospital, plus medication, consultation and 2 blood tests. We got a private room too.&lt;br /&gt;- The government hospital SUCKS I swear never to bringt baby back there ever again!&lt;br /&gt;- Mom and baby are now staying with me in KL.&lt;br /&gt;- Baby is getting taller and taller each day.&lt;br /&gt;- Baby is very gtood at crawling.&lt;br /&gt;- Baby had called me "MAMMA" once &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Baby is now learning how to stand on his own without any support.&lt;br /&gt;- Fire's sister had come back and stayed with us for two weeks. I'm very glad because I have the coolest sister-in-law ever.&lt;br /&gt;- Mommy just bought a brand new 29" TV. *_*&lt;br /&gt;- Me and Fire have this really cool plan for 2010/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually so much more that I wanna share with you guys but I couldn't actually remember them now. Will add in the new post when my brain starts to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has its ups and downs as always. But I'm happy to be alive! And I hope that I don't slack off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: Sorry to you guys who had to endure with the half naked pics of Aaron Kwok for months.&lt;/strong&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/848894980231634887-5245162019874069776?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5245162019874069776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5245162019874069776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5245162019874069776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5245162019874069776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/11/ola.html' title='Ola~'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4220617396981847175</id><published>2009-08-26T00:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:43:15.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Break'/><title type='text'>MURDERER!</title><content type='html'>It's now 12.49a.m, and we just got back from the Premiere Screening of Murderer (thank you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the invites!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of those who are into thriller movies, you SHOULD watch this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/murderer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the movie poster itself is already enough to creep me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is about (NO SPOILER), Ling (a cop) waking up from coma to find out that his friend (also a cop) had been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BRUTALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; murdered. It was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRUTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had to use capital letter on that word to show you guys how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BRUTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it is. His body was drilled and was thrown down the ground from 7th floor. And when the cops arrived, they found Ling fainted on the 7th floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ling had gone out from the hospital, he continued to hunt for the murderer. And the creepy part was, all the clues that he found lead him to himself making him having doubts that he himself was the murderer. So who was the actual murderer? Watch it to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you Murderer is not some typical thriller as the ending is sooooooo darn unexpected. I was expecting someone was the one who tried to frame Ling but I was wrong and it was someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding to my husband's hand and hid my face in his armpit and closed my ears throughout the movie. I even shrieked during one of the scenes. It's really that SCARY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be prepared... Be really prepared because this movie wasted no time in giving the audiences a heart attack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Aaron Kwok ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yodakevin.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/ak6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-4220617396981847175?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4220617396981847175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4220617396981847175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4220617396981847175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4220617396981847175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/08/murderer.html' title='MURDERER!'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-8837474075360705778</id><published>2009-08-21T04:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:13:38.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shameless Photos'/><title type='text'>I'm HORRIFIED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title="horrified by genie_0426, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37000172@N04/3840882462/"&gt;&lt;img alt="horrified" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3489/3840882462_0fc3e70474.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely horrifed because I just realised that Final Destination 4's Premier Screening courtesy of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt; is gonna be held on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1st September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I horrified?? That's because I'll be back in Penang that week and I can't attend the premier.. Wuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="cry by genie_0426, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37000172@N04/3840882482/"&gt;&lt;img alt="cry" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/3840882482_1ae3b21bb7_o.gif" width="130" height="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="cry2 by genie_0426, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37000172@N04/3840092653/"&gt;&lt;img alt="cry2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/3840092653_e84fb6ce44_o.gif" width="130" height="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="cry by genie_0426, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37000172@N04/3840882482/"&gt;&lt;img alt="cry" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/3840882482_1ae3b21bb7_o.gif" width="130" height="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is, I'll probably have more fun playing with my baby boy instead~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Shy by genie_0426, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37000172@N04/3840942958/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/3840942958_4e3cdb1556_o.gif" width="130" height="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Shy by genie_0426, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37000172@N04/3840942958/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/3840942958_4e3cdb1556_o.gif" width="130" height="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Shy by genie_0426, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37000172@N04/3840942958/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/3840942958_4e3cdb1556_o.gif" width="130" height="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, this is the latest photo of mine with this crazy hairstyle that I've had for almost two months.. Nite nites~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_2362 by genie_0426, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37000172@N04/3840943158/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2362" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3484/3840943158_c915f2207e.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-8837474075360705778?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/8837474075360705778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=8837474075360705778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8837474075360705778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8837474075360705778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-horrified.html' title='I&apos;m HORRIFIED!'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3489/3840882462_0fc3e70474_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3839366326603356285</id><published>2009-08-19T07:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:13:54.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Trust Me, They Know</title><content type='html'>It is now 7.18 a.m and I just got back from Butterworth, Penang. And if you have been following my blog, you would know that I go back to Butterworth once every two weeks to spend time with my little baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first decided to have my mom takes care of my baby while we work in Kuala Lumpur, my biggest fear was not being recognized by my baby. A lot of people told me that if a baby doesn't see a person everyday, he'll forget who that person is and will treat that person like a stranger the next time they meet. Eventhough that person is his parents. But they were WRONG! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SO SO WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I'm here to clarify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been two months since months since my baby is at his grandma's house and everytime I go back I see a similar thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day at my mom's house, baby will be all cheery and active and you could see him laugh, roll around the mattress that my mom bought and placed in the middle of the living, laugh and laugh and laugh everytime we call his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, he would also be his active self again until when he sees us packing our bags getting ready to go back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would then keep really quiet and just lie down on the mattress and sometimes would look up at us when we were having our dinner. And normally I would finish my dinner quickly so that I could hold him for a while before I leave. And he would just sit quietly in my arms. There'll be no smile or laughter from him no matter how we call his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's time cfor me to go, I would pass him to my mom and he will grab my shirt and I would know that he's not willing to let us go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I leave my mom's house, I'll be crying because I feel so bad, feel so so bad because my baby has to go through such sad emotion at his young age. I'm such a bad mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom will tell me that my baby will keep on looking at us until our car is no where in sight. And that night when we leave, he will continue to lie on the mattress quietly until his grandma put him to sleep. And sometimes cried until he slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crating any stories just to be dramatic. It is that obvious. Babies and children now are really really smart unlike us in our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an option, take care of your own babies instead of leaving them to the maids and the babysitters. Taking care of baby is a lot of fun once you get used to it. If only my husband earns a lot every month, I would really love to become a fulltime housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, mommy is sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-3839366326603356285?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3839366326603356285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3839366326603356285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3839366326603356285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3839366326603356285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/08/trust-me-they-know.html' title='Trust Me, They Know'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-2258951404830408660</id><published>2009-08-14T01:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:14:13.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>The Penangites Are The Rudest! I Beg To Differ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting to a good friend of mine this morning on MSN and he kinda told me this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Penangites are really vulgar people. Most of them use vulgarities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so gonna prove how wrong he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Penangites are definitely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the only one that say bad words whenever they talk. Some of the KLites do too. Just because their "diu nei ah sing" doesn't sound as rude as "kan nin neh", it doesn't make them any more polite than us in the North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about those Mandarin speakers? Just because their "da ma de -他妈的" sounds nicer than "nin lao boh", it doesn't mean that it is a nice thing to say neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from what I've observed after staying in KL for more than a year, I dare to say that there are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SO SO SO SO MUCH MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; KLites that uses the word "F*CK" in their conversations compare to the Penangites. So who's the rude one now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my conclusion is, the Penangites and the Hokkiens are definitely NOT the rudest among all dialects and races in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all the vulgarities used, it's never my intention to offend anyone. Just in case you are really offended, I'm sorry but I'VE WARNED YA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-2258951404830408660?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/2258951404830408660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=2258951404830408660&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2258951404830408660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2258951404830408660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/08/penangites-are-rudest-i-beg-to-differ.html' title='The Penangites Are The Rudest! I Beg To Differ~'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5765094596060113724</id><published>2009-08-01T12:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:14:41.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Fartsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>The Ungentleman-ly Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hello peeps.. I've been really slacking in updating my blog after I started to&lt;br /&gt;do crochet. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"I have everything, but&lt;br /&gt;time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Cf781mw8-dk/SlswnuNVD_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/yYH02yzJ6Po/s400/Baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is one of the Amigurumi that I've done for the past few&lt;br /&gt;weeks. I totally adore this little baby because looking at it made me think of&lt;br /&gt;my little baby. So I'm not selling this little doll.. But whoever that wants it,&lt;br /&gt;I could make a new one for you.. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the post title, it really amazed me whenever I look at men who think so highly of themselves until they degrade everyone else especially their spouse, gf, mother, sister etc. I really don't understand how could a wife stands being pushed or ordered around by her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this customer of mine for example. She's one lovely lady who is soon to be married to this "arsehole" boyfriend of hers. She came over to my shop a few weeks ago to collect her wedding and evening gown. After they had paid the balance, I took the gowns to pass it to the boyfriend, but guess what, the boyfriend walked away to the door leaving the girlfriend to take both of the gowns on he own. Both gowns weighed about 5-6 kgs and the boyfriend didn't even bother to help her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pitied the lady. She is one pretty tall lady with a very outgoing and friendly personality. I'm sure that many guys were after her before she made up her to be with this man. And I really don't understand how could a man treat her girlfriend like this and they haven't even married yet and he's already showing her the "I'm-your0boss-you-are-my-maid" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left, the other customers came to me ad asked "Why her husband like that one ah?" I just shook my head speechless-ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this incident in a food court in Pavillion where the boyfriend sat on the table like a king while the poor gf walk around ordering and bringing foods and drinks for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally despised guys like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that the guys should treat their lady like a queen but they shouldn't treat them like maids and servants neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my customer, if he doesn't want to take everything, he could at least help the girlfriend out by taking one of the gowns and not leave her taking everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the lazy bum bum that waited for the girlfriend to bring him everything. He could at least order his own food while the girlfriend orders her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See-ing this made me really glad that I'm not treated like a maid by my husband.. Phew~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-5765094596060113724?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5765094596060113724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5765094596060113724&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5765094596060113724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5765094596060113724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/08/ungentleman-ly-man.html' title='The Ungentleman-ly Man'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Cf781mw8-dk/SlswnuNVD_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/yYH02yzJ6Po/s72-c/Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-1531442921172022587</id><published>2009-07-23T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:41:11.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Baby Is Now 6 Months Old~</title><content type='html'>In a blink of eye, our baby is now 6 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just came back fom visiting him at mommy's house in Penang a few days ago. And I think although he hasn't seen his daddy for a month, he can actually still remember that Fire is his dad. The funniest part is, we brought him over to the island for his monthly injection, and troughout the journey from our house to the hospital and back, both of his eyes were on his dad, nothing else but his daddy until he fell asleep on my lap when we were on our way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after his dad had left to KL the next day, he changed his attention to me. I was staying a day longer because I wanna spend as much time with him as possible. While I was having my lunch with mom, he was rolling around on the mattress in the living room. Yeah, you read it right, &lt;strong&gt;A MATTRESS IN THE LIVING ROOM&lt;/strong&gt;. My mom bought a queen size mattress and placed it in the living room so that her grandson and sleep and move around on it. See, she spoiling her grandson ady. :D Oh yeah, he was moving around and as my back was facing him, he cleverly pull my shirt so that I would look at him. And when I continue eating, he would cleverly placed his leg on my thigh to get my attention. He continuosly made me and my mom laugh non-stop with all his little actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping with him everytime I went home in Penang. And my oh my, his sleeping styles were EXACTLY like mine! Usually I'll put him down on his back when he is sleeping. But after a while of sleeping on his back, he will flipped and sleep on his sides with one leg up over his mini bolster. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's so me!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After that, he'll sleep on his back again and then slowly move and move and when I checked on him again, he'll be sleeping horizontally. I'll then moved him back to his sleeping position. After not long, he'll then flip on his sides again. Ah, so so cute! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the saddest part was the time when I was leaving to KL. A friend of my mom came to fetch me to the train station and my mom told me that baby was looking at our car.. kept on looking even after the car was no longer at his sight. And he cried real badly after that. Cried till he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing about this really broke my heart. I don't how long I can handle this anymore. I really don't know. And now, I am contemplating if I should go back and work in Penang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-1531442921172022587?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/1531442921172022587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=1531442921172022587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1531442921172022587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1531442921172022587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-is-now-6-months-old.html' title='Baby Is Now 6 Months Old~'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-2741548636659867568</id><published>2009-07-08T14:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:15:01.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Me'/><title type='text'>I'm A Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nhes.org/app/webroot/files/Baby%20Pig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As mentioned on my previous post, went back to Penang last Sunday night to visit my little precious. I always hated to take bus on a long journey so as usual I went back by the train. As I was a bit late to buy the ticket, all the sleeping berth had been sold out so I had to buy the second class sitting ticket instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was on my way to Penang, I was seated with a middle-aged Malay man. I was a little bit uncomfortable at first because the thought of sleeping with another man (although on separate seats) irks me a little. But in the end, I was really glad because he went and slept with his wife whose sitting on the other side and left me sitting alone (hurray!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The nightmares started when I was on my way back to KL. I was really really upset because I has to seat with another Malays guy in his 20s. The worst part is, the whole coach is full of his gang, which makes me the only Chinese in that coach. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Part of me was annoyed while part of me was scared. I was so scared that they will steal something from my bag that I end up holding both of my bags to myself instead of throwing them up to the place where people put their bags. And as that Malays guy besides me was leaning on his back, I dare not to lean on my back because I was afraid that he would touch me. I don't want any of his body part to touch me. Eeek!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And for the first hour of my journey back home, I was so hoping that the ticket officer would come faster so that I could exchange place to the sleeping berth (if there's any empty space) only to find out that all of them had been occupid. So there I was feeling so irritated and upset because I will be stuck there for 9 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Since I was left no other choice, I tucked my bagpack under my seat and hold another one with me the whole night. They were making a lot of noises by talking and laughing so loudly. Thank God I brought along my earphone and my phone's battery was fully charged. Inserted the earphone to my ear and blasted the MP3 player to maximum volume. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After like 2-3 hours, the guy besides eventually waved to me and initiated a conversation asking me where I want to go and so on. Being "friendly", I talked to him with a fake smile. After less than 10 minutes, we kept quiet and I plugged the earphone back into my ear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was planning to stay awake the whole night because I was really scared what they'll do to me after I fell asleep. But in the end I dozed off because I was kinda tired and I still need to go to a few hours upon reaching KL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I woke up several times during the whole trip back because it's really uncomfortable to sleep in sitting position. And I woke up to check on the time to see how long do I have to deal with this anymore. That guy besides me leaned his head toward my side but luckily not on my shoulder or else I would have freaked out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the while I did know that I'm a racist person but I didn't know that I would be so racist that I did not trust any of them race. What made it worst was the fact that I was the only girl on that coach. Really scared the shit outta me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So what I've learnt from this experience is not to buy train tickets last minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And to those that hates me after reading this post, don't judge, I'm sure that there's a part of racist-ness in you too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Conclusion is, I'm a pig, a racist PIG~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-2741548636659867568?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/2741548636659867568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=2741548636659867568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2741548636659867568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2741548636659867568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-pig.html' title='I&apos;m A Pig'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4836886588157388950</id><published>2009-06-19T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:40:17.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Donations To Help A Little Girl Who Needs A Liver Transplant</title><content type='html'>It has been a month since I lastr update my blog. I'm very sorry because I've been very busy with life and work that I lost the inspiration to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I see this news in a forum, I thought that I could post it here too to create awareness about this issue. And I hope that you readers can also help out this little girl by donating any amount of money that is affordable to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an e-mail that had been circulated around the internet by the parents' friend in order to seek more donations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----- Original Message -----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From: Pick Shan, Chan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: frb_staff@formis.net ; staff@abs.com.my ; staff@cnadvisers.com ; dgb.announce@dgb.com.my ; all_staff@first.com.my ;staff@fasb.com.my ; fbs_all@fbs.formis.net ; fcs@formis.net ; all_staff@fmt.com.my ; fns@formis.com.my ; staff@fst.com.my ;staff@tera-ap.com ; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:terri@comline.com.my"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terri@comline.com.my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sent: Monday, June 01, 2009 03:34 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: Appealing for help for baby Loke Kai Xin's liver transplant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear fellow colleagues,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good day to you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never in my life I’ve ever thought that one day I’ll be doing this for people I’ve known personally. All along it has always been strangers or the closest is friend of friend’s. The need has now arise and I hereby wish to appeal for help on behalf of our ex-colleague, Eric Loke and Lee Huey Jing, (both formerly from Formis Software Dynamics Sdn Bhd).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their daughter Loke Kai Xin was diagnosed with biliary atresia at 3 months old and a Kasai procedure was done in February then. Unfortunately, the procedure did not cure her condition and was advised liver transplant as her last and only option.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Due to her weight, she was advised by UMSC to seek medical help from Singapore. After the first round of pre-assessment at National University Hospital S’pore, both parents were found to be suitable donors for Kai Xin. As of today, 1st, June 2009, both parents are in NUH (Sg) for the second round of pre-assessment to confirm and determine their suitability to be donors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The total cost including post-operations and follow up expected to be at the region of RM500k (liver transplant and pre-assessment SGD200k, post ops, follow ups etc) or more due to her age.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This amount is just too high for them to bear in full; therefore they are appealing for our help. They have also contacted NST but NST has a condition before publish their plight - the confirmed donor information and operation date - which Eric could only provide after the second pre-assessment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fund has been set-up for Kai Xin with following bank account details. For those who are keen, kindly deposit your donations (cash or cheque) in favour of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: Loke Kai Xin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bank: Maybank Berhad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/C No.: 1-14013-213313&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attached is the referral letter from the Prof Lee @ UMSC and Liver Transplant Program cost from NUH and the following email from both parents for your perusal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May the compassion of Medicine Buddha cure all illnesses that is afflicting Loke Kai Xin now. May she has a speedy recovery, long and healthy life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rgds,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chan Pick Shan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sr Quality Assurance Specialist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Formis BASS Software Sdn Bhd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th Floor Menara PanGlobal 8 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorong P. Ramlee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50250 Kuala Lumpur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tel: +603 2070 5588&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fax: +603 2031 9403&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e265/ganchoonhau/baby2.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e265/ganchoonhau/baby1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2444/3628202804_3b6712ba72.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3638/3627390489_6268e7150b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3411/3628203356_2a53e63e61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more updates about the baby's condition, please head to the SOS blog that they had set up for the baby at &lt;a href="http://kaixin.sosblog.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;http://kaixin.sosblog.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could save a life by just donating RM5 to them. But if you really cannot help them financially because you don't even have money to eat dinner later, please help them by spreading this news and also post this in your blog so that those who can afford it could help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the bank details again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Name: Loke Kai Xin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bank: Maybank Berhad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A/C No.: 1-14013-213313&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: If you use maybank2u or ATM, you'll see Lee Huey Jing stated for confirmation because Loke Kai Xin is the name of the baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know Chinese, the meaning of "Kai Xin", so let's pray and hope that the baby can a chance to grow up and be a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please be assured that this NOT a scam. This is real and a life is really at risk now. Please please please please help them out. Thanks a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-4836886588157388950?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4836886588157388950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4836886588157388950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4836886588157388950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4836886588157388950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/06/donations-to-help-little-girl-who-needs.html' title='Donations To Help A Little Girl Who Needs A Liver Transplant'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2444/3628202804_3b6712ba72_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6766142768989571893</id><published>2009-05-08T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:40:06.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>My First Mother's Day Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3834/550s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 550px; height: 366px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3834/550s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is another 2 days away and yesterday my son had gave me my very first Mother's Day present. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's now almost 4 months old but my little baby already know how to cheer up his mommy by giving her the best present ever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He gave me a kiss on my cheek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was late last night when he have me the present. He was making some noises on the bed. So as usual I will hold him up and cuddle him to sleep as it was already pretty late. His hands was holding my shoulder. And suddenly he moved his face towards my right cheek and kissed my cheek. Not only a peck, I can actually heard a "muacks" sound from him too. After that he rested his head on my shoulder and felt asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I thought i would be getting nothing from my baby as he is still very small.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wah~ Suddenly my world is filled with sunshine and rainbow. Told you guys having a baby is not all about hardwork and burdens. Little things that they do could really change our lifes to a happier one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there. Hope you girls get the best thing from your children too....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-6766142768989571893?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6766142768989571893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6766142768989571893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6766142768989571893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6766142768989571893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-mothers-day-present.html' title='My First Mother&apos;s Day Present'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-2687833077551993852</id><published>2009-05-07T09:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:39:54.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Pulau Ketam : The Land Of Selfish Humans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/4434/puppyposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 641px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/4434/puppyposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that humans could be so selfish to do such things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the economy is good, they happily buy a dog no matter how expensive it is. And when the economy is bad, they rounded up all the dogs and throw them in a deserted island to starve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some were drowned trying to swim back to the main island. And some just died of starvation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the residents in Pulau Ketam gave lame excuses that they did what they did because there were TOO MANY stray dogs in their island. But I think there should be some other ways to overcome ths problem besides this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And from the poster above, I think the poor little terrier was once loved before he was thrown into the island like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dogs lover, Sabrina And TV Smith are now looking for sponsors as they wanted to rescue the remaining dogs on the island. And as everyone knows the rescue mission would need a lot of money to hire boats, get more hands to help catch the dogs, foods, medicines, treatments&lt;br /&gt;, cages, etc. If you would like to sponsor or help them out, do visit their website at &lt;a href="http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue/index.html"&gt;http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you would like to help them but at the same time you have no money to do so &gt;.&lt;, please help them to create more awareness by posting about the stories and link their website to your blog (if you have one), Facebook, MSN, Friendster (if you are still using it), talk about it during lunch, tea break, dinner, supper, yumchar session, etc so that more and more people know about what's going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to the residents in Pulau Ketam that took part in doing this inhumane thing, you know that what goes around comes around and you know there's karma, you better save MORE money for the rainy days. You don't want to be stranded and starve to the death like what you did to the dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yeah, your seafood SUCKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/848894980231634887-2687833077551993852?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/2687833077551993852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=2687833077551993852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2687833077551993852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2687833077551993852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-ketam-land-of-selfish-humans.html' title='Pulau Ketam : The Land Of Selfish Humans'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5505597271247283329</id><published>2009-04-26T12:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:15:41.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is 26th April 2009, which marks the 24th year I'm in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being a 24-year-old, I do feel that I'm much more mature compare to last time. I've cursed less, I'm now thinking more like an adult (at times!), even my blogging style has changed. Changed A LOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The biggest achievement I have thus far is my little baby boy. There are still times when I'm amazed that me and husband had "produced" such a beautiful and cute baby. Those who came and visited us could tell you how adorable my little prince is. Hehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in the nick of time, I've been living in KL for almost a year. Oh man, time does flies. There are certainly a lot of ups and downs living in KL. Being cheated while looking for a job. Took a bus home during the night but had zero idea where to go down. Shopping alone after a few days in KL. Staying in the hospital alone. Settled for a fabulous job with an angelic boss. Handling the whole company alone for almost two months while my boss was in her maternity leaves. Took my maternity leaves. Made a life changing decision. Learned how to crochet. Sketched my first wedding gown (still learning). Hanging out with fellow friends and &lt;a href="http://shoutoutlounge.com/"&gt;Shouters&lt;/a&gt; (you guys are fabulous). Started a &lt;a href="http://blingparadise.blogshop.com/"&gt;blogshop&lt;/a&gt; (still no business until now but never mind, "success doesn't come overtime"-&lt;a href="http://revotra.com/"&gt;Lasker&lt;/a&gt;). Travel to and fro Penang with the train. If I were to name all the things I've done last year, it'll take me the whole day to finish this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although there a few screwed up moments, I still love my life very much despite some disatisfaction moments. But no one's life is perfect, so I've just gotta learn to gulp all the negative moments down to my tummy and output it through "you know where". Life, perhaps would be happier this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I would like to take this opportunity to thank a few persons that have a huge impact in my life. Thanks mom for your love, support and care (although you annoyed me at times :P), thanks Evie and &lt;a href="http://revotra.com/"&gt;Lasker&lt;/a&gt; for your advices and thanks a lot for listening to my rantings when I'm in the bad times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least, I would like to thank Firewire aka Mr Hubby for your neverending love and care. Thank you for supporting me through my pregnancy, you've me it a lot easier for me. Thank you for driving me around. Thank you for helping me with the housechores. Thank you for goofing around with your dances and lame jokes just to make days a brighter one. Thank you for being there when I need you the most. Thank you for making feel protected whenever you are around. Thank you for fixing my blog when I'm stuck with the html codes (rofl!). Although we did had a few arguments but like I always said, arguments actually strengthen our loves and relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thank you everyone for filling my life with more colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-5505597271247283329?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5505597271247283329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5505597271247283329&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5505597271247283329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5505597271247283329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me~'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-9125269201697538863</id><published>2009-04-15T03:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:15:59.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Me'/><title type='text'>College Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rain is pouring outside and so is my tears. Rainy days like this never failed to bring back old memories into my mind. One of them was my college days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't as fortunate like many out there who has their parents to support them with their college fees. I was not like those who has their dads to sponsor them a car when they step into their college-hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working full-time right after SPM because my parents couldn't afford to pay my college fees. To continue my education, I had opted to work full-time and to study part-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working with my cousin back then so I was quite lucky as my cousin (who is also the boss) allowed me to go back at 4pm when I have class. So whenever I have class at night, I will leave my office at 4.00-5.00pm. My mom would wait for me in the office during that period of time to fetch me home so that I could wash-up and have something to fill my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she'll fetch me on her motorcycle to the jetty so that I could take the ferry to the island where my college is situated. When I reached the jetty at the island, I would wait for the bus to take me to my college in Pulau Tikus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Pulau Tikus, the first I do (if I wasn't late for class which started at 6.00pm) was to buy my dinner at 7-11 which is just opposite my college. After that I'll cross the road to my college and have my dinner while listening to the lectures in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class normally finished at 9.00pm, and sometimes ended a little bit later around 9.30pm. I would then wait for the bus right outside my college to take me back to the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that would always be in my mind is how I waited for the bus alone under the rain. I waited and waited and waited until 10.00pm++ under the rain. At that moment, I felt like crying, I felt like the unluckiest person in the world, I hated my dad for all my sufferings, I hated the God for being unfair. I waited and waited and waited and finally the bus came. There are times when I was the only person left on the bus. No one knew how frightened I was at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I reached the jetty, I'll feel relieved because there are normally a lot of people there and I know that I'll be reaching home soon. Sometimes, me and mom would go home under the heavy rain on her motorcycle and reached home soaky wet. That was the time when I hated my life the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one time when I was hit and run by a motorcycle while crossing the road to my college. My elbow, knee and foot were bleeding. My books were thrown all over the road. I was lucky because a men from the tyre shop nearby came to help picked my books up and walked me to the side of the road. He asked me if I was alright and I told him I was because I have less than RM20 in my pocket and if I go to the doctor, I would have no money left to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that my mom will be worried if I told her about what happened so I called and lied to her that my class had been canceled and was now on my way to the jetty. Upon reaching the jetty by taxi, I walked towards the ferry with my foot bleeding in my shoes. When I saw my mom in Butterworth's jetty, I broke down and cried because I couldn't take the pain any longer. That experience had left me with a phobia to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my Diploma, I was fully sponsored by the Star Education Fund. A good friend of mine told me how she had applied and successfully received the scholarship. Feeling motivated, I too applied for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling all excited, I went to my company's lawyer and asked him to help me out with the application form. There's a part where I need to fill in the reasons why I deserved the scholarship. And my lawyer did a good job by writing down a very sad story of how poor my family was and how I couldn't afford to further my studies without the funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the happiest person in the world when I received a call from the college asking me to attend the interview. Suring the interview, I cried in front of the interviewers while telling them my story. And I guessed that my story touched their heart as I got another call from the college after a few weeks informing that I've got the scholarship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the proudest moment in my entire life as I got to study free for my Diploma. But I stopped studying after I got my Diploma because the exam fees are getting pricier and I couldn't afford to pay for the exam fees eventhough my course fees are sponsored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my constant class skipping, I failed my Diploma papers twice and only passed the papers the third time. But now that I think back, I had a reason not to attend class. The whole journey from going to college after work and to go back late at night were too tiring especially during the rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that going through ll these had really made me a stronger person. If I were all pampered by my parents back then, I won't who I am today. But I know, I would not let my children go through the same thing like I did if I have the option. Never~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it really funny and sometimes frustrating when friends of mine complained and ranted about how bad their life is when compared to mine they are more fortunate than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am really thankful for what my mom had done for me. Fetching me from home to work, from work to the jetty, from jetty back home again and again and again. Sometimes under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 504px;" src="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/384/img1188edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-9125269201697538863?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/9125269201697538863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=9125269201697538863&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/9125269201697538863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/9125269201697538863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/04/college-days.html' title='College Days'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-2071004266759002570</id><published>2009-04-05T16:21:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:47:10.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Newborn And Jaundice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the abortion's problems, it's time to move on to something informative. When I gave birth almost three months ago, while I was still in the hospital, the paediatrician told me that my baby had jaundice too. At the time, my heart sank as I do not know how serious it was and I had very little info about it. But I did read about it before in forums but it didn't really help much. It scared me even more because most forummers there were sharing their terrible experience with jaundice. Some of their children need to be monitored in the hospital as it was very serious. And some said that jaundice could leads to death. But luckily after the paediatrician's checkup, I was informed that my baby's jaundice was minor and it will go away in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After becoming a mom, I've read up a lot of parenting magazines in order to equip myself when time in need. I'm gonna share with you guys what I know about jaundice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jaundice is the yellow color seen in the skin of many newborns. It happens when a chemical called Bilirubin builds up in the baby's blood. Jaundice can occur in babies of any race or color but it happened to Asians more compared to the Caucasians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone's blood contains bilirubin (doesn't matter if you are baby or adult), which is removed by the liver. before birth, the mother's liver does this for the baby. Most babies develop jaundice in the first few days after birth because it takes a few days for the baby's liver to get better at removing bilirubin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The skin of baby with jaundice usually appears yellow. Jaundice usually appears first in the face and then moves to the chest, abdomen, arms and legs as bilirubin level increases. The whites of the eyes may also be yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Most infants have mild jaundice that is harmless, but in unusual situations the bilirubin level can get very high and causes brain damage. This is why newborns should be checked carefully for jaundice and treated to prevent the bilirubin's level from increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For mothers who wished to breastfeed their baby, they have to avoid taking gingers, wine and So Hup Yuen (a type of traditional medicine taken by mothers who have just given birth to get rid of winds from the body) until their baby is fully cured from jaundice. And before you take any medicine, it is best to check with your doctor first to see if it does any harm to your baby if you take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Other than that, just be calm and your baby will be okay in two weeks if it's mild. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-2071004266759002570?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/2071004266759002570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=2071004266759002570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2071004266759002570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2071004266759002570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/04/newborn-and-jaundice.html' title='Newborn And Jaundice'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6394026120169231483</id><published>2009-03-31T16:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:47:31.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Stuffs'/><title type='text'>A Life Is Still A Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This post is speacially dedicated to z55 and unknown visitor, who left comments in my chat box and also to all the people out there who think that 1 month old embryo is not a human, thus has no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 324px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.thekeytoislam.com/en/assets/images/g_embryo_macrophoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Human Embryo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week 1-3&lt;/strong&gt; 5-7 days after fertilization, the blastula attaches to the wall of the uterus (endometrium). When it comes into contact with the endometrium it performs implantation. Implantation connections between the mother and the embryo will begin to form, including the umbilical cord. The embryo's growth centers around an axis, which will become the spine and spinal cord. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;The brain, spinal cord, heart, and gastrointestinal tract begin to form&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week 4-5&lt;/strong&gt; Chemicals produced by the embryo stop the woman's menstrual cycle. Neurogenesis is underway, showing brain activity at about the 6th week.[citation needed] The heart will begin to beat around the same time. Limb buds appear where the arms and legs will grow later. Organogenesis begins. The head represents about one half of the embryo's axial length, and more than half of the embryo's mass. The brain develops into five areas. Tissue formation occurs that develops into the vertebra and some other bones. The heart starts to beat and blood starts to flow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Embryo"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At week 1-3, the baby's heart and brain have started to form and you still say that it doesn't have a life yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So to you guys, if one couple is yet ready to become a parents, they should just abort it so that they baby won't end up in the orphanage in the future. My question is, if one is not ready to become a parents, not ready to take responsibility, not ready to commit him/herself to a child, &lt;strong&gt;then why have sex in the first place&lt;/strong&gt;? You knew that wearing condom, taking the pills, etc are only 99% effective, why take that 1% risk? Why not have sex when you are finally ready to become a parent? Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You took the risk, whatever happens you should take it like a man and not run and hide from the problem. You can't murder a person and then run away because you don't want to be imprisoned. And you knew that you can't run far because sooner or later you'll going to be caught. Same theory goes to aborting the baby. You took the easy way out now, but sooner or later, your action will come back and haunt you. There's no need to tell you how dangerous and how badly it's gonna effect the girl, both physically and mentally and the process of abortion as all of you already knew it pretty clearly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I want to declare something here. Raising a child is not as hard what you all think &lt;strong&gt;if you are hardworking and determined enough&lt;/strong&gt;. I have a child myself, and so far, eventhough life is a bit teeny harder compare to before I have a baby, me and husband still managed to cope with our peanuts salary. And all our hardworks pay off when we see our baby smile when we hold him. No money in the world can buy such happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not saying that one should rush into having a baby but since you've are already pregnant, why don't you just keep it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Those who say that they can't keep the baby because they have financial problems are nothing but a bunch of irresponsible humans who can't think of any better excuse to run away from their responsibility. If you are really poor until you have problem with finding money to feed yourself 2 meals a day, then like I said, WHY YOU WANNA HAVE SEX THEN?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Conclusion is, those who chose abortion as an exit to your problems are all cowards. Not to be mean, but deep in my heart I really hope that something bad happen to you due to this. I really do. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S: Please don't involve in any sexual intercourse if you are not ready to have a child, masturbate instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-6394026120169231483?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6394026120169231483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6394026120169231483&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6394026120169231483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6394026120169231483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-still-life.html' title='A Life Is Still A Life'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3646814160073186712</id><published>2009-03-24T03:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:38:29.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Stuffs'/><title type='text'>A Life Is Gonna End Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It now 3.09am in the morning when I am typing this. Tears were streaming down from my eyes while I was typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is because I had just found out that an unmarried couple had made a decision to abort their 1 month old embryo because they think that it's the best for everyone. Please proceed to the link to read about their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/973476"&gt;http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/973476&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know the Thread Starter (TS) and I do not know who his gf is. But my heart somehow feel the pain and I feel really uneasy that they are gonna end the life of their own child soon. The embryo is now 1 month as I had mentioned earlier. 1 month old. As I told them in the forum, in 2-3 months, the embryo is going to form in a human shape and after that the wife will be able to feel the embryo's movement in her tummy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend said, it's for the best because they are not financially stable enough to have this baby. And the gf's mother is right now very ill and is she is to find out that her daughter is pregnant, she would have a stroke and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, these are all lame excuses to get out of this problem easily. I told them, they have yet tell her mother about it, why are they so sure that her mother is gonna react like how they thought she would be? There are 50-50 chances that her mother will end up very happy because she's gonna be a grandmother soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, financial problem. They still have 8 months to work and save for the baby. Aren't 8 months enough?? They just need to save RM600 each month and by the time the wife is due to give birth, they already have RM4.8K in the bank. And if the husband is willing to work harder, they can even save more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, if one is hardworking and determined enough, nothing is impossible when it comes to finding a job. Think about it, even those handicappeds are able to secure a job in the current economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, abortion does not only affect her gf/wife's health but she will also be mentally effected. And that she is at risk of not conceiving at all after she does it. Isn't it harder to tell her mom this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Auntie, I'm sorry but your daughter will not be able to conceive anymore because she had once did an abortion. You have no chance to become a grandmother anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compare to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Auntie, you are going to be a grandmother soon! Your daughter is pregnant and we are going to get married soon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that both he and his gf/wife reconsider their decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would like via this entry to ask for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are reading this and you are Lowyat.net's member, please click on that link and advise him to reconsider their decision. Tell them anything so that they face this problem like an adult and not being a coward. Tell them whatever stories that you've heard of regarding abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are not a member, please sign up and leave them a comment too. It only takes less than 10 minutes for the registration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me to change their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/973476"&gt;http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/973476&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-3646814160073186712?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3646814160073186712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3646814160073186712&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3646814160073186712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3646814160073186712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-gonna-end-soon.html' title='A Life Is Gonna End Soon'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5795448840667319321</id><published>2009-03-17T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:38:20.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Baby Is Now 2 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm happy to announce that my baby is now 2 months old. =) And I've becoming a full time mom for almost a month and I'm still enjoying it very much. Every week, I'll dread on going to work during the weekends. On Friday, I'll be grumbling on why weekdays have to end so fast!?!?! Saturday, for me is like Monday now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning during the weekend, I'll feel very heavy hearted to go to work and leave my baby at home. Although Fire is taking good care of him while I'm at work, I'm still worry about this and that. Worry if he's hungry or not? Worry if he's sleeping well or not? Worry if he misses his mommy or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep asking Fire "Is baby sleeping?" "How's baby?" over and over again. And everytime Fire tell me that baby is crying non-stop, my heart will shattered. And at that moment I'll feel like rushing back home to cuddle my baby. I miss him so much at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand how does a mother feels when she has to be apart from her child. Unfortunately, as our cost of living continues to rise, many parents have to leave their child at someone's care so that they can go to work. Some have no choice but to stay a few hundreds kilometres away and only visit their child once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost became one of them. Our initial plan was to send our baby to my mom in Penang so that I could go to work. And since me and Fire do not trust anyone else to take care of our baby, this is our only option. And at that time, due to some personal reasons, my mom didn't want to stay with us in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So previously, everytime I think about being apart from my baby, I'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough, sending baby to mom in Penang means I would have more freedom to go anywhere. I can continue to hang out with friends until late. Traveling with Fire. But all these fun cannot be compare to the fun of cuddling my little baby. I told Fire that, for baby, I'm willing to sacrifice my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first found out that I am pregnant, I've prepared to sacrifice all the fun. Because I can still go out and have fun when my baby has grown up. And that time, I can bring him together wherever I go. :) But now that baby is still so small, I would want to spend all my time with him and going to the honeymoon is the last thing that I wanna do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the God loves me very much because after all the crying, my mom had finally told me that she will come over and stay with us in order to take care of baby. That means, not only I can cuddle my baby everyday, I'll have my mom with me everyday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ I feel like the luckiest &lt;s&gt;woman&lt;/s&gt; girl in the world right now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&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/848894980231634887-5795448840667319321?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5795448840667319321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5795448840667319321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5795448840667319321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5795448840667319321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-is-now-2-months-old.html' title='Baby Is Now 2 Months Old!'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5157076677625108256</id><published>2009-03-07T04:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:16:35.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Inhuman Doings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;TELUK BAHANG - Kehadiran sekumpulan burung gagak yang mengerumuni sesuatu di tepi jalan Batu Feringghi berdekatan kawasan Pulau Asmara di sini bukanlah asing bagi tukang sapu Majlis Perbandaran Pulau Pinang (MPPP), T. Verappa, 36.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Namun, semalam dia berasa tidak sedap hati lalu berpatah balik untuk melihat apa yang sebenarnya dikerumuni oleh kumpulan gagak tersebut.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mengejutkan, kumpulan gagak itu sedang mematuk mayat seorang bayi yang masih bertali pusat dalam keadaan tertiarap di sebatang longkang di situ.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Walaupun saya sudah terlajak kira-kira 100 meter dari tempat itu, tapi saya berasa lain macam pula sebab jumlah burung itu terlalu banyak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Saya hampir pengsan apabila mendapati benda yang dikerumuni itu merupakan mayat seorang bayi lelaki yang cukup sifat," katanya ketika di temui semalam.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Menurut Verappa, ketika kejadian pada pukul 10.30 pagi itu, dia baru selesai menyapu sampah di kawasan berhampiran.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Click at the source if you want to see the picture of the baby lying face down on the road. Very heart wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.kosmo.com.my/kosmo/content.asp?y=2009&amp;amp;dt=0305&amp;amp;pub=Kosmo&amp;amp;sec=Negara&amp;amp;pg=ne_03.htm"&gt;http://www.kosmo.com.my/kosmo/content.asp?y=2009&amp;amp;dt=0305&amp;amp;pub=Kosmo&amp;amp;sec=Negara&amp;amp;pg=ne_03.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of you had read about this heart wrenching news yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I do not know this person, but my heart ache whenever I see the picture of that poor baby's body thrown by the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand, how could a person (or two) be so cruel and mean to be able to do such thing to their own baby? How could a person turned so heartless or maybe my husband is right, they have no heart at all. If they knew that they do not want the baby at the first place, why don't they just abort it instead of doing such inhuman thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could a mother do this to her own child after 9 months of having him in her womb? How could a mother do this to her own child after going through so much pain during labor? A lot of questions pinning in my mind looking for answers on how could a mother do things that even animals wouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they feel when they found out that the body of their baby had been surrounded by crows. I wonder how they feel looking at the picture of their child lying helplessly on the ground. Do they feel a thing? Or the only feeling they have now is fear? Fear of being caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, abortion is a sin but doing this is even worst than abortion. They bring a life into this world and then kill it in such inhuman way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they leave the poor child at a temple, mosque or something instead of throwing him away like that? Or maybe give him away as I'm sure many childless couple out there who wanted children very much but could have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ I really don't know what to say anymore but I believe in KARMA, may whoever that did this gets the punishments that they deserve. The God is up there watching what they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-5157076677625108256?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5157076677625108256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5157076677625108256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5157076677625108256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5157076677625108256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/03/inhuman-doings.html' title='Inhuman Doings!'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6856828854652040107</id><published>2009-02-26T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:25:03.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>090226 On Being A Fulltime Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the 5th day of us taking care of our baby on our own as my mom had gone back to Penang last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we have our baby's Fullmoon ceremony in Sri Lanka Buddhist Temple, Sentul. Instead of shaving my precious head bald, the monk cut a few strands of baby's hair instead because that was his first doing it and he was quite scared about shaving a baby's head too. If he's scared, we are even more scared. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to being a fulltime mom. After my mom left, I began to really feel like a mom and an adult. Before this, I relied on my mom a lot. She bathed my baby, cleaned the house, cook while hubby did the laundry. All I did was to feed the baby and clean the dishes after eating it. Sometimes mom and hubby will do it too. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these while when mom was around, she's the one calming my baby whenever he cried. She's the one who cleaned baby's backside when he poo poo-ed. All I did was watching what my mom was doing. Watch and learn. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm taking over all of it. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday was okay because Fire was around to help me taking care of the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last Monday was really challenging. I have to take care of baby all by meself alone. :S And I made a mistake by doing laundry that day. I end up having backache, waist ache, shoulder ache, tummy wound ache and headache at night. Luckily Fire gave me a massage before I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday onwards was a bit better as I learnt not to do anything but paying 100% attention to my baby ONLY. Wednesday comes and it's getting even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally today, I feel like I've conquered my task being a mom. :P Besides taking care of my precious, I've even cleaned the house. Ngek ngek ngek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To future mother out there, it's actually not much work to take of the little baby. All you need to do are bath, feed him on time, cradle him to sleep and clean after his poopoo. But one task need some time to complete it. But when you got used to it, it's pretty easy. ^^ Get your husband to help you out with the laundry and washing the pots and pans after you cook. You'll actually enjoy becoming a fulltime housewife very much. I'm enjoying it now. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the weird thing is, when my mom was around, waking up for midnight feed seems like a dread. I always woke up with swollen eyes and sleepy face. But now, my body and mind will be alert everytime it's time for feeding. Sometimes I'll be still wide awake after feeding my baby during the midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these few days, I've hesitated to pass my baby to my mom in Penang so that I can work fulltime. I wanted to take care of my baby by myself. I hope that when the time comes, some miracle happen so that I'll be able to do so. Or else, I can only see my boy once or twice per month. I want to see and hold him everyday... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, do trust me, it may not be easy but once you got used to it, it's a lot of fun. And watching your child smile and sleep in your cradle is like I don't know how to describe. In short, I would sacrifice or my social activities and shopping just to take care of my baby at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-6856828854652040107?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6856828854652040107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6856828854652040107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6856828854652040107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6856828854652040107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/02/090226-on-being-fulltime-mother.html' title='090226 On Being A Fulltime Mother'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5529507462929361955</id><published>2009-02-13T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:17:06.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Signs That Your Marriage Is In Jeopardy</title><content type='html'>1. When you find talking to your spouse is harder than talking to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you find it more enjoyable talking your heart out with someone else, preferably friends of the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you find masturbating is more enjoyable than sex itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you feel like sleeping with a stranger when you are sleeping with your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you rather sleep on the floor or in the living room than to sleep with your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When your children are the only thing that matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you constantly think about your spouse's flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you no longer see eye to eye and constantly find faults with your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you secretly think of having an affair with another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you dread of going home after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often ponder on one question. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could a marriage break when both husband and wife love each other dearly before they signed the papers? (except the arranged marriage of course)&lt;/span&gt; Are people nowadays harder to please therefore the divorce rate these days are higher than those in the previous generation. We've our grandparents celebrating their 50th, 70th and some to the 90th wedding anniversary but how many of the younger generations these days are able to maintain their marriage until this long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the appearance of a third party in the marriage is the major cause of divorce. I really hate it when girls who obviously knew that the guy they are with are married but still refused to let go because of their selfishness. And some of these husband snatchers are pretty young girls that have a lot of guys going after them. But why? Why of all men in the world they have to choose someone who is married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say. "Married Men Are More Charming" But excuse me, before they were married, they were also singles men. Why don't they marry the single guys and make them charming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I despised married men who have close relationship with their female friends without any boundaries. These men are really selfish beast that never think about the feelings of his wife. And some go to the extend of being there for his "female friend" everytime she's having a problem. Hello, you are just a friend no matter how close you two are. If you wanna be so nice to her, why don't you just marry her instead in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I ponder upon this question too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why men tie themselves into a marriage when they still wanna fool around?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone answer me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: I'm not generalizing yah. I'm just writing it as a woman. If you are a man reading this, change the word "men" to "women".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, a day where all couples celebrate their love. But in my opinion, everyone should celebrate their love everyday and not just on this particular day. I bet most of you out there think of the same thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is stupid for guys to buy flowers for the girlfriends on this day where you knew that the florist is gonna suck your blood by charging a super high price on the flowers. You could really save the money and buy flowers on ordinary days instead. It will make it even more special to your girlfriend, just don't tell her you do this because you don't wanna have your blood suck by the florist. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&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/848894980231634887-5529507462929361955?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5529507462929361955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5529507462929361955&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5529507462929361955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5529507462929361955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/02/signs-that-your-marriage-is-in-jeopardy.html' title='Signs That Your Marriage Is In Jeopardy'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5988162520434731787</id><published>2009-02-04T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:24:28.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Foods To Avoid When You Are Breastfeeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is something that you'll never know if you don't do research on the internet. Not even the doctor. They'll just tell you that you can eat anything while breastfeed as it won't affect the baby, but it's actually a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you breastfeed, what the mother eats affects the baby very much. The only information I had before I did this research is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I mustn't take ginger if my baby had jaundice&lt;/span&gt;". Other than that, I knew nothing and in the end I ate most of the foods that I should avoid if I'm breastfeeding my baby and in the end causing my baby to have discomforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a list of foods that you should avoid if you wanna breastfeed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chocolate, cabbage, garlic, chillies &lt;/span&gt;- Mothers who took these foods while breastfeeding will cause the baby to have wind discomfort to their tummy making them cry non-stop. And from what I've read, CHOCOLATE is actually the worst of all four. So if you wanna breastfeed, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BAN CHOCOLATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Citrusy fruits such as pineapple, oranges, tomatoes, grapefruits and lemons&lt;/span&gt; - Taking these will caused the baby to have nappy rashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Caffeinated drinks such as coffee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and tea&lt;/span&gt; - It will caused the poor baby will have hard time sleeping. Eventhough they say that it's okay to take coffee in moderate quantity, my advice is not to take it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alcoholic drinks&lt;/span&gt; - This will make your baby to sleep a lot which is BAD because it will eventually making the baby sleepless during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please be reminded that what the mother eats actually changes the taste in the breast milk too. Like if you take too many sourish food, your milk will turned sourish. And if you take foods with coloring, for example, orange juice, your baby's urine will turn out more orangey than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you plan to breastfeed, it's best if you do a research before you eat a certain things because it'll really break your heart into pieces when your baby is crying and as a mother, you don't know what to do to  help your little precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breastfeeding is good, but when you eat without thinking twice, it might actually turn bad for the baby.&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/848894980231634887-5988162520434731787?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5988162520434731787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5988162520434731787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5988162520434731787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5988162520434731787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/02/food-to-avoid-when-you-are.html' title='Foods To Avoid When You Are Breastfeeding'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5683466787563906007</id><published>2009-02-01T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:24:20.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>090201 Nobody Told Me Breastfeeding Is This Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the 17th day of my confinement. And my baby is 17 days old already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I have't been showering and washing my head for the past 17 days. How do I feel? The first week was hard because I was feeling itchy all over my head. And during the night I would be sweating away like I just came back from the marathon as I'm not allowed to sleep with the fan on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as they say, everything needs time to get used to it. And it's right, after days of not showering, I feel normal again. My hair no longer gets itchy like before, and the nights are no longer as sweaty as before. Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is getting better but there's one thing that I'm truly disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breastfeeding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining that I got no milk previously. But now that I have plenty of milk, I can bring myself to fully breastfeed my baby. All the magazines and forums and websites that I've read through, everyone is saying how good breastfeeding is for the baby and mother. But no one mentioned that it's gonna be this tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tough is tough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let say if I feed baby with milk formula, I need to feed baby once every 2-3 hours, and each feeding takes about 25-30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breastfeeding on the other hand, took about 30-40 minutes per feeding, once every 1-2 hours. Not only did my back ache from staying put in the same position for too long, my nipples sore too. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound like a bad mother but despite my patience in the beginning, in the end I gave up.  don't mind sleeping for less than 5 hours every night but I totally gave up to Complete Breastfeed my baby. Haih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don;t get me wrong, I'm still breastfeeding him whenever he is not feeling full from drinking the milk formula. And I'm hoping that a breast pump would help make breastfeeding easier. I haven't buy one yet though. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I end this post, I would like to give my RESPECT to all the mothers who had managed to complete breastfeed their babies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;R.E.S.P.E.C.T!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Complete Breastfeeding = Only breast milk are given to the baby with no milk formula added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-5683466787563906007?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5683466787563906007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5683466787563906007&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5683466787563906007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5683466787563906007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/02/090201-nobody-told-me-breastfeeding-is.html' title='090201 Nobody Told Me Breastfeeding Is This Hard'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-643214444622351163</id><published>2009-01-22T18:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:17:57.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>How To Become A Good Daddy And Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SXhJIXfHGEI/AAAAAAAADcI/RLYwu4NZ17A/s1600-h/hubbywifeybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SXhJIXfHGEI/AAAAAAAADcI/RLYwu4NZ17A/s400/hubbywifeybaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061770066303042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right after giving birth. this is normally how most first-time mothers will feel (at least it's how feel):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lost of self confidence due to expanded waistline, hips, butts, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Feeling helpless around the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Feeling tired and sleepy due to waking up at night when the baby is crying. Eventhough I only wake up for like once or twice at night, I feel dead tired already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Feel uncomfortable, smelly and dirty due to no showering for 30-40 days during the confinement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Being emotional for the slightest reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are things that a husband can do to help make the wife feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Having a newborn baby in the house means a new excitement in your life. It is common that most new daddys would want to pay as much attention as possible to their little precious. But never forget that your wife needs your attention too. Whenever you are playing with your baby or just plain looking at your baby, give your wife a little kiss on the forehead or cheek or the lips. This little kiss meant a lot to your wife. At least she doesn't feel neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Never ever CRITICIZE your wife by saying how smelly or dirty she is. NOT EVEN AS A JOKE! It's never her intention to not shower for weeks. Instead, tell her how beautiful she is  and how much you love her once in a while to boost her self confidence (which is slowly fading out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Help around with the housechores even if you have mother/mother in law/confinement lady doing it already. Help out with laundry, washing the dishes, keeping the house clean, banking, bills, etc. Never leave it until your wife has fully recover so that she does it herself. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Now that your wife in her confinement, there's no way the two of you could go out dating like usual. Even after her confinement period ends, with a new baby in the house, you'll be spending less time alone already. So to keep the relationship healthy, talk to each other every night before going to sleep. A 5-10 minutes talk will do. Tell her what you did that morning, share to her how you feel, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't sleep like a pig whenever the baby cries at night. Try to wake up along with your wife eventhough you know nothing to stop the baby from crying. Newborns normally wakes up about 3-4 times per night, so even if you wake up once per night, your wife will pretty much be grateful already because she understands that you need to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Learn up basic steps in taking care of the baby like feeding and changing the diapers so that it'll come in handy when your wife is not feeling well or super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these comes from my personal experience in becoming a mommy for the seventh day. Daddies, you might be tired from working the whole day and to help out around the house, but think about it, it's even more tiring for the mummies to be carrying the baby for 9 months and the to go through the birth giving process. And if my husband can do it, I'm sure all the daddies out there can do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Parenting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-643214444622351163?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/643214444622351163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=643214444622351163&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/643214444622351163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/643214444622351163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-become-good-daddy-and-husband.html' title='How To Become A Good Daddy And Husband'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SXhJIXfHGEI/AAAAAAAADcI/RLYwu4NZ17A/s72-c/hubbywifeybaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3717465507600810389</id><published>2009-01-21T16:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:23:56.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>090117-090121 Confinement (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After being discharge, the journey from the hospital back to our home was a painstaking one no thanks to Malaysia's bumpy roads. Each bump means being painful in the wound. And the sun was so glaringly hot I can't wait to reach home. Upon reaching home, I've faced another nightmare, I have to climb up 3 storeys of stairs to our home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/9867/30264164kc8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home was definitely a bliss as I didn't feel any loneliness. I think if I don't remember wrongly I went straight to sleep. But despite the un-loneliness, I missed the AIR-COND at the hospital. Our home was so hot and it's worst with mom not allowing me to switch on the fan. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember crying for the first two nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, because I feel helpless seeing mom and Fire being busy with the baby and the house chores but all I did was sleep. And seeing how Fire's able to talk to the baby so easily and I can't is overwhelming. In short I felt useless. Three, I cried because I wasn't able to breastfeed with the little milk that I have and a sore breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I almost have minor post-natal depression if not for having Fire around to cheer me up and to make sure that I am okay. Thank you byy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that things got easier. I think babies can really feel what the mom is feeling because he began to suck well. And now I'm a happy mom with milk (though not much). Hahahaha.. And since my little boyboy is not giving up on sucking a milkless breast to make the mommy happy, I'm not giving up to breastfeed him neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the only uncomfortable-ness I have is.. I'm all sweaty, smelly, dead skin (daki) all over my body, my hair is full of dandruffs and I feel itchy. Haih~ I can't wait for this confinement period to end so that I can take a long nice shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-3717465507600810389?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3717465507600810389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3717465507600810389&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3717465507600810389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3717465507600810389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/090117-090121-confinement-part-1.html' title='090117-090121 Confinement (Part 1)'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-7119768107067735591</id><published>2009-01-20T19:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:23:50.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>090117 Day 3 At The Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night before I hadn't had much sleep too no thanks to my wardmate's super loud snoring! OMG she snores like a hippo and I am not joking. I bet even the ward next door can hear it. Since she woke me up at with her snoring 3am in the morning, I switched on my table light so that I'm not wide awake in the dark. And eh, she stopped snoring. I guessed she couldn't sleep with the light on because the table light actually brightened the whole room. Since she had stopped snoring, I slept peacefully with the lights on throughout the night. Damn she must have hated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by the nurse at about 5am because she wanna take out the urine tube from my vagina. And the process wasn't as painful as I thought it would be too. I wonder if it's because of the painkiller effect? Not long after that another nurse brought my boy boy over for me to breastfeed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I spent the whole morning staring at the wall. And at about 7am, I tried to get up from my bed and walked to the toilet. Oh man, it was very very painful at the operation wound. Went to the toilet to change my paddings and I dared not try to pee because I was afraid of pain so I dared not drink any water that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, Dr Lai, which is my boyboy's doctor came to tell me that my boyboy had jaundice and he needs to further check to see how serious it is. Upon hearing that, my heart sank. I was so scared and worried eventhough I knew very well that most infants have jaundice and it is very normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to get out from my bed to go to the nursery to see my little precious, my father in law came. We had a little chit chat and I almost cried when I told him that boy boy had jaundice. When they left, I walked immediately to the nursery and stood there just to make sure that my boy boy is alright. After standing there for about 20 minutes, a nurse came and ushered me to my bed saying that I shouldn't stand for too long and the doctor is on the way coming to do some checkup on me before I discharge from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the doctor had done checking my wound, etc, I slept on my bed worrying about boyboy's condition. And when I saw my mom, I couldn't help but cried while telling her about it. And when Fire came, he consoled me that everything is gonna be okay and told me jokes so that I stopped crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire then went to settle the bills while I changed myself to my own clothes preparing to discharge. And the bills amounted a massive RM 5,400-00!!!! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Fire ate the lunch served by the nurse, we went to bring our little precious home. I was relieved to find out that the jaundice was minor. The nurse taught me how to change, how to feed him but I think only 20% of what she said went into my brain because I'm focusing on my boyboy and I can't wait to bring him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the elevator, one of the staff brought me a wheelchair because I still can't walk much. And that was the first time I sat on a wheelchair. Half way to the elevator, I was stopped by a nurse. She asked, "Have you tried to urinate?" And I sheepishly told her no I didn't. And she shoo-ed me to the toilet to try urinating just in case I have any problem doing it. And how was I glad when I have no problem peepee-ing at all. Nobody knew how happy I was at that time. Rofl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my last day at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My say about the hospital:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors, nurses and services in Pantai Cheras Medical Centre (PCMC), as I said are excellent compared to many other private hospitals (from what I heard). They really cared and will do everything (to the extend of cleaning your private part!!!) to make sure that you are comfortable staying there. If you have any uncomfortableness, you can just ring the bell and they will come to you ASAP, normally within 1 minute. And most of them are really really helpful and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll take the initiative to help you, like what one of the staff did by bringing me the wheelchair and pushed me from the elevators to the lobby and to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foods served was not bad although it tasted a bit bland bu what do you expect from a hospital eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I hated was the noises made by the visitors and no one seem to do anything to keep them quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I wouldn;t mind going back there again for baby no.2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/870/30680426kn7.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/870/30680426kn7.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/870/30680426kn7.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/870/30680426kn7.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/870/30680426kn7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-7119768107067735591?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/7119768107067735591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=7119768107067735591&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/7119768107067735591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/7119768107067735591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/090117-090120-day-3-at-hospital.html' title='090117 Day 3 At The Hospital'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6577415520238278608</id><published>2009-01-19T15:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:23:33.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>090116 Day 2 At The Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hadn't have much sleep the night before. Waking up every 30 minutes. Every time I woke up to see the time, only 30 minutes had passed. And this went on until the the next morning. I wonder if it's the effect of the painkiller but my obgyn told me that I'll feel drowsy  after the operation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/3999/50987064oa5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nurse came to clean my body early in the morning and then another came to bring me my breakfast. After that another came to check my body temperature and heart beat as usual. After that another brought me my boyboy for breastfeeding. Argghh.. Still no signs of milk from my breast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire and mom came soon after that and as usual we chit chat chit chat a little bit before Fire left to do some "important" things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day sleeping, chit chatting with mom and more sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, the usual peaceful environment in the hospital suddenly turned chaos with a lot of people talking loudly outside my ward. It's like the hospital had transformed into a night market like that. Furthermore, my "wardmate" wan't being considerate with her family members talking so damn loudly to each other on the next bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so cranky and fed up I shouted to the "wardmate" to close the door because it was very noisy. And they seem to catch what I meant and talk softly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munn a.k.a Evil Evie came visiting for the second night.. Thanks Evie~~~ Next time you give birth I also go visit you every night har..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that my boss, Erin came with her husband and baby too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left because the visiting hours is until 9.30pm only. But Fire and mom stayed on because family members are allowed to stay until 10.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nurse then came with my baby boy and I tried to breastfeed him again. Still no signs of milk so I rang the bell to get the nurse to bring my baby boy back so that they can feed him with formula. But the nurse scolded me for giving up so fast and urged me to breastfeed him longer. So I did what she told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of breastfeeding my wound started to feel painful. I have no choice but to give up and rang for the nurse again telling her that I cannot breastfeed any longer because I feel very painful at the wound area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the nurse took away my baby boy, she got Fire and mom to go home because it's already past 10pm. And they have no choice but leave me alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I felt very emo and cried because I feel so alone. In pain and alone. Mom and Fire called to console me but still I feel very lonely. I just wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-6577415520238278608?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6577415520238278608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6577415520238278608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6577415520238278608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6577415520238278608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/090115-day-2-at-hospital.html' title='090116 Day 2 At The Hospital'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3482638915177026086</id><published>2009-01-18T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:23:19.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>090115 Finally, The Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That morning we went straight to register for my admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went straight to the maternity ward. I was once again brought into the labor room and was once again strapped into the CTG machine. And after a while my obgyn came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put her finger into my uterine to break the waterbag and told me a bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour of the water was brownish in color (it is supposed to be clear) which means my baby had passed motion in my tummy. And I have no choice but to do a C-Sec to deliver the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost, I dunno what to do because I really wanted to give naturally because C-Sec means double the money double the pain and maybe triple the healing the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after discussing through with Fire and my mom, we have no choice but to go for C-Sec because giving birth naturally at this time would be too risky for the baby. We don't want to take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, I cried so hard thinking why does things always go differently as planned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to have suspicious thoughts over my obgyn and the hospital. I suspected that they did all this just to make us agree on C-Sec because that way, they would earn double compare to natural birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried even harder thinking about the pain that I'm about to go through. I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obgyn and midwife assured me that it will be not be as painful as what I thought it would be. Assured me that sometimes doing C-Sec is a better option compare natural birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calming me down, the Anaesthetician came to explain to me what they'll do so that I don;t feel pain during the operation. I was going to be given injection at my back so that I am numb from waist down. It means, I'll be awake throughout the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I've started to imagine how I'm going to look at the evil doctors and nurses cut trough my tummy to bring the baby out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the operation room, I cried again because Fire and my mom were not allowed to go into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the operation room, the Anaesthetician explained to me every steps that he is going to take. From how he placed a pice of clothes behind my back to he was gonna poke the needle behind my back. And OMG I've always scared of injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt numb right away right after he injected something into my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was moved into another room where it looks like the place where people are cut open in Grey's Anatomy. I tried to close my eyes and sleep so that I don't have to see what is going on around me but I can't. I was WIDE AWAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. They actually put a cloth in front of me so that I can't see whatever is happening down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My obgyn explained to me on every step that she was going to do with me. And the Anaesthetician were besides me asking me how I was feeling all the time to make sure that I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel any pain at all, and by the time I heard my baby's first cry I still thought that they were on the way putting the urine tube inside me. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miraculously felt asleep after the midwife showed me my baby and his genitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, they had done cleaning me up and was ready to move me into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to my room, I saw Fire and my mom and I knew that the nightmare is over and my baby boy has come out into this world safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still no pain and I can barely move my legs. I was feeling really hungry but I was told not to take any food yet because I might throw up or something. So the nurses got me to drink plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in my room (1005B),  I was once again wide awake with no feeling of sleepiness at all. I told Fire and mom the process in the operation room, how they took out the baby without me realizing it at all. How everything is done with NO PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The services in Pantai Cheras Medical Centre (PCMC) was excellence. The nurses came every 20-30 minutes to check my blood pressure, body temperature, my wound and also the padding (as my mentrual started already) to make sure that I feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 1-2 hours, I got the nurse to take the Energy Bar from my bag. And I started eating my first meal! No vomiting, Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I started eating dinner like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I really see and touch my baby was when they brought him over for breastfeeding. YES! I'm going for Complete Breastfeeding but the first day, I got no milk at all. I just let my boyboy sucked my nipples as they say, his suckings can stimulate my breast to produce more milk. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of holding my own baby was unexplainable. It's like.. I dunno how to explain it but the feeling was really good. I felt really grateful that our baby turns out to be so beautiful and active and most important of all, healthy. It worth every money that we spent, every pain that I've gone through, everything.&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/848894980231634887-3482638915177026086?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3482638915177026086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3482638915177026086&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3482638915177026086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3482638915177026086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/090115-finally-day.html' title='090115 Finally, The Day~'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-3160506222468148854</id><published>2009-01-18T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:23:11.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>090114 The Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning we went to the hospital all prepared to welcome the baby into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight to the maternity ward and a midwife brought me into the labor room. I was first strapped into a machine to do a CTG checkup. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(CTG is done to check the baby's heartbeat and at the same time the uterine's contractions during pregnancy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 30 minutes strapped to the machine, the midwife told me that my uterine's contraction is not wide enough for me to give birth yet so I was told to see my obgyn to see what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My obgyn did the same thing she did yesterday which was inserting her fingers into my uterine to check the width of my cervix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that it was wider than yesterday but not width enough to deliver yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was asked if I wanna wait or I am all prepared to give birth already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all of us had prepared for it, we told her that we don't mind giving birth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it! I'm really giving birth on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, I didn't go to work. I told my boss that I'll be giving birth the next day. And she was very excited for me too and kept asking if I got feel any pain yet etc. I spent the whole day on the pc since I won't be able to use it for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the contraction pain throughout the day and it continued through the night. It was mild and yet very painful. The pain is short. It's like someone poking you with needles inside the tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, we have very little sleep that night because we would be seeing our little prince in a few hours times.&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/848894980231634887-3160506222468148854?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/3160506222468148854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=3160506222468148854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3160506222468148854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/3160506222468148854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/090114-day.html' title='090114 The Day?'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-8646816517694253860</id><published>2009-01-18T12:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:23:03.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>090113 The Last Weekly Checkup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fire brought me to the hospital for my weekly checkup as usual. And my obgyn took my weight and we did some scanning as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, for the first time, my obgyn checked how width is my cervix's open. It was a really painful experience. I asked my obgyn this after she's done checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is the sign of me giving birth as painful as this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My obgyn said, "NO! It's much more painful than this one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart eventually skipped a beat when she told me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/1117/72610963qf8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the check up, I went back to work as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work, I felt a bit comfortable at my down there. I thought it was only some normal vaginal discharge, I went to the toilet to wipe it clean only to find out that I was bleeding. Not brown spottings but fresh blood. And a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Fire over MSN about the blood and I called the obgyn to find out what should I do next. And I was told to admit into the hospital the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, after work, me and Fire rushed around to for our last minute preparations. Thinking that I'll only be giving birth in February, there are still a lot of things not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I couldn't sleep well at all and it got me thinking --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! I'm giving birth tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/1117/72610963qf8.gif" /&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/848894980231634887-8646816517694253860?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/8646816517694253860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=8646816517694253860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8646816517694253860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/8646816517694253860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/090113-last-weekly-checkup.html' title='090113 The Last Weekly Checkup'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-370388753836164594</id><published>2009-01-18T09:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:23:25.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>Our Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ticker.7910.org/eng"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ticker.7910.org/as1cEQ308j-1830MDAwMDkyZHwwMTI1ZHxiYWJ5IFNLIGlzIGJvcm4gZm9y.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-is-now-6-months-old.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Is Now 6 Months Old~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/07/decision-made.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decision Made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-is-now-2-months-old.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Is Now 2 Months Old!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-realised.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Realised..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/02/090226-on-being-fulltime-mother.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;090226 On Being A Fulltime Mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/02/090201-nobody-told-me-breastfeeding-is.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;090201 Nobody Told Me Breastfeeding Is This Hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/090117-090121-confinement-part-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;090117-090121 Confinement (Part 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/090117-090120-day-3-at-hospital.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;090117 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Day 3 At The Hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/090115-day-2-at-hospital.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;090116 Day 2 At The Hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/090115-finally-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;090115 Finally, The Day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/090114-day.html"&gt;&lt;span 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/370388753836164594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/370388753836164594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-baby.html' title='Our Baby'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-170578344761572817</id><published>2009-01-14T19:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:22:48.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talks'/><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-492468194126292335</id><published>2009-01-06T13:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:18:08.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Trying To Be Funny'/><title type='text'>Signs That Your BF Had Turned Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pridedepot.com/modules/news/images/pics/POD061127_ChineseGays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are out dating with your boyfriend as usual and you found out that instead of checking the girls like what normal boys do, your bf are actually checking out the GUYS. And you realized that recently this bf of yours had been giving you a lot of excuses on not going out with you and instead chose to go out with a friend name Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell yourself that maybe your bf and this Daniel are working on some projects thus spending more time together. And you think that having your bf hanging out with a guy is better than him hanging out with the girl. But you may be WRONG~ Because your bf may be a Gay in process or he is already having fun with his Gay Gay partner (GGP) behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some signs that your bf is joining the GGP gang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Like above, you found your bf checking out the hunks instead of the chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) He renews his long expired gym membership and out of sudden goes to the gym as often as he has his dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You caught him talking on the phone for hours and found out that the number belongs to a guy name Daniel. Not convinced, thinking that maybe your bf had saved the number of a girl with a guy's name, you called the number and to your amazement it belongs to a GUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You see him looking nervous everytime you mention the name Daniel even if you are only talking about the singer, Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) He goes out with this Daniel guy more than he goes out with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, the ultimate sign that he is REALLY into GAYdom with no turning back is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You caught him kissing Daniel at the back of the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (just like a scene from the movie 'Brokeback Mountain')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your bf offended 3 out of these 6 signs, it's time to watch out for signs number 6! Good Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some reasons why some men turned gays despite having a gf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They are all the time since young attracted to the same sex but are scared to reveal it to their family thus have a gf just to avoid family's suspicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) After trying on the keys, they found out that they find it more enjoyable than the locks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) They watched too much Brokeback Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Their gf turned into lesbian and they do it for the sake of revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anymore reasons so I think that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please be informed that I have nothing against the homosexuals, this is purely entertainment or as they say it's for the lulz~ Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-492468194126292335?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/492468194126292335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=492468194126292335&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/492468194126292335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/492468194126292335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/signs-that-your-bf-had-turned-gay.html' title='Signs That Your BF Had Turned Gay'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4907903748689416437</id><published>2009-01-02T21:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:18:22.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jetsetter Not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumbles Grumbles'/><title type='text'>Restoran Foh San Sdn. Bhd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SV4eEf-UbXI/AAAAAAAADbc/yTAgXDG5Q1Y/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SV4eEf-UbXI/AAAAAAAADbc/yTAgXDG5Q1Y/s400/IMG_1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286696075230735730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Restoran Foh San Sdn. Bhd. is one of the most famous dimsum restaurant in Ipoh and Fire was sweet enough to brought me and mom over to Ipoh to give it a try last week while we were on our back to KL from Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our initial plan was to wake up at 5.30am, get prepared and leave our home in Butterworth at about 6.00-6.30am so that we could reach the restaurant at about 8.00-8.30am to avoid the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, things don't always go as planned and we end up waking up at 7.30am and left the home at 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/218/faintix3.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/218/faintix3.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/218/faintix3.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/218/faintix3.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/218/faintix3.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/218/faintix3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the time we reached the restaurant it was already 10.30am! And oh my the place was so crowded. And you can actually see hungry people waiting by the table with people eating away so that they can take their seats when they are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone is doing the same thing, the three of us went about and did the same thing too. We eventually went to the less crowded side with less people waiting as I don't wanna be push around like the dimsum cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking around, we settled down and waited by this table which was seated by a few old @$$****s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SV4eEouODrI/AAAAAAAADbk/BHXD6dKJOZc/s1600-h/IMG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SV4eEouODrI/AAAAAAAADbk/BHXD6dKJOZc/s400/IMG_1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286696077579128498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bunch of old creeps are the most SELFISH humans I've ever seen in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They weren't eating, they weren't talking to each other, one of them were there reading the newspaper, the rest were sitting there looking around and yet they sat there for HOURS EVENTHOUGH A PREGNANT LADY WAS STANDING RIGHT BESIDES THE TABLE OBVIOUSLY WAITING FOR THEM TO LEAVE! @#%%@#%@#%@^#%@^%#@^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be so furious if they were actually eating but NO they weren't they just hogged that stupid table as if they wanna make it their grave. (Yeah they were old enough to die!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like standing there for about HALF AN HOUR like a fool, yeah like a STUPID DUMBASS FOOL and they wouldn't bulge their ass for even an inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got our seat from the next table, we had our dimsum with me busy cursing the old men hoping that they will slip and fall so that I could LMAO at them for being so selfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guessed what??? After we finish eating, these bunch of creeps still sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean WTH?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like they are gonna sit there until the restaurant close or something. OMG! I still can't believe that anyone could be this selfish and inconsiderate especially old people who are old enough to die like them. Even some youngsters in KL are more considerate than them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/397/hmmphtd4.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/397/hmmphtd4.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/397/hmmphtd4.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/397/hmmphtd4.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/397/hmmphtd4.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/397/hmmphtd4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Ipoh!!! Please convince me that all you people in Ipoh the state famous for it's beautiful girls are not as inhuman as the old men that I've seen there because from that day onwards, I really hated Ipoh and I don't think I feel like going back there again.. Not even for their famous Taugeh Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IPOH AH PEK SUCKS!&lt;/span&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/848894980231634887-4907903748689416437?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4907903748689416437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4907903748689416437&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4907903748689416437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4907903748689416437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2009/01/restoran-foh-san-sdn-bhd.html' title='Restoran Foh San Sdn. Bhd.'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SV4eEf-UbXI/AAAAAAAADbc/yTAgXDG5Q1Y/s72-c/IMG_1143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4796149400023239490</id><published>2008-12-31T21:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:18:34.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shameless Photos'/><title type='text'>2009 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 2008 just like everyone else's had been a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one! It's like a new SaeWei has born in 2008. I've gone through so much, experiencing so many new things that I never thought I would experience. Here are some of the highlights of my 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) I met and got to know further a wonderful person named FireWire and started a wonderful life journey with him alongside with a beautiful baby boy inside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Experiencing a kick in the tummy for the first time. Did ultrasound scan on the tummy and saw a growing little baby inside. Looking at our baby for the first time had changed the both of us to be more responsible as a parents and it had make all the hardship we went through so worthwhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Left my comfortable home that I've been living for the past 17 years to start a family with husband dearest in Kuala Lumpur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Done a lot of crazy and great stuffs with fellow shouters. Celebrated my birthday together, went hiking in Pantai Kerachut for the first time and many many more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Went to Malacca for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Learnt crochetting through YouTube and had crochet a beanie in a mere 4 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for year 2009, I hope for many more exciting to happen and I hope to learn and gain more experience in becoming a young mom. I can't wait to meet and hold our baby in our arms!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some of my resolutions for 2009. I'm not greedy, if I can't do it all, I'm hoping to get at least one done;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;GET BACK INTO SHAPE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Marie France Bodyline (if I have the money), Carlifornia Fitness, extreme diet, anything.. yes I'll do anything (which doesn't harm my health) to lose the fats around the hips.. I know I have big ass now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) To put what I've learnt to use and start an online business selling accessories from home so that I can take care of baby full time. I'm not sure if I am able to do this but I really want this very very badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) To learn driving and drive around KL on my own XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) To go to at least one vacation. It doesn't have to be somewhere far or expensive. To be able to go to Cameron Highlands for honeymoon is good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups..not wanting to be greedy thus the super short list, so if I can fulfil all these 4, I'll be very proud of myself already. So please wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you guys have a great year ahead too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SVuF8t6WyEI/AAAAAAAADbU/l1r04l1_lK0/s1600-h/IMG_1125_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285965865812412482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SVuF8t6WyEI/AAAAAAAADbU/l1r04l1_lK0/s400/IMG_1125_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-4796149400023239490?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4796149400023239490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4796149400023239490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4796149400023239490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4796149400023239490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-resolutions.html' title='2009 Resolutions'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SVuF8t6WyEI/AAAAAAAADbU/l1r04l1_lK0/s72-c/IMG_1125_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-1114522981698790768</id><published>2008-12-22T10:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:03:50.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>High Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://9pek9bo.blogspot.com/2008/12/expectations-life-sucks-guarantee.html"&gt;Mr. 9pek9bo&lt;/a&gt; blogged about the same thing a few weeks back and now I find myself facing the same thing. High Expectations~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one very common thing that had happened to everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When young, during our studies, our parents expect us to get a good scores in our studies. When we got a B, they expect us to got an A in the next exams or tests. When we got an A next, they'll somehow expect us to get full marks in the papers. And if we failed to maintain the As and get a B, they'll felt trully disappointed and somehow managed to make us feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pitied some children where their parents expect them to be at their best when they are still in their young age. Some were sent to kindergartens as young as 2. Some were sent to to learn piano, violin, art classes, drama classes, arithmetic, language classes, swimming, tennis, etc all at once. And when the child failed to show any good results as they weren't interested or simply not ready to absorb so many things at such tender age, the parents will once again feel disappointed because their children is not as perfect as they want them to be. It's no wonder, the suicide rate of young children are increasing every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are into your adulthood, your boss expects you to do more than you are able to and more than what you've been paid too. If you aren't able to comply to what the boss had expected, he'll make you feel like you are the most useless person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your marriage, your husband and in-laws will expect you to be a wonder woman. You are expected to have ahigh paying job so that your husband is not the only one who provides food on the table. At the same time, you are expected to be fulltime housewife that does house chores and cooks everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got married, I was asked, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do you know how to cook?"&lt;/span&gt; And my answer to them is yes because eventhough I'm not a good cook, I'm very proud of myself for being able to prepare a decent dinner for my husband during the weekend and my off days. But now, I was asked a totally different question, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How often do you cook?"&lt;/span&gt; I was totally surprised because I never see that coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now expected to cook &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;. I told them that by the time I reach home from work, it'll be almost 9pm already. But it wasn't acceptable to them because I have plenty of time in the morning to cook because I start work at 10am. And if they can do it, so can I. I'm upset, very upset because no matter what I do, it'll never satisfied them. I'm sure that if I really wake up early everyday to cook, they'll somehow expect me to do something else next. God damn it! It really sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, I have one understanding husband that will never expect me to do anything that I don't want to and I'm very grateful of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering what they'll say if I was to tell them that I hate cooking and I despised the kitchen. Will they have lower expectations on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SU8UV6lThhI/AAAAAAAADbE/XTwh-NG0Tlk/s1600-h/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282463254664414738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SU8UV6lThhI/AAAAAAAADbE/XTwh-NG0Tlk/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I love this picture, thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://mrinjured.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr,Injured&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a.k.a Nathan (eh who took it ah??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-1114522981698790768?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/1114522981698790768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=1114522981698790768&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1114522981698790768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/1114522981698790768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/12/high-expectations.html' title='High Expectations'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SU8UV6lThhI/AAAAAAAADbE/XTwh-NG0Tlk/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-2023362650264634911</id><published>2008-12-19T15:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:18:52.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Fartsy'/><title type='text'>C For Crochet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SUtR9U9lO6I/AAAAAAAADa0/QrGE86LJsYo/s1600-h/IMG_1058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281405102062910370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SUtR9U9lO6I/AAAAAAAADa0/QrGE86LJsYo/s400/IMG_1058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is something that I'll be spending my time on during a-month long confinement which is coming so soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually planned to do knitting instead but the auntie in the shop had given me the wrong needel thus crochetting I'll do then because after looking at several basic crochetting videos, it seems like it's very much easier than doing knitting. So crochetting I'll do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there who knows how to do crochet? I need more guidance on crochetting a small gloves/socks/beanie for my baby boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to buy baby blue/pastel blue colour yarn but they don't have that colour so left with no other choice, I bought &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour is so sweet kan??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHO SAY BOYS WHO USES PINK COLOR ITEMS ARE SISSY???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I love this song very much. It's so touching it'll make you cry although there's only about four-five words used in the entire song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brokeback Mountain Rulez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*there are some hot kissing scene in it, so if you are watching this in the office, pandai-pandai lah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AldaLWwbxlw&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-2023362650264634911?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/2023362650264634911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=2023362650264634911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2023362650264634911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2023362650264634911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/12/c-for-crochet.html' title='C For Crochet'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SUtR9U9lO6I/AAAAAAAADa0/QrGE86LJsYo/s72-c/IMG_1058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4133650475312003706</id><published>2008-12-15T18:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:19:05.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jetsetter Not'/><title type='text'>Of Fat Lazy Man, Smelly Smoker, Doughnuts And Everything In Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, me and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://defirewire.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went mall hopping to take photographs of the Christmas decorations in KL. One of the mall that we went was Pavillion. It was my first time there and everytime I think of Pavillion, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; thing that came to my mind is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J.Co Doughnuts.&lt;/span&gt; Only that and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SUY5x3TyghI/AAAAAAAADac/qgXBc_dWkHc/s1600-h/IMG_1016.JPG_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SUY5x3TyghI/AAAAAAAADac/qgXBc_dWkHc/s640/IMG_1016.JPG_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279971141961810450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.. My first 2 pcs of J.Co doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the fat lazy man that I mentioned in the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having lunch in the food court, a kwai lou approached Fire because he and the girlfriend  would like to share the table with us since there are no other empty tables around. Since we are NICE &amp;amp; FRIENDLY people, we welcomed them to join us. The girlfriend (who is a Chinese) then went to order lunch. As you know most foodcourts in Malaysia are self-service, meaning you have to make your order, pay at the counter, wait for your food at the counter and then bring over your food yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, they probably wanna eat different food so while the girl get her food, the kwai loh sit there to reserve their seats. After a while the gf came back, with not one but two sets of food! She then walked off again and only to return about 10 minutes later with 2 glasses of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like WTH?!?!?!?! How could a man sit there like a paralysed person while waiting for the gf to run around and get him the food???? This is one type of man that I HATE the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/3439/hmmphdq1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/3439/hmmphdq1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/3439/hmmphdq1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/3439/hmmphdq1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/3439/hmmphdq1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind if we are to order different food but if we are going to eat the same thing, I'll insist that my man make the orders. That's what gentlemen do rite?? And they say kwai lohs are the most gentlemen people on earth.. Oh Pleaseeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ballsy&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bossy = YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gentleman = NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we are done in Pavillion, we went to take taxi because we parked our car in KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG parking in KL is CRAZILY expensive!!!!!!! RM 6-00 per entry is totalllly throat cutting blood sucking OMGWTHBBQKFC-ly EXPENSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the taxi, it was about 3pm++ that time and guess how much the blardy anehneh driver wanna charged us for a trip from Pavillion to KLCC? RM25-00!!!!! O_O His excuse was, HEAVY JAM. I feel so cheated eventhough we didn't board his taxi. We waited for a while and when another taxi approached, Fire went to ask the ahpek on how much he is charging. This ahpek wanna charge us slightly cheaper which was RM20-00!! Oik..khi siao.. RM 20-00 I can go for another round of doughnuts already can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Fire asked them to used the meter, both the drivers gave us some lame excuses that taxis in KL no longer uses the meter.. And if they use the meter, they won't be surviving, they will die.. bla bla bla.. SUAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather walk all the way to KLCC with my heavy tummy than to let you people rob off my RM 20-00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/8245/hmmus4.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/8245/hmmus4.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/8245/hmmus4.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/8245/hmmus4.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/8245/hmmus4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning I went to see my Gynae for my weekly check-up. While waiting, a young man came and sat besides me. OMGOODNESS!!!! HE STINKS!!!!! He seriously stinks! Not of his ketiak smell but cigarettes smell. He must have taken 100 cigarettes since this morning to stink like that. Sitting next to him alone gave me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/8426/faintvr3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/8426/faintvr3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/8426/faintvr3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/8426/faintvr3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/8426/faintvr3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg lah.. I wonder how his girlfriend (if he has one) hugs him ler when he smells so bad. Lucky me his ketiak doesn't stink, or else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, it's another 10 days to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I can't wait to eat my gingerbreadman. Btw, do I have to keep it in the fridge so that it doesn't spoil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SUZcHZFJ9wI/AAAAAAAADak/UHT6R-qQXZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0994_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SUZcHZFJ9wI/AAAAAAAADak/UHT6R-qQXZ4/s400/IMG_0994_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280008895199835906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/9210/lovedo0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-4133650475312003706?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4133650475312003706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4133650475312003706&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4133650475312003706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4133650475312003706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-fat-lazy-man-smelly-smoker-doughnuts.html' title='Of Fat Lazy Man, Smelly Smoker, Doughnuts And Everything In Between'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SUY5x3TyghI/AAAAAAAADac/qgXBc_dWkHc/s72-c/IMG_1016.JPG_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-547387380814030499</id><published>2008-12-04T11:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:20:11.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Homebased Data Entry/Typist Job. A SCAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I bet most of you guys that looked through the classifieds had seen quite a few of Job Providers providing homebased data entry or typist job which offers around RM 450-RM 750 per assignment.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Please do not fall into these scams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm one of the victims that had been cheated by these type of company. I went to the company for the interview and was told that I need to pay them RM168 as a "Consultation and Documentation processing fees." I was further informed that this fees will act as a security fees for them in case I didn't finish or return them the assignments in time. Without a second thought I paid them the money because I was desperately in need of a part time job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never in my mind would I thought that this is a scam since I was given a original receipt and an agreement with their company chop and signature on. After one month with no phone calls from them, I've started to get worried.I've called them up asking about the status and was given excuse after excuse on how they are currently facing some problems with the outsourcing companies and will get back to me once they settled the problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I called again the second time, I was once again given the same excuse.At the back of my mind, I know that I've been cheated so I googled the name of the company &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mega Concept Access Resources"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and it brings me to this page --&gt; &lt;a href="http://asiaparttime.com/blog/asiaparttime/how-to-tell-if-a-data-entry-job-is-a-scam/"&gt;http://asiaparttime.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After reading through the comments, I've found out that many out there had been cheated too by various of so called job providers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can call me stupid or dumb or any names but when you are desperate, you won't think twice about paying because RM 168 is not much but nevertheless it's not little too. And at that time, I kept telling myself that what if this is for real? If I don't take this risk, I might not find out the answer and will live with the curiosity forever. Now this RM 168 thought me a lesson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw, here's a list of company names and details that had been compiled earlier by &lt;a href="http://asiaparttime.com/blog/scam/the-name-of-scam-companies-revealed/" target="_blank"&gt;http://asiaparttime.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Company Name: &lt;a onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outbound/www.homedatapro.co.nr');" href="http://www.homedatapro.co.nr/" modo="false"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.homedatapro.co.nr/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: WebSite &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact: WebSite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;Global Master Management &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: 8.16, 8th Floor, Wisma Cosway, Jalan Raja Chulan, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact: 03-2034 1686, 03-2031 4166&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;Cobra Group PLC &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: B-2-15, Megan Avenue II, Jalan Yap Kwan Seng, 50450, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;Scott Fitzgerald Group Ltd &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: Taiwan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact: +886 2 8758 2824&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;TFS Creation Network &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: Suite 533 &amp;amp; 535, 5th Floor, Wisma Goldhill, No. 67, Jalan Raja Chulan, 50200 Kuala Lumpur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact: 03-20765161, 03-20765195, 012-3121945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;Mega Access Resources Sdn. Bhd. (Same company as Mega Concept Access Resources)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: No.7-23, 7th Floor, Imbi Plaza, No.28, Jalan Imbi, 55100 Kuala Lumpur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact: 03-21416208, 03-21429962&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact Person: Lin, Amy, Megat, Zaff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) Company Name: &lt;a onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outbound/www.dataentrymadeeasy.com');" href="http://www.dataentrymadeeasy.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.dataentrymadeeasy.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: Website&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact: Website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;First Selection &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: No. 10-5-2, Prince Avenue, Block 10, Jalan Bayam, Cheras. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact: Mr. Aiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;Grand Paramount Enterprise &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: Pan Global Building, 10th Floor, Unit 2, Lorong P.Ramlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;Solor Vision Network &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: Jalan Ampang, Wisma Central (Level 5) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact Person: Pn Fatin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact Number: 03-21663270&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;Raffles-recruitment.com &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: Singapore &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact: 0264058867&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;Top Universal Pyramic Enterprise &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: Lot 1008, 10th Floor, Wisma Complex Selangor, Jalan Sultan, 50000 Kuala Lumpur &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact: 03-2026 5100 / 2078 8217 / 2072 8180&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;H@rry Business Solution &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: Kelana Jaya, 46788 Petaling Jaya, Selangor Darul Ehsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;Multi Sources Management (MSM) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: B-2-14, Megan Avenue II, Jalan Yap Kwan Seng, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact: 03-21635092, 21633808, 21625659&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15) Company Name: &lt;strong&gt;Success Zone Solution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: Central Plaza, Jalan Sultan Ismail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact: 03-21474629 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact Person: En. Jazman &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-547387380814030499?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/547387380814030499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=547387380814030499&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/547387380814030499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/547387380814030499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/12/homebased-data-entrytypist-job-scam.html' title='Homebased Data Entry/Typist Job. A SCAM!'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5311570178689669210</id><published>2008-11-25T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:19:53.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Mother Flushed Baby To The Toilet By "Accident"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A 32-year-old mother who had conceal about her pregnancy from an affair with her colleague had flushed down her new born into the toilet. She told the Police that she had a stomachache and went pangsai and never realised that the baby was there until "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt something pull&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more of this woman's lies, please click here --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/7746292.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/7746292.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why do I say that she is lying??? Because it's so damn freaking obvious that she's lying to save her butt because she had killed her own baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Missy, for your information, humans give birth with the vagina and not the arse. So there are only two possibilies to prove that you are not lying:&lt;br /&gt;1) You pangsai with your vagina so you don;t feel anything weird when got solid things come out from it.&lt;br /&gt;2) You gave birth with your arse so you thought that your baby is a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;But it is scientifically proven that you can only pangsai with your arse and give birth with your vagina, so unless you are an alien or else you are definitely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the baby weighs &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.4 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! How can you not know when something this big come out from you??? Unless you had been having affairs everywhere with rods so huge that your hole is as big as a swimming pool or else you will sure feel some pain if not A LOT of pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So conclusion is, you purposely killed the baby because you don't want anyone in your family and friends to know that you had affairs with some other men. SHAME ON YOU! And when you were caught by the police, you dunno what to say hence created this piece of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Go back to school and learn science before you created any lies. Maybe you are stupid but everyone else in the world is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they will finish checking and give this woman a life sentence for murdering the baby. Or better still give her a DEATH SENTENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrghhhh..reading about this reminds me of Ying Ying's case. Haih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-5311570178689669210?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5311570178689669210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5311570178689669210&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5311570178689669210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5311570178689669210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/11/mother-flushed-baby-to-toilet-by.html' title='Mother Flushed Baby To The Toilet By &quot;Accident&quot;'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4686182527632692805</id><published>2008-11-23T10:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:19:39.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Trying To Be Funny'/><title type='text'>Hey! Where's My Male Model?</title><content type='html'>somebI've always hate to go to car exhibitions, gadgets exhibitions, etc. It's not that I don't like cars or phone or anything, in fact I love them to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am bored with female models!!! I mean no matter what exhibition or fair you go, all you see are hot sexy female models. Like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8YGbfGqI/AAAAAAAADZs/lHCAngRowDU/s1600-h/accord10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271670486065945250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8YGbfGqI/AAAAAAAADZs/lHCAngRowDU/s400/accord10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't you people feel bored at all looking at those sexy models all the time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8X3ohOHI/AAAAAAAADZk/Dtk_c8i1pO4/s1600-h/altis0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271670482094078066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8X3ohOHI/AAAAAAAADZk/Dtk_c8i1pO4/s400/altis0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8Xu4g1AI/AAAAAAAADZc/VnIEMdRmQ5o/s1600-h/day306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271670479745242114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8Xu4g1AI/AAAAAAAADZc/VnIEMdRmQ5o/s400/day306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8XC2KgyI/AAAAAAAADZU/X1EeLoOF53s/s1600-h/model-klpf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271670467924230946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 286px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8XC2KgyI/AAAAAAAADZU/X1EeLoOF53s/s400/model-klpf2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And moreeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8XOp8OMI/AAAAAAAADZM/NQSFTkr_lko/s1600-h/william.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271670471094188226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 275px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8XOp8OMI/AAAAAAAADZM/NQSFTkr_lko/s400/william.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come on... Why only spoil the guys with sexy female models when we girls do love cars and gadgets too. It's just so unfair that all we girls enjoy is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8IaDMhSI/AAAAAAAADZE/K6WBXP8cSls/s1600-h/salesman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271670216454866210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8IaDMhSI/AAAAAAAADZE/K6WBXP8cSls/s400/salesman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A nerdy looking salesman&lt;/span&gt;. I had this thought once "Come on, at least spoil us by wearing hotter and sexier clothes" but come to think about it again, with that face and body, you'll end up losing our appetites with sexy outfits. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that one day when event organisers will hire male models like this instead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi76b3fx9I/AAAAAAAADY8/5yAXU5_9ZG4/s1600-h/male+model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271669976424499154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 267px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi76b3fx9I/AAAAAAAADY8/5yAXU5_9ZG4/s640/male+model.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi76FoNevI/AAAAAAAADY0/6E7GTQcK6a8/s1600-h/male+model3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271669970454805234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 289px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi76FoNevI/AAAAAAAADY0/6E7GTQcK6a8/s640/male+model3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi75kkt9FI/AAAAAAAADYs/MCGHlIyvnvE/s1600-h/male+model2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271669961581786194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 267px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi75kkt9FI/AAAAAAAADYs/MCGHlIyvnvE/s640/male+model2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then you'll probably see me in every exhibitions, fairs, events etc all over Malaysia.. Ahhh.. Eye candies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3256/onion16ls5.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3256/onion16ls5.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3256/onion16ls5.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3256/onion16ls5.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3256/onion16ls5.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3256/onion16ls5.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3256/onion16ls5.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3256/onion16ls5.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3256/onion16ls5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Female model photos courtesy of the following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; professional photographers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.danielctw.com"&gt;www.danielctw.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/williamleong.blogspot.com"&gt;williamleong.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/reonshots.blogspot.com"&gt;reonshots.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visit their blogs for more female model picture..pffftttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-4686182527632692805?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4686182527632692805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4686182527632692805&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4686182527632692805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4686182527632692805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-wheres-my-male-model.html' title='Hey! Where&apos;s My Male Model?'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SSi8YGbfGqI/AAAAAAAADZs/lHCAngRowDU/s72-c/accord10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6608592501992793844</id><published>2008-11-16T12:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:19:46.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>20 Million - What Would I Do?</title><content type='html'>Reading about a man winning SportsToto Jackpot of RM 20 million prize got me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://defirewire.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all dreamy about winning the prize ourselves. We have even planned on how to use our money and what we'll do when we have that much of $$$$. Whoaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Take 1 month unpaid leave. There's so much to be done so I have to either resigned or take leaves to do it all. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Buy a car. I thought of buying a Volkswagen Beetle before this but then since I'm not an experienced driver, I might as well start off with a Perodua Myvi first eh. So that I won't feel so sad when it's scratched. And mann.. I want it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! But not as ahbeng as the one in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269108826624972786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 273px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-ij5XbV_I/AAAAAAAADV8/luyX2orvW6E/s400/myvi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Since it's RM20 million, we've agreed to give RM 1 million each to both our parents. =) Heeeeheeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Buy a bigger house. Well, we still need to stay low profile despite being a millionaire so a single storey house is good enough for us. ^^ But Ppreferably near the beach, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; here we come!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269108572341853666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 271px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-iVGFm3eI/AAAAAAAADVc/5niFyFa2tuw/s400/deluxe_beach_bungalow_night_v3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) We will need some time to renovate our new house so in the meanwhile, we'll just stay in our rented laubeh, furniture-less flat first but we'll satisfy ourselves with a huge LCD tv. The bigger the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269109489068269426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 362px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-jKdKN33I/AAAAAAAADWk/f8jtlzeZBcE/s400/tv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I've been eye-ing the latest Sony Ericson Xperia X1 for some time. It's very pricey at RM 3.6K - RM 3.8K++ but now I can afford it because all I have is money money money!!! Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269109492160334210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-jKorbCYI/AAAAAAAADWs/W6lSq9ad9qE/s400/xperia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Next is charity. I've always wanted to help out SPCA so now is the best time to do so. RM 100,000-00 will go to SPCA, Jelutong since the KL branch got a lot of sponsors already. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269108575300241618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 180px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-iVRG8SNI/AAAAAAAADV0/CoVkKoHXL3E/s400/Logo%2520SPCA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Next, our house probably had been nicely renovated, so we'll need a lot of really nice furnitures right. So IKEA here we comes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269108572564429490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 354px; height: 354px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-iVG6rGrI/AAAAAAAADVk/VwjYGZFgOLY/s400/ikea.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) After we're done shopping and moving in into our new cozy home, I can now buy my dream doggie, little toy poodle and maybe one or two rottweilers to guard the house. ^^ (The security these days are very very bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269108844347366146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 360px; height: 351px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-ik7YxmwI/AAAAAAAADWc/4KE0W9inaLk/s400/toy-poodle-0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269108839842247506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 338px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-ikqmq81I/AAAAAAAADWU/ifD8Aal8FqI/s400/rottweiler270507_468x396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Ah yess.. I've forgotten to get myself a laptop. So what I'll do next is to buy a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; laptop! And maybe a PSP too.. Wait.. And maybe a NDSL as well.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269108578773701778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 295px; height: 284px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-iVeDFFJI/AAAAAAAADVs/IIQgUu1mZAM/s400/laptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Okay, now that I've got eveything that I've always wanted, it's time to get back to work. No matter how rich we are, we must still work so that our brain doesn't start to slag. I'll most probably discuss with my boss about me investing in their company and become one of their director and open a new branch of Wedding Gown manufacturer in Penang. If she refuses my proposal than I will have no choice but to resign and start a business in Penang myself. Wheeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Now that we have stable down, I'll pay Marie France a visit to slim down and get into that super slim body after giving birth to our baby. :heehee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-jSjghj-I/AAAAAAAADW0/0OkvpRodfC4/s1600-h/marie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269109628211400674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 287px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-jSjghj-I/AAAAAAAADW0/0OkvpRodfC4/s400/marie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Some of the winnings will definitely go into our childrens fund so that they won't have any financial problems when they grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Eh, since we are so rich right now, one baby is never enough, it's time to start baby production and make a few more. Wuaahahahaahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269108570466238770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-iU_GbQTI/AAAAAAAADVU/HgBFZdIT_Qw/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) Continue to get my Postgraduate Diploma or maybe Master Degree if I'm hardworking enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) And lastly, after months and months of having huge tummy, I can finally go for a long holiday... Now that we're our own boss, we can travel as long as we need. Baby will be taken care of by my mom so no worries.. Wheeeeeee &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-ijy9R4lI/AAAAAAAADWE/fmA9V8JpW-w/s1600-h/phiphi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269108824904688210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 207px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-ijy9R4lI/AAAAAAAADWE/fmA9V8JpW-w/s400/phiphi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!!! While writing these, I'm actually imagining myself doing it. OMG!!!! It feeeeeeeeels so damn good mannn.. Wowwwwww!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok mah rite my dreams, it's not too over the top. At least I don't dream of living in a mansion or having abalone for lunch everyday and stuffs. It's pretty down to earth I would say. Yeahhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what about you guys, what plans do you have if you have RM 20 million extra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gotta go do that Toto analysis now!!!! Have a great weekend guyss.. Muaacckksssss... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*continue with my dream*&lt;/em&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/848894980231634887-6608592501992793844?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6608592501992793844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6608592501992793844&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6608592501992793844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6608592501992793844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/11/20-million-what-would-i-do.html' title='20 Million - What Would I Do?'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SR-ij5XbV_I/AAAAAAAADV8/luyX2orvW6E/s72-c/myvi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-2833406154385241229</id><published>2008-11-10T12:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:19:51.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why You So Like That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SRe_n-WbM_I/AAAAAAAADVI/vlbhAg-ZOyk/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SRe_n-WbM_I/AAAAAAAADVI/vlbhAg-ZOyk/s640/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266888982705943538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By looking at these photo, it is not deniable that Malaysians love doing things that they are not allowed to. This sight is so common sometimes I wondered if people are throwing rubbish at the place they are not supposed to throw purposely or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*It's originally a rubbish dump and in order to make money from the public, they put up a sign there just to fine whoever that doesn't "follow the rules"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/2829/021coolrf5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-2833406154385241229?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/2833406154385241229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=2833406154385241229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2833406154385241229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2833406154385241229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-you-so-like-that.html' title='Why You So Like That?'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SRe_n-WbM_I/AAAAAAAADVI/vlbhAg-ZOyk/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5523395460872499128</id><published>2008-11-06T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:19:57.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovey Dovey Talk'/><title type='text'>Wrong Perceptions People Has About Marrying Young</title><content type='html'>All these are based on my personal experience and what I've seen from my friends' marriage. To be fair, it might differs individually so it's absolutely okay if you oppose to every single thing that is written here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, this post is definitely not to encourage or to push you young girls out there to marry young. I just wanna share my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Marrying is all about being a housewife and be with the husband 24/7. You are controlled from doing anything fun that you always do when you are single. E.g hanging out with friends, clubbing, shopping, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not true. This is definitely not true. My husband never stops me from doing fun. After marrying, I still go to the movies and dinners with my frienryds. I used to have a really strict curfew set by my mom, but now, I live a curfew-free life all thanks to Mr Hubby. And I have a classmates who loves clubbing, she's married even younger, but that doesn't stop her from going clubbing with her friends too. So being a wife doesn't equal to being a prisoner in your own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Being married and settling down means you can no longer work your dreams and have a strong career&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG! I personally think that one should married first before they focus on their career. WHY? As I always tell my friend, once you focus on your career, there's no way you'll want to settle down and have children because once you are successful, projects will come to you non-stop. And everytime you thought about giving yourself a break from work, you can't because you are labelled 'Single', it means you have nothing else to worry about but your work. :whistle: Whereas if you are married, considerate boss will allow you to take your time off after you've done a good job knowing that you need time for your family. And as you can see, a single strong businesswoman will stay single for as long as she can while married strong businesswoman will have great time enjoying both her successful career and family. But then, it's still depends on your luck and see if you have an understanding husband or considerate boss or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Being married means you can't go out and see the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wrong again. Unless you are the loner type that likes to be alone or you are still in the mood of flirting around with new people, travelling the world with your love ones is nothing compare with travelling with friends or alone. I'm the type that would rather stay at home than to go for a holiday overseas if I can't bring my spouse along and I'm glad that my husband is the same type too. Travelling with husband will be like going to the honeymoon again. You'll be reminded of how excited you both were during your honeymoon. ♥ Yeah I can't help but to repeat again, nothing beats travelling with hubby dearest, well unless you and your husband are those that never see eye to eye or will argue at every single thing then it's best that you two go to your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Being married means you can never have outings with your friends with him tagging along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!!! Most understanding husbands will understand their wives need of having private girlish time with their buddies. Unless you have a super controlling husband that will not allow you to go out if you don't bring him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Being married means you have to do all the housechores and become a maid to your husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER DUPER WRONG!!! I never feel like a maid at all because both of us share the house chores. I cook, he clean the dishes, I mop and sweep the floor, he keeps the bed neat, I wash toilet bowl, he does the laundry and we both clean the toilet together. And living on our means we can choose to do housechores once a week with no nagging from the elders. ^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of now, if you have anymore cons of marrying young, do leave me a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please note that a man with all 5Cs (Cash, Career, Car, Credit Cards, Condominium) doesn't mean that he is a good husband. Go for someone who is mature enough to understand the meaning of love and responsibilities. Someone who is understanding, considerate, care about your feelings and loyal. Looks is only external and no matter how beautiful the two of you look now, you'll look like crap in 50 years time but a never ending love will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great feeling waking up every morning with someone to hug. Having someone to wake up a few times a night to make sure that you are okay when you are sick. Having someone to tell you what a great cook you are although you know that it taste bad. Having someone to assure you that you look beautiful when you feel like piece dump. Having someone to hug you tightly when you feel down. Having someone to support and encourage you to go through the hardest moment in life. And knowing that you'll never be left alone ever again. It's a wonderful feeling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This post is specially dedicated to my husband. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SQ0T2IedMlI/AAAAAAAADUc/_o9ul98Uu10/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263885360175067730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SQ0T2IedMlI/AAAAAAAADUc/_o9ul98Uu10/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-5523395460872499128?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5523395460872499128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5523395460872499128&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5523395460872499128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5523395460872499128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/11/wrong-perceptions-people-has-about_06.html' title='Wrong Perceptions People Has About Marrying Young'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SQ0T2IedMlI/AAAAAAAADUc/_o9ul98Uu10/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-4930706886863638412</id><published>2008-11-03T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:18:45.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Break'/><title type='text'>GoMobile GoMobile Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SQ8Pubm_cNI/AAAAAAAADUk/2UeMJN435lU/s1600-h/gomobile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SQ8Pubm_cNI/AAAAAAAADUk/2UeMJN435lU/s640/gomobile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264443779779096786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you Mr. Bond's fans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are! Why don;t you come over to Cathay Cineplex Damansara this Sunday (7th November 2008) to join &lt;a href="http://www.gomobile.my/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on their exclusive Pre-curtain briefing on GoMobile-The Ultimate Mobile Lifestyle Event and of course a special screening of Mr. Bond's latest movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;The Quantum Of Solace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, besides being one of the first to watch Mr. Bond's movie, you also have a chance of winning a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOBILE PHONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MP3 PLAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on that day itself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's cancel whatever plans you have this Sunday and see you at Cathay Cineplex Damansara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! I can't wait to see Mr Bond......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SQ8QtKMWlQI/AAAAAAAADUs/S974jtXXDac/s1600-h/quantumofsolaceteaser1zw7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SQ8QtKMWlQI/AAAAAAAADUs/S974jtXXDac/s400/quantumofsolaceteaser1zw7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264444857435723010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/3442/lovewf7.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/3442/lovewf7.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/3442/lovewf7.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/3442/lovewf7.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/3442/lovewf7.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/3442/lovewf7.gif" /&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/848894980231634887-4930706886863638412?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/4930706886863638412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=4930706886863638412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4930706886863638412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/4930706886863638412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-mr.html' title='GoMobile GoMobile Go!'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SQ8Pubm_cNI/AAAAAAAADUk/2UeMJN435lU/s72-c/gomobile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-2397954730156119742</id><published>2008-11-03T16:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:20:05.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Whiners</title><content type='html'>A few months back, the word emo was damn popular among female bloggers. Everywhere you go, you can see that almost 70% of their blog entries are about how emo they were. I'm not sure if they did this to get the attention or there are some dumbass out there who are actually enjoy reading people talking about this --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no where to go, I'm so emo&lt;br /&gt;I got no friends, I'm so emo&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick, I'm so emo&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend refused to fuck me, I'm so emo!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But few months later, I guess being emo wasn't in the trend anymore as the percentage of emo blogs had extensively reduced. BUt then, the amount of whiners and LOA (Lack of attention) were still there haunting my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did they managed to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I try to enjoy myself to have a fun conversations with them, I'll always end up listening to their complaints. There are times when I rather play games or concentrate on my work than to listen to them whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand how these people managed to whine at almost everything. Their work, their studies, their life, their everything and sometimes they'll whine how they have to go to study eventhough they are sick. Come on, if you are that sick, you'll be lying on your bed like a corpse instead of whining in front of computer for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, GROW UP you babies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people are not even facing the real world or facing the real problems in life yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to work from 10am to 7.30pm too eventhough I have a flu and did I whine? NO. I rather stay focus on my work and only started to talk to you guys when I feel better. So why can't you babies be more considerate and hide in some holes and only come out when you feel less like hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to complaint about life once in a while but there are some people I know that will whine 24/7. Everytime I see their name, I'll hear them complaint about something. So if your life is really that bad, why don't you just jump down the building so that you can stop all the suffering since you hate your life so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't fucking care that you feel offended after you reading this post because I really have enough of you dumbass princesses that know nothing but whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last word: GET A LIFE YOU ASSHOLES! (I'm not talking about just one person but a lot of them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I don't freaking care if you people wanna whine about your freaking life in your freaking blog because if I find it annoying I can just get the hell out of your blog. But it's when you whine in the public chat box that I couldn't stand one bit! So don't come telling me shits about it's your blog you can freaking blog whatever shits that you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-2397954730156119742?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/2397954730156119742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=2397954730156119742&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2397954730156119742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/2397954730156119742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-with-whiner-these-days.html' title='Whiners'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-5311097370745523835</id><published>2008-10-31T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:17:58.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Abdul Razak Baginda A Free Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The Shah Alam High Court today acquitted political analyst Abdul Razak&lt;br /&gt;Baginda of abetting the alleged murder of Mongolian national Altantuya&lt;br /&gt;Shaariibuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice Mohd Zaki Md Yasin ruled that the prosecution failed to prove a&lt;br /&gt;prima facie case against Abdul Razak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court however ordered Chief Inspector Azilah Hadri, 32 and Corporal&lt;br /&gt;Sirul Azha Umar, 37, who are members of the Special Action Force (UTK), to enter&lt;br /&gt;their defence to the charge of murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both decided to testify under oath. They will be taking the stand&lt;br /&gt;on Nov 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prosecution is expected to file an appeal against Abdul Razak's&lt;br /&gt;acquittal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altantuya was allegedly shot before her body was blown up with&lt;br /&gt;explosives two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Azilah and Sirul are jointly charged with murdering&lt;br /&gt;Altantuya, 28, at a location between Lot 12843 and Lot 16735 in Mukim Bukit&lt;br /&gt;Raja, Selangor between 10am on Oct 19, 2006 and 1am the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdul Razak Baginda, 47, was charged with abetting them. He is a known&lt;br /&gt;confidante of Deputy Prime Minister Najib Abdul Razak, having worked on&lt;br /&gt;government arms procurement projects while the latter was defence&lt;br /&gt;minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prosecution closed its case against the trio on June 23 after 151&lt;br /&gt;days of testimony from 84 witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elated Abdul Razak left the court with his wife and daughter at&lt;br /&gt;about 10.10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to address the journalists who cornered him, Abdul Razak&lt;br /&gt;merely said: “I just want to go home”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://theonlinecitizen.com/2008/10/abdul-razak-baginda-acquitted/"&gt;http://theonlinecitizen.com/2008/10/abdul-razak-baginda-acquitted/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to say. I just wanna migrate to somewhere else as early as possible. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-5311097370745523835?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/5311097370745523835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=5311097370745523835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5311097370745523835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/5311097370745523835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/10/abdul-razak-baginda-free-man.html' title='Abdul Razak Baginda A Free Man'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-6774830505006485221</id><published>2008-10-31T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:17:39.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Teacher Stripping In Class</title><content type='html'>Source: &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article1874459.ece"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article1874459.ece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(*There's a video of the teacher stripping in the link*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female teacher in her 20s were filmed stripping in class for her students to see after a truth or dare game -_-". From the news it says that the teacher is quite pretty summore. OMG, the students must have feel like they are the luckiest students on earth to have such a teacher. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's happening to the teachers rite now, first, we have handsome teacher passing his signatured photos to students who do well in their studies and now a teacher who stripped. How come I never had such cool teachers way back in schooling days.. Awwwwwwwwwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back, I have zero good looking male teachers for us to ogle at. The only one that I really adored back then was a super-geek. Someone who I would not give a second look now. &gt;.&lt;" And although I still have a few fun teachers who would tell jokes and make your class heaven, they are still not cool enough compare to the teachers in China and Hungary. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got to go back to work.. It's Halloween today, to those going to parties, enjoy yourself, and to those staying at home, Enjoy yourself too. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/848894980231634887-6774830505006485221?l=saewei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/feeds/6774830505006485221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=848894980231634887&amp;postID=6774830505006485221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6774830505006485221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/848894980231634887/posts/default/6774830505006485221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saewei.blogspot.com/2008/10/teacher-stripping-in-class.html' title='Teacher Stripping In Class'/><author><name>SaeWei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hnNDOAKzhRw/SO24FpgQuBI/AAAAAAAACRk/fseDYnPlZN8/S220/2924724628_fceb9329da.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-848894980231634887.post-1936013962091879899</id><published>2008-10-22T15:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:21:19.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shameless Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Good For Nothing Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;a href="http://smilega1.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smilegal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L48RbRU0ot8/SP850JPq0-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/d5gOBqpS5R0/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L48RbRU0ot8/SP850JPq0-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/d5gOBqpS5R0/s640/Picture+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259986457789649890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Update: The sunnies that had been stolen*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This morning me and Firewire had a shocked when we were about to sit in our car. The doors were unlocked, and the things inside our car were upside down. It's obvious that some good for nothing thief had been rummaging through our things last night in hoping to find something really valuable. So the first thing we do was to clear up our things and put it back where it should be. And since we didn't keep any money or anything worth stealing things in our car, I guessed we should just move on and forget about making a Police report is is just gonna be &lt;strong&gt;A WASTE OF TIME, ENERGY AND MONEY&lt;/strong&gt; (when they insist that you buy that stupid Police report).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we finished putting back our things nicely, I realised that I've lost my sunglasses. Yes, my RM29.90 limited edition sunnies bought from Bonita. OMGoodness.. HAHAHAHA.. The funniest thing is there's an original Rayban there too but this thief had chosen mine. So this good for nothing thief is either uneducated or he's actually a she (female thief). Or or, this thief is too poor to buy his girlfriend a birthday present so he had decided to give her my RM29.90 sunglasses instead. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is, never keep anything pricy in your car especially things thatis super precious to you. You never what the good for nothing peoples are up to these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I bought November issue of Cleo magazine and this month it comes with a sample bottle of Pantene hair moisturizer, a small packet of Horlick and a sample Sanitary pad. So the next thing I did was to check and see if the thief had took this away or not. Hahahaha.. 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